His webbed toes padded softly across the creaking boards of his little, ramshackle hut. Cobb, one hand around his gravid belly, then turned his gaze from one wall to the other. The little shack was built of the flotsam and driftwood which had washed ashore, the crooked planks and bits of wood leaving several gaps from which the salty scent of the ocean breeze could be felt slipping through the darkened interior. Of furnishings, the seal possessed precious little, if any. A pair of shelves hung precariously on the walls, these were adorned with the seal’s treasures. Shells of pink, swirling with cream, conches of alabaster which glowed in the dim light of the stars which managed to worm through the gaps in the roof. Spread out in the middle of the floor was a mat woven of dried seagrass. This was all that served for Cobb’s bed. The pregnant seal stumbled, groping about in the darkness while Gerry stood outside, the fox only staring at the doorway. 

“Oh, where is it,” Cobb muttered. His webbed hand ran along the shelf, feeling each and every shell. “I know it’s here, somewhere. Ah, here it is.” 

His fingers found a clam shell. The ridges bumpy to the touch, the bowl of the shell was filled with a viscous fluid that reeked of dead fish. 

“A bit of oil still remains,” he said. “Now, where are the matches?”

A small book of matches sat upon the shelf next to the oil lamp. Striking one, Cobb set the wick alight, filling the room with a gleaming flame which did little to chase away the shadows which instead dwelt within the corners. Taking the lamp in both hands, he then placed it down on the floor, not far from the mat of seagrass and then laid himself upon the woven strands. With a grunt, the seal turned his hip, tucking his legs up so that his fat, maternal rump was revealed as soon as Gerry should step through the door. 

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

His heart fluttered within his breast, eagerly anticipating that orange form, that living flame, to materialize from the gloom. Cobb licked his black lips, remembering the rough, strong fingers on his belly. His hand came to his swollen middle, caressing that gravid bump as if to follow the trail blazed by the fox. His tongue clove to the roof of his mouth, his fangs biting down on his lower lip as he let out a soft groan. Gerry had been so gentle, so kind with him. Not at all like the others. Could he, thought Cobb, be the one? Propping his chin on his fist, he waited, his eyes riveted to the open doorway. 

“Gerry? Are you coming?”

The sun had set long ago, leaving the white sands to be illuminated in the silver radiance of the moonlight. The crash of the surf roared in his ears, the scent of salt and the sharp aroma of the sands, still warm from the sun, tingled in his nostrils as he took a deep breath. Gerry’s toes wiggled in the sand, the warm powder refreshing after the swim across the bay. His fur was still wet, clinging to his body to make his muscular form stand out in sharp relief. 

“No more interruptions,” he said again, turning his gaze to the warm glow which spilled from the little shack. 

No more, he thought. Cobb was something special, he had to be. The fox could see the laughing, impish creature before him, eyes like the summer sun. His fur, the sleekness of his slender, yet swollen body, the way his hips curved so deliciously, was enough to make the fox’s pulse hammer in his temples. Gerry knew not if the pounding in his ears was the ocean behind him or the thrum of his own heart as he tread across the white sands, coming to place his black hand on the jamb of the crooked doorway. The fox had to stoop, lowering his head in order to duck into the shack, but when he did, the vulpine was struck by the acrid stench of fish, the salt of the sea and the stale odor of water. But most of all, beneath those aromas, came the odor of Cobb’s natural scent. The little shack offered few in the ways of comfort, save for the mat of woven seagrass. Gerry spied a few discarded fish bones in a shadowy corner, the shelves which held Cobb’s collection of shells. His eyes then wandered to the floor, to the creature which reclined upon that woven mat. 

“So, you’ve come,” said Cobb. His hip rose above his waist, his belly a vast, grey pearl which swelled before him, spilling across the floor. One arm was draped over his stomach, his fingers circling the distended hump of his navel. 

