The orca club

By Strega

Rudolph was washing a face mask in bleach water when the nice young couple showed up at his counter.

"Just a moment, Patty," he said, and shook the mask before hanging it on a peg to drip. Three masks were currently out, which left nine in stock. One was careworn, its black metal and almost indestructible plastics reddened by exposure to the elements.  He normally had two that showed this sort of wear, but a very annoying man came by to check out a mask earlier and got the other one.  Rudolph expected it back tomorrow. Day after, at the latest. You couldn't rush some things.

He wiped his hands on a towel and smiled at the couple. Patty he'd seen before, as she was here almost every day. Her new beau, not so much.  "Rudolph," he said, and extended his hand.

"Uh, Terry," the man replied, rather gingerly shaking his hand.  "'Talk to the dolphins'?" He gestured at the sign. "You're kidding, right?"

"Oho, Patty, you have a fresh one here," Randolph chuckled.  "New technology, son! These masks," he pointed at the rack, "Combine a rebreather, so you don't have to come up for air for an hour or two, and a translator. You can talk to dolphins, sea lions, seals, otters. All the aquatic mammals. Sharks sometimes, but they are pretty cranky."

"And other things," Patty said cryptically.  "Have you seen Darla?"

Rudolph tilted his head.  "I think she's in the area. The dolphins will know."

"You're serious," Terry said.  "You can talk to the dolphins?"

"Hoy!" At the back of the pier shack was a gap in the railing. Between the rack of masks and the swim fins a ladder led down into the sea, with a pipe bolted to it. At high tide the water was only a few feet below and Rudolph banged on the pipe until a dolphin's beak popped into view.

"Hey, you seen Darla?"

The dolphin chittered, and Rudolph nodded.  "What about Rudy?"

Another chitter, and Rudolph tossed it a fish from the bait bucket. It disappeared into the dolphin's beak as neatly as a letter into a mailbox. "Thanks Bob."

"Of course those aren't their names," he said to the couple, "but I don't speak dolphin. He doesn't call me Rudolph either, I'm whistle-whistle-chitter-click to him. But we know who we're talking to." He touched what looked like a hearing aid. "Same tech as the masks."

"Darla is about a mile offshore," he went on.  "Rudy is somewhere farther out. Going for a visit?"

"Thought I'd introduce Terry to her," Patty said with a smile. Rudolph chuckled as he got out two masks, weight belts and sets of swim fins.

"These are good for an hour and a half. Two hours if you're adventurous. When a red light starts blinking you have fifteen minutes of battery left." He tapped on the glass of a mask. "There's a light, and a direction indicator on the HUD that will point you to shore and tell you which way is up if you need it."

"Why would..?" Terry began, but Patty finished for him as she handed Rudolph her credit card.

"Sometimes it's murky," she said.  You get down near the bottom and stir up mud. Cavers use these, right?"

"With much bigger battery packs, yeah.". Rudolph pointed to the back of his shack. "Changing area. You can stow your stuff in the lockers."

Five minutes later the couple slid into the Pacific and Terry jumped as the chilly water hit his balls.  "Gah. Can't we get wetsuits?"

"No vendor at this pier,"  Patty said. She ducked under water and Terry rather hesitantly followed. Sure enough, he could breathe. And talk underwater, he soon learned.

"I have one, and you can buy one if you decide you like diving," she said. She grinned and pointed over his shoulder. Terry just about jumped out of his skin when he turned and found himself nose to nose with one of the huge local sea otters. It was as big as both of them put together and poked an inquisitive whiskery snout at him.

"Morning Patty," it churred, and Terry could hardly believe it. The mask was doing just as advertised. It let them talk underwater and talk to the local wildlife, too.

"Hi, um," Terry struggled to think of something to say. "Mister Otter."

"Jack will do," the otter said, its expression unreadable. Just as Rudolph said, the mask resolved the growl of its name into something more human.  "Want me to see if Joan is interested, Patty?"

"Not today, Jack," Patty said. "We're looking for Darla."

