The moonlight shone its silver luminance upon the white sands, making the beach glow in ethereal radiance. The black sea shimmered, sparkling with the reflected gleam of a thousand stars, a thousand points of twinkling light like diamonds stretched upon a bed of black velvet. From the tiny shack spilled a dull orange glow, flickering as the oil lamp sputtered beside them. The warm breeze wafted from the doorway, carrying the scents of salt and the fragrant aroma of the trees which waved about the bay. The distant crashing of the surf was nothing compared to the rushing of the hot blood which roared in Gerry’s ears. He knelt there, his hands on Cobb’s quivering, yielding body, the seal all but flinging himself upon the fox, and yet, he was transfixed. Unable to move, unable to continue, he knelt there with his shivering member pressing the warm, slack ring of Cobb’s anus. “Gerry?” Cobb’s musical voice drifted into his ear. “Are you still there?” Slowly, the fox’s senses were returning. He licked his lips, finding them to taste of the sweet tang of Cobb’s nectar, the pungent scent stirring his loins once more. He turned his gaze to the dappled buttocks, seeing the cheeks spread, ready for him. The seal’s moans had stirred something within him and for an instant, had it been only an instant, he could not say, the fox had been struck dumb. But now, Gerry would not allow himself to be so thwarted in his quest. His hips were bucking, his tip pressing into the shivering anus, the seal’s belly aching with the first delicious pains as his flesh was stretched by the hot, throbbing rod. “Oh, yes,” Cobb groaned. “Mmm, don’t be gentle, my love. I so crave your cruel touch.” Was this all still part of the game, Gerry wondered? His claws gripped Cobb’s hips, his pelvis giving a sudden lurch to drive himself deep. His tip speared the quivering gland, raising a shriek from the seal as he bucked his hips, lifting Cobb from the mat, dropping him back down as he pulled back. The seal’s quivering muscles closed hard, ensnaring the retreating fox, preventing his escape. Gerry grunted, pushing once more, his member being drawn into an alien world of wet, hot sensation. The seal’s rectum took him into its quivering grip, stroking him as if by a thousand hands, each a delicate caress upon his ruby flesh. The gentle pulsations of Cobb’s body drew him deeper, bringing ever closer to the wondrous core of the shrieking creature. Gerry thrust, pressing to Cobb’s prostate, rubbing the swollen gland as he brought his hand to Cobb’s gravid belly. His fingers swam along the rippling surface, feeling the undulations of the seal’s unborn as he pushed. His hips swirled, his cock sliding back, pulling away from the trembling core of the squealing seal. The muscles of Cobb’s grey back stood in sharp relief, his spine arching as he fought to push his wobbling ass into Gerry’s pelvis. The fox gave a groan, grasping the seal’s hips as his manhood was sucked deep. The plump cheeks were as two pillows against his lower belly, his knot crashing into the seal’s ring like the hilt of a sword being thrust into its sheath. Gerry closed his eyes, slamming into the seal, driving Cobb into the mat. The seal’s fat rump wobbled against him, buoying him from the floor as he sought to drive himself deeper, pulling back, never stopping as he stoked the fires within Cobb. The seal’s legs parted wider, his hips creaking in protest as he sought to make himself open to the fox. He needed him, this orange vulpine, this flame in the everlasting gloom of night. “Gerry,” he moaned. “Oh, Gerry, harder.” Gerry’s hands hooked around Cobb’s shoulders, the fox’s pace growing faster. Harder, he crashed himself upon the rocks of Cobb’s love, like the sailor who found himself drawn in by the siren’s sweet song. He cried out, his wails of desire overpowering. “Cobb, please sing to me, my siren. I-I so crave to hear your song once more.” “My husband,” moaned Cobb. “Brave and so foolish. Come home from the sea and yet you still crave the dark, salty abyss. Do you so wish to hear the siren’s luring song?” Gerry slammed his cock deep, his muscular knot quivering against the shivering ring of Cobb’s battered anus. The seal threw back his head, his song a single, shrieking note which rose into the black sky to reverberate among the stars. Gerry pulled back, circled, pushing deeper, never slowing