#size small. orcas difficult

[the-chattering-tower]

One of my favourite viddy games is getting a major update tonight so I'm gonna need my hands for that for a while, so this is gonna be slow going, but! Orca skin started

Not 100% compatible with the orca necklace apparel item but it's not, like, the worst coverage you can imagine for something So Damn Big

All the orcas are specifically going to be the teal variant to go with the dragon I'm making this for (and maintain at least some semblance of cohesion) but if there's Very Big Interest in it I could think about doing a purple variant as well

[alice-makes-things]

Inspired by a conversation I recently had with friends, here is my “The JellyCat Orca Is Trans Masc and Non-Binary” theory.

(as you read this, bear in mind that I am neurodivergent and at the age of 6 my special interest was orcas)

If you’re not familiar with the JellyCat brand, they’re a British plush toy company that first became popular in the late 90s / early 00s but have recently skyrocketed in sales due to strong TikTok social media presence during the pandemic. They do cute and quirky plushes of everything from cute baby toys to stuffed animals to fruits and veggies to tacos and sushi. They’re all very soft and snuggly and a sensory delight. I’ve never owned one myself, because they’re extremely expensive, but if you enter any gift shop in this country there will be a JellyCat there somewhere.

Anyway, each of these toys are given a name and a little personality - think TY’s Beanie Babies, if you’re old enough to remember those. Anyway, enter Ollivander the Orca, who for the purposes of this post I will use he/they pronouns for:

I met Ollivander in a Blackheath gift shop a few months ago and was delighted by their existence but alas could not afford them. Now, for my theory.

Ollivander strikes me as a very masc-coded name. Like, it’s basically two traditionally male names smashed together (Oliver, Alexander), like somebody couldn’t decide between two names and just said screw it, why not both. The thing is, Ollivander has the ‘wrong’ markings for a male orca - compared to his body size, he has a small, curved dorsal fin, with no saddle markings at the base. Male orcas have tall, straight dorsal fins, with prominent grey saddle markings at the base (unless held prisoner by certain unethical US marine parks). Here’s a picture for comparison:

(for the orca nerds out there, I’m leaving out too many resident / transient orca dorsal fin comparisons here, because I think these are difficult to replicate in a stuffed animal; also Ollivander’s saddle markings are non-existent so there’s not much to compare there)

Compare Ollivander to Hamley’s Kai, or IKEA’s Blåvingad, who both have tall pointy dorsal fins, which indicate they are male:

Anyway, when my neurospicy self excitedly bounded up to the orca plush in the aforementioned gift shop, I was under the assumption Ollivander was a female orca - until I saw their name and description, which I believe is the same as on the JellyCat website:

There are no gendered pronouns in this label (which I love, because children should be able to gender their beloved toys however which way they like). So from then on, my own personal head canon became that Ollivander is a trans masc orca whale who couldn’t decide between the names Oliver and Alexander, and they use he/they pronouns. I love them and can never afford them, lol.

Anyway thank you for indulging my silly neurodivergent rant about orca plushies and their various gender identities.

[dragonfelling]

Happy Storyteller Saturday! Biggest dragon species in Ascendancy?

If you dont include the Gods themselves, then out of all the dragon species the largest is the almost extinct people that once fed off of Exitiums divinity: The Dragonfolk

They are a type of divine thing, like Griffins and Humonculi; who don't function like a mortal thing but they aren't Gods. A divine is a good term I suppose. Unlike other divine however they can reproduce.

After Exitium was almost killed and went into dormancy, their population dipped down from around 100 individuals down to a mere 10.

Even before that their population took a massive hit after a parasite that looked like golden flecks ravaged their bodies. They, and their sister species, the Draken (Known in 'modern' culture as the First Drakes) could not remove these scale parasites through fire nor picking them off themselves. Exitium for this reason relented into allowing a human population under his rule. The humans were small and dexterous enough to pull each parasite from under the scales of their dragon lords.

There are only a handful of these giants left, ones that have survived the ages through finding pockets of magic to feast upon. On the rare occasion, a Dragon will return to its homeland of Aiman to lay an egg after storing up immense energy- enough to last them the process and enough to supply its single young with enough yolk to last them until their first flight.

They are a rather typical dragon in a lot of ways. They carry pyrokinesis but some do have other forms of magic much how other folk have many types of blessings by their gods that have carried through their bloodlines. They also have a tendancy towards hoarding and once they lived very luxurious lives when they reigned over what was once Enkavaima (The territory that was taken over by the Anemoians)

Old art ^^^ Shows the gold fleck parasites being pulled off by humans

Unfished sketch of their whole body

Design wise, I'm thinking of shrinking their heads a bit, making them a tad smaller and making their wings look like oversized an albatross' wings. I also want to change their markings to look closed to an albatross mixed with an orca. Something something metaphors and symbolism

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As for ANIMALS though, the largest is the Major Pinnae dragons. They are about the size of a tiger if you dont count their tails or wings- males being 5 ft from head to tail base and the females upwards of 7.5 ft They are the apex predator of Anemoi, and Pinna's favourite creation. They have reflective wings and stripes they use both in complex hunting habits and mating rituals

They can spit out a Pyrophoric chemical that allows them to breathe fire in a sense. This chemical acts like napalm and sticks to things. The fire is difficult to put out without the use of water to dilute it, as the fuel will just re-ignite in the presence of air and water vapour until its burnt up.

Female Pinnae Dragon in flight, flashing durring a storm.

Female Pinnae Dragon in flight, flashing durring a storm and displaying with its fire.

Female Pinnae Dragon eating a recently killed Diamonda

[rea-grimm]

Merfolk Law

It was more of a coincidence that you ran into each other. You lived in the city, but when you had the chance, you went to the cottage you had right by the bay that led to the sea. It was quite windy there and since you lived quite far in the north, the water was too icy for your taste.

Maybe if you were more tough, but that was completely out of your control. In addition, you had a lot of events and work, so you went there, for example, once a month or once every three months. That was different.

For your next visit to the cottage, you decided to make your time pleasant by taking a little walk around the fjord when you saw it. Or you saw an orca's fin rolling in a pool of blood by the water and a harpoon sticking out of the fin.

From a distance, however, it seemed too small for you. Again, it was too big for the baby. You moved on to it more when you got stuck.

You knew it didn't fit the size of the orca, but you didn't expect a merfolk. The young man was very pale, his eyes were closed and he was breathing heavily. You had no idea what to do.

You moved closer to him as he opened his grey eyes and slashed his hand at you. However, the movement hurt him and he groaned in pain. You jumped to the side wondering what to do next. In the end, you decided to run home to get the first aid kit, as it would be difficult to help him with empty hands.

However, before you went back to him, you quickly found first aid for the harpoon injury over the phone. You weren't sure what to do and most importantly, the ambulance probably wouldn't help you here. You could get him into even more trouble.

You still took a looser sweatshirt with you to keep him warm. Although if he was used to cold water… You had no idea how to take care of a merfolk.

“I'll help you,” you said as you returned to him. However, as soon as you approached him, he slashed after you again. “If you want to bleed here, please, be my guest,” you said and he stopped.