A sea lion cruised by, as streamlined as the otter. It paused to listen to them for a moment before pointing a flipper out to sea.

"Thanks Rodrigo." She gave the sea lion an affectionate pat on the neck and began to swim in the direction it indicated.

"Do you know all the sea life around here?" Terry found that swimming generated enough heat that he soon got used to the cold water. He still wanted a suit, though. He felt fine but he was pretty sure the cold would get to him eventually without some insulation. He didn't have fur or blubber like the wildlife.

"They come and go," Patty said. She was looking around, presumably trying to find this Darla. "There are some locals, though. You get to know them after a while."

"Some better than others," said an amused voice behind them, and Terry found the otter was following them. Their swim fins made them strong and quick in the water but they couldn't compete with animals perfectly adapted to it.

Speaking of which, two dolphins chose that moment to show up. Patty giggled and mock-slapped one when it poked her belly with its bottle nose and Terry jumped as a whiskery otter nose probed him in a similarly indelicate place.

"Hey! Watch it, pal."

Darla giggled again and pushed an inquisitive dolphin away. The otter looked Terry over. "You're no fun. See you later, Patty." It disappeared with a flick of its tail and after a short conversation the dolphins did too.

"That was creepy," Terry said. One of the dolphins was visibly aroused as it swam away, its weird bendy penis hanging out.

"They're just being friendly," she said. "They are used to being around people. They say we're almost to Darla."

There was an arrow on the mask HUD that pointed back toward the beach, plus a variety of icons that went past on the compass as Terry turned his head. That was the pier, that must be the lighthouse, buoy symbols, breakwater maybe?  When he pointed himself toward an icon a distance popped up on the screen as well.

"Man, these masks are great.  I'm surprised people bring them back...Jesus Christ!"

He lost interest in the icons as he realized something was looking past them at him. Something with a face three feet wide. A killer whale was hanging in the water with its nose not ten feet from the two of them.

"Hello, Patty," it whistled, and for the first time he really noticed the sound it made as well as the translation. Otters and dolphins might be drowned out by the words, but orcas are loud. "New friend?"

"Good morning, Darla. This is Terry." He watched in barely suppressed panic as Patty casually patted the thing between the eyes. What was he doing out here anyway? The dolphins and otters were dangerous enough but this thing could eat them both and hardly show a bulge!

"Darla is a friend of mine, Terry. Don't be afraid, the sea people around here won't hurt you unless you're a jerk. You should be happy she's here, she and the other locals keep the dangerous ones away."

Terry watched the dolphin, for what is an orca but a giant dolphin, rise to the surface and take a breath. Everything about it was huge. You could fit a couple of cars inside its vast cylindrical body.

Terry didn't know what to say. What he really wanted to do was swim for shore but he was too proud to admit he was scared shitless. What happened next didn't help.

Darla slid up next to Patty and rolled so her white belly was toward them. He didn't know much about orca anatomy but the long slit down toward the tail had to have something to do with the genitals. To either side of the long slit was a smaller one and he'd just about conquered his fear with curiosity when Patty, who'd just hung her swim fins from her belt, slid both of her feet into the big slit.

"What are you doing?!" Patty just giggled and flapped her arms, pushing against the water so she could slide her legs deeper. She was past the knees in orca slit and the giant dolphin whistled and arched in the water, thrusting herself against the dildo-legs.

'What does it look like I'm going?" Patty giggled, but then her eyes went wide behind the mask. "Darla? Darla!"

Terry watched in mounting horror as a contraction ran through the white orca belly, rippling inward toward the pussy-slit. Darla was enjoying herself. That was fine. What was not fine was first Patty's thighs, then her hips disappearing in one long slurp. The aroused orca was sucking Patty in!

"Jesus Christ, get out of there!" Terry grabbed Patty's arms and kicked, but great heaving strokes of his swim fins weren't enough. The killer whale was just too strong and rhe remorseless orca pussy swallowed his girlfriend whole, first hips, then her belly and breasts, and soon its pink flesh and white outer folds wrapped around Patty's shoulders from below despite her best effort to wriggle loose. No matter how he tried to help she kept sliding deeper, being born in reverse.