as he sought to drive the seal into a frenzy of passion. His chest fell upon Cobb’s back, pressing the seal down, pinning him to the floor with his weight. Cobb’s belly ballooned out from his sides, his unborn lashing out in a ferocious fluttering which pummeled his kidneys. The seal gripped the mat, his fangs clenched as Gerry drove his rod hard, pulling back, slamming once more. “Ah… A-Ah… Gerry,” Cobb cried. “Ah, Gerry, you’re hurting me.” The fox suddenly stopped, hooking his arm under Cobb’s thigh, another around the seal’s armpit. Gently, he turned, letting the seal rest on his wide, soft hip. His belly spilled out across the mat, a vast orb of steel grey. “Is that better?” asked Gerry. Cobb swallowed back the sob which was rising in his throat, turning his smeared face to look up into the eyes of the fox. “Yes, I--thank you, Gerry.” “I only wanted you to be more comfortable,” the fox replied. Cobb’s hand came to rest upon the vulpine’s cheek, his yellow-orange eyes glistened as he fought to hold back the tears. His lower lip trembled, but he managed to say, “But you didn’t have to, you know.” Gerry’s lips were growing closer, the fox’s eyes shimmering with a soft light that seemed to steal the strength from Cobb’s trembling body. “Of course I had to,” said the fox. “Cobb, I lo--” Gerry’s ears swiveled up as he heard the gasp from the seal’s mouth. Cobb’s eyes were wide as saucers, glowing as two bright coals as they reflected the lamp light. He had almost said it, but could he bring himself to admit what he was feeling? Gerry’s arms shook, grasping the gravid seal to his chest. His crimson lance so proudly beat upon the gates of the seal’s bloated womb, the battlements weakening with each manly thrust. “Cobb, I love you,” he said. The words were upon his tongue, there was no taking them back. “I love you.” There was no holding back the tears which streamed so freely down the cheeks of Cobb. The seal’s shoulders shook so fiercely that the poor creature appeared to be stricken with ague. His great, swollen belly, stretched tight with gravidity, wobbled before him and Cobb placed an arm around his distended middle, hugging his stomach as he clutched at Gerry’s creamy chest fur. “Gerry,” he sobbed. “Oh, Gerry, do not say something which you cannot possibly mean. Such words are not to be taken in jest.” The fox’s strong, hard fingers came to the webbed hand which laid itself on his cheek, taking the seal’s hand in his, his fingers closing around the delicate webbed digits. “I could never, Cobb,” he said. “I love you. Your ebullient laughter, your sweet charm. I could never part from you, I know it now.” He brought his face to the seal’s shoulder, kissing the sleek grey fur. “You’re like a pearl, dug up from the depths of the sea. A treasure for which I would brave the fiercest black waves.” “My brave husband,” wept Cobb. “No,” the seal shook his head, “just Gerry. Gerry, my love. If truly you love me, then at last bring me to that final, sweet climax that I have so long yearned for. And Gerry, you don’t have to be so gentle.” His fingers gently slid along the fox’s jaw, tracing the angular curve of Gerry’s scruffy chin to slip from his face entirely. Those slender fingers, their webbing a delicate pink, spread themselves upon the woven mat as Gerry took the seal’s sleek thigh into his and began to rock. His powerful hips thrust deep, crashing the feeble gates of Cobb’s womb, storming so bravely into that turbulent storm of shrieking sensation. Faster, he rocked, harder, Gerry’s pace quickening, his hips bucking so that his crimson knot would meet the puffy ring of Cobb, their flesh slapping like raw meat to make that tiny shack quake with the raucous din of their love. “Oh, Gerry,” wept Cobb. The seal clung to the rough, woven reeds, his claws scraping at the brown fibers. “Oh, yes.” Gerry grunted, pushing deeper, pulling back, circling to slip into the quivering rectum of his love. His cock shivered, spurting the first strands of white seed, hot as molten wax, to paint the walls of Cobb’s wombs. The seal’s tongue clove to the roof of his mouth as he felt the sensual heat invading his lower belly. Gerry’s hand slid down the seal’s thigh, fingertips grazing the soft, quivering flesh, his hand seeking the roundness of Cobb’s swollen belly. His arm around the seal’s stomach, he rolled them so that Cobb now knelt upon