The setting sun cast its glimmering golden light across the dappled waters of the slate grey sea. The crashing waves foamed upon the jagged rocks which protruded from the white sands which glittered beneath his webbed feet like a million sparkling jewels as his clawed toes sank into the shimmering sands, his ponderous tread carrying his heavy, round body towards the frothing surf. Cobb placed a hand to the small of his back and sighed as he turned his yellow-orange gaze to the last glimpse of the day’s light. 

“I’ll never get tired of it,” he said to himself. His slender fingers, laced with the thin membrane of translucent flesh fell then to the ripe swell of his pregnant belly. “And someday, neither will you.”

The seal then turned his back to the lowering sun, watching the undulation of the sea, sparkling with the last rays of the sun to shimmer in resplendent gold. Cautiously, he stepped into the chilling waters of the bay, licking his black lips as he did so. His fangs, white and gleaming, slipped from his gums, showing their sharpened edges as he took a deep breath. The life within him stirred, rocking gently within his swollen middle, reminding the seal of his rampant hunger. 

“You don’t make this any easier,” he lamented. “Still, I suppose it must be done, eh, little one?”

Raising his lithe, sinuous arms over his head, Cobb stretched his muscles, his gravid middle distending well beyond his wide, round hips. The seal then lowered his arms and with a grace which belied his pregnant frame, he slipped into the water. Wading into the sea, his grey fur sleek and shiny, he then dipped his head below the waves, descending into the murky depths to stalk the fat, delicious cod which dwelt among the rocks and weeds. With powerful kicks, the pregnant seal propelled himself, his webbed hands paddling in front of him as he scanned the bay, searching for his next meal. His belly rumbled, demanded that he feed himself, the life within him pummeling at his kidneys, refusing to back down until that ever present hunger should at last be sated. Cobb placed a palm upon his swollen belly, letting his fingers glide along the ripe curve of his abdomen as he continued to glide through the silent sea. His navel was a small hump atop his belly, a mountain in miniature, crowning his bloated stomach. His fingers slowly circled his bellybutton, soothing the protests which erupted within his gravid womb. The furious boiling of his flesh slowed, the kicks of his unborn growing softer as the life within him would rock into a gentle slumber. 

Carried by the waves, the seal slipped through the flowing weeds, his eyes darting about, ready for the briefest gleam of scales in the dying light. Bubbles ascended from his nostrils, floating up to break upon the surface as the gravid creature continued his search. When nothing appeared, Cobb’s mind began to race. Where did the fish go? Did something frighten them? The hairs on his neck began to prickle, for his mind then turned to the threat of some predator. A shark perhaps, swimming within the bay, prowling for the delicious, fat body of a young seal. His hands flew to his belly, his eyes growing wide as he watched the shadows. His heart thudded against his ribs as he spied what appeared to be movement in the rocks. Was it a barracuda? An eel? Something was there, he saw it. The seal’s mouth opened, the air billowing from his lungs as the shadow moved from the rocks, coming ever closer. 

Bobbing just above the surface, his orange body a living flame, Gerry let the knots in his muscles relax. The fox tilted his head back, drinking in the warm light of the dying sun, relishing in the way the water flowed around his body. 

“I should have done this ages ago,” he said to himself. “I needed a vacation for so long.”

Having left his car by the beach, the fox had wasted no time in shedding his stuffy clothes and leaping naked into the sea. Now, his strong, muscular form tread the foaming waters, his fur a bright gleam upon the glittering surface. His belly was the white of fresh cream, ascending to his lower jaw and plummeting down into the rick scruff of his pubic fur. His cock, a crimson rod of masculine beauty, slipped from its sheath to sway gently in the surf above a pair of fat balls which dangled between his well toned thighs. Gerry lifted a black claw from the water, letting the dribbles patter from his fingers to sparkle in the dying sunlight. 

“It feels so great to get away.” He paddled a little, floating on the bobbing sea, letting the tide take back towards the shore. “Not a care in the world.”

