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Meet Me Out at Sea
🕑 Added 2017-04-20 17:09:28 +0000 UTCAwesome art by: Dope-Dingo
The area was quiet and serene. Barely a cloud in the sky, the high sun shined its uncensored light upon the ocean that consisted of gently bobbing waves so far away from shore. Amid the massive blue expanse was a single fishing boat that bobbed and weaved with the current, a gentle breeze pushing at it from the West. It was a vessel maybe twenty feet long equipped with a powerful motor and deck for leisure fishing, though that certainly wasn't the purpose of this one in particular.
Standing near the bow and just behind the boat's wheel was it's single captain, a thin yet muscular girl. She was an otter, and like many other otters she was a bit short but strong and more than able bodied to handle the rigors of her chosen career path. All across her form on top of her traditional brown coat was a swirling pattern of tattoos that wove together in what looked to be some sort of traditional tribal intricacy. The only thing she wore was a cloth binder across her practically non-existent breasts and the lower part of a black bikini.
Not many might have known what those markings meant but those few that did knew she was apart of a band of treasure hunters. Though rather peculiar, she was out on her own and far away from her companions, of whom were likely looking for her. She followed a GPS as best she could as she held down the throttle and kept the vessel going straight ahead. Hours had gone by since she disembarked the dock but eventually a blinking red light on her device said she was coming up on her destination.
In a location that had absolutely no distinctive markings or ways to make it look different from any other spot, the girl let off the gas and allowed the boat to drift to a stop. With the key turned to shut down the boat's engine the girl meandered over to a small case that contained a few amenities for the day. She searched about the bottom of the container and pulled out a pair of large glow sticks, each about a foot long and two inches thick.
She cracked them against her knee and observed as one lit up as a vibrant yellow and the other a blinding sapphire. She made quick work to connect them with a thick twine as she made her way to the edge of the boat and gazed out at the seemingly endless blue horizon. She paused for only a moment as the full gravity of the situation took hold.
Here she was all alone out in the middle of nowhere, following the cryptic message of some deep ocean dwelling being that was once thought to have been a myth. Well, she thought, I've come this far, no reason to wimp out on it now. She twirled the glow sticks on the twine and then released them in a high arch that sent them several yards away from where she was. They landed with a splash and quickly dropped beneath the surface.
She sat back on a chair and secured the other end of the twine to the boat's side railing. From there on there was nothing left to do but wait. For a while she watched as the roll of twine unraveled and followed the glow sticks but eventually it came to its end and silence took hold of where she was. She didn't know how long she was going to be there, but she figured she'd head back when she'd run out of food.
The thought made her glance over at the container that held at least two days worth of rations that she had prepared. It wasn't much but she thought it was the most effort she would dedicate towards this particular cause. Her eyes eventually turned up towards the clear blue sky to see that the sun was beginning its descent. In a few more hours it'd be dark out.
In her haste to secure the boat and make sure she had her essential supplies she hadn't bothered to pack a blanket, pillow, or even any entertainment. That's what she was kicking herself the hardest about. Not even a book! This would have been the perfect time to catch up on some reading! She folded his arms across her flat chest and sighed under her breath. This was going to be a long day and night.
Indeed hours raced by and the young girl was left with only her own thoughts. She delved into her past memories and a few particularly cringe inducing times came to mind that she hoped no one else remembered but her. The time was slow going and she was reduced to scrounging around the boat for anything to keep her mind or paws busy.
To her enjoyment the hours began to go by fast and before long she was looking out at a crimson sunset. With a small filleting knife she had come across, she tried to whittle at the wooden handle of a broom. She had become engrossed in the activity until there was a sudden hard bump against the underside of her boat.
She yipped in surprise and almost dropped her knife. She stood and whirled around, brandishing the blade like she had her own daggers many times before. She pivoted and took up a crouched stance, awaiting anything to come after her. At first her mind began to race, thinking that some creature had mistaken her boat as some sort of prey and intended to upend it, in which case she glanced at the controls and thought to make a dive for them.