Finally, he let you approach and help him. He watched you suspiciously the whole time you tended to his wound.

“That's it,” you boasted as you bandaged his fin. He just looked at you before jumping into the water and swimming away. Even if he didn't thank you for it, it made you feel good.

Since then, you had the impression that you caught glimpses of him here and there, peeking above the surface before disappearing under the water again. You didn't get any closer to him.

However, on the shore, in the place where you found him, you found a gold coin that was no longer valid.

You were out for a walk and you came to the edge of a small cave that wasn't very deep. You decided to go look inside. Animals never congregated there, so there was no danger in it.

You walked in and were looking around when you noticed movement in the water. You leaned closer as something began to emerge from the water. It was a moment where you immediately caught yourself because it almost hit you in the head.

You fell backwards and landed on your butt. Right in front of you, the same merman you found outside emerged from the water. His wet hair fell into his eyes and the dark circles under his eyes indicated fatigue.

"Why are you following me?" he asked you, his voice as icy as his eyes.

"I don't follow you. I was just out for a walk,” you answered in surprise and settled down better. “Though I'm glad you look better than before,” you added with a weak smile.

"You're weird," he replied after a while, not taking his eyes off of you. 

You noticed that there were several fish skeletons in the corner of the cave when a rumbling sound echoed through the cave. You immediately looked at the merfolk who's stomach rumbled loudly. His ice mask broke at that moment and he hid under the water. Only his eyes looked above the surface.

You stifled a laugh and offered him something to eat. You had planned to take a longer walk today, so you prepared a snack. You took your bag off your shoulder and took out the sandwich, along with the onigiri you bought for the test.

At first, you offered him a sandwich, but he frowned at that as if you were trying to poison him. So you offered him onigiri instead. He hesitantly took it from you before unwrapping it and getting down to eating. He bit into it hungrily and began to chew before stopping.

"Thank you," he mumbled as he swallowed.

"You’re welcome," you smiled at him and took a bite of the bread yourself.

Law, you later learned, sat down at the edge of the water and you ate together. You had the impression that he was slowly starting to trust you.

"Aren't you so cold here?" you asked him after a moment as you saw his body shake slightly.

"Not at all," he shrugged, not paying any attention to it. Until you took off your coat and sweatshirt, which was looser on you, and handed it to him. Then you put your coat back on.

Law took the sweatshirt from you and looked it over before putting it on. It fit him like well like a shell. However, it was a strange feeling for him. He was a little dry, but the sweatshirt still stuck to him. After a while, however, it began to warm him pleasantly.

From that moment on, you visited him regularly. Only later did he admit to you that people find him as a child. Two brothers. One of them treated him nicely and taught him many different things. Read, write, etc.

He only told you this after you asked him about his tattoo. You had no idea how else he would get them if he didn't know other people.

After this discovery, you regularly brought him new books, to shorten the long time until his fin was completely healed.

You were afraid that when he recovered, he would swim away somewhere else, but to your surprise, he stayed.

In addition to books, you brought him food and your sweatshirts, which he liked. He kept taking them from you and didn't want to give them back. Only when you promised him that you would wash them and return them did he let you take them.

"I have something for you!" you called him when you came back after a month. You had to go back for a while, but thanks to Law, you looked forward to going back much more often.

Law was already waiting for you on the shore. He was sitting with his fins in the water while wearing a long black hooded sweatshirt and reading something. When he heard you, he put the book aside and turned to you.

“I've got something for your collection,” you said excitedly, handing him the bag of coins you had collected for him.

“Any new pieces? ” he asked you and started looking at the coins. When he saw one he didn't have yet, the corners of his mouth lifted into a satisfied smile.

After this you both had onigiri as you found out it was one of his favorite foods. In second place were fish.

After the food, you lay down in the grass and watched the clouds. You were starting to like it here more and more. You looked at the merfolk who was watching you with interest.

You had to admit how much he had changed since you first met. You still remembered how he first looked at you coldly. Now there was no trace of the cold in his face. Now he was looking at you with a look that made your heart race.

Law scooted closer to you, leaning over you until your noses were almost touching.

“Who would have thought I would find refuge with a human,” he said watching you. You just smiled at that.

“Who would have thought I'd fall in love with a merfolk,” you replied, realizing too late what you had said. Law paused for a moment before a smug smirk appeared on his face as he leaned down and kissed you on the lips.

"Who would have thought that, huh?" he asked contentedly before resting his head on your chest.

Law Masterlist

[orcinus-veterinarius]

Hiya! Would you be willing to explain why keeping captive right whales is completely nonviable, as you mentioned? I’m fascinated, but the adhd simply will not let me parse scientific papers.

That's a fantastic question! While it would be wonderful if captive breeding were a viable option for this critically endangered species, it just isn't possible under any realistic conditions.

For starters, their size. Orcas are the largest mammals successfully held in captivity, and we all know how difficult (and controversial) that is, with only a very small handful of facilities ever pulling it off with any semblance of success. Tilikum, the largest captive orca (although I believe that record has since been overtaken by a male in China), was 22.5 feet (6.9 meters) long and weighed 12,500 pounds (5,700 kg). Most other orcas in human care, particularly the females, are considerably smaller. Compare that to a northern right whale. Even the smallest adults are over 40 feet long—double Tilikum's length—and weigh 88,000 pounds (40,000 kg)—seven times his weight—while the biggest specimens on record reached up to 61 feet (18.5 m) and an incredible 234,000 pounds (106,000 kg).

A tank for an animal that size would be far beyond anything we have the ability to engineer and maintain. Think of how deep it would have to be for the whale to even turn around! The water pressure would be astronomical, wreaking havoc on the building materials even if it were possible to build the structure. And remember—someone has to dive to clean it! Our theoretical right whale habitat would have to be a sea pen, but even the 100-acre facilities proposed with orcas in mind are nowhere near deep enough. While right whales are considered to inhabit "coastal" waters, they do not live right up by the shoreline, like certain orca ecotypes and other small delphinids. They are a pelagic species, designed to live out in the open water column, as are all baleen whales. So, the pen would have to be a floating habitat miles out into the open water (think of an offshore oil rig), with netting sturdy enough to not be destroyed by a 50 ton whale and long enough to extend hundreds of feet to the ocean floor. We're talking probably thousands of square miles of netting, that would have to be routinely inspected for safety and upkeep. So, you would probably need a submersible, since no human can dive that deep. On top of that, it would be difficult to find such a larger stretch of ocean in their habitat without shipping lanes, underwater noise, or pollution. And let's just forget about the logistics of staffing that place—or worse, funding.

Additionally, we wouldn't be able to feed them by tossing fish into their mouth like with dolphins. Northern right whales feed on tiny crustaceans and zooplankton, cruising along and filtering the creatures from the water with their baleen. Assuming our right whale keepers were somehow able to acquire the insane amount of food the whale requires (potentially over 5000 pounds of zooplankton a day), it would need to be scattered throughout the massive habitat to facilitate feeding. I imagine this would probably look something like the way Georgia Aquarium feeds their whale sharks from a little boat, although on a much larger scale. And since the food obviously can't be kept alive, we would need to develop someway of delivering the daily vitamins that are lost in the freezing process—and to keep hundreds of tons of krill frozen on a floating kitchen in the middle of the ocean.