Gerry gripped the doorway, unable to move. He stood, struck dumb by the sight of such raw beauty. Cobb had been gorgeous in the bay, kneeling as a sea nymph before him in the shallows, but now, seeing his gravid form in the light of that flickering lamp, the seal had transformed. The orange gleam of the oil lamp caressed his grey fur, sliding along the curve of his swollen belly, enticing the fox to follow, letting his eyes dip between a pair of jiggling thighs, so full and ripe as to make Gerry’s mouth water. The tapered calves, the slim ankles, the left adorned by the ring of shells, moved aside to reveal the fat, wobbling cheeks. Cobb’s rump was a pair of vast, bloated orbs, like succulent fruits ready to burst. Gerry gulped back the tightness in his throat as he looked upon the deep cleft between those dappled spheres, his cock throbbing, demanding that he plant his seed deep. Opalescent tears wept from his crimson tip, pattering upon the floor like drops of fresh rain. 

“Will my husband not come to greet his pregnant wife?” asked the seal. 

Roused from his stupor, Gerry gave a shake of his head and asked, “Your what?”

Cobb’s black lips curled into a small smile. “Come now, is that anyway for a husband, spending so long at sea, to greet his beloved who has waited all this time?” He rolled onto his back, his arms raising up, webbed fingers reaching out as if to take Gerry into his arms. “My brave fisherman husband, he has been gone for so long. I have pined for him everyday, dutifully waiting for his return.”

Gerry’s ears lowered, the fox beginning to understand. So it was a roleplay, he realized. A smile spread across his face. He could enjoy that. Stepping so proudly into the shack, the crash of the sea in his ears, the fox planted both hands upon his strong hips. 

“My love, I have returned these many moons,” he called in a booming, stentorian cry. “My every thought was of you, my love.” He reached out with one black hand, taking Cobb’s webbed fingers. “I have craved your very touch, my wife.”

“Oh, Gerry,” giggled the seal. “I didn’t know you could act.” He bit down on his plump lower lip. “Mmm, my brave husband, I have waited for you. We have waited for you.” His hand fell to the swell of his belly. “Won’t you bless your family with your bounty?”

“I have brought much for you, my love. For such is my gift to you, my wife. I have experienced such trials on the angry sea, such dangers, only to return to you.”

Cobb’s hand slipped from Gerry’s fingers, his claws grazing the red, engorged flesh of the fox’s rigid manhood. “I see that your saber is fully drawn.” He closed his fingers around Gerry’s rod, stroking to bring the fox to groan audibly. “Mmm, did my love face pirates? A kraken?”

“More like a mischievous sea imp,” Gerry replied. 

Cobb laughed, removing his hand, but looking up into the eyes of the fox. Gerry was everything he hoped for, but did he dare to wish that the vulpine would stay? Gerry lowered himself to the floor, coming to keel upon the woven mat. His strong arms were around Cobb, the sleek fur of the seal so soft and smooth against his broad chest as he crushed the creature to him. His lips found the ripe mouth, his tongue leaping into the fray as the swashbuckler did flourish his blade. Such was their duel, the fox’s tongue lashing the craving mouth of the seal, twining around Cobb’s tongue, caressing the roof of his mouth as he bore his love down to the floor. Wrapped in their primal embrace, Gerry’s questing hands slid down Cobb’s back, delighting in the way the seal’s muscles danced beneath his fingers. Cobb’s swollen belly was pressed against his stomach, the flutters of the seal’s unborn no longer terrifying him, but enticing him. His love, the wife he left on his voyage, the child which grew from that love they shared. His head swam with the giddy thrill of their game. 

Gerry’s mouth opened with the pop of saliva, strings of glistening drool dribbling down his chin to splatter Cobb’s mouth as their tongues remained locked in their mortal combat, twisting endlessly in the open air, shimmering with the orange luminescence of the burning oil lamp. Cobb’s hand shot out to the side, his claws digging into the warped wooden planks, swollen with damp. His fingers curled, carving thin, white gouges into the soft wood, his back arching painfully as his nostrils puffed with the excited pants which made his belly heave. His body was aflame, every nerve supercharged, tingling with vibrant electricity which raced up and down his spine. His other arm was flung around Gerry’s powerful neck as he sought to claim the fox’s mouth for his own. Their lips once more would collide, drawing Gerry’s warm tongue to plunge deep, to explore the red gums, the smoothness of his white fangs. Cobb’s eyes rolled back, the seal giving a muffled moan of blissful elation. 