his knees, his belly supported by Gerry. The fox pumped, pressing deeper, refusing to pull back as he caressed Cobb’s prostate. The puny manhood of the seal erupted its shimmering essence onto the mat, splattering the woven reeds as Cobb let out his howling song, the primal symphony of life which Gerry would meet with a chorus that echoed across the very stars. “Cobb,” Gerry cried. “Oh, I-I can’t hold on…” His bulging lance at last could hold back no more, his engorged balls so heavy and full, churning with the fresh seed which yearned to flow. Throwing back his orange head, the fox erupted, hot, virile seed flooded the greedy womb of the seal, flowing freely in a bubbling cascade which Cobb was only too ready to lap up. Gerry’s tongue lolled from his jaws, his hips continuing to move, to pump another ropy strand deep. Cobb’s belly roiled, growing hot, swelling ripe with fresh expansion as his overfilled womb did stretch with painful jubilation. He craved so much more, he hungered for each virile drip. The seal’s hand came to his swelling stomach, the flesh stretching tight, growing to the size of one at full term and then more. His hand found the claws of the fox and he gripped the vulpine as Gerry gave of himself once more. So full had Cobb become, that such a blast did spurt from the bruised flower of the seal, thick strands of white running down his inner thigh to make sticky the sleek, grey fur. Gerry gasped for air, drinking in the warm salty breeze as he pulled back, his manhood sagging limp between his legs. His crimson lance was stained with the markings of battle, shimmering in the gleam of the oil lamp as he collapsed to the mat, his fur damp with sweat. Beside him, Cobb hugged his bloated belly, moaning softly, his lips spread into a broad smile of such utter bliss as he struggled to roll over so that he may place his hand on his lover’s chest. His fingers rasped in the dense scruff of Gerry’s fur, delighting in the soft warmth which dwelt there. His lips came to the fox’s mouth, kissing the vulpine with a small, tender peck. “Mmm, so magnificent,” Cobb whispered. Gerry slung his arm around the seal, drawing him close, in spite of the swollen expanse of Cobb’s belly. His other arm, he tucked beneath the seal’s head, propping Cobb’s weary face up so that he gazed into those yellow-orange orbs. “It was,” he said. “It truly was.” His hand slid along the seal’s ribs, cresting the rise of a round hip. Cobb brought his leg up, hooking his knee over Gerry’s hip so that the fox’s hand would grasp his jiggling thigh. Gerry’s gaze wandered the grey expanse, taking in the beauty of his conquest. The glimmer of shells caught his eye, the bangle which was clasped around Cobb’s ankle. “Oh,” said Cobb, seeing what had caught Gerry’s attention. “My brave husband, of course, I almost forgot.” Twisting his shoulders, he reached up to the shelf from which the seal displayed his treasures, taking from it something Gerry could not make out. “Now, hold out your wrist, love.” Gerry did as the seal had asked, holding out his arm. Cobb slid the object around the black wrist, a bracelet studded with shark teeth. “Are these from a shark?” asked Gerry. “Yes,” replied the seal. Gerry examined the jagged triangular teeth around his wrist. “How did you manage to get so many?” “It was not easy,” laughed Cobb. “For me, or the shark.” His black hand closed around the bracelet. “But why give it to me?” “A gift for my brave fisherman,” he laid his hand on Gerry’s cheek. “So that he may have luck on his voyages and alway’s return to me.” He paused, his throat suddenly constricting. “You will return to me, won’t you?” Gerry found himself at loss for words. “Cobb I--” “Your vacation, I know,” sighed the seal. “It will end and you will have to return from whence you came.” But did he have to go alone, Gerry wondered? He thought of his little house, the crisp linens of his bed, tucked and folded so neatly. His mind raced, imaging now that a certain seal sprawled across that very bed, his laughter an infectious din which brought its own light to the cheerless room. “Cobb, listen I--” But the seal would silence him. “No, not tonight,” he said. “Let’s have this moment. Let tomorrow bring its worries. Until then, my love…” His lips met the fox’s mouth in a soul crushing kiss which stirred the vulpine’s heart, and his loins, into a sudden frenzy. “Does