Of course, the ultimate goal of this project would be to breed northern right whales... that means we need to take everything we just talked about and double it, at a bare minimum. For the breeding program to be successful, it would need a whole lot more than just two whales. And unfortunately, even if we lived in world with magical floating thousand-acre sea pens, unlimited krill, and endless money... we still don't know if it would even work. Right whale breeding habits are poorly understood, with the whales mating in cold northern waters before migrating 1,000 miles south to calve. Despite our best theoretical efforts, these migratory patterns could very well be necessary for successful reproduction.

Thank you again for the ask! This was actually a lot of fun to think about! If you want to read about JJ, the only baleen whale ever successfully housed in (temporary) human care, you can find an article and pictures here.

[yearningaces]

Meet my boy Hallow, the megalodon mershark who is so enamored by you, his ever handsome medic

It was once a human civilization, the elders had said. But as you swam through the old stones that built the colosseum at the top of the trench, you wondered how the two legged could have built something like this if they would have to leave when the waters came.

Your tail flicked down, stopping your movements through the stone archways. A few brightly colored fish passed by before hiding in the kelp grass among the sandy sea floor to your right. It was a fascinating theory the elders had, but they've been wrong before. Even in ways no one ever speaks of.

Such as the means for this place.

"There you are, hurry up. There's work to be done and the elders don't like dilly-dallying." Fetcher swam closer to you from his post. The merfolk's eel tail twitched slightly.

You huffed but swam along, passing the same guard who says the same thing every single day. A few turns down certain corridors in the stone construct and you could smell the metallic scent of blood in the water. Hearing the cheers of so many merfolk raging for blood.

Eat or be eaten, was the colosseum motto. The strongest predators were sent in if they'd committed heinous enough crimes against the elders council. Only the last remaining alive could leave a free mer. Unless they were one to draw a crowd and were framed again and again to be brought back. Sometimes the smallest guppies would even be here... Those were nightmarish rounds to even hear.

As you continued swimming slowly along, you passed by rows of gaps in the stone, triangle in shape that gave you the perfect view of the arena just beyond the stone wall. And it was carnage.

Today it was two orca mers, stout and imposing against an even larger whale mer. And the whale was winning. You ignored the horrific sound of one of the orcas tail being torn off and used to beat the other one's head as you swam along the familiar route.

Eventually you stopped outside of a hatch in the floor made of metal. One of the many guards glanced at you before opening the hatch for you to swim through. Just small enough to fit.

It was closed and locked behind you as you continued down into the dark cell, a familiar massive figure coming into view.

As soon as the guard voices faded, you were close enough to be unnoticed by the rest of the oceans, and at that moment, the massive taloned and webbed hand reached up, pressing against you from behind and gingerly pushing you down further into the colder water, and right into Hallow's embrace.

You relaxed in the megalodon's hold, sighing happily to be here with him again. "We really should see about me being able to visit when it's not before or after your battles." The remark is sincere and you return to the familiar actions of observing what you can of the massive creature made for the shadows. He has a few nicks and tears but nothing much, given the nature of what sort of battles he has no choice but to endure, it's not surprising how viciously adapted he is.

Hallow's voice is a rumble, one you have to focus to understand. His kind are ancient after all, and the few megalodon's left speak in such an old tongue it's difficult to comprehend some times. "Yet a victory ensures our meeting once more. I'd do so for a millennium more to see you return to me again."

His large hands curl around you as best they can given the size difference. Hallow's movements are always gentle with you, even now as he brings you just a bit closer until you're held against him.

"I'd return regardless." The remark is an earnest one, but you have a task at hand, reaching into your satchel and drawing out a few different items. You reach your smaller hand up to the large one holding you in place and wiggle in Hallow's grasp until you're at an angle you can reach the back of his wrist where a deeper tear is. Your steadfast hyperfocus on the task is clear as your hands move with caution and care, cleaning and wrapping the wound in a gentle fabric.

Throughout all of this Hallow's gaze remains on you and you alone. Watching silently as you tend to his wounds with such care, it used to make his heart race, but now he slows, content and most comfortable under your care and attention.

You'd been his charge for many seasons now, originally hardly speaking to him but tending to his wounds after battle, as he was one of the few competitors who the elder council wanted to keep alive to fight again. Eventually you finally spoke, and it only grew from there.

Hallow doesn't quite know what he can refer to you as, but he so dearly adores you. If he weren't confined to this Poseidon forsaken place, he'd be able to court you, earn your attention and affection, prove he's worth your time and care.

But he's stuck here, a prisoner with no crime, and a life of carnage and desolation ahead of him. And you return to help him heal, both his physical wounds and his emotional ones. You let him hold you close, let him nap with you in his grasp, speak so very gently to and with him and he adores you so much for it. Hallow would tear this entire place to ruin if he could, would so carefully guide you into the trench the colosseum sits atop of, where he could hide you away in the cold dark waters where only creatures like him exist. And you would both be safe.

But for now, he'll keep watching you with an endearing expression as your small hands work so carefully to ensure he's not hurting, even if you don't know how you never could hurt him, not in a way he'd mind at least.

And he'll be good, because it means you'll return. He'll tear another fellow mer into a spineless and tailless mush of viscera because he'll be here for your next return.

And for now, it's enough.

[wildwinterlunas]

Alright I decided to go on a bit of a deep dive on the characters who wear heals and if they make sense or not.

First up is Tanks;

There is only one tank who is wearing heels and that is Junker Queen.

Honestly I don't see this being that difficult for her from what I've seen of her fighting style it's less movement based then other heroes, not only that but I could see these kind of heals being used to get leverage to climb things, not only that but these aren't as extreme as other characters. And to me when watching her cinematic they also seen a bit lower then they are in game. It also should be noted she's the only tank character who wears heals in her default design.

Now time for Support;

From what it looks like Mercy is the only support who wear heels (Moira might also be wearing heels but I've looked as closely as I can and it doesn't look like it), all I can say is...

Girl...

What are you doing? Like, she's a doctor, not only that but a big part of her abilities in canon is her mobility. And the heel looks like it got higher in her OW2 design. I don't know whether to be impressed or scared-

THE ACTUAL SIZE OF THE HEAL FOR OW2 GOT SMALLER TOO-

Again like with Junker Queen, it's not as bad as other characters height and width wise, but she's still one of the more mobile characters.

I think the reasoning for her wearing heals is because her melee was going to be like Zens? Like she was going to kick people? At the very least she is mostly flying/floating half the time she's being mobile so that makes this a little better?

Finally DPS;

Symmetra probably has the most extreme heal in the game;

The heel is tall and has a small width, however, in canon she is probably the least movement and combat based. We see her more on diplomatic missions then combat so it makes total sense as to why her outfit for missions would include heels. Honestly when she does go into combat I see this being a problem, but from what I've seen of her in canon combat she isn't very movement based in her fighting style.