Gerry’s hand found a ripe cheek, clamping hard on the soft globe of Cobb’s fat rump. The pillow softness set his balls to churn, spurting their shimmering precum from his shivering tip. Cobb’s sleek thighs hugged Gerry’s waist, his cheeks rubbing so dangerously and so wonderfully close to the fox’s tip that Gerry feared he would release right at that very moment. With will alone, he would tear his mouth from the swollen lips of his love, letting his tongue traverse the delicate chin, to suckle the slim throat which was such a joy to him. Cobb tilted his head back, giving a faint groan of such pleasure. 

“Oh, my love,” he sighed. “You are so very gentle.”

“My dearest wife,” whispered the fox. “I have so longed for this.”

“For this, would you have braved the fiercest of sharks?” asked Cobb. 

“For you,” replied Gerry, “I would have stood before the kraken itself.”

“Would you?” Cobb suddenly squeaked. “I mean, you would face such horrors, only to see me again, my brave husband?”

Gerry looked up from the seal’s throat, peering into the yellow-orange eyes. Glimmering within those enchanting orbs of raw topaz was something more, something which ignited the fox’s cheeks beneath his fur. 

“For you, I would do anything,” he said at last.

His muzzle descended down the slope of Cobb’s throat, finding the empty chalice of his collarbone. There, he filled that shining oasis, letting his kisses overflow that holy cup to spill down the swaying chest. The scent of the sea mingled on the seal’s fur, along with the scents of fish and the pungent, alluring aroma of his natural musk. The spice of Cobb’s scent filled Gerry’s nostrils as he planted his lips between the seal’s breasts. The warm sweetness of fresh milk played on his lips, setting the fox to quest for the rigid nipple of ebony flesh which glistened with a sugary glaze of sweat and the salty crust of the seawater. That hardened bud begged for him to pluck and to twist, the first bead of milk glimmering atop it like a white jewel. How he longed to take that precious bud between his teeth, to grind and suckle, drinking deep of the rich essence of the seal. His lips closed around Cobb’s tit, his fingers kneading the swollen flesh as his tongue swirled around the bumpy areola. Cobb trembled in his arms, his webbed fingers clutching desperately at Gerry’s broad chest as if to do so would be enough to save him from being swept away on that dark and turbulent sea. 

“O-Oh,” moaned Cobb. 

His hand fell from Gerry’s chest, slowly gliding along the ripples of the fox’s stomach. Such muscles made the seal giddy, his head swimming with the aching need to feel those iron hard abdominals clenching as Gerry pumped his virile seed deep. His flower bloomed between his cheeks, gushing with the honey sweet nectar which filled the tiny shack with the aroma of his lust. His slick juices spilled down his ass to leak upon the woven mat, leaving behind the dark, spreading stain to mark his growing desires. Gerry was not unaware of the seal’s mounting need. His nostrils greedily drank in the warm scent of Cobb’s spilling honey, the fox’s manhood growing painfully erect. His tongue lapped the fresh bead of milk from Cobb’s nipple, teasing and flicking at the hard nub until the rich essence would flow. Milk sprayed into his mouth, his cheeks puffing almost comically as he drank of his love. His tongue pressed against his palate, savoring the heady brew as if it were a fine wine, letting it flow down his throat to pool in his belly. His cheeks were on fire, his entire body coming alive as he gulped the rich milk of the seal. 

“Oh, my love,” gasped Cobb. “Your greed is insatiable.”

Gerry’s bushy tail, sopping wet, wagged behind him as he tore his lips from Cobb’s leaking breast. He watched the thin ribbon of white trickle down the seal’s chest, curving along the swell of Cobb’s pregnant belly to puddle onto the mat. His tongue slithered from between his lips, Gerry following that winding trail to mount the rising hump of Cobb’s belly. The seal’s unborn fluttered within his bloated womb, pressing up against the lips of the fox in a flurry of furious kicks which only served to stir the desires of Gerry. He gripped the seal’s belly, working into the swollen flesh with his thumbs as his lips closed around the distended mound that was Cobb’s navel. The seal felt his eyes close, his mouth opening to let out a strangled groan which reverberated up from his tender belly. 