Below the surface, a pair of eyes watched. The seal’s gaze turned up towards the body of the fox, his curiosity piqued by the strength of the white abdominals, the muscles of those orange legs stirring a new hunger in his belly. The fox paddled above him, his shadow drifting upon the rocks. Cobb’s fear had fled, for he now understood that it was this enchanting creature that had been the cause of his terror. He licked his lips, spying the crimson worm which dangled so tantalizingly from between the vulpine’s legs. Pressing his lips into a thin black line, the seal slowly began his ascent. He was a hunter by instinct, the ruler of these seas. His feet kicked slowly, his hands extending above him. Gently, he came closer, his fingers reaching, grazing the fur of Gerry’s calf. 

“What was that?” the fox said. 

His leg jerked suddenly and Gerry spun, looking all around him. Alas, that he could not penetrate the inky depths of the slate colored sea. 

“Something touched my leg,” he muttered. “Must have been a weed, I hope.”

Despite his attempts to calm the thunderous pounding of his heart, the fox was starting to long for the safety of the beach. He turned, his muscles swimming beneath his fur, and began to paddle for the sand. Below the surface, Cobb floated transfixed, enthralled by the raw beauty of the fox’s body. The pectorals were as two boulders which crashed into one another as the vulpine lashed his powerful arms with strong, purposeful strokes. His belly clenched, rippling with the iron hard abs that made the seal nearly swoon. The legs kicked, taut as steel, and that manhood which swayed from his hips? Oh, he did not fail to miss that one bit. His hands reached out, groping at the fox’s legs, fingers dancing along the trembling flesh as his lips sought that ruby pillar of throbbing masculinity. 

“Okay, something is definitely here,” gasped Gerry. “I-I don’t know what, but please don’t be a shark.” He had often heard such warnings, that the deadly undersea predators would frequent the bays at sunset. Sweat prickled on the back of his neck. He had been foolish to swim out here alone. Now, he was going to pay for that mistake. “I just have to get back to shore.” He gazed longingly at the strip of white sand. “Just have to go slow, careful.”

The shore seemed so far away and getting farther by the minute. The fox tried to ignore the slimy touch which was creeping up his legs. Was it an octopus? A giant squid come up from the darkest depths. He shook his head, trying to force the thoughts from his brain as he continued to swim for the beach. Cobb gripped the firm cheeks of Gerry’s ass, his fingers splaying over the hard muscle. His lips, plump and black, met the fox’s tip, parting to wrap themselves around the gleaming scarlet rod. Instantly, the sea erupted into a typhoon as water gushed into the darkening sky. Gerry let out a shriek, his voice rising into the heavens to wake the gods from their slumber. His black claws tore at the water, scrabbling to tear at the sucking creature which had latched itself to his groin. The lips of the beast’s maw were closing tight, the warm, rough tongue scouring his tender flesh, lapping at his salty skin in a way which was not unpleasant, though very startling. Gerry’s belly heaved as he gulped at the warm air, his hands groping in the darkness of the water, feeling the sleek hide of Cobb. His hands fell on the mop of shaggy black hair which crowned the seal’s head, fingers closing around Cobb’s cheeks. 

“What is it?” screamed the fox. “Oh Lord, what is it?”

He pulled, slipping Cobb from his cock, dragging the laughing creature to the surface.

“Easy now,” said the seal as his smiling face broke through the surf. “Be gentle with me.”

Gerry still held the seal between his hands, the creature watching him with bright, luminous eyes of flaming yellow-orange. Framed in the sunset, those orbs glowed like living coals, drawing the fox into the swirling depths to lose himself among the rich gleam of lucent topaz. Gerry shook his head, turning his gaze again on the strange creature who had assaulted him. The seal’s face was the color of steel, with a faintly blue sheen. His slender throat, supple and so very tempting, descended below his delicate chin, revealing his shoulders, dappled with black spots. His short, black hair was plastered like seaweed to his face, hanging in front of his eyes as Cobb smiled again. His lips were black as jet and plump as ripe cherries. Such were the lips which had wrapped themselves around his throbbing groin, now grown erect as Gerry floated, clutching the strange creature in his hands. Seeing those very lips stirred the fox, reminding him of the tongue which slithered so seductively along his undershaft. 