Ashe's boots are probably one of the more stable high heals in game;

The heels themselves are high, though they have gone down in her OW2 design, but it's also thick and in very close range to the rest of the bottom of the shoe. Also she isn't as movement base as say, Widow and Cassidy, we seen her fight in canon and it's very stagnant, I could also see these heals being used to help her get onto and say on her bike. Again in canon she's not that much of a movement based fighter, and when she is moving around she's usually just on her bike.

Now for these dumbasses;

Widowmaker;

And Cassidy;

These two, in canon, are not only movement based fighter (Cassidy's less obvious but you see snippets of it in comics), but also stealth based fighters. At least with Angela she's not trying to hide her location. And specifically with Cassidy, we only ever see him use a bike in Deadlock, when he wasn't wearing heals, and after reunion, most of the time he's either in an Orca or using some other mode of transportation that doesn't require him to wear heels.

And the fact that both heel got taller after the OW2 redesign. Again the reason I find this funny is the fact that in lore, both of them are incredibly nimble and stealthy, not only that but they are both sniper based characters. There are so many reasons why they shouldn't be wearing heels, honestly more reason then why Angela shouldn't be wearing heels.

In conclusion, Widow, Cassidy and Angela are being the most dramatic and making things harder for themselves when wearing heels. Specifically Widow and Cassidy.

[springfallendeer]

Clinging to the Pleasure (Sun x F!Reader)

Takes place in the Subnautica AU! This is what won the last poll I had for what sort of smut I should write.

Features oral, overstimulation, hand in anus, excessive cum, and other fun stuffs.

@pulsarsatellite because you so sweetly requested that I tag you in Subnautica stuff.

Large, clawed hands wrap around your legs as you attempt to climb back into your shelter. You lock your fingers around the thin metal rails that were used to allow for easy entry, preventing your body from being dragged back into the water. The small, underwater pod jolts and rocks from the sheer force of being seized. A soft curse rolls past your lips as you lazily kick your legs in the water.

This isn’t an entirely new scenario for you. The alien creature that has taken hold of you is not an enemy. Nor are they a threat. At least not to you. Quite the opposite.

The creature currently clinging to your legs is quite friendly. Generally speaking, they’re also quite helpful. They’ve been helpful since day one.

You don’t know why, but they took a liking to you as soon as they encountered you.

The strange alien merman began to follow you around and pine for your attention almost immediately. They studied your every action and began to mirror your behavior. Your alliance began quickly as a result.

Though communication has been difficult due to language barriers, their intelligence shines through. They have been an essential ally when it comes to finding food, fighting off predators, and collecting supplies.

Their presence also fends off the loneliness that comes with being isolated on an alien world. Which is both a blessing and a curse.

They’re a very social creature. Since having arrived here, you’ve learned a lot about their race through observation. Generally they travel in large groups.

Not this one. You’ve only ever seen this one socializing with one other individual of their kind. A blue one with a white patch on their face. One of the variants that prefers to linger in deep water.

You call that one Moon, because the white patch on his face resembles a crescent moon.

The one currently grabbing you is nicknamed Sun as a result. Named for their bright, sunny colors and playful personality. A little ball of sunshine.

A ball of sunshine that gets very, very lonely whenever Moon has to leave.

The blue one prefers to hunt alone. They swim off to some dark space to collect food. Sometimes they’re gone for half a day.

Sun has taken to using you for company whenever Moon leaves. Which has led to him developing a bit of an annoying habit.

That habit being trying to drag you back out of your shelter whenever you make a move to climb into it.

That’s why you didn’t initially panic when you felt his hands wrap around your legs. This highly intelligent, orca sized, alien predator isn’t trying to hurt you. They’re just lonely and in a clingy mood.

For as large as they are, they’re surprisingly gentle. Surprisingly aware of their own strength. So you know you’re not in danger when the tug on your legs.

Not so much when you feel their mouth testing the limits of your suit.

You jolt, rightly so, when you first feel it. The pressure of their mouth wrapping around a chunk of your leg.

Not to bite you. Not yet at least. You feel them use their teeth to hook the fabric of your wet suit and tug.

The only thing preventing you from kicking is the knowledge that their teeth could very easily puncture your flesh. So you fall still in their grip as you feel them nibbling at you.

Despite it being obvious that they aren’t trying to hurt you, you’re terrified. You’re terrified because this powerful creature with jaws that can break through bone is nipping at your legs.

They’ve got their arms around you to prevent you from escaping their curious mouthing.

The medical sensors in your suit sound off an alert in response to your spike in heart rate. Then a low oxygen warning hits you a short while after.

Without realizing it, you were holding your breath. You let out that shaky breath as you feel their mouth move to your inner thigh. You have no idea what they’re trying to do.

You have no idea why they’re doing this. All you can do is keep a firm grip on the railing and hope that the movements of their mouth aren’t the warning signs of malicious intent.

They’re not biting. Its more like they’re feeling you out with their teeth. There is a difference, but a very slight one.

You feel your legs spread as Sun moves his head between them.

Your breath hitches in your throat as you feel his mouth against your groan. You can’t help the startled jolt that rolls through you in response.

His teeth very lightly press into the fabric covering your genitals. You try to steady your breathing, but your breath hitches again at the next unexpected sensation. You felt a peculiar pressure against your crotch. The wet suit might prevent the bulk of the contact, but you know exactly what it was. That was his tongue.

A confused gasp escapes you as you feel it again. Then again. And again. You realize that he’s stroking your genital region with his tongue.

Any suspicion that this might be purely innocent behavior sank to the bottom of the sea when you felt his tongue start to press down. He was pressing his tongue against you in a way that implied that he was looking for something.

A hole, to be specific.

Your face flushes and you bite your lip, unable to prevent the natural reaction of your body. Heat pools between your legs as the realization sinks in.

The faint stimulation of his tongue rubbing against your clothed vulva does well enough at triggering a subdued arousal.

He’s being so gentle with you. The constant back and forth movements of his tongue sent pleasant tingles running through you. It doesn’t take long for you to become aware of the wetness pooling against the cloth.

A repressed moan escapes you as he gradually begins to apply more force with his tongue.

You can feel it. He feels out where the hole he’s looking for is and he focuses the tip of his tongue on that spot.

Its as if he’s trying to break through the confines of your wet suit using only his tongue.

His persistence only adds to your growing arousal. But the lack of direct stimulation only adds to your frustration. Until now, you hadn’t been aware of how pent up you were. You had been so focused on survival that you had failed to take the time to relieve this biological urge.

Before long, you can’t help but want him to tear a hole in your wet suit.

The need for an orgasm is there and he’ll drive you mad if all he does is grind against you through the cloth. Without meaning too, you begin to rock your hips against his tongue. In doing so you unwittingly tell him that you want more. You give him permission to touch you directly, if only by absently riding on his tongue.

He pulls his mouth away briefly, coaxing a disappointed whine from your lips. But he proceeds to tear at the fabric of your wet suit using surgical precision. His teeth hook into the cloth on your inner thigh. With one swift motion, he tears the fabric away, exposing your vulva to the lukewarm water in the process. He does this without doing so much as nicking your skin with his teeth. An impressive feat, all things considered.