“Ungh, Gerry,” Cobb moaned in a rasping, breathless sigh. One arm was flung over his eyes, the seal groping blindly for the soft, damp fur of his lover’s chest. “Ungh, my love.”

Removing his arm, he opened his eyes to see that Gerry was sitting up. Cobb’s grey legs were opened, Gerry nestled between them. Over the swell of his gravid belly, he watched as the fox placed both hands on his knees. Cobb’s webbed hand reached for his love, tracing the rippling stomach to tangle lazily into the jungle of Gerry’s pubic fur. The fox only moaned softly, his eyes growing heavy, but not fully closing. 

“My husband,” said Cobb. His fingers closed around Gerry’s cock. “You have given us quite the bounty.”

He stroked the crimson lance, his fingers sliding up the glistening shaft, sticky and shiny with Gerry’s glimmering precum. His thumb came to press the spongy tip, to circle the fleshy point which wept its bitter tears. Down, he slid, his hand coming to the muscular, swollen knot. Gently, he would squeeze, rising, meeting the tip to circle the gaping urethra. 

“Oh, my wife,” sighed Gerry. “I strive so hard for you.”

“I know,” said Cobb. “Husband, lay yourself down on the mat.”

Gerry did as he was asked, laying on his back, the woven strands of brown seagrass itching his flesh as Cobb rolled onto his hip. The seal’s fingers still played up and down Gerry’s throbbing cock, while his ripe, glistening mouth would soon spread across Gerry’s pectoral. The fox groaned as the warm tongue slithered around his nipple, flicking at the erect nub of pink flesh. Cobb let his tongue slide across Gerry’s powerful stomach, circling the well of his navel to descend into the white scruff of his pubic fur. The scent of the fox’s musky odor was overpowering, driving the seal into a hot frenzy of craven lust. His nostrils flared, drinking in the aroma, letting it fill his lungs. His chest ached, his leaking nipples tingling to be plucked as they dribbled their warm essence. Cobb’s tongue sought the red lance, caressing the veined flesh, tasting of the bitter tang of Gerry’s precum. The fox’s great body trembled, every muscle going taut as Gerry moaned his elation. 

“This time, I’m finally going to get what I want,” the seal whispered. 

“You could have just asked from the first,” Gerry replied through clenched fangs. “Ugh… Instead of wrapping your lips around my penis.”

Cobb took that throbbing rod into his hand, his fingertips gliding along the crimson flesh, tracing the bulging veins which pumped their hot blood into that engorged member. The seal’s lips met the ruby shaft, kissing the plump underside of Gerry’s manhood to make the fox shudder in ecstatic glee. 

“Come now,” Cobb said. “Where’s the fun in all that?”

His black lips traveled up Gerry’s cock, meeting the leaking tip to plant themselves upon that weeping fountain. The shimmering tears of the fox’s sticky precum flowed across his lips, painting them with the glistening bitter glaze that the seal would lick with greedy relish. His gravid belly swelled upon the mat as the seal leaned himself forward, pushing up with his legs to thrust his fat rump into the air before his love. Gerry’s eyes watched the way those wobbling globes, kissed by the orange gleam of the flickering oil lamp, swayed with a hypnotic grace. Gently, as the wind sighs through the fronds of the palm tree, Cobb’s rump undulated with an almost liquid movement. His palms itched, desiring only to claim those bounteous orbs for his own. His manhood thrilled, eager to plunge deep, yet he could not bring himself to move from the mat. 