A splash suddenly caught her attention and she spun around to see that her boat had been boarded. The new creature was vaguely humanoid in shape and had a size that was much greater than her own. She held the knife out at the new entity as her eyes began to adjust to the low light, her heart pounded and her breaths came in shudders. More detail was revealed and soon the creature that lied sprawled out on the floor of her vessel was discovered to be a familiar one.
With a body that shown with a silver skin overcoat and white undercoat covering a lean yet curved female form. The newcomer shifted about to lay on her side, the ocean water dripping over her features. Fins splayed along her body and the distinct shape of her head told that she was a great white shark, one of few that were rumored to still exist. The otter couldn't believe her eyes. In the same moment that she wanted to jump for joy she wanted to run away from the apex predator. The size difference was obvious, she could be food without a problem for the other.
The shark shifted a bit and stroked her own webbed hands down over her form. It was about then that the girl noticed the pair of rather large and perky breasts that hung from the shark's chest, their size in direct contrast to her own. Pink nipples stood erect against the air that gently drifted past them and a blush began to creep more across the bridge of her muzzle. As her eyes drifted lower on the shark's form another detail was reveled that blood rush to her cheeks and paint them red beneath her fur.
Right between the other girl's legs was a set of rather large and intimidating cocks. A shemale! They were limp but each was about six inches at their current state and thick too! She must have been staring for a while, as the shark donned a toothy grin and spoke up. “So,” she began with a deep, mature tone, “Are you glad to see me?” Her words made the otter jump and snap the knife back to attention, ultimately drawing a laugh from the other. “Please, if I wanted to hurt or kill you I'd have done it by now. Plus, that thing would hardly do much against me.”
The girl glanced down at her knife and slowly let her paw down as she began to realize how silly she must have looked. The shark cleared her throat as she stared at the otter and smirked. She took up a bit of a partially prone pose, one arm curled under her cheek while the other rested on her hip. Realizing the question still lingered in the air the otter stumbled to answer.
“Y-yeah, I am,” she said softly and turned her gaze to the side, following the shark's tail to see that it was draped over the side of the boat.
“Mhmm, what's your name, darling?” the shark asked and shifted her form so she was eased a bit more onto her back.
“I-I'm Lossa,” she said a bit apprehensively.
“It's very nice to properly meet you, Lossa, I'm Kels. Aren't these circumstances much better now?” she asked with a bit of a laugh and began to shift and get up to her feet. The otter could only muster a light nod. Indeed this was a much less chaotic setting than their first meeting, of which had Kels strung up in a net that had just been brought in by some deep sea fishers.
In that moment Lossa and her group had been among the ship's crew and the shark girl's pleas were heard. At the promise of treasure to the otter girl she was cut free and release. The act alone got her into hot water from the ship's captain and her own group of hunters. She couldn't quite describe why she had done it, there was nothing really keeping the shark to her promise but she had felt a bizarre kind of sympathy for the captured one.
“So,” Lossa said after a few moments of silence. Kels had come to a full stand and folded her arms just under her breasts, the action causing them to squeeze together a bit and push out.
“So,” the other girl mimicked with another grin. The otter set her jaw and narrowed her eyes a bit. It didn't seem like her new companion was taking their situation very seriously at all, and with the obvious lack of clothing and modesty there was hardly any place to keep treasure.
“About my reward?” She asked with an annoyed sigh.
“Uh huh?” the shark said and tilted her head.
“Where is it?”
“Ah...your reward. The reward for setting me free. That treasure?” Kels said and tilted her head to the other side while resting a finger against the underside of her chin.
“Yes!” Lossa snapped angrily, her fiery temper getting the best of her words.
“You mean something like this?” The shark girl replied and seemingly out of nowhere produced the largest, whitest pearl Lossa had ever seen. The otter's temper melted like an avalanche of snow dropping on a campfire. She stared with wide eyes and wonderment at the incredibly large orb that must have been the size of a tennis ball. Like a toddler seeing a shiny object she reached out for it but before she could even get close it was snatched away.
“Whoaw now,” Kels said with a smirk. “I can't just give you this big expensive treat.” Lossa blinked as the words settled into her mind and she gave a shake of her head to clear it.