“A seal?” Gerry said. 

“And you’re a fox,” replied Cobb. “I’m glad we know each other.”

“Uh, what are you doing out here?” Gerry felt like a fool for asking, but the fox had no idea what else to say. 

Grasping the fox’s wrists, Cobb said, “I live here, silly. This bay is my home. I should be asking you the same question. The sea is hardly the place to find a fox.”

Gerry thought for a moment, taken aback by the seal’s obvious statement. The heat bloomed in his cheeks and the vulpine turned his eyes from the aching beauty of that sleek countenance. Finally, he said, “I was on vacation and I stopped for a swim. That’s all.”

Cobb’s eyes lit up, the seal’s smile beaming into an infectious grin which revealed the bright flash of his white fangs. “A vacation? Oh, how exciting. Tell me, where are you going?”

“Uh, n-nowhere,” stammered the fox. “I, um, was just visiting the coast and I saw this bay.”

“And you just had to stop, I totally get it,” laughed the seal. “I feel the same way every day.”

His slender arms then reached out, wrapping around the muscled neck of the fox. His legs, shapely and strong, clung to Gerry’s waist, forcing the fox to kick frantically to keep them both above the water. 

“Mmm, such a good swimmer you are,” purred Cobb. He leaned closer, his lips grazing Gerry’s mouth. “I’ll bet you’re good at other things too.”

Gerry gulped, his heart thundering in his chest. The warm softness of Cobb’s body, the way his lips played on his mouth, the fox’s mind was alight with the desire to claim the creature. His fingers itched, begging to sink into the yielding flesh of Cobb’s round buttocks, to part the jiggling cheeks and plunge his weeping manhood deep. 

“W-What are you doing?” he stammered. 

“What am I doing?” asked Cobb. His eyes fell closed, his lips pressed to the fox’s mouth. “I should ask you the same, Mr. Fox.”

Their lips met in a kiss that burst like a nova in Gerry’s brain. Soft and warm, tasting of the salt of the sea, those black lips pressed against his mouth. The jaws parted, the wet, warm tongue darting at his fangs, enticing him to slip free from his own jaws to plunge into the inviting mouth of the seal. He slid deep, caressing the ridges of Cobb’s palate, curling back to slide along the smooth, red gums and hook behind his front teeth as the seal’s tongue would leap to retaliate. Cobb’s tongue rubbed the underside of Gerry’s member, slipping into the fox’s mouth. His black button of a nose flared, nostrils puffing as he moaned softly through his nose. Gerry’s powerful body came alive in the bobbing surf, his arms enveloping the seal, fingers raking down Cobb’s back to claim the ripe bounty of his flabby rump. Claws sank deep into the yielding flesh, parting the fat cheeks as his manhood would pulse with the need to penetrate this wanting creature. 

Gerry’s legs kicked wildly, the fox beginning to sink, dragging Cobb, giggling, back under the waves. The pair burst from the sea, the seal pushing away to let out a gusty laugh. 

“Perhaps this would be easier in the shallows?”

“I suppose so,” laughed Gerry. 

He watched in rapt desire as the seal then turned and kicked away. The fat orbs of his round buttocks broke the surface like a pair of grey whales, their fur sleek and dappled with black spots, much like his shoulders. 

“Are you coming?” called the musical voice. 

“Um, yeah, right behind you,” Gerry replied. 

The fox shot for the sandy shore, following the ponderous wake of the seal, not knowing of the maternal girth which hung below the waves like an iceberg. Cobb crawled into the shallows, his back and rump above the water. His narrow chest, swollen with the ripeness of his milky bosom, curved up to lift itself from the salty surf as he then craned his neck to see the fox scrambling from the waves. Gasping, Gerry rolled onto his back, leaning himself against a rock which jutted from the sand. The stone, warmed by the sun, felt good against his back as he saw the seal crawling towards him. His cock throbbed in the shallow water, its crimson flesh brightly visible below the trembling surface. 

“Mmm, that’s too big to be a crab,” remarked the seal. “I wonder what it could be?”