You tremble at the feel of the water hitting your heated skin. You tremble more as his tongue returns to finally meets your flesh. His tongue is a bit rough, but in a pleasant way. Covered in large, soft papillae that create extra friction against your skin as he laps at you.

With the cloth gone, his tongue is finally free to invade your vulva. So it does just that. You gasp as his tongue slides inside of you.

This is when you realize how long his tongue actually is. You feel him press the tip of it against your cervix as he laps at your insides. He stimulates your clitoris with every movement of the long, wet muscle.

In and out. Twisting and grinding. He’s mindful not to accidentally graze you with his teeth as your body settles against his mouth.

He uses a combination of his lips and tongue to create a faint suction, which only adds to your stimulation. It doesn’t take him long to work you to an orgasm. But the taste of your orgasm is either lost to the sea, or it only invigorates his desire to lap at you. Because he doesn’t stop moving his tongue.

This results in a series of pathetic whines escaping you as the stimulation begins to feel more intense. The pleasure from your recent orgasm has only made you more sensitive. Tears well in your eyes and roll down your cheeks as the lines between agony and euphoria become hopelessly blurred. You aren’t sure if you want him to stop or if you’re desperate for him to continue.

All you can do is rock your hips desperately against his mouth as he coaxes you to another orgasm.

Your voice cracks from the pitch of your whine. Your body trembles and you nearly lose your grip on the railing. You shamelessly rock against his tongue as he still refuses to give you a break.

Heavens, he is relentless in his drive to lap at you. The soft papillae on his tongue continuously grind against your clitoris, which has grown engorged from the mixture of arousal and abuse.

Those same papillae stimulate your vaginal cavern as he continuously thrusts his tongue in and out of your trembling body.

With you so overstimulated and sensitive, it takes next to nothing for him to make you orgasm again. This time you can’t even make a noise as you attempt to moan.

You’re panting. Practically sobbing from the unrelenting pleasure as you climax against his still unrelenting tongue.

You can’t. It’s too much. Your grip on the railing relaxes as you nearly faint from the continuous assault of pleasure. In an instant your body is submerged entirely in the water.

Luckily, Sun understands that you cannot breathe underwater without your helmet on. He quickly removes his tongue and shifts beneath you so that he can use his tail to support you. He wraps his arms around the outside of your shelter. With one swift movement, he pushes you back up into your shelter.

He does this all so quickly that you’re pushed back into the air bubble before you can accidentally swallow water.

Still, you’re left gasping for air as you kneel on his body. With the stimulation finally gone, you’re left trembling. The sea water masks the tears rolling down your cheeks as you cough faintly from the sting in your throat.

It takes you a minute or so to come back down from your high. Sun remains beneath you, supporting your exhausted frame with his tail as you recover from his relentless assault on your vulva.

You only realize that you’re actually sitting on his pelvis when you become aware of his arousal brushing up against your back. Your already flushed cheeks somehow burn hotter as you take notice of his erection. You shift so that you can turn to face his impressive masculinity.

Given that he has to keep hold of your shelter to keep your weight from shoving him back down into the water, you don’t suspect that he’s intentionally offering you an invitation. But given your lingering arousal and his obvious interest, you can’t help but take this display as an invitation. He’ll pull away from you if he doesn’t want to be touched.

Tentatively you wrap your hand around him. He jolts in response, rattling your shelter in the process. But he doesn’t pull away. You take that as permission to continue.

As such, you begin to work your hand.

He’s a bit thick, but not so thick that you can’t wrap your fingers around him. He’s just incredibly long. As in a few feet long.

You wind up having to wrap your other hand around him in order to better stimulate his length. Its incredibly slick. Your hands glide across him without issue. You hear him making all manner of sweet noises in the water as you massage his pretty pink prick.

You aren’t all that surprised when he begins to wrap his willy around your arm. You would expect such an impressive phallus to be prehensile.

With him gripping you with the upper half of his masculinity, you move your hands lower to stimulate him. Based upon the sounds he’s making, he enjoys it.

You stroke him with one hand while teasing his cloaca with the other. Your fingers tease the meaty flesh around his opening, coaxing the lips further apart so that you can better see what you have to work with.

You can’t help but stare at his anatomy as you work your hands against him. The rosy hue of his flesh is so pretty. A soft smile tugs at your lips as you find his anus.

Seeing as he insisted on overstimulating you, you can’t help but want to return the favor. You start with a finger to test the waters. He releases a loud trill in response as he ruts against your shelter with his tail. You take that as a sign of approval and slip in another finger. Again he trills.

You focus your hands around the flesh nearest his cloaca, allowing him to stimulate the rest of his shaft himself as he coils it around your arm.

You slowly work your hand into his anus. With his larger size, you aren’t really worried about hurting him. The hole should stretch just fine. But you are putting your hand in a delicate part of his anatomy, so you make sure not to rush.

Sun effectively sings his pleasure to you as you caress him, inside and out. His muscles clench lightly around you as he approaches orgasm. He squeezes your hand with his arse and he constricts your arm with his phallus as he reaches his peak.

He makes a mess of your body with just a single orgasm. A literal gallon of ejaculate spurts all over you, if not more. And it takes him a long time for him to empty himself of his seed. You find yourself continuing to stimulate him with your fingers as he rides out his two minute orgasm.

Hot and thick and messy. His ejaculate forms a puddle of white beneath your body as it spills out of him in strong, drawn out spurts. By the time he’s done, your literally left kneeling in a puddle of his spunk.

You pull your hand out of him once his muscles relax. You’re all wet and sticky from reaching inside of him.

Despite his recent ejaculation, he doesn’t let go of your arm. He resumes squeezing you with his phallus, letting out desperate little clicks as he starts to rut against your shelter.

You bite your lip as you wrap your head around the context of his behavior. He’s not satisfied with just the feel of your hands. He wants to mate with you. Though his length makes you a bit nervous, there’s no denying that you’re curious. After having felt the pleasure of his tongue, and after having seen his impressive output, you can’t help but want to test the limits of your anatomy.

Carefully, you lean back. You rest your head against the edge of the entrance, lifting and spreading your legs as you try to get comfortable on top of him.

With him wrapped around your arm, its a bit difficult to coax him into you. But as you guide the head of his masculinity to your slick, well prepped vulva, he gets the hint. He quickly uncoils himself from around your arm and settles the tip of his shaft in the palm of your hand to let you guide him.

He follows the warmth of your skin as you usher him between your legs. You take a deep breath as he finally nudges against your vulva.

He shoves himself inside without a second thought, coaxing a strangled gasp out of you. It didn’t hurt, thankfully. But the speed at which he forced himself into you definitely knocked the air out of your lungs.

You have to use your hand to prevent him from trying to shove more of his length into your body than you could handle. As bold as you are, you understand specific limitations of your body. Less than half of his length can actually be ushered inside of you.

Not that he seems to mind. Once he gets a feel of how deep he’s able to go, he doesn’t try to force himself in past those limits.

