This story contains scenes of sex between anthro animals.

Birthday Surprise

By Divigon ( Divigon@furry.org.au )

The dolphin smiled as the larger orca opened the door.

"Happy Birthday!" he shouted, blowing the party whistle through
his blowhole.

The orca took a step backward in surprise.  The sight of a dolphin
in a party hat not exactly what he had expected.

"Devon, what the hell do you think you are doing?" he asked
gesturing for the phin to enter.

"Just wishing you a happy birthday," said the perpetually grinning
dolphin.  "Surprised to see me?"

The dolphin put the present on the table then gave the orca a
tight hug.

"How you been old boy?" he asked, sliding his hands over the
larger mammal's sleek back.

"Not too bad," chuured Klee, returning the embrace.

The dolphin broke the hug, picked up the package and collapsed in
a chair.

"So, how's the birthday been so far?" he enquired.

"About the same as the others," said the orca.  "You know,
hideously early phone calls from the folks, drinks with the boys
and strange phins dropping over.  The usual."

Devon grinned. 

"Want your present?" he asked excitedly, literally bouncing in his
seat.

The orca stretched out and seemed to consider.  "Why not," he said
after a moment's contemplation.

The dolphin's smile widened and he solemnly handed the present
across to the orca.  It was a box, about eighteen inches wide, a
little over two foot long and a foot high, covered in brightly
coloured paper.  The orca's blunt fingers fumbled along the edge
of the paper for a moment before shredding it and delving into the
box.  A look of confusion passed over the beast's beak as he drew
out a large bright pink satin bow.

"What is this?" he asked, turning it over slowly.

"Its a bow," said Devon with a devilish grin.

"I know that," muttered Klee slowly.  "What is it for?"

Devon took it from the orca's paws. 

"Its for me silly," and he slid the loop of material over his
shoulder.  He pointed to his biceps where a small tag hung,
attached to a loop of gold string.  It said, "Happy Birthday Klee. 
Enjoy.  Love Devon."

Klee cocked his head slightly.

"Does that mean what I think it means?" he queried.

Devon nodded enthusiastically, moving over to sit beside the orca
on the couch.  "Yes, but only for the rest of today...  After
that, you're going to have to plead."

The orca smiled at the smaller phin, "And why would I need to do
that..."

The dolphin grinned up at him, "Oh... you'll discover that in a
little while..." and ran his rounded fingers over the orca's large
chest.

Klee chuured softly.

"Mmmmm... I've missed your touch..." he murmured.

The dolphin continued slowly, easing his hands over the white
underbelly.  Deftly undoing the thin cord holding the speedos up
before continuing to explore, his eyes studying the growing bulge.

"I still don't know why you bother with those clothes," he
murmured.

The orca stretched out slowly, "Because, unlike you, I'm not all
self contained, as well you know."

Devon's hands pulled the lycra downwards, watching as Klee's
growing erection leapt free.  He paused for a moment, then traced
over the smooth sensitive skin and continued lower to gently
grapple the large smooth orbs in each hand. 

"Oh... I know..." breathed Devon.  "It makes you all the more
interesting."

He ran a finger tip over the hardening length, giggling slightly.

"Another round of the old competition?" he asked with a sly grin.

Klee looked down at the dolphin kneeling between his thighs. 

"Why not?" he agreed.  "I think you'll find I've improved since
the last time..."

Devon chuckled quietly, bringing his other hand up to stroke in
the opposite direction to the first.

"I think not," he disagreed.  "Are you ready?"

The orca nodded, "As I'll ever be... and stop doing that, that's
cheating..."

Devon grinned again, "Just keeping you primed," was his response.

The smaller phin shifted slightly, turning to face Klee more
directly. 

"Go!" he squealed and leap forward.

Klee, braced himself a fraction too late.  In a graceful move the
dolphin slid his warm mouth over the orca's long length, his
tongue curling around it as it progressed deeper into his throat
until the phin's beak rested against the other's groin.  His hands
were not idle either, both sliding down to massage the swinging
balls.  For barely a second, Klee felt as if he would last this
one, then one of Devon's fingers progressed around further to play
with the orca's sensitive tailhole.  At the same time the phin
began to sonar into Klee's lower belly, bathing his unreachable
regions with subsonics.  In an instant the orca realised he had
lost, his balls heaved and he exploded into the dolphin's maw.