The cunning seal, he had claimed the fox so utterly. His crafty tongue slithered from between, sticky, shiny lips to curl around Gerry’s tip. Swirling, lapping, he circled the red, spongy head of the fox’s weeping penis, slurping at the wellspring of those bitter tears which would not cease in their flow. Gerry trembled, groaning as his balls roared for release. Fattened with fresh seed, those pendulous globes sat nestled like two furry eggs between his thighs. Cobb’s fingers slid from Gerry’s pelvis, finding the muscles of his inner thigh. The seal’s heart leapt into his throat as he traced the powerful, iron hard thews of the fox, his own heart beginning to beat with a frenzied pulse which pounded in his ears. Such strength in those legs, he thought, all the more wonderful when Gerry would pump himself into Cobb’s bloated womb. His claws rasped in the white, creamy fur of Gerry’s inner thigh, seeking the fat orb of his testicle. The seal would claim his bounty, cupping the plump balls, squeezing ever so gently as he glided down Gerry’s cock. His black lips grazed the tender, crimson flesh, an angel’s airy kiss to ignite the fires in the fox’s heaving belly. 

Gerry threw his head back, moaning, weeping, tears soaking into the fur of his cheeks. The blissful agonies of the seal were the sweetest of tortures. His fingers dug into the mat, clawing desperately as the soft lips traveled back up his cock to wrap themselves around his tip. He dared to open his eyes, looking into the gorgon stare of those yellow-orange jewels which burned so brightly from the steel grey face. The seal's shoulders and rump were speckled by the familiar black spots, framing that heavenly face as Cobb descended. Not breaking his sight from Gerry, he slid down the fox’s shaft, his lips closing as his button nose plunged into the fragrant tangle of the fox’s pubic fur. Kissing the muscled knot, his tongue swirled around the salty, bitter flesh of that throbbing organ which pulsed so deliciously in his mouth. Hot, powerful, the fox’s cock was like a molten bar of raw iron on his tongue. Dare he to scorch his fragile flesh upon that glowing rod?

The soft heat of Cobb’s mouth had descended, enveloping Gerry’s manhood, swallowing his very member in one frightful, wonderful gulp. The rough, nimble tongue slid around his flesh, stirring his rod to burst with its bitter spray to pour down the seal’s throat as Gerry began to buck his hips. Unable to stop himself, the fox thrust, pushing against the seal’s mouth, his tip plummeting down Cobb’s gullet. The seal pulled back, his lips loosening as he reached his tip, only to plunge once more. With each rise and fall, he would quicken his pace, growing faster, suckling harder, stirring the fox’s churning balls to coax them into releasing their virile essence. Sweat dampened Gerry’s already wet fur, the fox grasping the head of the seal, whimpering as Cobb slid down his cock once more. Faster, harder, Gerry’s hands would guide him, the fox unable to hold back the need to release himself. His balls were erupting, demanding that they give vent to the thick, hot seed which was boiling up within him. 

“C-Cobb,” he moaned. “I can’t hold on. Oh, please, you have to stop.”

But the seal ignored the pleas of the fox, instead, he slid down all the way, his lips pressing to the muscled knot, his eyes daring Gerry to at last give his virile essence. His tongue wrapped around the fox’s manhood, his lips closing, sucking hard, slurping the crimson flesh as his fingers slipped beneath Gerry’s balls to caress the plump perineum. Gerry gave a gasp, his back arching, his rump leaving the mat. Cobb dove under his ass, his webbed fingers stabbing between the firm, hard cheeks. 

“No,” gasped Gerry. “No, Cobb. You wouldn’t.”

Cobb slid a finger into Gerry’s quivering ring, pushing deep, curling so as to caress the sensitive prostate. Gently, he circled, pressing, rubbing, stirring the fox into a frothing boil from which he could not hold back any longer. 

“O-Oh,” Gerry groaned. 

His cock shivered within the seal’s mouth, spurting a stream of shimmering precum which soon exploded into a fountain of white, thick seed. Gerry’s balls roared, erupting to let forth their manly steam to flood the mouth of the seal. Cobb’s tongue was lit ablaze with the hot, sticky essence of Gerry’s semen and he gulped the strings of ropy seed as they pumped furiously. His cheeks began to bulge, his throat swelling like that of a frog as he swallowed the fox’s manly essence, letting it fill his belly to slosh so warm and heavy. His eyes drooped, his belly swelling beneath him, growing ripe with fresh expansion so that he appeared to be pregnant to full term and still growing. His stomach ached, ready to explode, yet he could not stop drinking, swallowing the love which flowed from his mate. 

