The Rules of the Pool
Patron Reward for Rahka (Apr/May 2022)
18+ only

ADULTS AREA
18+ ONLY

So far, Rahka couldn’t see any reason why this spot was for adults only, or why it was siloed off from the rest of the water park.
They didn’t understand the point of being ID’d and ushered through some dark partitions and corridors to get to this area, considering what was waiting for them. The slides and the pools didn’t look very different from the rest of the park; aside from the fact that they were larger and weren’t crowded with screaming kids. One small relief. The relative tranquillity was certainly a plus. But surely ID wasn’t needed to make this an area for adults?

They couldn’t see any rules posted anywhere; nothing about a dress code or how to stay hygienic in the water, or what was required of them. That was strange.
Then there was the matter of the pool-toys, floating in one of the other main pools, nestled just underneath a maze of slides and tunnels. They looked especially out of place. Who brought those things in there? They were massive with big piano-tooth grins and wide eyes, drifting lazily on the water without a care in the world. They could see a pink and white orca, an orange seahorse with a large round ring protruding from its pouch, and a silvery shark. Judging from the design of the eyes and the smiles, they probably came as part of a set. They were all quite huge, too, big enough for someone of the panther’s size to ride on. 

What made this an adults-only pool, though? Rahka glanced around the pool for some tell-tale signs of nudity. That would be the best sign.
They could see some darker shapes in more distant pools, like the bubbling hot tub past the slides. They also spotted a nude, blue-furred rump disappearing out of sight. A distant groan of pleasure made their ears prick up.
Then they saw a svelte otter emerging from the deeper end of the large pool, her white fur glistening wet. As she slipped out of the water, Rahka could see she was completely nude. The otter sat on the edge of the pool, her legs spread open, as she panted and gasped for air.
A moment later, a beagle’s head emerged from the water and attacked her. He buried his face between her legs, and she let out a rather loud moan of surprise before grabbing on tight and laughing, croaking out some protest that Rahka couldn’t quite hear from where they were.

It was enough for Rahka to get the hint though. There was the confirmation they were looking for. And with it, arousal of their own.
“Right, okay,” Rahka muttered to themself. So this was a place for swingers, for people who wanted to have pool sex in the open air. That was what made this place for adults only. A sort of bathhouse vibe, but in an open air pool of all places…  it felt transgressive and weirdly exciting. The idea of joining in with some strangers was more terrifying than exciting, though. It was not really Rahka’s scene. But they’d already gone through the whole process of being carded, and clearly this was a place where voyeurism was expected. What could be the harm?

The otter noticed them staring, and didn’t react at all. A brief glance to acknowledge their presence before her attention returned to the tongue between her legs. Rahka was glad they hadn’t killed the mood at all. It made them feel a little more at home. 
The place was rather empty otherwise, at least there weren’t any others who were out swimming or screwing in the main pool area.
The pool full of toys still felt so incongruous though… it piqued Rahka’s curiosity far more than that couple having their fun. So they walked past them towards the other pool.
“Fuck yeah,” he heard the otter groan, “Keep writing your name…”

Rahka managed to suppress a confused snort. They were drawn to those lazily floating pool toys in the large pool; they seemed weirdly lonely, a forlorn quality hidden behind the painted-on grins. Or maybe they were just imagining things; they had a bit of an affinity for pooltoys, and had a little bit of a tendency to personify them when there was no reason to. Well, aside from those smiles and those eyes. 
Rahka sometimes wondered what it would be like to be one of those inanimate things. No personal demons or intrusive thoughts to deal with. Just a headful of air and a perpetual grin, floating along in obliviousness. The idea seemed like heaven. 

But that was neither here nor there.