Devon's ministrations slowed, but did not stop, his actions
settling back to a gentle sucking, milking the mammal of his seed. 
Gradually, as the orca came down from his climax, the phin relaxed
back.  Eventually he let the large length slide from his mouth,
sliding his tongue over it several times to ensure he left
nothing.  This elicited several pleasure-filled groans from Klee.

The cetacean sat back, running his tongue over his lips, making
sure none of the seed escaped. 

"I think that's a new record," he announced, stroking gently at a
thigh.  "It couldn't have been thirty seconds."

"Not counted," protested the orca.  "Use of sonar is forbidden
under the rules."

"What rules?" protested Devon.  "And may I point out, you didn't
protest at the time."

Devon grinned again, reaching down to fondle with the hanging
balls.

"Mmmm..." he proclaimed.  "A sweet victory for me I think.  What's
that, about 23 to 2?"

"To three," said Klee.  "You had your mouth off me when I came. 
That means you had admitted defeat."

"That was just me giving you a chance," said Devon slyly.  "I know
you'd feel bad if you were beaten in straight sets..."

Klee chuckled, a deep rumbling sound, before stretching, sliding
his tail over Devon's slit.

"Now, now," scolded the phin playfully.  "It's your birthday, I'm
the one handing out the presents."

Devon pulled back slightly, reaching down with his hands to stroke
along the underside of the orca's tail.  He pressed one hand each
side of the flat blade and massaged firmly.  Klee gave a sigh of
contentment and lay back.  Devon watched this for a moment before
acting.

"Come on," he said, standing and holding out a hand.  "You look
like you could do with a massage."

Klee, cock his head slightly, "You're a masseuse?"

Devon adjusted the satin bow, "I am today," he announced, dragging
the other to the large bed.

"There we go," he gestured.  "Face down on that.  I'll be back in
a sec."

Klee obliged, stretching his large frame out while Devon rifled
through the bathroom, returning with a small collection of various
lotions and lubricants.  He smiled at the sight of the orca, the
glistening jet black back and gleaming dorsal fin resting on the
bed.  Unlike himself, the orca was more muscular and had a more
definite humanoid frame.

Not really sure where to begin, Devon drizzled some oil on the
back of Klee's head, giggling a little at the protests about the
cold liquid.  Moving his hands slowly, he began to work his way
over the orca's body.  He paid particular attention to the white
patches behind his eyes, then moved down, stroking over the large
dorsal fin that towered a good foot and a half above him.  He
reached the base of the spine and split his hands, each one moving
in synchronically down a thigh and onto the calves.  The hands
joined again to give a deep massage to the rounded feet, eliciting
a giggle from the otherwise relaxed orca.  The dolphin smiled and
swapped his attention to Klee's tail, working his way up it
slowly, being particularly gentle on the white underside.  By the
time he reached its base, Klee was virtually purring and showed no
resistance as Devon first explored, then probed around the
juncture. 

Gently, but firmly,  Devon had Klee roll over onto his back,
guiding the large dorsal fin into the purpose built slot in the
bed.  He paid barely a glance to the rest of the orca's body
before resuming his massage at the feet.  Moving in small circles
he inched his way up, his hands deliberately avoiding the pleasure
centres.  He kneaded gently at the sculpted chest, then pressed on
up and over the face, giggling softly as the large tongue lapped
at his fingers.  The gentle touch fading as his fingers slid over
the orca's flattened melon.

Klee gave another rumble of pleasure as Devon repositioned
himself, returning his attention to the cetacean's chest.  As his
hands moved down, he allowed himself a look at the white belly
developing a definite pink tinge.  He ran his hands gently over
Klee's already erect length, spreading the small bead of pre over
the deep purple head.

Gently, the phin slipped a leg over Klee's waist, sliding his tail
over the underside of the orca's.  He slid down a few inches,
pausing as the large length began to push against his aft slit. 
The orca gave a purr of approval, hefting himself up a little on
his elbows as Devon allowed himself to slip lower.  For a moment
his slit resisted, then gave, the dolphin slipping down a few
inches before recovering.  He gave a gasp, the orca's large length
almost too tight for him, but from experience, he knew his body
could, and would, accept it.