“A-Ah, Cobb,” Gerry sobbed. “Oh… Oh, please.”

The fox’s belly clenched painfully, his cock refusing to cease in its quaking flow. Semen spurted from Cobb’s lips, trickling in slimy strands down his chin as the seal’s belly lurched. Overfilled, he could not bring himself to swallow anymore and he pulled back. Gerry’s cock splattered its warm seed across his face in a final spray of white, the thick sludge running down his nose, his lips, painting his chin and cheeks snowy white. He shoved himself up onto his knees, his fingers reaching for his face. He ran a finger down his cheek, gazing at the shimmering, pearly slime which coated his claw, then, he thrust his finger into his mouth, sucking the digit clean as he looked into the eyes of his love. First one, then the next, Cobb would suck the loose semen from each finger, his gaze never wandering from the wide eyes of Gerry. The fox looked on in wonderment, his heart pounding against his ribs. His cock twitched, refusing to grow soft, instead throbbing with a renewed vigor as he watched the seal licking his seed from those slender fingers. 

“I love it when a date brings me dinner,” Cobb sighed. “My husband, such a provider.” His pink tongue would emerge like a fat worm, sliding across his sticky lips. He placed a hand on his swollen belly, the grey smoothness glimmering in the lamp light as his fingers ran down the bloated curve of his stomach. “Oh, I’m so very full, husband. Do you wish to feel?”

With a small grunt, his gravid body straining, Cobb would lean forward, falling to his hands and knees. His swaying rump wobbled behind him, his pregnant belly grazing the mat as he crept between Gerry’s legs. Slowly, his hands would mount the rippling stomach, clawing their way up Gerry’s belly. Spreading his hands across the fox’s chest, Cobb would drag his bloated body onto Gerry. The swollen belly sagged atop the fox’s stomach, weighing him down with the oppressive girth of Cobb’s gravid womb. The flurry of tiny feet pummeled his stomach, the seal’s unborn lashing out in protest as Cobb fell on top of the fox. Gerry found himself pinned, unable to escape from Cobb’s clutches. His black hands seized the seal’s slender biceps as Cobb straddled him, pushing up with his knees so that his sticky face would descend towards Gerry’s mouth. 

His black lips, stained now with the glistening white of Gerry’s seed, parted, the tender flesh just touching the fox’s quivering mouth. “My love,” he said. His breath billowed hot with a barely restrained lust, carrying with it the scent of raw musk, the tang of Gerry’s expended semen and the curiously sweet floral aroma. “Do you enjoy this?”
Gerry’s ears swiveled, suddenly taken aback by such a question. “I’m sorry?”

“Don’t be sorry, dearest,” whispered Cobb. “Tell me, do you enjoy this? How I look. Do you love to see me with your manly essence all over my face?”

Gerry had to admit that he did. He loved quite much, in fact. Seeing his white semen splattered all over Cobb’s face gave the fox a thrill that boiled in his belly. 

“You’re so very wicked, my husband,” said Cobb. His hand reached back, curling around the fox’s cock. “Mmm, so very wicked and so very wonderful.” 

He stroked, making Gerry moan softly. 

“So you like that? Oh, I know you do. But, my love, do you not wish to share in the bounty you have given me?”

“Share?” Gerry stammered. Then, with a groan of, “Oh…” his lips parted, his mouth opening.

Cobb’s jaws would open, his sticky tongue sliding free, slathered in the fox’s seed. He descended, his mouth slowly coming to meet Gerry’s lips in a sloppy kiss as his tongue slid between the fox’s jaws. Gerry’s lips closed around Cobb’s tongue, sucking him into his mouth as their lips met. The sticky, bitter tang of his own seed played on his tongue as he tangled around Cobb’s questing member. Their saliva popped against their lips, bubbling with the white strands of semen as they gasped their desperate breaths. The taste of his own essence, mingling with the flesh of the seal would ignite a nova in Gerry’s brain. His powerful fingers wound themselves tight around Cobb’s slim arms, clinging to the seal lest the pair should find themselves cast adrift on that sea of dark and carnal jubilation. Gerry’s hands slid up Cobb’s arms, coming to the dappled shoulders, reaching across the narrow back which arched itself as the seal pulled back, allowing Gerry’s hands to slide down his back to at last cup the fat, wobbling globes of his jiggling rump. 