my love crave a second tumble?” Cobb slid onto Gerry’s belly, his bloated, gravid orb resting so heavily on the fox’s stomach. Both hands spread across the white chest, his flabby, leaking rump wobbling atop Gerry’s pelvis. “Ugh, Cobb, I don’t think I have a second one in me,” moaned Gerry. The woven reeds were scratchy against his back as he winced. “You took a lot out of me on that last one.” The seal only laughed, reaching behind him to curl his fingers around the fox’s limp cock. The bruised flesh, left raw by their furious lovemaking had become so tender that Gerry nearly released as those nimble fingers stroked his hardening manhood. “Did I?” Cobb giggled with a wick gleam in his eyes. “Then why, my love, do I feel you growing so hard?” “You are a wicked creature,” the fox laughed. “Insatiable.” “Mmm, my love is such a good provider, that I simply cannot get enough,” said Cobb. He reached for the fox’s damp face, his fingers lightly touching the closing eyelids. “Now, relax and let me do all the work.” Cobb pushed himself back, his hands grasping his speckled cheeks to pry open the flabby rump. White seed tricked from his battered ring as he sat back, impaling himself upon Gerry’s throbbing lance with a wet squelch. Spent semen spurted from his ass to mat the fur of the fox’s pubic area, trickling down the tufted scrotum as Cobb took in the crimson rod. His hips rocked, rising, falling, stirring the fox to groan beneath him. Gerry’s hands came to rest on the round belly, fingertips gliding over the curve of the swollen flesh. So round, so full, the seal’s maternal hump was enthralling. His fingers traced the swell of Cobb’s belly, circling the distended navel. The fluttering of the seal’s unborn kicked against his palms, their furious pattering stirring the fox to buck his hips up into Cobb’s rump. “Do you like my belly?” he heard the seal ask. “I… I do,” he said. “I do like it.” Cobb lowered himself on Gerry’s rod, his ring closing hard around the crimson flesh, his muscles quaking, stroking that shivering spear. His crusted lips hovered so deliciously close to Gerry’s mouth, his belly pressing into the fox’s stomach. “You didn’t before. What changed your mind?” He wanted to say that he imagined that belly so heavy and swollen with his own squirming offspring, the seal lying upon their bed, his belly a vast hump, a monument to their love. Instead, Gerry could only muster the wods, “I think it suits you, is all.” “Does it?” Cobb whispered. “Perhaps, you wish that I looked like this all the time?” His buttocks wobbled, clapping softly as he rose, fell, closing himself around the groaning fox. So worked up by their previous love, Gerry was not able to hold back the churning in his balls. He gripped Cobb’s arms, his feet planting themselves on the floor. With all of his ebbing strength, he rolled them over so that the seal lay on his back, his thighs wrapped snugly around the fox’s hips. “Oh, so you wish to lead?” Cobb giggled. Gerry bucked furiously, driving his cock like a red-hot piston, pumping frantically to bring the seal into a screeching boil. Cobb’s arms were around his shoulders, the claws digging into his flesh, tearing his skin open to soak his orange fur in crimson. The iron tang of his blood was in the air which would only spur the passions of the mad fox. His cock shuddered, so raw and sensitive that he could not possibly hold back. His hot seed flowed, flooding the hungry womb of the seal. “Yes, Gerry,” wept Cobb. “Please, more! I want your sperm inside me.” Gerry would give him more, give him everything that the panting fox could possess. “Yes, my love. Yes! Yes!” Gerry’s cock shivered, spurting its last feeble drops, finally growing soft as the fox pulled his tormented member free. He lay on the mat, feeling the rough woven reeds beneath him, the warm air of the ocean breeze, the gentle roar of the waves crashing on the shore. Cobb lay beside him, nestling into his broad chest. “I wish that was not already pregnant,” Cobb whispered. His hand lay on his belly. Gerry reached for the grey orb, his fingers caressing the swollen flesh. “Why is that?” “Because,” Cobb’s hand came to grasp Gerry’s fingers, “if I was not, then I could have your baby instead.” The fox’s heart leapt into his throat, his head spun. Was Cobb serious? He had to know. Swallowing the lump in his throat, Gerry replied, “Perhaps, next