Cobb slid between Gerry’s legs, his nimble fingers coming to rest upon the fox’s broad, white chest. The webbing between his claws was the color of pearl, faintly pinkish in tone as his slender fingers splayed themselves wide to rustle through Gerry’s creamy fur. The fox’s chest rose and fell, his breath panting from his mouth as he felt every muscle in his body growing tight. His flesh crawled beneath the seal’s touch, his belly a bright flame which threatened to consume him. 

“O-Oh,” he heard himself moan as Cobb’s hands slid down to his rippling belly. 

The seal’s fingers circled his navel, one claw scratching at his lower belly. With two fingers and his thumb, the seal pressed into Gerry’s taut flesh, circling his lower abdomen. The fox’s manhood stirred, weeping its shimmering precum into the churning sea as his rod would rise, branching the foaming surface like that of a whale. The fox fell slack against the rock, his mouth sagging open, eager to be claimed by the questing lips of Cobb, which were rapidly rising to meet once more the fox’s mouth in a kiss which would steal the breath from his aching lungs. His other arm was around Gerry’s neck, his hand descending down the fox’s belly to tangle itself into the white jungle of Gerry’s pubic fur. Those black lips parted, the pink tongue, like a fat worm, would slither into Gerry’s mouth, twining around the fox’s tongue to caress the wet warmth of the vulpine’s mouth. Gerry’s ears fell, his eyes closing as he let himself be taken by the sea nymph. Nimble fingers found his manhood, tracing the throbbing flesh, following the pulsating webbing of veins which ascended that crimson tower like ivy. 

The plump pearls of Gerry’s balls churned between his legs, demanding that he take this creature. The fox yearned to seize Cobb, to plunge deep with the primitive need that belongs to all males. To plant his seed, to swell the wanting belly and bloat the fecund womb. His temples hammered, his head was spinning. He seized Cobb in his powerful arms, the seal squealing with delight as the fox now broke from those perfect lips to conquer the slope of his delicate chin. His narrow muzzle descending, Gerry supped upon the sleek curve of Cobb’s neck, tasting the salt of the sea on his smooth fur. His tongue slid from his lips to lap the water from the seal’s flesh, lowering himself ever farther, to find the empty chalice of Cobb’s collarbone. There, he would seek to fill that holy cup with the wine of his kisses. His arms closed tighter, swaddling the seal, crushing his surrendering body to the broad chest of the fox. 

His love overflowing, he followed that warm cascade down the slope of Cobb’s chest. The seal leaned back, offering himself in supplication to the brazen conqueror who so callously sought to claim every last inch of him. Forgetting the hunger which gnawed at his belly, Cobb’s swollen belly now lusted for a new substance, one which only Gerry could give him. His nipples bloomed from the peaks of tender, round breasts, each erect and thrusting outward in their desire to be plucked and twisted. The seal’s chest billowed with the sharp, rasping breaths of his needy desire, his lust overwhelming as he shoved his chest towards the fox. Gerry plunged down Cobb’s sternum, his tongue gliding between those soft mounds of ripe flesh. Like fresh apricots, they would fill his palm, warm to the touch and so pleasingly soft. Gently, he cupped such a breast, kneading the supple flesh in his hand to make Cobb shiver in his arms. 

“O-Oh, Mr. Fox, your hand is so wonderful,” sighed Cobb. 

“Gerry,” said the fox in a voice that was a low, sultry purr. “Call me, Gerry.”

“Mmm, I’m Cobb,” replied the seal. “But, you can always just call me, [i]yours[/i].”

Cobb let his eyes fall closed, his breast offered to the lips of the fox. Gerry licked the rigid nub, tasting the first sweet drops of fresh milk. The strange, alluring flavor played on his tongue, tempting the vulpine to circle his tongue around the bumpy areola, to savor the taste of salty flesh, the sweetness of milk which began to flow from the hardened bud. His lips closed around that nub, his tongue stabbing at the weeping nipple, suckling the flowing milk which gushed forth. 

“I didn’t know your breasts leaked,” remarked Gerry.

Cobb only smiled at the perplexed expression which the fox gave him. “Should they not?”

Gerry’s ears drooped. “Um, I’m not really sure.”