Since the pooltoys were alone, Rahka decided they might as well go for a dip and examine them  up close. Maybe they needed the company! Rahka waded into the warm, pleasant water. This pool seemed to be relatively shallow; even at the deeper end their toes were still able to touch the bottom. The toys floated gently on the surface, impassive and friendly, waiting for their approach.
Rahka went to the shark first. It was a bit smaller than the others, and it lacked the handles for riding that the orca had. But it was cute! Quite cute. As Rahka approached it, water splashed onto it and left little beads of water on its hydrophobic surface. They examined the lupine toy, grabbing onto it and feeling it slip and resist their grip slightly.
Rahka felt its underbelly, perfectly smooth like the rest of it. Just where was the nozzle, they wondered…
When they turned the shark toy around, the nozzle was staring them right in the face, just below - just where its genetalia would have been. 
And there was another hole just below it, a little crater that retreated inside. Rahka only realised it when their hand inadvertently slipped inside, their fingertips brushing against smooth neoprene. They pulled back as soon as they realised what they were doing, croaking out a far-too-loud apology to the inanimate object.
They glanced back towards that couple - the otter woman’s back was to them, and she didn’t seem to be paying them any heed. Good. That only slightly lessened their embarrassment.
Okay, that was what these pool toys were here for. What about the others…?

Upon straddling the Orca, Rahka noticed that the fin was significantly rounder and thicker than it looked to be at a first glance. It was also quite close to Rahka’s crotch from where they sat - clearly it was designed for any set of bits to grind against.
Finally, below the sea horse’s pouch was a slit that hid a hard firm sex toy, attached between its legs. Perhaps a bit out of place, but… Rahka was not going to judge. Maybe these were custom made for someone in particular in the pool? Who knew how often these things were used…
…if that was the case, maybe they would be better off leaving them alone. They didn’t want to cause a scene. Or catch something.
Having sufficiently molested the three toys, Rahka turned to wade away. It felt weird playing with them alone, and self-consciousness was tightening its grip around their mind.
As they got to the shallower end, Rahka felt a nudge in the small of their back. Turning around with an instinctive “Sorry!” 
They found themself looking right into the big belly of the seahorse toy. The toy was simply looking straight ahead, and not down at them.
“Huh.” Rahka gently pushed the toy away, letting it bob and float back along the pool. It must have been jostled towards them by an errant current, or an underwater jet or something. Rahka watched the toy bob off, before turning once more.

Don’t run off.
Not yet~!
Not when there’s so much fun to be had... 
A soft breathy voice whispered behind them. Or was it three? Or was there more? They blended and overlapped but they all sounded the exact same in Rahka’s head…
The panther turned to look behind them. The three toys were floating and bobbing on the water. They weren’t even looking at Rahka. The idea they entertained in their head for a brief moment was discarded. Maybe they just hallucinated.
They turned their back and began to move again. No voices this time around. It must have been an idle, horny daydream. Nothing more than that, Rahka reminded themself. No point in getting weird ideas into their head.
Maybe there was a pooltoy lover meetup at some point. They’d feel far more comfortable doing this with other people-