one?” The look in the seal’s eyes said it all. Such a face, Gerry would remember for all of his days. “Do not jest like that, Gerry,” said Cobb. “You… You have to mean it. Do you really mean it?” Cobb gripped the fox’s hand so tightly that the black fingers nearly turned white. The yellow-orange eyes glimmered bright, wide and expectant. The lower lip of the seal quivered as if he were to break into a sob at any moment. Gerry took his face into his black hands, bringing Cobb closer. “Cobb, come away with me,” he said. “I want you to join me. We can have a home together, the two of us and,” he patted the seal’s belly, “whatever else may come.” Cobb’s shoulders began to shake, his body racked by the paroxysm of his quaking sobs. Tears streamed down his cheeks, his eyes glistening as he wept in Gerry’s arms. Gerry wrapped his arms around the weeping seal, letting Cobb bury his hot face into the fox’s neck. Cobb clung to the scruff of Gerry’s fur, unable to let go lest he find it was all in jest, a cruel prank by the capricious gods, but no, that warm, orange fur which smelled of the sea, of sweat and of semen, was real. Gerry was real and he now would forever belong to him. The seal’s blubbering cries grew fainter, drifting into the gentle murmur of the sea as the pair fell into a well deserved slumber. [center]***[/center] The morning sun would stir the fox from his slumbers, rousing the vulpine with the warm, white fingers which crept in from the open doorway. His eyes fluttered, blinking in the sudden harsh glare and for an instant, he had forgotten where he was. Sitting up, Gerry examined his surroundings. The same rickety walls of assorted flotsam surrounded him, the woven mat upon which they had made their love was scratchy beneath his rump. Beside him, the shell which had been the flickering oil lamp was long since extinguished. Gerry raised his arm, his ears swiveling up to see the shark tooth bracelet wound around his wrist. He then turned, looking for Cobb, but finding the seal nowhere to be found. Stumbling to his feet, he staggering into the morning’s light, his feet sinking down into the hot, white sand as he surveyed the glittering ocean of the bay. “Cobb?” he called. “Are you here?” The scents of burning wood and the cooking of fish wafted on the breeze, drawing the fox towards a crackling fire, hemmed in by a ring of stones. The black pieces of driftwood popped and cracked, spitting their spray of embers into the sky to dance among the black swirls of greasy smoke which curled like a languid ribbon into the vast blue. Several fresh fish had been impaled on small, wooden rods and were thrust against the flames, their scaly bodies charring in such a way as to bring forth the pleasing aromas that reminded the fox he had not eaten since yesterday. If he did not count the feast from last night, that is, he thought with a wry grin. As he strode towards the fire, there came a splash from the water. Gerry looked up, seeing the seal rise from the surf. As a gravid goddess, Cobb did seem to materialize, a fish still flopping between his fangs as he stood, his yellow-orange gaze falling on Gerry. “Morning,” he said, taking the fish from his mouth. “I was just getting breakfast started. I was hoping you would join me.” He then smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “Or did I wear you out last night?” Gerry watched the pregnant seal stagger from the waves, stumbling through the wet sand. His legs wobbled as he shuffled, dragging his webbed feet through the white sand to at last kneel before the fire. With a low groan, he managed to lower his gravid body, his belly distending between his knees. The fish wriggled in his fingers, seeking to escape as the seal impaled the helpless creature on a wooden rod which he then placed before the flames. Cobb sighed, his hand on his belly. He looked tired, Gerry thought, exhausted even. Though he tried to conceal it, the fox could see the dark circles under the seal’s eyes. “It doesn’t get any easier,” said Cobb. “I’m getting so heavy.” He slid his hand down the curve of his pregnant belly. “Mmm, and you didn’t do me any favors last night.” The seal winked at this, his lips revealing his fangs as he smiled. “These little guys are so fast, it’s hard to keep up.” Cobb sat back on his fat rump, watching the fish roast. The smells of the cooking cod and halibut tickled