“Oh, don’t think about it. Just get those lips back here,” said Cobb. His claws dug into the scruff of Gerry’s neck as he felt Gerry’s lips wrap around his glistening nipple. “Oh, don’t stop, please.”

Gerry could not stop if he wanted to, for the fox was soon lost in the giddy succor of the seal’s warm, rich milk. The smooth, sweet taste flowed down his throat, pooling in his belly to warm his cheeks like a fine brandy. His head swam, his fingers plucking at the other nipple, twisting sharply so that the seal did howl his love to the darkening sky. His fingers swirled, flicking at that milky bud, following the trickle of sweet white down the ripples of Cobb’s ribs. 

“Yes, my love,” screamed the seal. His hips bucked, his belly pressing into Gerry’s stomach. “Oh, oh yes!”

Tears streamed down his face as he rose from the waves. Gerry’s hand fell, finding the full swell of Cobb’s pregnant belly. The fox’s eyes suddenly opened and he tore his mouth from the weeping nipple with a look of stark horror. 

“Wha-What is that?” Gerry’s voice was practically a shriek as he cupped the distended orb in his black hands. 

Cobb opened his eyes, his gaze turning to the horrified expression frozen on the fox’s face. Slowly, he then looked at the gravid hump of his pregnant belly, his lips curling into a mischievous grin. “That? You want to know what that is?” He placed a slender hand on his stomach. 

His fingers sliding along the wet curve of Cobb’s belly, feeling the supple roundness of the seal’s maternal girth, Gerry gulped, nodding his head. 

“That is a belly,” replied Cobb. “I’m pretty sure everyone has one. Though I suppose mine is a bit bigger than most.”

The seal’s unborn protested against the probing fingers of the fox, lashing out with a flurry of kicks to bubble across Cobb’s swollen flesh. Gerry yanked his hands back as if he feared that Cobb’s belly would suddenly strike out like something venomous. 

“That… That moved,” he gasped. 

The seal rolled his eyes, chuckling softly at the fox. “Oh that? That’s just the baby.”

“Baby?” Gerry’s face was the color of raw clay. “What? How?”

Cobb leaned forward, his swollen belly dragging in the shallow surf as he crouched on all fours before the fox. His mouth turned to a frown, the seal’s eyes darting to the side and then back again as he asked, “You do know where babies come from, right?” 

Gerry licked his lips, finding the salty tang of the sea on his tongue as he struggled to will the stubborn beating of his heart to slow down. “I do, I just don’t know this happened.”

Cobb crept closer, nestling his face into the dripping fur of Gerry’s chest. His webbed fingers splayed through the creamy expanse, his warm lips spreading over the pink nipple. “Does it matter? Perhaps I just had too many encounters with handsome swimmers?”

His nimble tongue slid from his fangs to lap the salty tang from Gerry’s rosy flesh, sliding effortlessly around the erect bud. The fox groaned softly, trembling at the sweet caress, the warmth of those soft, perfect lips which continued to traverse the albin field of his chest and down the ripples of his belly. Cobb’s hand slid from his chest to tangle into the jungle of Gerry’s pubic fur. Below the shimmering surface, Gerry’s fur swayed like the seagrass, his crimson lance standing so proudly to breach the waves. His tip throbbed, weeping its shimmering tears to entice the seal to claim that shivering rod, to bring it to his lower belly. 

“Mmm, I think you like it,” he whispered. His hips tilted, rubbing his belly against Gerry’s cock. His eyes were luminous, drinking in the very soul of the fox who sat immobilized, unable to tear himself from that basilisk stare. “Yes, you like my big, round belly, don’t you? Feel how soft it is? How heavy and tender is my flesh?” 

He arched his back, pressing his stomach forward, letting Gerry’s manhood glide up the curve of his gravid abdomen. 

“I-I don’t know,” Gerry whimpered. 