“What!” the otter yelled again. “I rescued you, remember? Trade made, give me my treasure!” she roared and stopped up to the shark and soon found that she was a whole foot and a half shorter and not nearly as broad in the shoulders.
“While I certainly do appreciate you saving me,” Kels said and gave a flick of her wrist that caused the pearl to vanish in what must have been some illusion trick, “This particular treasure is worth more than just my life, I'm afraid.”
“Ugh!” Kels growled and balled both fists out at her sides. “You're ridiculous!” she screamed and craned her head to stare up at the other, who seemed to be quite amused with her angered raving. “Fine! What else do I have to do?” she said, seething.
“Oh, it's very simple,” Kels began. “My kind is so far and few between, it's hard for me to find some...affection,” she said nonchalantly and with one hand trailed her fingers down over her own thigh and pelvis to grasp at one of her soft cocks. Lossa followed the movements and blinked with surprise as she immediately realized what she was going after.
“You want me to suck your cock?” she said, almost accusing.
“Cocks,” Kels corrected.
“So let me get this straight,” The otter girl began and rubbed at the back of her neck. “The price of a massive pearl is a life and a blowjob?”
“Oh of course not, sweetheart. You sucking my cocks is only the beginning. I still gotta fuck you of course,” she explained. Lossa's cheeks became hot and she had to swallow back her embarrassment at such bold words.
“I-I'm mated,” she replied weakly.
“I won't tell if you won't,” the other said with a chuckle, her other hand joining the first to stroke the length of both limp members. Lossa hunched her shoulders a bit and looked to the side at the ocean.
“Come on, don't make me do this...” she said with a slight whimper.
“I'm not going to force you,” Kels said with a wide smile. “But I'm not going to leave anything behind,” she went on and started to walk towards the edge of the boat, threatening to leap over the side. “Shall I take my leave then?” she asked and gave the otter one last glance.
“No wait!” she called out and groaned at herself. “Tch, fine! I'll do whatever you want, just promise to give me the treasure when we're done,” she said pitifully, defeated.
“On my honor!” Kels said with a smirk and pointed down at the bottom of the boat. “On your knees then, lovely.” The otter gave a soft huff and slowly got down onto her knees as requested and looked up at the shark. The shemale closed the rest of the way and rather aggressively pushed her two limps dicks out at the other, making them slap against her muzzle. Lossa grumbled and grasped a soft member in each paw and looked up at the shark. “Come on, there's no way this is the first time you've handled two cocks at once,” she said with another toothy grin. The otter glared, despite the fact that she was right.
Not wanting to waste any time Lossa opened her mouth as wide as she could and shoved both tips between her lips at the same time. Her lips folded gignerly around them and the musky taste hit her a bit harder than she was expecting. Kels sucked in a pleasured gasp and felt a shiver run up her back. “Ambitious!” she moaned softly and rested both hands on her hips as she pushed them forward. Lossa couldn't believe that she was at the perfect height for cock sucking when she was down like this, nose practically level with those growing pricks.
She began to slurp and glide her tongue back and forth between the swelling pyres. She gripped each one at the base and began to bob her head in a rhythmic way that she knew often drove the men of her group crazy. She swallowed down a bit of pre-cum that began to seep from their openings and a new obstacle was quick to present itself. As blood rushed to each large cock they began to rapidly over take her mouth. While she often had no trouble deep throating normal cocks, and she had been doing well with these two, even she had her limits.
She pushed both dicks as deep as they would go into her throat and sat there for a few silent moments as her esophagus began to convulse and milk their combined girth. When the ache in her lungs became too much she pulled away with a loud gasp, mouth holding open with multiple strings of saliva and pre-cum connecting her lips to the double dicks.
“Oh fuck!” Kels moaned and grasped at both of her breasts, webbed fingers squeezing and playing at her own sensitive tits. “And here I thought you were a little innocent. You're a very experienced cock sucker,” she continued as the otter gave her an angry look all the while pulled one of her thick cocks back into her throat and attending to the other with rapid, short jerks. The shark girl couldn't believe her eyes as she would watch her server pull her now rigid foot long piece of meat all the way to the hilt in her mouth. And she wasn't thin either! She could see the other girl's throat bulge as she expertly pulled the sensitive organ in as deep as it would go and let her throat give it an interesting massage.