“Oh, Gerry,” Cobb whispered in a voice that was little more than a sigh. 

He sat back, letting his ample cheeks fill the fox’s palms. His face still glistened sticky with Gerry’s seed, now glowing with a livid gleam from the flickering lamp. His black hair clung to his damp fur, the sounds of the ocean murmuring just beyond the darkened mouth of the open doorway behind them. He was beautiful and belonged to him, Gerry realized. His fingers began to close, squeezing the copious flesh which spilled between his claws as he gripped those fat cheeks. Cobb’s mouth closed into a tight O, his soft chest rising as he gulped the warm night air, falling in a breathy exhale of joyous satisfaction. 

“Oh my,” he said, placing a hand on his breast. “How thoughtless of me.” He lifted his shapely leg, rolling from Gerry to lay on his hip. “My poor, brave husband.” He placed a hand on Gerry’s cheek. “You spent such time at sea, working so very hard and here, your wife, has not even taken the time to make you dinner.”

Cobb turned, his fat rump now facing the fox. His webbed hand slid along the round curve of his wide hip, made so wondrously full by this maternal padding, dipping down to caress the dimpled flesh of his cheek. With a grin, he then pulled back his rump, revealing to Gerry the sweetly gushing treasure which the seal had for so long kept hidden. The tight button of his anus was a puffy, puckering ring, growing slack and ready with the warm trickle of his pungent nectar. Gerry’s throat grew tight just gazing at such a sight. His tongue felt bloated, swollen to twice its size in his mouth, the fox unable to speak as Cobb only giggled. 

“See something you like, my love? He craned his neck over his shoulder. “I made this especially for you. I do hope you enjoy it. Now, my brave and loving husband, please, dig in. Do not be shy.”

Those dimpled fruits, speckled with the ebon spots, glistening ripe in the lamp light. Such a sight was overwhelming to Gerry. His heart pounded in his chest, his palms itching to once more lay their trembling fingers upon such a bounty. His tongue managed to squirm from between his jaws, licking his lips, tasting of the seal. His nostrils flared, puffing rapidly as he inhaled the fragrance of Cobb’s natural scent which drifted from the damp, pungent folds of his wobbling ass. The fox crawled on numbed hands, his fingers clinging to the woven mat. His claws reached out, seizing the seal, clasping tight, digging deep into jiggling flesh. There would be no escape for the giggling creature and none would be asked for. 

“Mmm, do you like your dinner?” Cobb asked. 

“Actually,” said Gerry. His broad chest heaved. “I was in the mood for a thick slice of seal meat.”

His fangs came to meet the supple, spotted flesh, biting down sharply to make Cobb squeal in tortuous delight. Pain, bright and sharp, burst like a nova in his brain, flooding him with the warm, sensual pleasures of Gerry’s wet tongue as it slithered around his dimpled flesh. The fox squeezed tighter, pulling back now to leave the angry, red weals of his love, perfect indentations of his fangs to mark the seal as his own. His snout then quested, leading his slavering tongue to draw a slick line of saliva across the wobbling expanse. Cobb’s ripe ass rose like two great, cleaving mounds, those mountains fissured by the deep, dark cleft between his cheeks. There, the fox loomed over the abyss, his nose taking in the pungent aroma of sweat, the spice of the seal’s musk. Such a heady scent would make his very head swim. He grasped Cobb’s hips, lest he find himself tumbling and then with a soughing breath, he plunged down into that dark ravine. 