Cobb ran a single clawed finger down Gerry’s shivering manhood, sending ripples of electricity to tingle up the spine of the fox. “What’s not to know? We can pretend it’s yours. Would you like that? You can be my brave husband, returned from the sea.” He pushed back, sliding down the fox’s stomach so that his muzzle did hover just above that crimson lance. His fat rump thrust itself into the air, the golden rays of the dying sun casting their feeble gleam upon those ripe orbs. “And I’ll be your sweet wife, eager to please her man.”

Gerry’s heart hammered as he beheld those wobbling spheres. The golden light of the setting sun gleamed upon the grey fur, mingling with the delicate drops of water to sparkle like so many diamonds upon Cobb’s gravid body. His gaze lingered there, taking in the ethereal beauty of the seal. His hands, numb and tingling, sought of their own accord, the ripe flesh, grasping Cobb’s shoulders. His fingers traced the curve of the seal’s back, claws finding the wide hips, soft with their maternal padding. Meanwhile, Cobb was lowering his lips to meet that throbbing tip. Once more, the fox’s manhood called to him in a siren’s song of masculine beauty that the seal could not hope to resist. His slender fingers grazed the veined flesh, stroking gently as they curled around the pumping member. 

Shimmering tears of bitter precum spurted from Gerry’s tip as the seal’s lips met that crimson lance with a kiss that brought a groan from the fox. Gerry’s claws sank into the flesh of Cobb’s rump, his palms filling with the jiggling buttocks of the seal. Cobb’s lips parted, his tongue sliding from his jaws to circle, slowly, so slowly, around the red tip, tasting the bitterness of Gerry’s essence. Gerry’s ears drooped, his eyes squeezing shut as his belly clenched, his fangs grinding together as he fought back the desire to scream his elation. His balls churned, growing fat with the fresh seed which yearned to pump deep into the swollen womb of this nubile creature, this beautiful sea nymph who crawled from the foaming oceans. An Aphrodite in grey fur, the seal was everything he could have hoped for, yet, could he truly bring himself to claim the creature? 

“Cobb,” he moaned. “Oh, Cobb.”

His muscles tensed as the warm, wet tongue slithered around his flesh. The plush, black lips closed around his tip, suckling the bitter elixir which wept so freely. The fox’s precum splashed upon Cobb’s tongue, igniting his senses. His cheeks bloomed scarlet with a raw heat that filled his heavy belly. His flower blossomed, opening to disgorge its fragrant nectar, the scent of his sex drifting on the salty breeze to waft into the nostrils of the fox. Gerry panted, his belly roiling as he inhaled the aroma of Cobb’s musk. The tang of his body, the salt of the ocean, mingling together to drive the fox into a frenzy. His fingers shook, setting those flabby cheeks to wobble in his grip and Gerry at last opened his eyes, seeing the sway of grey flesh, adorned with the black spots, dancing before his vision in the hazy gleam of the setting sun. He turned his gaze to traverse the indent of Cobb’s spine, at last lighting on the yellow-orange of the seal’s eyes. Those enchanting orbs held him spellbound, staring into his very soul as the nimble pink tongue would dart out to slide around his tip. 

Cobb descended down the red shaft, his lips plunging below the water to nuzzle the swaying forest of Gerry’s pubic fur. Up, he would rise, his dripping face emerging from the foaming surf, droplets of shimmering light dribbling from his face as he looked fully into the eyes of his love. His heart swelled within his breast, the tang of the fox’s essence on his tongue. His tongue slithered around Gerry’s cock, lapping the sticky precum from his ruby flesh, letting it settle against his palate, savoring it like a fine wine to be swallowed. The hot, bitter essence poured down his throat, pooling into his belly, making the seal place a hand to his gravid stomach, to caress his own fetal girth as he moaned in whorish delight. Faster, he began to bob, the water splashing around him as Gerry found himself collapsing upon the rock. The fox’s hands slid from the seal’s rump, sliding up the wide hips, to graze the ripples of his ribs as he came to cup the face of Cobb. 

“Cobb,” he moaned. His head fell back as he guided the seal down his shaft. “Ungh, you could have introduced yourself before you started doing that earlier.”

The seal slipped from the fox’s spurting tip to offer an impish smile. “Oh? But Gerry, you should have known better.” 

“I should?” the fox replied. 