Are you sure about that, cutie?
There it was again. Rahka looked over their shoulder. 
Had the toys gotten closer? Rahka looked over to the swinging couple, still locked in their own throes of coital bliss. The panther peered at the gently bobbing toys. They simply smiled back at them. 
Come on… give us a hug, you want to…
The pooltoys’ mouths didn’t move. But Rahka had no more doubt where the voices were coming from.
They were hallucinating. Their nerves were getting in the way. They needed to explore the rest of the park, put this out of their mind…
Rahka couldn’t turn, or take their eyes off the three pooltoys. They floated towards them. Or perhaps more accurately, they glided towards them. 
The seahorse was towering over them once again. This time, its snout was pointed straight down at them. Smiling and staring.
Its eyes were a dark black colour before. They certainly weren’t a yellow glow. And they definitely weren’t… swirling…
Rahka’s jaw slipped open, and their eyes widened. It would be easier to take in the pretty lights if they did that, after all… 
They didn’t wonder if they were hallucinating any more. Their mind was very, very quiet now…
Their feet had trouble staying on the floor of the pool, and they lifted up, and Rahka felt themself begin to float…
The water felt warm, and cosy, and they could feel themself starting to slump back. 
The other two toys were surrounding them now too, but they didn’t particularly mind. They were corralling the now mesmerised panther, guiding them closer to the ring. Somehow, the seahorse lifted up above their head, the hoop protruding from it framing its swirling eyes. Rahka was happy to keep staring as the hoop slowly slid down.
Hands up, dear, one of the voices said.
Rahka nodded slowly, blankly, and raised their hands up to let it slip over them. Its texture was smooth and squeaky, and a little bit tight around their waist.
Come along now, dear, the sea horse cooed, their voice more feminine than the other two. Let’s take very good care of you. You need to be taken care of, you sweet, dear, fleshy little thing. 
You need to have fun, the silver shark said in a lower, silkier tone.
You need to lose your inhibitions and join us… the orca’s voice was more excitable than the others, and it coaxed Rahka’s lips into a little, sleepy smile.
Rahka nodded, and floated in the water as their captor began to tug them away, back towards the deep end. The golden rings and swirls kept them very entertained, swapping from curling spirals, to tunnels of concentric colour, to flashing, blank, strobe lights.
It kept Rahka from getting bored, new novel patterns keeping their mind totally occupied and unaware, sending stimulating starbursts down their spine and the tips of their paws.

Bound and surrounded, Rahka floated further into the deep end, far longer than they might have expected if they were able to perceive anything outside the colour. It was not important. They were cradled by the nice pool toys and the water, and had no fear of drowning. No fears of anything at all. No thoughts at all.
You are very weak-minded, the seahorse cooed, its eyes and body sparkling, its shaft pressing to frot against Rahka’s. Usually this takes much, much longer. Such a weak willed little kitten.
So obedient, the orca concurred, brushing itself underneath Rahka’s legs. Rahka straddled it and moaned softly, their shaft throbbing inside their swim-trunks. They hadn’t even noticed they were at full mast until now. Though it did make sense. Every part of them felt wonderful. 
The pooltoy rocked to and fro beneath them - whether it was intentional or just due to the natural ebb and flow of the pool, it didn’t matter. 
Rahka’s smile faded as their jaw fell open and they moaned with pleasure. Their eyes fluttered, their golden pupils disappearing behind their upper eyelids as they tried to keep them trained on the pretty colours in the seahorse’s eyes. Their arms were still bound by their sides, balled into tense fists as the orca’s squeaky body ground and pressed against them. It was surprisingly soft and smooth, and they wished they could have slid off their swim trunks; it would surely feel even better if they did that…

Don’t forget to kick your legs, the silver shark said with an encouraging lilt to their voice. It’ll make it easier to float with us~!
Rahka nodded sleepily and obeyed, their ankles lightly kicking forwards and backwards. The orca rocked like a raft beneath them, squeakily molesting them as they drifted along.
The peripherals of Rahka’s vision picked up two blurry, soupy shapes. In the faint memories of their life before the colourful lights came into them, Rahka could barely recognise them. They were that couple from before…
That remembrance triggered a fight-or-flight impulse in their brain. This was not normal. This was not natural. This was not safe…
Rahka stopped paddling.
They mustered all of their might to try and break themself free.
They could just about manage moving one of their toes. 
But their throat was still working. 
“Huh…” they tried to speak, the sound becoming a moaned yawn. “Huh…heeelp…”
No one’s going to help you~! The silver shark’s voice giggled inside Rahka’s head, scrambling their thoughts again. Its nose was pressed into the small of Rahka’s back, pushing them forward and ensuring they stayed on track. 
But you don’t need any help, do you? The seahorse purred. You are just fine where you are now. Everything is just fine. 
Everything is just fine, the orca added, pushing its fin against Rahka’s shaft.
Everything is just fine, the silver shark giggled, now swimming alongside them. 
“Ev…tn… j’s fine…” Rahka slurred and mumbled, their slack jaw barely moving as their throat croaked out the faintest hints of words. 
Everything was just fine. Rahka was just fine. Staring at the colours and feeling that squeaky vinyl flesh rub against them was all the proof they needed that that was the case. 