So you lie back and let him rut against you.

Your shelter rocks ever so slightly as he clenches his pelvis muscles to thrust his phallus in and out of your waiting vulva. Thanks to his slick shape, he slides in and out without issue, allowing you to just relax as the pleasure courses through your body.

You let go of his shaft once you realize that he isn’t trying to test the durability of your insides. You bring that hand to your pelvis, where you begin to lazily thumb your clitoris in time with his thrusts.

He stretches you out so nicely. He slides himself inside of you in smooth, quick motions. But he never uses enough force to risk harming you.

You let your voice get away from you as you listen to his voice in turn. He sings his song of pleasure in a series of trills and clicks. You moan, encouraging him to work both of you to completion with words he doesn’t understand.

This is a stark contrast to the relentless pleasure that he had subjected you to through the use of his tongue. He’s slow and steady with you now, allowing the bliss to wash over you like waves upon the sand. You control the extra spikes of pleasure with every flick of your fingers against your clitoris. Mating with him is passionate and pleasant.

The only thing you foolishly failed to take into account was his well established output as he climaxes inside of you. He continues to thrust even as he floods your body with his seed.

You maintain steady stimulation of your clitoris as your abdomen bulges faintly from the volume of his climax. As the pressure builds inside of you, you watch his seed spray out of you in short streams with every movement of his shaft.

For the next two minutes, you mindlessly endure his orgasm. For the next two minutes, its as if you two nothing but orgasm. The tension in your abdomen, the pleasure of his thrusts, and the movements of your fingers all work in unison to trap you at the peak of pleasure.

Tears resume rolling down your face as you willingly subject yourself to this overstimulation. All the while you pant and moan his name as he makes an absolute mess of your body.

He reluctantly slides himself out of you once his orgasm ends. Though he obviously wants to continue, he also needs to rest.

His half erect masculinity flops and sags against your thigh as he too catches his breath. The remainder of his trapped seed pours out of you onto his abdomen. You watch your stomach return to its usual shape as the excess fluid is forced out by your clenching muscles.

Thoroughly exhausted, you remain on top of him. He continues to cling to the outside of your shelter, releasing a series of pleased trills as he comes down from his high.

You don’t know what came over him to make him come onto you so strongly, but whatever it was, you hope it happens again soon.

[puddleferns]

Guide to FloeClan

Hey guys, this is the guide to my FanClan, FloeClan! I've been working on this guide for... well, literal years I suppose, as this all started from a roleplay I hosted a few years back on Wattpad. This Clan means a whole lot to me, and I've wanted to share them for a while now, and I hope to one day post some stories with this fun little cat culture that I've created. Enjoy!!

Summary:

Often believed to be a myth by locals, these cats are the source of many stories. They are quiet and ghost-like, drifting in and out with the seasons. Sometimes people search for them, out on the ice, but are never successful. Seeing one of these elusive ice-cats is often considered good luck.

Territory & Camp:

FloeClan lives out on the ice floes of the Arctic Circle, where polar bears and orca whales reign supreme

Ice floes are usually barren, but enough snow drifts around to make a small, ragged camp

They don’t have a specific territory, since marking borders would lead predators right to their camp. Instead they travel far and wide to find food and resources

Out on the ice it is often foggy, making the territory all the more difficult to traverse

When they make camp, there are no separate dens for ranks. Warriors, apprentices, queens, elders, and even the high ranks of leader, deputy, and medicine cat all share one den to keep warm. This den is built out of tightly packed snow and lined with animal pelts for bedding

While the cats all sleep in the same den, they build a separate ‘day den’ for kits to spend the day in. This keeps them out of the main den and out from under the paws of elders and warriors trying to grab some shut eye, and doubles as a private meeting area for important business matters

Appearance:

FloeClan cats are thick-furred, heavyset cats with large, sharp eyes and narrow faces

Likely descended from escaped Maine Coon kittypets, they are massive in size and stature

Their fur is double-layered, with a dark, dense undercoat and a lighter topcoat that is waterproof

The undercoat colors range to different colors of black, gray, and brown. The undercoat is always darker than the topcoat

The topcoat has a wider range of colors, including cinnamon, light ginger, pale gray, silver, and white. Few cats are pure white, instead often being patched or tortoiseshell. This lighter topcoat helps them blend in with the ice

Their fur is thicker around their face, neck, and tail. This keeps wind and cold away from their eyes and other places where heat easily escapes

The pads of their paws are thick and tough, hardened from the ice, with long claws to grip it better

Their legs are often slightly shorter than the average cat, to keep them lower against the wind and to help with stalking

Weight is hard to gain out here, with all calories going straight into survival. Instead they have a lot of muscle from vigorous training

Even with extra muscle, these cats are still pretty thin. They are hardened from the cold, though, because of all the extra fur

Most everything about FloeClan cats is stumpy or short. For example, their ears are small and rounded to keep them safe from the wind. The only exception is their tails, which are long and fluffy, used for balance, swimming, and keeping warm, and their muzzles, which are long to prevent the wind from battering their faces

The more fur, the more attractive you’re considered. Lighter colored fur is also more desirable due to its ability to blend in with ice and snow. Dark fur is considered extremely unattractive, even in small amounts

Eye colors vary, though darker colors are more common

Frostbite is a real issue out on the ice, meaning it’s not uncommon for cats to be missing toes, ears, and tail-tips

Scars are also a very attractive feature for these cats. Having scars shows that you fought for your survival and won, and are a sign of great strength and perseverance

Skills:

FloeClan cats have different positions in the Clan based on their individual skill set. However, the traits everyone shares include:

Swimming. These cats are powerful swimmers, with waterproof fur, large paws, and long tails. Despite their shorter legs, they are able to keep up with their incredible stamina.

Stamina is also a skill they all possess. Cats can walk for days at a time without growing tired, and swim for hours on end. 

Keeping warm is super important out on the ice, and FloeClan cats excel at it. Thick fur, tough paws, they’ve got it all. They are also creative and resourceful, able to figure things out quickly to keep themselves alive.

FloeClan cats have a very good internal clock and compass. Living in overcast darkness for three quarters of the year will do that to you.

