By Ventura33
(c) 2000
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Whales are a very hospitable species. I've always thought so.
And it's not our fault we don't have much interest in sex. A quick bang once a year in mating season, and that's it. Hey, it's the way we're made, you know?
So I wasn't sure what to think, at first, about the very peculiar request made by our pointy-eared friend and his human captain. Took me a while to figure out they were talking about their idea of sexual pleasure. What they wanted sounded really weird to me, but then, I guess every species has its little quirks, and we shouldn't be too judgmental.
I didn't expect my mate would mind. He was off exploring strange new oceans, and so forth. Well, you know how males are, right? And our human friends had saved us from becoming whale fillets, so I figured that I owed them something.
They looked so eager when I said yes, like a pair of playful calves who'd found a warm current to frolic in. So sweet. I wanted to gather them up in my flippers and give them a big hug.
But that wasn't what they wanted, of course, so I followed them out to the deserted little island that they'd chosen for their antics. They stripped off their clothes and bent over the end of the pier, and I gave them both a few quick swats with my tail as their bare buttocks wriggled in ecstasy. Then they got down to business with each other, quite energetically indeed, as I watched with a maternal glow of satisfaction.
Yeah, I'll admit it always gives me a nice warm feeling inside when I can do something to help a friend. Like I said, whales are a very hospitable species.
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