The pooltoys were slow, somewhat at the mercy of the pool. But that was fine, they had all the time in the world to weave their spell over the sweet, warm, happy kitty. They kicked along without a worry or a care, not a thought in their head, glad to be free of those silly fears and concerns.

-

The otter and the beagle never noticed them disappearing into a dark tunnel.
The otter was too busy gazing at her lover, looking into the pretty pulsing swirl of its eyes, and allowed her legs to spread wider. That squeaky, rubbery tongue burrowed inside, exploring and pulsing and inflating to explore every inch of her. The pooltoy had her in its thrall, just the same. 
The beagle pulled back from her slit, and she whimpered with pleasure, drooling from the corner of her mouth.
Come with me, it said. and I’ll teach you the rules of the pool. You want to learn the rules, don’t you?

-

In the darkness, the glowing swirl of the sea-horse’s eyes illuminated the way for Rahka. They stared in a daze, with little flickers of uncertainty and confusion resting on their face. It was hard to resist. The colours bounced off the walls and bathed them with their pleasurable glow. The orca’s fin tickled and flicked against their shaft, and the shark’s voice still whispered to them as they swam alongside.
Just keep following, just keep swimming, swim along, drift along, and soon so very soon you’ll get to learn the rules of the pool…
The rules…?
Yes, that was what was missing. That was where those unspoken doubts were coming from. Once they knew the rules, then they could really enjoy themself. No more awkwardness, no more worries. They could follow the rules perfectly. That was all they wanted to do.

Sunlight streamed in as they exited the tunnel, coming to another, even larger pool. 
The colours faded from the Sea-horse’s eyes as it lifted itself up to release Rahka from its bounds. While Rahka felt a little sad to lose sight, a loud moan and the sounds of rough, low squeaking drew their gaze away.

This pool was full of people. And full of toys. All of them wrapped in each other, in varying states of undress. A squat gerbil girl was humping the fin of an orca, identical to the one that Rahka rode in on. A lithe alpaca was holding onto a large, anthropomorphic fox, hugging for dear life as he thrust into its sex, over and over again. A rabbit was wrapped tightly in a pink snake, staring into its eyes and smiling with mindless bliss. A dozen pool-guests were wrapped in the tentacles and tendrils of a large, violet octopus. A sea of flesh and vinyl, an endless orgy.
Rahka stared with slack-jawed awe; what else could they do? They had never seen a thing like this in their life, nor would they again. The surreality of the sight jostled them to their core, and they could feel that light trance fading from them as they wriggled out of the grip of the seahorse.
 
Ms. Lifeguard! Ms. Lifeguard! We’ve got a new guest!
The voices were in Rahka’s mind, but they drew their gaze away from the orgy and towards the poolside. An anthro tiger-shark sat in a chair, one vinyl leg crossed over the other. She only wore a very loose white tank top that barely passed her bust that had the word LIFEGUARD emblazoned on it. Her vulva was on display, teal velvety flesh hidden amidst the russet, smooth body. She also had ‘hair’, long bangs the colour of freshly baked bread draping down between her large ears. A violet gaze looked down her snout at Rahka. She stood up, her ample chest bouncing just a little. Her mouth opened, and she spoke.
“Welcome,” she said, her voice thick with a sneering, patronising tone. “You’re new here, huh? Don’t go anywhere. I’ll train you in.”
“Train…?” Rahka asked. They glanced around. The three toys had peeled away from them, floating towards the deeper reaches of the pool to attend to some of the other guests. When they looked back, the lifeguard had dove in, splashing Rahka with chlorinated water. The cat sputtered and gasped, the vestiges of that light trance fading away and replaced with confused panic. They began to gibber.
“What’s going on, why are those toys moving, why are you made of-”
“Shhshhshh.” A vinyl hand caressed Rahka’s throat, and stroked under their chin to look up at the massive shark-toy’s face. “Don’t talk. Just listen. And I’ll tell you everything you need to know.”