Klee himself remained still, it took most of his will power not to
begin flexing his powerful flukes, but he knew the dolphin was in
control.  As the dolphin relaxed, he slipped slower, swallowing
more of his shaft inside the tight folds.  The orca was glad of
his previous orgasm, knowing that he would have already reached it
if not for the earlier release.

Gradually Devon's muscles relaxed and he slid lower, eventually
his tail resting against the orca's groin.  He gave his own purr
of pleasure, feeling himself almost painfully filled.  He began to
rhythmically clench his inner folds, his movements becoming easier
as his body adjusted.  Klee felt his friend begin to move and
allowed himself a tiny thrust, feeling his large length rub
against the dolphin's still interior member.

Klee smiled and reached down with a large paw, running it over the
dolphin's reddened slit.  Both beings gave their own moans of
pleasure.  Devon's slit swelled some more, while more of Klee's
pre escaped into the dolphin.  The smaller mammal twisted a
little, causing Klee to fall back on the bed, moaning in ecstasy,
his balls already churning.  Devon went in for the kill, griding
his hips against Klee's as Klee gave a shrill animalistic whistle,
his cock erupting for the second time that night.

Devon's body shuddered as he felt the scalding seed spread within
him, his shaft sliding free of his slit, unable to be restrained
for any longer.  Klee thrust upwards, forcing his shaft deeper
into the unresisting dolphin, his tortured balls pounding as they
continued to empty into the dolphin's trembling body.  The orca
fell back on the bed, groaning as his body continued to shudder,
above him, Devon squealed, impaled on the orca's huge cock.

Eventually, Klee's balls emptied, throbbing gently as they
protested their use.  The orca propped himself onto his elbows and
smiled, looking over the phin.  Devon was still oblivious to the
world, his smooth belly a deep pink, his slit swollen and boasting
his impressive erection.  Klee reached down, delicately tracing a
large finger over the dark purple length.  Devon trilled softly
and squeezed on Klee's shaft, eliciting a sigh of pleasure from
his lips.

Klee continued his ministrations slowly, paying particular
attention to the wide base, but occasionally straying towards the
tip, smiling as it curled around his finger, leaving a sparkling
trail of thin pre behind it.

The orca ran his other palm over the Bottlenose's chest.

"So, are you going to give me a little present now?" he asked,
his voice laden with suggestion.

Devon clenched his muscles again.

"I wouldn't call it a little present," he teased, leaning down to
kiss the orca's beak gently.

Klee grinned, then groaned as Devon pulled himself off, his cock
sliding out freely, leaving a small trail of juices dribbling
towards the dolphin's tail.  The orca inched forwards on the bed,
moving towards the edge.  He did not need to travel far and the
dolphin pushed against him.

Klee felt the small tapered tip caress around his opening,
circling closer, then hitting the mark.  They both groaned as his
tip entered, sliding in easily, aided by the pre and the massage
oils.  Devon continued to push himself in, his shaft acting as a
wedge, pushing the orca wider as he drove himself deeper.  Klee
writhed on the bed, deliberately trying to relax his muscles, but
occasionally involuntarily clenching them, squeezing the phin back
out.  Devon pulled out, Klee's anus closing seamlessly around his
shaft, then spreading as he pushed back in.  Both creatures
groaned as the smaller phin began to build up a rhythm.

Soon the dolphin's hips were thrusting madly, stroking his length
in and out, Klee's balls being sandwiched between their two
bodies.  Devon began to give short squeals, his cock hardening
inside Klee.  Klee pushed back, reaching down to grab the phin and
pull him closer.  It was all too much for the dolphin and his
shaft exploded.  The thin phin seed flooding into the orca's
cavity.  Klee gave a moan, hugging the dolphin against him as he
felt the warmth spread over his body.

Devon continued his thrusts for a few moments longer, then gave
one more, pushing himself deep within the orca and collapsed on
his chest.  Klee's arms circled the phin, stroking him gently as
the panting creatures recovered their strength.

Devon woke slowly, at first a little confused where he was.  The
room looked unfamiliar, then, slowly the memories of the previous
day returned.  He smiled at the thoughts, shifting happily between
the satin sheets.

A soft padding came form the hallway and he looked up.  Klee
entered, holding a tray.

"Breakfast," he announced, placing the tray on the bedside table. 

Devon smiled, then did a doubletake.  Behind the tray, the orca
was naked, with the exception of a large pink bow...

By Divigon