His fingers closing around Gerry’s shaft, Cobb stroked, his thumb working the spongy tip. He slid down to the bulge of the fox’s muscular knot, squeezing so as to elicit a moan from Gerry. “Indeed, if you did not intend to go fishing, then don’t dangle your worm in the water.” He placed his lips to Gerry’s tip with a kiss. “And such a worm it is. I just could not help myself. Besides, you came into my backyard uninvited. I should say that you owe me for this intrusion, wouldn’t you say?”

Gerry could not think up a response to the cunning seal. At that moment, the fox could barely think at all. His body was aflame with raw sensation, the lull of the waves, the warmth of the breeze and the tender caress of those fingers which slid so seductively up his manhood. Of the soft and warm lips which kissed his tip, he could not express the wondrous touch of Cobb. No vixen had ever given him such pleasures. His blood raced in his veins, stirring a passion which he never knew he possessed. He had to claim this laughing creature, to seize him, to plunge deep and stir the seal into a boil of primal ecstasy. Cobb’s hand was slipping beneath the water, coming to cup the fat orbs which hung within Gerry’s scrotum. His lips closed around the fox’s tip and the seal squeezed, ever so slightly, his eyes never averting from Gerry’s vision. His pregnant belly ballooned beneath him, filling the fox with a strange desire. It was a pleasing sight, the round and fertile body which knelt before him. Gerry took Cobb’s face in his hands, lifting the seal from his throbbing rod to meet those sticky, shimmering lips with a kiss. 

The scent of the sea and the sour tang of fish hung heavy on Cobb’s breath. So too was the bitterness of his own precum, mingling with a floral sweetness that must have been the natural odor of the seal. His lips pressed hard, in spite of the sticky residue of his own essence, his tongue sliding into the seal’s mouth. Cobb gave a gasp through his nose, his hands falling from Gerry’s groin to grasp the strong, hard arms. The steely strength of those limbs melted the guts of the seal, his womb quivering to be filled by this specimen of manhood. Gerry slithered deeper, plunging down Cobb’s throat, his lips smacking as he gulped at the warm air. Cobb’s eyes were closing, his arms trembling, their feeble strength ebbing as he fell into the arms of the fox. His swollen belly pressed against the ripples of Gerry’s stomach, the fox no longer repulsed by the gravid orb, but rather, he found himself to be enthralled. His hand came free of Cobb’s cheek to come to rest upon the ripe swell of the seal’s belly. Gently, he slid his fingers along the smoothness of the curving surface, delighting in the patter of tiny feet which kicked against his claws. Cobb gave a small start as an errant kick struck his kidney, his supple body shivering against Gerry’s massive chest. His body felt so small in the arms of the fox and Gerry closed his arms around the seal, his lips parting from the swollen mouth to traverse the delicate chin, to claim the slender throat which was offered to him. 

“Oh…” the seal sighed. “What made you come around?”

Gerry’s lips were pressed to Cobb’s neck, suckling the salty tang from his sleek fur. He longed to reply, but to do so would require him to break away from his love. Instead, he cupped the back of the seal’s head, his fingers tangling into the black mane, his body tilting forward, to dip Cobb backwards. The seal raised his arms, allowing himself to drift upon the shallow water as Gerry knelt above him. The fox’s lips glided from the hollow of his collarbone, his tongue now slipping free to wind between the soft breasts, still leaking their sweet drops of precious milk to rain like tears into the pitiless sea as he mounted the slope of Cobb’s swollen belly. The sunlight cast its golden gleam upon the sphere, illuminating the seal’s belly like that of a great, vibrant pearl. Such a treasure would normally exist only in fairytales and yet, Gerry held it in his hands. His black fingers splayed across the ripe flesh, finding the soft bloat of Cobb’s belly to be more wondrous than any gold or jewels. 

His lips descended, meeting the maternal hump. His mouth opened, spreading across the seal’s quivering flesh as his tongue swirled around the mound of Cobb’s navel. Cobb groaned softly, relishing the tortuous ecstasy of the fox’s tongue as it lapped at his distended bellybutton. His flabby cheeks wobbled below him, his flower blooming, begging that the fox seize him then and there. 