While guard cats are specially trained in fighting techniques, all FloeClan cats know basic moves to help them win against an opponent. Usually their threats are animals much larger than them, and they will work in tandem with their Clanmates to gain the upper paw in a battle

Positions & Roles:

Leader: The leader is the head of the Clan, who makes sure everything is running smoothly and orderly. They make all the big decisions, though usually with the help of the deputy and medicine cat

Deputy: The deputy is second-in-command, and typically holds almost as much power as the leader. They organize the Clan and help distribute resources. They also help handle minor disputes, while larger arguments sometimes have to go to the leader

Healer: These cats are very valuable out in the harsh conditions, with knowledge of how to help almost any ailment. Their knowledge of herbs is what allows the Clan to thrive, and defeat illnesses and injuries that would otherwise be devastating. They oversee the wellbeing of all cats in the Clan, both physically and mentally. Healers are allowed to produce kits, but not allowed to take mates or raise any kittens they have, as their sole responsibility is to keep the Clan healthy

Seer: The religious heads of FloeClan, they seek out signs in the nature around them for messages from the ancestors, and interpret omens and dreams. They are usually adept at peacekeeping, and they bless mated pairs. Seers are responsible for singing the ceremonial hymns during ceremonies and celebrations. They are allowed to produce kits due to the limited gene pool, but are not allowed to take a mate. Any kits they have will not be theirs to raise, due to having to dedicate themselves to their Clanmates and ancestors

Warriors: FloeClan splits up its warriors into separate groups based on their skill sets. Each group has a different role and responsibility, though no one group is ever considered above the rest. The groups each have a Head, who is the leader of the specific group and is usually the eldest cat

Hunter: These cats make up the majority of the warriors of FloeClan. They are fast and good at stalking. They leave in large groups for days at a time, braving weather and predators, to find food for their Clan. These cats have to be tough and resourceful in order to find prey in the harsh environment. They also have to work well in a group. Much of their prey is a lot larger than a single cat, so every cat’s strength is needed to provide food for their Clan

Guard: Guard cats are the biggest and strongest warriors of FloeClan. They are both the first and last lines of defense in the event of trouble, and their main purpose is to protect the Clan. When not guarding the camp, it is also their job to oversee repairs and construction, as the best defense out on the ice is a strong camp. These cats must be brave and selfless, and always on alert for danger

Scout: Another large part of FloeClan’s warriors are the scouts. These cats spend their days keeping the territory safe. They go around and sniff out threats, and in conjunction with the water watchers, warn the Clan of incoming storms. These cats are speedy and observant, never missing a single thing. Typically a couple scouts will accompany the hunters when they leave, as they are useful for their advanced tracking skills and great bearings of their surroundings. It is also useful to have a cat who can quickly find their way home in case of emergency

Prey Gutter: These cats have an extremely important job: prey distribution. They take prey and remove the pelts to line nests with, and use the fat to feed hungry queens and kits. Some animals have blubber, which can be used to help cats stay afloat, or to insulate the den more. Some prey items are too large for one cat, so prey gutters split them into evenly-sized pieces. It is their job as well to monitor the food intake of the Clan, and make sure the cats who need it most get enough to eat. They are also responsible for removing bones and fur and burying them far away from camp. These cats are very good with coordination and precision

Water Watcher: Water watchers have a very important role in the Clan: predicting the weather. During the cold months, they function as scouts, observing the borders and watching for oncoming storms. But as the weather warms, they split off on their own to watch the ice. These cats pass down knowledge from generation to generation, techniques and skills older than most of the Clan cats. They function well as a team, and work alongside the leader, deputy, and medicine cat to decide when the Clan should leave the ice floes. When not performing duties outside of camp, they are responsible for learning the Clan legends and learning the hymns to tell the stories to younger generations

Trainer: This is a position with limited space, usually made up of cats who are extremely experienced, but not quite ready to join the elders yet. These cats teach the trainees all the basics required of a FloeClan cat; hunting, fighting, swimming, etc. They build the foundations that the other positions then use to build a warrior who can excel in their specialty. Their job is very important, because they are responsible for developing the skills of all the Clan’s future warriors

Trainee: Trainees are cats between the ages of 6-12 moons. They spend the first six moons under the Trainers, learning basic skills, before they are tested to determine which specialized position best suits them

Apprentice: Apprentices are cats between the ages of 12-18 moons, undergoing their secondary training in their specific role. Rather than being taught by one mentor, apprentices are mentored by all warriors in their specific position, so they can learn skills and strengths from every cat

Acolyte: Acolytes are the trainees and apprentices of the healers and seers. Selected at a very young age based on signs and omens from the ancestors, acolytes spend their entire year of training learning healing or omen interpretation. They receive occasional lessons from trainers, but their time is largely spent with their one or two specific mentors to learn their ways

Queen: Queens are she-cats who are expecting or nursing kits. This is not a permanent positon, as they only hold it for about six moons. Some queens even go back to their warrior duties at around three moons, when their kits are weaned

Kit: A kit is a cat who is less than six moons old. They are the Clan’s number one priority, and are looked after collectively. Young kits don’t do too much, but as they get older they are allowed (and sometimes expected) to help out with chores around camp. For the most part, though, a kit’s day will mostly consist of playing and early training techniques

Elder: These are cats who have done their duty to the Clan, and are now able to reap the benefits. Elders are treated with an incredible amount of respect for their service. Elders are not expected to contribute to the prey pile, instead their responsibilities lie in keeping the camp running and organized, and learning to sing the hymns of legend to pass stories down to the younger generations

Traditions & Customs:

FloeClan cats are very superstitious, and will often interpret everything as a sign from their ancestors. There isn’t a name for their collective ancestors, they are referred to as just that: ancestors, or warrior ancestors

Even during the warm months, FloeClan cats like to cuddle. On the ice, they sleep in a giant pile, keeping everyone warm throughout the night. Because of this, they often crave physical contact. Snuggling, nuzzling, and sharing tongues is done with every cat regardless of relationship

FloeClan only recognizes two seasons; the warm season and the cold season. The warm season is very short and spent on land, as the ice they live on is melted. The cold season lasts most of the year, and is spent on the frozen ice floes

With their fur being so incredibly thick, proper fur care is a must. Cats spend lots of time combing through their fur to keep it tangle-free, and are always willing to help a Clanmate with a stubborn knot or a hard-to-reach area

FloeClan cats hate losing, and can be very competitive

The entire Clan is a very close-knit community who place a lot of emphasis on caring for one another. They have a 'no cat left behind' policy

The different working groups within the Clan function almost as their own family units. They are extremely close with each other, sometimes even over their biological kin

These cats are incredibly proud and suspicious. Outsiders are very rarely welcomed, and must prove themselves before they can stay

It is acceptable to have kits with outsiders, but it is generally frowned upon for outsiders to join the Clan. it is believed they won’t be able to handle the harsh lifestyle and will instead be a burden, so cats that don’t belong to the Clan are usually avoided unless it is for the express purpose of having kittens- and even then the cats are often very choosey with their outsider mates, only wanting cats who they think will create the best possible future warriors

FloeClan cats are musically inclined. They have hymns they sing as a way to pass time and tell their legends. They celebrate the solstices and the equinoxes and have special songs for each. For celebration and ceremonial hymns seers are the singers while the rest of the cats keep the rhythm, and for legends water watchers are the singers. There is a song for basically every occasion

There are many prayers FloeClan cats say to their ancestors, and it is part of their training that apprentices learn all the most important ones. A typical prayer for good luck hunting is “Ancestors keep my claws sharp, my legs strong, my nose keen, and my eyes clear”

Every spring, FloeClan participates in a tradition called the Great Swim. When the ice melts too much for them to stay, they must swim to shore, and live there until the ice reforms in the winter. The journey is incredibly dangerous, because not only are there strong, cold ocean currents, there are also predators lurking all around. Blubber and fat is rubbed on the fur of kits, queens, elders, and apprentices, to keep them warm and buoyant along the way