Gerry’s nose, prompting the fox to at last come to sit beside the seal. His arm went around Cobb’s shoulders, the seal practically collapsing against his chest. Gerry closed his broad arms around the gravid form, drawing Cobb into him. The seal’s fingers splayed across the white fur of his chest, the black lips nuzzling his pink nipple as the fox then reached for a well charred fish. The food smelled delicious after such a rousing night and his stomach rumbled as he brought it to his mouth. The hot flesh was nearly touching his tongue when Gerry stopped. His gaze turned towards the seal leaning against him. Cobb’s eyes were half-closed, their once bright luster dull. The fox shook his head, lowering his meal. “What’s wrong?” asked Cobb. “You’re not a fan of seafood? Or is it fish? I could find some nice sea cucumbers.” “You know those aren’t actually cucumbers?” Gerry replied. Cobb shrugged. “They cook nicely, a little chewy though.” Gerry had to chuckle at that. His black fingers pinched a hunk of the charred fish, twisting so as to break off a piece. He then brought the simmering chunk to Cobb’s lips. The seal’s mouth opened and Gerry placed the morsel on the warm, wet tongue. The slithering member curled around his fingers, tasting of the salts of his sweat, the charred delight of cooked fish. Cobb’s eyes grew wide as he chewed slowly, almost unsure of what Gerry was doing. “I would not be the proper husband if I didn’t provide for my pregnant wife,” said the fox, breaking off another hunk. “Oh, Gerry,” laughed Cobb. “We don’t have to keep playing that silly game.” “Who said it was a game?” said the fox. A gasp came from the parting lips of the seal and Gerry placed another torn hunk of fish into Cobb’s mouth. The seal chewed, swallowing as he opened his mouth once more, eager to accept his lover’s gift. When one fish was devoured, Gerry would pick another, feeding the pregnant seal until every last morsel was consumed. “But Gerry,” Cobb said, seeing that he had eaten every bite. “What about you? I wanted to make you breakfast.” Gerry hugged the seal close, his eyes glimmering in the morning light. “I was in the mood for something else.” Cobb’s lips then turned into a broad grin. “A fat slice of fresh seal?” Gerry’s lips grazed his black mouth, his breath hot and wet. “Cooked to perfection, juicy and tender.” His hand slipped to come to Cobb’s swollen belly. The fox’s fingers swirled around the ripe middle, fingertips drawing their circles around Cobb’s abdomen to make ripples of sheer delight race up the seal’s spine. “Mmm, and how would you like that cooked?” Cobb moaned. “Rare,” came the response and Gerry’s fangs closed around Cobb’s speckled shoulder. The seal let out a shrill squeal of elation, his arms wrapped around Gerry’s neck as the fox bore him down to the white sands. Warmed by the morning sun, the sand was hot against his back as Gerry’s lips would meet his swollen mouth in a kiss to steal the very breath from his aching lungs. If the seal was beautiful in the light of the oil lamp, then in the full light of day, he was radiant. His fur shimmered like polished steel in the sun, sleek and smooth to the touch as Gerry’s hands played along the ripe curves of his gravid belly. His thighs, so full and soft, filled the fox’s palms as his tongue slid between Cobb’s teeth. The taste of fish mingled with the sweetness of the seal’s mouth, an alluring flavor which tickled the fox’s tongue as he rubbed the ridged palate, plunging down Cobb’s throat. The seal moaned through puffing nostrils, his fingers tangling into the scruffy fur of Gerry’s neck. The taut muscles of the fox bunched between his shoulders, sending a thrill through the body of Cobb. His nimble tongue slid beneath Gerry’s exploring the smoothness of the fox’s fangs, twining endlessly around Gerry’s tongue as the fox tore himself from those glistening lips. Their tongues continued to battle in mid-air, locked together like two serpents, twisting and writhing to rain their shimmering droplets of glistening saliva to patter across Cobb’s narrow chest. Gerry descended the delicate chin, utterly enraptured by the curve of the seal’s offered throat. The quivering tendons danced beneath his lips, the seal giving to moaning his pleasure as Gerry found the empty chalice of Cobb’s collarbone. Such a cup he would fill to the brim with his kisses, overflowing