With another gasp she'd pull off and do the same thing to the other, going so deep that anyone else would have been gagging and sputtering. She worked her throat with the grace of a million dollar slut. She continued to trade between the two cocks, slurping wetly and smack her lips as she'd run her tongue against the side of each cock and even grind around on both tips at the same time. Kels was quick to realize that if she didn't do something quick she was going to paint the otter and there was already so much more to do!
Lossa suddenly found her head pulled away from the other's crotch and her mind seemed to snap back to reality as she realized how hungrily she had been going after the two throbbing poles. “Whoaw now,” Kels laughed as she panted, holding the otter's face between her hands. “You're gunna make me blow, cutie. Now get down on your back,” she ordered.
Lossa was quick to comply. She tilted away and dropped to her tail as ordered and stared up at the shark, awaiting the next demand. Kels knelt down in front of her and aggressively grasped her bikini bottom on each side and practically ripped it from over her legs. The otter gave a yelp in surprise and her legs splayed open, seeming to have a mind of their own.
Lossa couldn't believe the state she was in. She felt so hot and wet she couldn't stand it. Just what had come over her? Her bare slit glistened in the waning sunlight and emanated its own feminine scent that made the shark girl's dicks flex and stand at attention. Kels leaned back with a hand on each of the other girl's knees and admired her prize. Her tongue drew out to lick against her lips before she moved closer.
Her larger form loomed and Lossa soon felt both cocks press against her crotch. She gasped and wiggled her hips as she not only felt one tip against her pussy but one at her asshole. She wanted to protest and tell that she didn't want any anal but something kept her from speaking. Instead she stared up at the other with a bright blush across each cheek and dazed eyes. The backs of her knees rested on Kels's hips as she tried pitifully to pull her closer. The effort didn't go unnoticed.
“Mmmh, you want this, don't you?” the shark girl whispered and leaned down further, her lips a few inches away from Lossa's ears. She could only whimper and nod her response. “Beg me. Beg me to fuck you.”
“Uuh...fuh...fuckme!” she whined and arched her back, trying to push herself down onto that double cock package. Her naughty words were rewarded with a pressure against her pelvis as Kels began to push herself inside. Lossa let out a partially pained and ecstatic scream as she felt her tight pussy and asshole get spread open and penetrated. She struggle around to try and get more comfortable but found the shark's powerful hands on her body. She was forced to lie there and take it all!
The pressure grew and grew and the otter's mind was sent further into euphoric bliss. When she finally felt both cocks hilt inside she howled and came on the spot, an abdomen jerking lash of electricity that sent her form into convulsions. She couldn't imagine how she must have looked, eyes half rolled back and mouth hanging open. She had never felt a pressure like this before and she couldn't get enough of it. Some dark spell had come over her mind and she was sure it was the shark's fault.
Kels watched on, beaming that she was so successful with sending the other over the edge so easily. And it was just the beginning. She began to push and pull her hips back and forth slowly at first but that didn't last long. Her powerful body was dipping and rolling against the other, her girths slopping wetly as they would force their openings wide and go in as deep as they were allowed.
Lossa had never been double penetrated before but she imagined it must have been like this. Pulling enough of her mind back together she glanced down at her belly. To her shock she would watch as her stomach would bulge each time those thick girths would slam inside. She threw her head back and cried out, her paws trying to grasp at anything within reach for stability.
Kels was panting hard and grunting, her teeth on display as her lips drew away in a concentrating snarl. Her body was working hard at this pace, her form a blur of speed, the sloppy sounds cascading like an applause to their actions. Her hefty ball sack would smack wetly against Lossa's bare ass and she'd swear it was a full smack from a paw.
The otter arched her back and cried as another Earth shaking orgasm was had. Her legs had become locked around Kels's hips at some point and seemed intent on never letting go. The two had embraced tightly. The boat had becoming a rocking mess that was splashing and dipping about, creating its own chorus of noises.