“Y-yeah…” Rahka croaked. They could feel something pushing underneath them. A finned tail was looping itself around their ankles. The shark’s free hand grabbed at Rahka’s waistband, tugging down their swim trunks. While they weren’t aroused anymore, that was about to change, Rahka could feel it. The smile, the glisten of her face, and the sheer charisma was intensely erotic.
Not only that… the swirling purple and dark-blue rings in her eyes were magnitudes more beautiful than the sea-horse’s. It was no contest. Rahka sank into them, even deeper than they had before, and their cock shot up to full mast. 
“The first rule,” the lifeguard said, “And the most important one, is you always do as the lifeguard says. Understand?”
She tugged Rahka’s chin up, then down, then up, then down again. Rahka nodded, blankly and happily.
“Good kitty. Good.”

The lifeguard hugged Rahka closer, their velvety netherlips rubbing against the top of Rahka’s cock, pushing it against their stomach as she draped herself over them.
“Wow… you’re really weak to me, hm?” the lifeguard chuckled and pulled backwards, allowing herself to float effortlessly on the surface of the water. Rahka sat on her lap, her thighs intertwining with theirs to keep them upright. “Good. It’s good to be weak to me. Far easier to give in. Others, they don’t understand what they’re denying themself by resisting. They don’t realise that the sooner they start following the rules, the sooner they’ll start having fun…”
“Fun…” Rahka repeated dumbly. 
The lifeguard laughed with delight. She pushed her hips against Rahka’s, her slit sliding against the underside of Rahka’s cock. They thrust unconsciously.
“Like I said. Do as the lifeguard says. Hump.”
“Hump…” Rahka repeated, and gripped the handles on either side of the lifeguard’s waist as they obeyed.
“Hump, and listen, and stare.” the lifeguard moaned, her toothy grin wide and almost sadistic. Her large hand cradled Rahka’s face, keeping them staring into the pretty warbling rings of colour. They were cool and soothing in the summer heat, like a nice delicious drink, and Rahka drank them in with a big, dazed smile.
“Now, the rules are mostly simple and straightforward,” the lifeguard continued, leaning upwards and letting her hollow, air filled body dimple and crinkle. “We’ve got the basic ones, the ones you’d expect. No running.”
“No running…” Rahka repeated, humping against her to punctuate.
“Good. No diving.” 
“No diving…” another hump. “Hhhah…”
“Goooood kitten. No excessive splashing.”
“No… e-excs…ss-uh…”
“Close enough. Good kitten.” another push of her hips against theirs, guiding the tip of the kitten’s cock inside and giving it a tight, loving squeeze.
“NNnahh…”
“And most of all… no thinking.”
“No thinking…” Rahka gurgled and pushed their hips right into the velvety neoprene, letting it squeeze and cradle and cajole them deeper.
“No running, no diving, no excessive splashing.” each repetition was accompanied by a slight quickening in pace of the coloured rings, a speedy pulse that made Rahka’s cock pulse in unison.
“Nuh run… nuh dah…” Rahka did their best to follow, but the pleasure and those colours made it so very difficult. The shark’s paw pressed into Rahka’s cheek, stroking and cradling their head, wordlessly praising them with tickles behind the ear.
“And most of all, no thinking.”
“Most… ah… think…”
“No running, no diving, no excessive splashing, and most of all, no thinking.” It was such an easy thing to remember. The sing-song rhythm slithered into Rahka’s ears and wrapped around their brain like ribbons around a present. The words squeezed them, guided them to thrust and push in deeper, one of their paws sliding under the wet t-shirt and grasping one of her squishy breasts.
“Nnnh, yes… good, kitten,” the shark moaned. “Repeat the rules, and do as I say…”
“No running, no diving, no excessive splashing, and most of all, no thinking…”
“That’s gooood~!” the lifeguard was so patronising, but Rahka was too mind-melted to care. “Goooood kitten~! Such a weak willed, obedient kitten! That’s what I like to see. And once you’ve got the rules completely committed to memory… then you can go have fun with the other guests. That sounds like fun, doesn’t it? It does. Say it does.”
“No excess - yessss- ive splashing, and most of all…”
“No thinking.”
“No thinking..~!” Rahka moaned, their dick hard as a rock and incredibly sensitive, so close to climax… just one more squeeze, one more repetition would do it…
“Ah-ah-ah.” The rings in the lifeguard’s big eyes pulsed faster and Rahka felt themself go deliciously numb, anaesthetised by the purples and blues. Rahka went blank, and silent. 
“No cumming in the lifeguard without her permission.”
Her hand made them nod. 
“Do as the lifeguard says.”
Another nod. Rahka was ashamed of themself for almost forgetting that rule. 
“Do as the lifeguard says, and hump, but don’t come, got it?”
Rahka was made to nod again. They humped again, wet fur rubbing against smooth vinyl. Normally it would be so hard for them to resist climax. But they could do as the lifeguard said. They would not disobey or disappoint her. They did not want to get kicked out of the pool. They wanted to join in with everyone else, to play with all the other nice toys.