that holy font to let his love stream down Cobb’s chest, his mouth finding the swell of a milky breast. The nipple, ebony and glistening, stood up like a black cherry, its erect stem begging to be plucked. Gerry’s manhood had leapt from its sheath, throbbing now as a bright crimson lance as he yearned to suckle that sweet fruit. His lips circled the soft mound that was Cobb’s breast, gently caressing with his mouth, bringing the seal to arch his back with a groan of ecstasy. “Mmm, Gerry, you are so wonderful,” Cobb moaned. Gerry’s mouth wrapped itself around the seal’s breast, his tongue flicking the hard bud, swirling around the bumpy areola to savor the tang of sweat, the salt of the ocean which clung to Cobb’s body. The sweetness of fresh milk played on his tongue as the first drops rose on that shivering nub. Gerry rubbed at the seal’s nipple, his teeth closing around the black flesh to pinch and twist. Cobb began to shift in his arms, whimpering as tortuous delight would bubble in his fevered brain. His mouth opened, his head tilting back as he let out a cry of jubilation. The trickle of warm milk became a flood, flowing into Gerry’s mouth, making the fox’s cheeks protrude as he gulped with relish. His belly roiled, expanding with the heady brew that made his head swim. The fox drank, refusing the pain in his gut as he lapped at Cobb’s flowing breast. His lips came away, stained white, his tongue still flicking, still circling the erect nub which would not cease its albin flow. “Well, I got my breakfast,” Gerry said, patting his belly. “Ugh, maybe I overdid it.” A webbed hand came to his rounded middle. “Not quite, love,” said Cobb. “I think you still have a ways yet.” Gerry seized that hand, his black fingers closing around Cobb’s webbed claws. “I suppose you’d know.” He kissed each slender digit, his mouth falling then to the rising hump of Cobb’s maternal girth. His lips spread across Cobb’s belly, his tongue sliding along the grey curve, leaving the seal’s fur shiny and slick with his saliva. Like the trail of a slug, his pink tongue would slide up Cobb’s stomach, curling around the hump of his navel to leave a glistening ribbon in its wake. The life within the seal kicked against his mouth, fluttering in protest as the swollen flesh would shudder and contract. The tiny bumps, Gerry kissed, each one, delighting in the gentle boil of Cobb’s flesh. His lips continued their quest, savoring every bit of the seal. How he hungered for the creature. Gerry’s ears drooped, his hands taking Cobb’s hips. He could never let Cobb go, he knew that now. Not ever. His mouth met the slender tip of the seal’s puny cock, kissing Cobb’s manhood to make the seal suddenly cry out. “Gerry, oh no! No, you mustn’t.” Cobb’s webbed hands strove to feebly bat at the fox’s head. Ignoring the protests of his love, Gerry’s mouth closed around Cobb’s cock, taking that slim rod between his jaws. His tongue swirled around the black flesh, slithering around Cobb’s cock as he pulled back, closing tighter around the seal’s member. His own rod shivered, weeping its glimmering tears of bitter precum into the sand. Gerry slid back, his tongue circling the spongy glans, sliding down, his nose nuzzling Cobb’s sleek pubic fur. The scent of the seal’s musk enthralled him, spurring him to slip his fingers beneath the fat rump, to dip between Cobb’s cheeks. The seal’s hands dug themselves into the sand grasping in vain as he was lifted from the white expanse, taken into the arms of the lustful fox. Gerry had slipped his lips from Cobb’s cock, sitting up now with the seal pressing against his chest. Cobb’s belly swelled against his stomach, the seal’s gravid womb bubbling with the fluttering of new life. Gerry’s hands sank into the dappled flesh of Cobb’s buttocks, wobbling like freshly risen dough in his fingers. Gently, he pried apart the flabby cheeks, finding the warm wetness of Cobb’s dripping flower to be enchanting. He was ready, he would always be ready. “Take me,” whimpered Cobb. His face was buried into Gerry’s chest. The scent of the fox was heavy in his nostrils, the beating of Gerry’s powerful heart throbbed in time to the hammer within his own chest. “Oh, take me, please.” Cobb wept at Gerry’s touch, craving the hard, masculine fingers which bit into his tender flesh, the rippling muscles which rubbed so deliciously, wondrously, against