Terry braced his feet against the orca's belly and tugged, his hands locked around Patty's wrists and her hands just as tight on his. With a mighty tug he managed to pull several inches of her out of the sucking grip but then the orca bucked in the water, letting out a long whistle. Terry's feet slipped as the huge dolphin shuddered and came, and suddenly everything went dark. A moment later Patty's mask light came on and he didn't need to see the pink flesh wrapped around them to know what happened. In the moment of confusion after his feet slipped the orca had sucked the rest of his girlfriend in, pulling him in after.

"Don't let go," she pled, but Terry almost did. He was only up to the armpits in orca pussy and could get free if he was quick. Instead he hesitated, and then it was too late. Darla bucked in the water, orgasming once more, and the slick folds of pussy rolled over him like a gulp. Hot slick orca sex squeezed him deeper and the last he felt of the cool ocean was seawater against his ankles as Darla's pussy swallowed him mask, shorts, swim fins and all.

The orca was very big but its pussy was not bottomless. As they slithered deeper they squeezed past a tightness into a fleshy chamber lit by their mask lights. It only expanded enough to make room for them and warm, slimy pink folds pressed in from all sides but at least it was looser than the orca's hungry vagina. As they came to rest in the orca's womb the inward-pressing flesh squeezed them together and Patty's legs went around his waist.

As her boobs smooshed up against his chest Patty hugged him tight, looking at him through the mask. "Time to join the orca club," she giggled, and as she rubbed herself against his groin Terry found himself sprouting an entirely inappropriate erection.

"No, wait, we have to get out," he complained, but how? Somewhere there must be the sphincter, or diaphragm, or whatever valve led back to the orca's pussy, but it was impossible to look for it with Patty's mask pressed against his own and rather hard to focus on the matter with her fingers pulling his rock-hard cock of of his swim trunks. Pressed belly to belly with her there was simply no way to keep her from impaling herself and Terry shrugged. Fine then, go out with a bang it would be.

With the womb pressing in from all sides and thick orca muscle and blubber outside that they were trapped in a claustrophobic little space. Luckily one doesn't have to move much to fuck and soon enough they started humping, clawing at each other for purchase. It took real effort to pull back for each new thrust then the slimy walls would squeeze them back together again and Terry would end up balls deep once more. He already knew Patty was freaky in bed and even more so inside an orca, bucking against him and moaning until despite the horror of the situation he got into it too. Eventually, despite his best efforts to hold back he felt the orgasm building and dug his fingers into Patty's tight ass as he came.

"There now," she said, having beaten him to climax by a few seconds, "that wasn't so bad, was it?"

"Wait a minute," he panted. "You knew this would happen!"

"Well of course," Patty said. "Did you think I'd stick my feet into just any old orca?"

"Others might enjoy it too," came a muffled whistle, and Terry jumped as he realized that Darla could hear them even inside herself. The orca's voice came through the thick wall of flesh and could be heard even over the slow drumbeat of her heart. "Rudy likes it when this one human tries, but can't quite fit into his ass. He can get both legs in, though."

"That's horrible," said Terry, realizing that Rudy was a male orca and just as freaky as Darla...or Patty for that matter.

"Horrible would be if I swallowed you," Darla whistled.  "But I don't come here to eat people. It's all in fun when you're down there, you or the dolphins or whatever."

A suspicion crept up on Terry and he squinted at Patty through the mask.  "Have you been in here with a dolphin?"

"Maaaaybe," she grinned.  "Look, as soon as people could talk to the swimmers, of course things started to happen. It's all harmless fun, we can't get each other pregnant and as far as anyone knows there aren't any cross-species STDs. That's pretty much what this beach is used for these days, it's just no one talks about it on shore.  If you want to try it I can introduce you around, Joan is this really nice sea otter lady -"

"Ugh, no," Terry groaned.  "Can we just get out?"