“Good kitten.” The lifeguard’s voice was firm, but encouraging, and her vinyl hand squeezed their cheek. “Suuuch a good kitten, yes you are. So obedient and weak, submissive to authority, even if it’s a simple pooltoy’s authority. That’s it. Keep gazing. Keep humping. Keep obeying. It feels good to give in. It feels good to obey. It feels so great to do as the lifeguard says. Repeat the rules.
Rahka’s thrusts were in perfect time with their droning chant. They spoke loud enough that some of the other nearby guests began to join in. It spread from them to more, until eventually the whole pool was chanting in unison, reminding themself of the rules.
“Look what you’ve done~” the lifeguard said, their grin toothy and wicked.  “You’re setting a great example for everyone else. Aren’t you proud? Do as the lifeguard says and say Yes.”
“Yeeees…” Rahka gasped, their swirling eyes rolling up into their head as their whole body was racked with edging pleasure.
“And do as your lifeguard says, and CUM.”
“Ahgnnh!” Rahka gasped and arched their back, the panther emptying themself into the neoprene womb, hilting themself inside the squeezing walls as their face was pressed against the lifeguard’s snout. The eyes spun and pulsed, the display making the climax last even longer, destroy them even more profoundly. The pleasure drowned their mind, making all their thoughts sink into the darkness. 
Only two thoughts were buoyant enough to stay in the panther’s mind.
One was the most important rule. Do as the lifeguard says.
The other was the mantra that made up the other rules. No running, no diving, no excessive splashing, and most of all, no thinking.

Even in their afterglow, with their mouth barely even functional, Rahka was mumbling that phrase. 
“Don’t fall asleep,” the lifeguard commanded. “Don’t want you drowning on me! “Their eyes shot wide open again. 
“Yes Ms. Lifeguard!” they mewled. 
“Good, good. Good kitten.'' The squeaky vinyl paw pinched Rahka’s cheek one more time, before pushing them gently off her until their paws touched the bottom of the pool. She kept floating, a little translucent plug pushing into her vulva to keep any mess from spreading. Rahka’s discarded trunks floated close by. Rahka felt the urge to grab them.
“Leave those there,” the lifeguard said with a dismissive wave. “You should go play with the other fleshy pets.”
“Oh…” Rahka nodded. They looked to the sea of vinyl and fur and flesh, and heard the mantra they’d started echoing and chorusing through the air.
As they started to stumble and wade along, they joined back in, first in a low, tentative mumble that grew and grew in confidence.
By the time they were speaking with full throat and full clarity, Rahka had vanished into the orgy, just another writhing and splashing body, a slave to the rules of the pool.

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