“Gerry,” he moaned. “Gerry, please, I can’t take it anymore.”

But the fox would ignore him, plunging down the slope of his lower belly, his mouth coming ever closer to the puny pillar of rigid flesh which was the seal’s cock. In contrast to the girthy might of Gerry’s rod, Cobb’s shaft was a pathetic sliver of black flesh. His balls were little more than two grapes in comparison to the fat pomegranates which hung between the fox’s thighs. Still, to the eyes of Gerry, they were glorious. Stooping down, his lips met that tiny shaft, kissing the cock of the seal to bring a strangled howl to the lips of Cobb. The seal arched his back and shrieked his love to the frosty stars which had begun their nocturnal glimmer, stirring the jealous gods who gazed down upon mere mortals, knowing that they could never hope for such bliss. Gerry carefully took the seal’s balls in his hand, cupping them, squeezing gently as he let his tongue slide down Cobb’s shaft. 

“Oh, Gerry,” wept Cobb. “No one has ever done this for me before.”

“Perhaps they just never loved you like I do,” the fox replied. 

This brought the seal up with a start. “Gerry? Do you mean it?”

The fox looked up, his eyes wide in astonishment. He had said it, but did he truly mean it? Surely, the seal was beautiful, sweet and pure. His round belly was enchanting in its maternal glory, but did he love him? “I don’t know,” he stammered. “I… I suppose that--”

He was stopped by a dripping finger to his lips. 

“Don’t say a word,” Cobb whispered. “I don’t want to spoil it.”

Gerry pressed his lips to that digit, kissing Cobb’s finger as he turned an eye to the blackening sky. “It’s getting dark.”

“We could make love below the stars,” the seal said. 

“I would rather we had a bed,” replied Gerry. “Is there a hotel nearby?”

Cobb smiled. “Nothing for miles, I’m afraid. Except for my shack, of course. It’s across the bay.” He took the fox by the wrist, tugging at his arm to get him to follow. 

“Are we really going to swim there?” said Gerry with a fearful darting of his eyes. “At night?”

“How else do we get there,” said Cobb. “Besides, I won’t let the sharks get you.”

“Great,” moaned Gerry. “Lead the way, I guess.”

The seal kicked off, gliding through the water, his arm around his belly. His other hand grasped the wrist of the fox, who paddled in an effort to keep up with the graceful movement of the seal. Into the oppressive gloom of evening they swam, the stars glimmering on the black water which hid the bottom from the fox’s sight. The growing darkness closed around them, leaving them adrift on the ocean. They could have been lost in the middle of the sea for all that Gerry knew. His heart shuddered in his ribs, his mind racing with thoughts of what might be swimming just below the surface. Once, he thought he caught the shape of a triangular fin and the fox nearly tore himself free of the seal in a desperate urge to race for where he thought the shore might lie. The moonlight steamed through the clouds, setting the entire ocean to glow in silver radiance as Cobb stopped, extending a hand to point to a dim outline. 

“There,” he said. “Those rocks up ahead. That’s where my shack is.”

The pair paddled into the shallows, the seal staggering onto shore. His hands were on his heavy belly and Gerry saw how he stumbled as he walked. 

“I’m not quite so nimble out of the water,” Cobb chuckled. “Oh, drat it all.” He indicated a ring of charred stones. Blackened sticks smoldered among grey ashes. “I let the fire go out.” He smiled, his teeth flashing in the moonlight. “I guess I was distracted by something. Well, I still have a little oil in the lamp. Let me head inside and light it.”

He stumbled towards a squat, wooden structure wrought from the flotsam which drifted to shore. Gerry watched the seal disappear into the shack, spotting an anklet of glistening shells around Cobb’s left ankle. He stood numb, his fingers drumming on his thigh as a small flicker rose from the inside of the shack. A glimmer of orange which spilled forth from the rude doorway to turn the white sands into a bed of fire. 

“Come on, Gerry,” the seal called. “I’m waiting for you. And this time, we are not going to be interrupted.”

“Yes,” gulped the fox. “This time, no more interruptions.”