The two let their voices be heard without fear. Shouts, screams, and the loudest moans they could muster were let up into the sky. A new sensation began to take hold inside of Lossa's form. It must have been a half-hour deep into their fucking when some aggressive latent tendencies started to surface within the Otter.
She began to claw at the shark and bite at her, something that Kels wasn't expecting. Following a particularly fevered bite and tug on one of her breasts Lossa suddenly shoved as hard as she could against the other. The action was so unexpected that Kels found herself on the bottom being ridden like a bull at a rodeo.
Lossa threw herself back and stared down at the shark with a dark grin. Her hips began to gyrate back and forth hard, grinding those thick members as deep as they would go. She found the full feeling they gave to be incredible and not all too different from some drugs she had taken in the past. She grasped each of Kels's breasts and gave them a hard squeeze, letting her nails sink into her white flesh and threaten to leave marks.
She bounced and got up to her feet, squatting as she would deliver her weight onto the throbbing pyres of flesh. “Oooh fuck I'm gunna cum!' Kels announced as she watched with wide eyes and open maw. The dominant personality that had taken over the otter seemed to be the final nail in the coffin to send her over. Lossa didn't care of course, if anything she increased her speed and the strength of her downward strokes. She'd pull back almost to the point that the twin members threatened to pop free before she'd drop back down. She wanted to milk the shemale for everything she had!
With a shuttering scream there came a deluge of hot cum inside of Lossa's holes. The full feeling that she had been feeling for the past hour suddenly quadrupled in pressure and she was left gasping and crying out in confused ecstasy. The feeling was so sudden and shocking that she struck another orgasm and her body was left spasming on the two lengths as they pumped cum deeper and deeper. She felt her bowels fill like an enema, her womb nearly fit to burst as well. Her otherwise flat stomach had a prominent bulge that made her look she was a few months pregnant.
The two froze and let their calls die away to silence before either moved. After the peak of sexual energy hit its highest there came a sudden and rough crash. Exhaustion took a hold of the otter in a way that she had never felt before and her entire body went limp. Kels was recovering as well, otherwise she might have attempted to catch Lossa as she slumped off to the side.
The softening cocks slurped wetly as they came free of their loose and gaped holes to leave each gushing their contents of semen. She came to a final rest on her side, a pool beginning to form around her as she laid shivering at the bottom of the boat. Lossa's eyes were half lidded and partially rolled up into her head, quite obviously fucked silly. As she would whimper and bask in thick musky cum the shark girl stirred and slowly sat up.
“Mmmh fuck, that was amazing!' she panted and stroked her cheek as she glanced over at the catatonic girl. She smirked, proud she was able to make someone fall into such a state. Finding no sense to try and console her, Kels slowly got up to her feet and stretched herself out, a new sense of peace having come over her mind. She turned to disembark the boat but something popped into her mind that kept her from jumping into the cool ocean. “I almost forgot!”
She turned back and made her way back to where Lossa laid. Much like before the large pearl materialized out of thin air into the shark's palm. She knelt beside the otter's small body and frowned as she began to think of how to best leave it with her. She'd hate to have the precious treasure to be lost and the other girl was in no state to comprehend anything going on around her.
An idea blinked into existence that made Kels gasp with glee. With deft movements she grasped the girl's tail and pulled it up to show her cum leaking asshole that hadn't even come close to closing all the way. The pearl was firmly placed against the orifice and given a hard shove. With a pitiful whimper from Lossa the object popped inside and her muscular ring closed to keep it in.
Kels grinned as she took a few last moments to admire her personal handiwork before she got back up and took a dive from the vessel. With barely a splash she was gone, no evidence of her remaining aside from the pool of her semen and the gift that the otter coveted like an egg in her belly. There was a small part of her mind that had yet fully succumbed to the after waves of pleasure.
It wondered to itself how she was going to explain the whole situation to her comrades. Was the truth the best way to go or maybe an incredibly elaborate lie? Either way she didn't care. Night had fully taken over her boat and a crescent moon shown a bit of light on her drifting boat. She'd deal with it all after a night's well deserved sleep.