his pregnant belly. His womb shivered, quivering with the excitement of being filled with the virile seed of his love. He surrendered utterly, his ring opening, pouring forth its spicy musk, flowing with the sweet nectar of his love. Gerry’s throbbing cock slid between those wobbling cheeks, plunging upwards to thrust deep into the anus of the seal. Cobb screamed in pained elation, his belly swelling with the crimson flesh of his love as Gerry bucked his hips. His scarlet lance pierced the fragile core of the weeping seal, rubbing against the shuddering gland to make Cobb howl. The seal’s rectum closed around his cock, stroking his hot flesh as he pulled back. His crimson rod shimmering with the warm juices of his love, Gerry circled his hips, driving himself deep once more. His muscular knot would crash into the puffy ring, rubbing against the sensitive nub to bring tears to Cobb’s eyes. “Gerry,” he sobbed. “Gerry, please.” “Cobb, I want you to be happy,” Gerry whispered. His lips met the seal’s. “I want you to come with me. We can be together, you and I.” He placed a hand on Cobb’s belly. “And all the rest.” Cobb’s narrow shoulders quivered, his rump sliding down Gerry’s cock to make the seal cry out. “Oh, Gerry. Do you mean it? Of course, I will go with you. I love you, Gerry.” He looked up into the eyes of the fox. “It’s all I’ve ever wanted.” Gerry’s lips nuzzled the seal’s throat. His hands clasped Cobb’s ass, the fox tumbling them into the sand. Cobb’s legs were around his waist, the fox pumping faster now, his pace quickening. “Gerry,” wept Cobb. “Please, tell me that it’s not a dream. Tell me that it’s all so real.” “It’s all real and more,” said the fox. “Ngh, I-I want to… to…” His balls, fattened with fresh seed, were screaming now, demanding that he release. The fox bucked, slamming hard, not pulling back. He circled, pressing deeper, crashing the gates of Cobb’s womb. “Cobb, I can’t hold on.” “Then don’t, my love,” replied Cobb. “My brave husband.” Yes, thought Gerry, he was going to be Cobb’s husband. As surely as the seal would be his tender wife, his love. The muscles of his ass clenching, his cock erupted, spurting its thick, white seed deep, flooding the hungering womb of the seal. Cobb’s belly swelled with fresh expansion, the seal’s middle growing to the size of twins, bloating with the virile essence of his love. Gerry thrust hard, pumping another ropy strand, splattering Cobb’s womb with his semen. Loose strings of sticky white spurted from the seal’s wounded anus, oozing down his rump to collect the grains of sand which clung to his buttocks. Gerry pulled his softening member free, taking the seal into his arms as the pair sprawled on the warm sands. “We won’t be telling the children how we met, will we?” he asked. “Hmm? I told you, if you weren’t planning on fishing, then don’t dangle your worm in the water.” Cobb ran his fingers through Gerry’s fur, his lips twisted into a wry grin. “Still, I suppose we can leave it as a fisherman’s tale.” “And you should have seen the size of the one I caught,” laughed Gerry. He gave Cobb’s rump a squeeze, making the seal give out a shrill cry. Lowering his head to Gerry’s chest, Cobb then asked, “So, how long is your vacation?” “A few more days,” replied Gerry. The seal turned a somber glance to his old shack. “I guess I won’t be needing that much longer.” “I don’t know,” said the fox. “We could keep it. Maybe use it for a vacation spot. We could come here every year. A reminder of how we found each other.” His lips met Cobb’s mouth, the seal sighing through his nose. “I never thought it could be like this,” Cobb said, taking his lips away from Gerry’s mouth. “Never in a million years. Um, do you want to go back to the shack?” Gerry thought for a moment. “It’s such a nice day. We should go for a swim in the bay.” This brought a smile to Cobb’s face. “Think you can out swim a seal?” “I think I might have a chance.” Gerry placed his hand on Cobb’s belly. “Well then,” said Cobb. The seal stumbled his feet and began to shuffled towards the crashing surf. “I’ll race you.” Gerry was on his feet, chasing after the laughing creature as the pair plunged into the waves. Their bodies cut through the clear waters, clasping one another to tumble in the churning waves, becoming as one. Such as their journey had begun, so too would it continue, together upon the shining sea.