The heat of the seal’s body, the damp aroma of his  scent, such would vie in Gerry’s brain, making him swoon as he drank in the fragrance of the seal. His tongue slid from his fangs, coming to place itself upon the weakening button of Cobb’s anus, slithering slowly, luxuriously around that puffy ring. The rich taste of Cobb’s sweat was like nothing the fox had ever experienced. His manhood wept in fury, desiring to explode, bursting its virile seed, but Gerry would not allow it, not yet. Cobb whimpered in the fox’s powerful arms, his hand flying to his rumbling belly, fingers spreading over his grey stomach to soothe the frenzy of his bloated womb. His breath came out in ragged pants, blasting from his lungs when Gerry’s tongue met his fragile blossom. 

“O-Oh,” moaned Cobb. “Oh, Gerry.”

He dared to look over his shoulder, seeing the bobbing of the black, pointed ears as the fox would have his feast. Cobb’s hand came to his lips, his fangs nibbling at his claws as he wondered if Gerry would be something more than a mere night’s fling. The fox took hold of Cobb’s legs, burying his muzzle between those fat cheeks. He had tasted of the warm tang of Cobb’s lust and now, his belly hungered for the true feast. His tongue stabbed hard, sliding deep, plunging down the wet, quivering rectum to strike the trembling prostate. Stars would explode in Cobb’s eyes, the seal grasping desperately at the mat, his mouth opening wide to howl his jubilation to the silver moon above. Outside, the roaring of the surf had died away, the unceasing ocean growing quiet by the shrieking elation which was uttered from the mouth of a single creature. The walls of the shack fairly shook as Cobb screamed, tears running down his cheeks. Meanwhile, Gerry was curling his tongue back, sliding up the closing rectum. He circled Cobb’s anus, lapping the sweet honey which poured itself from the seal’s leaking rump, gorging himself on the nectar of Cobb’s love. 

A shimmering wine which poured down his throat, trickling between his lips to coat his shining muzzle with the fragrant dew. Gerry opened his slick mouth wide, gasping for breath, only to dive down once more. He had to plunge deeper, to strike the very core of the whimpering seal in his arms. 

“Gerry,” cried Cobb. “Gerry, please. I-I just can’t take it anymore.”

But the plaintive wails of the seal would go unanswered. Gerry’s clever tongue swirled, rubbing at Cobb’s gland, pressing harder, stirring the passions which burned in the seal’s belly like an inferno. Cobb grasped his swollen belly, burying his face into the mat, seeking succor where he could find none. His thighs quivered, burning as he nearly collapsed under the cruelly wonderful ministrations of the fox. As quickly as the nova had burst, there came the sudden release. His slender manhood erupted, spurting its shimmering precum across the woven reeds, making the mat sticky and shiny beneath him. 

“O-Oh…” came that deep, soul-shattering groan. 

His cock shivered, releasing another shimmering pump, his balls closing to his wide pelvis as Gerry’s tongue slid up the quivering prostate. Red-faced and sobbing, Cobb pounded the wooden floor with a slender fist. His body was alive with the agonies of exquisite pleasure. Each breath was torture, a scream which burst from his raw throat as he shrieked his joy to the heavens. 

“Oh, Gerry,” he sobbed. “Please, I can’t go on. My love, you must finish this.”

Gerry’s tongue slid back, bringing the joyous torture to an end. The fox tore his lips from Cobb’s ass, wiping the slick juices from his chin. Cobb slumped onto the mat, his arm around his gravid belly, his stomach swelling, rising with each labored breath. His body glimmered with a sheen of cold sweat, his black hair plastered to his crimson face. Gerry knelt over his love, one hand falling to Cobb’s round belly. His fingers circled the maternal hump, feeling the stirrings of new life within. His other hand came to Cobb’s hip, gently turning him so that he now lay with his legs bent and his ass thrust to the ceiling. The seal’s webbed fingers clung to the woven mat, his face pressed to the rough, brown reeds. Gerry’s claws slid between his cheeks, parting his ass wide to reveal the gaping flower, slack and wet, ready for Gerry’s throbbing member to plunge deep. 

Gerry sat up on his knees, his crimson lance coming to touch that quivering ring. “Are you ready?” he would ask. 

“I was ready long ago,” replied Cobb. And the seal realized that he meant it. He was ready since his lips first wrapped around that quivering, scarlet rod as it dangled in the bay. “My love, please, do not be gentle.”