"Are you sure?  Want to go again?  If Rudy's around he could do Darla while we're in here."

"Always fun," the orca whistled, but Terry shook his head. The last thing he needed was Orca Cock Has Joined The Party.

"Please," he said.  "I like you a lot, Patty, but it's too much."

"Its okay," she said sadly. "Not everyone is into it.  I understand. Darla?"

Patty rubbed the slick flesh of the womb, in a spot that to Terry looked like any other, and the folds parted to reveal the sphincter he'd suspected was around here somewhere. Getting out of the orca proved easier than getting in, Patty just slid her arms into the hole and was promptly gripped and pushed. Terry grabbed her ankles and followed and in less than a minute hot orca innards gave way to cold Pacific once more. 

Darla birthed  him out - there was no other way to describe it - and they hung in the water for a moment as Patty put her swim fins back on and Terry rubbed his skin, trying to get real or imagined orca juice off. He shuddered to think of what would have happened had this 'Rudy' shown up. There'd be a lot more 'juice' to wash off, that was for sure.

"Sorry if I upset you," Darla whistled. She turned smoothly in the water to look at him with one eye.  "I wouldn't hurt you and I thought you'd enjoy it as much as I did. If you change your mind, we can try again."

"Thanks," Terry said, while thinking [i]No thanks, in fact, hell no.[/i]

There was little conversation as they returned to the pier. Patty was apologetic the whole way and Terry kept his mouth firmly shut. He just couldn't get past the fact that he'd been with one species of lover – okay, two now - while she'd been...more adventurous.  Otters and dolphins were bad enough but a fucking orca?

When he climbed up the ladder to turn in his mask and fins he nodded to Patty and left without a word.

"It doesn't always work out," Rudolph said as he slid the dive gear into the sink full of bleach water. They always got the same treatment, whether they were exposed merely to salt water or to other things. "Was he a problem?"

"No," Patty said from the bottom of the ladder. She'd never left the sea.  "He just isn't into it. Not everyone is."

Rudolph nodded. If Terry came back, which he doubted, he'd be given one of the black masks. Not the discolored one. Real assholes got given those, a signal to the sea life that they didn't need to put up with any crap from the wearer. There was only one discolored mask on the rack at the moment, the other being on its way through the guts of a large sea lion along with its wearer. The digestive juices slowly abraded the tough material, resulting in the color change, but the masks survived.  Needless to say the wearers didn't and those masks got an extra thorough wash in sanitizing bleach water before being used again. No one wanted a mask that smelled like the lower end of an intestinal tract.

The local predators knew to bring them back when they eventually reappeared, usually adding a complaint that they'd be a lot happier if the masks were smaller or more flexible.  "Just cough them up then," he'd say with a smile.

Patty turned and swam back along the pier, finding Jack the otter waiting. He looked her over and nuzzled her playfully in roughly the same spot he'd nosed Terry. That had generated a protest, but Patty just giggled.

"I'm sorry he left," the otter churred. "You know I'd go in there with you, but its too hot with my fur. There's hardly any time for fun before I have to get back out."

"I know, honey," Patty said, and the otter smiled a whiskery grin as her hand stroked along his belly.  "One of these days I'll find a guy who likes all the things I like."

"Or at least some of them," the otter churred.  "He wasn't even interested in being with Joan, I guess. And Joan really likes human guys."

"His loss," Patty said as she swam into the cool shadows under the pier, the otter right behind her. When they were in a private place Jack rolled onto his back in the shallows with her atop him, facing away. Very carefully he peeled her swimsuit bottom aside with a claw, then came the wash of tongue.

Patty pushed the mask up onto her forehead as she leaned down.  He was a lot bigger than Terry, but she was used to it and he held her in his webby forepaws, careful not to scratch her, as she began to suck. It took both hands and her mouth to properly service the big otter and he purred contentedly, putting his tongue to work to return the favor.

One of these days she'd find a human guy who liked the weird things she liked. Until then, there were alternatives.