The Clan lives on the mainland for the spring and summer, which are both fairly short. They use this time to fatten up and collect lots of herbs to take back to the ice

While large storms are difficult, FloeClan excels at making light of them. They all gather in the den with plenty of prey to wait out the days telling stories, singing hymns, and snuggling until the storm dies down

Cats in this Clan hate to be idle. Even elders who are retired from warrior duties still contribute and work within the camp to the best of their abilities. It isn’t uncommon for parents to return to warrior duties when their kits are weaned

FloeClan uses something called the covenant system. Two cats entering a covenant is basically getting ‘married’. During a ceremony initiated by the medicine cat they each draw blood from one another, symbolizing they are now as close as if they were blood. Cats in a covenant are loyal to each other above all others, save for the Clan as a whole

Typically a covenant is romantic, but they can be arranged as well. If a cat gets to a certain age without entering one, the medicine cats may have them enter one with another single cat in order to have kits. It’s seen as a duty to the Clan to have and raise kits, and so arranged pairs to produce kits is not considered weird for them. For arranged covenants, after kits are apprenticed there is an option to annul it if the cats are truly not compatible, but for the most part a covenant is for life

It is seen as irresponsible to have kits outside of a covenant, as the covenant is a promise both cats make to stick together, and without one the cats have no obligation to stay together and raise the kits. Due to their superstitious nature, it is also often believed kits born outside of a covenant will be cursed

To prevent unwanted kits, medicine cats will create an herb mixture to render the warriors infertile for a short period of time. While having kits is important and it is seen as a responsibility to your Clan to reproduce, proper planning is just as important, especially with the harsh seasons

All types of relationships are accepted, but cats who chose a same-sex partner may be frowned upon, as raising kits is incredibly important. Same-sex partners may still produce kits with another cat 

When kits are born, big litters are very common. More uncommon however is an entire litter making it to apprenticeship. Life on the ice is unforgiving

Legacy naming is a fairly common practice in FloeClan. It is typical to see at least one kit per litter be named after a lost loved one in their memory

Kits’ names are kept private until their eyes are open and they can walk, where they will have a ceremony and be introduced to the Clan by their parents

When a cat becomes pregnant, both parents step down from warrior duties to raise the kits together. Raising kits takes a lot of time and effort, and the queens get as much help as they need

A rather unsavory part of FloeClan life is when a cat’s life is at its end. Elders who no longer wish to continue with the harsh life may join their ancestors earlier than they were intended to by ranging out onto the ice until weather or a predator claims them. This is an acceptable tradition, as the Clan cannot care for cats who can’t pull their weight in some way, and FloeClan cats hate to feel idle and useless. The cat leaving will be sent off with a hymn of honor for their sacrifice so their Clan may continue in their stead

Death a Clan member is a very hallowed time. After a cat dies, the whole Clan comes a standstill, and they grieve for four days and four nights - two days for the warm season, two days for the cold season - and only necessary patrols are sent out. The rest of that time is spent telling stories of the cat’s life, singing and praying to guide them to their new home in the afterlife, and providing support for their closest friends and family

FloeClan cats get water burials. While out on the ice the body is sunk in a seal-hole, and while on land the body is floated off the shoreline and out into the ocean

And that's all for now! It's likely I'll edit this post at some point, adding to some of the sections and the like. But this is it for the time being, and I'm so excited to share it with y'all! Please feel free to leave comments and send asks about this Clan; I will be so happy to answer any questions! <3

[scriptdogtor]

Let’s talk territory. If this adaptation wants to remain true to the original, mermaids have predators like sharks.

What about orcas?

So like, how do they keep safe? Do sharks recognize territories like mammals do?

Also, if we are to assume merpeople get high, are there any underwater equivalents of weed?

Oooh, these are interesting! I'll try to break these down since there's a lot to elaborate on for each, but I might expand upon these bits if anyone has additional thoughts/questions.

First thing's first, from an ethology perspective:

We tend to interpret animal behavior from a human lens.

This is a natural, normal thing to do. We see a dog behaving a certain way and we attach a label (dominant/jealous/needy/etc.) to it. This gives us shorthand to communicate, but it can perpetuate myths or even miscolor our interpretations of what animals do. So when we talk about behavior, it's important to start with what we can see in the field vs. how we interpret it first.

Animals respect territorial boundaries becomes this species keeps to a defined, measurable range. Animals mark along the edges of this range.

Merfolk & Shark Predation

I've seen stories that have merfolk diets all over the place and that's great for storytelling potential. I know what you mean by the OG tales featuring shark attacks, but I'm not sure that means a shark would choose a merperson over easier prey.

I'll focus on sharks adapted to pursue larger prey. Think Great Whites, maybe Threshers, or Tiger Sharks. These sharks tend to be opportunistic feeders and are drawn to particular types of movement. They have preferred prey and it's not humanlike.

Thresher shark hunting (which gives me ideas for predatory merfolk):

Great White hunting patterns discovered by dorsal fin cameras (overdramatized but good info)

Merfolk have a size and likely social advantage to seals. For prey of opportunistic animals, it pays to be faster, smarter, or more difficult to catch than the prey next to you.

Love this practical breakdown of film shark attacks, and one of the most important things about this is that most shark "attacks" are curiosity rather than predation. Lots of good info about adaptations, too!

Orcas as Apex Predators

Orcas are efficient predators. That doesn't make them universally dangerous to humans or humanlike creatures, but our perception of their behavior has a lot to do with culture. They're also large enough that non-predatory behavior could seriously injure a creature our size.

I have been shoved by a cow and stepped on by draft horses, but I have not been shoved by an animal who swims better than I do and is 13,000 lbs.

Ultimately, a seal is going to make a more efficient meal for an orca, but there are so many regional differences in orca populations that maybe they might be a danger to some merfolk? Mer do have the advantage of not needing to go to the surface to breathe, so they could simply wait them out.

Also, shoutout to the Little Mermaid series because we all love Spot. You can tell where the animators referenced male and female orcas by how they shaped his dorsal fin.

Note on Sharks & Territorial Range:

I'm not actually sure what we know about sharks having defined ranges or not. I don't think they do? At least not in the way humans think about territories, which comes from our culture of defined, strict, labelled nation boundaries.

A lot of predators will stick around a certain range if they've got prey (see: some orcas sticking to food-rich areas in ranges as small as a few miles) but I don't know of any behaviors that maintain that range.

Any marine bio friends have any insights?

Merfolk Defenses

Even if they aren't a primary food source, merfolk can deliberately keep themselves safe. We can infer defenses from our similar anatomy and pull from what we know about marine life, too.

Likely defenses:

Social grouping. Your friends can watch your back.

Intelligence. Coordination means you're much more difficult to catch and much more dangerous.

Endurance. Humans aren't physically the best at much, but we were originally meant to tire out our prey.

Applying camouflage. You have the issue of both skin and scales/fins, but humans have been applying camouflage to themselves since the beginning of time. Merfolk can probably do the same.

Tools & weapons. Think of all the glass that gets littered in the ocean. Ouch.

Some cool adaptations for your stories:

Fin shape adapted for fast, efficient movement. I'm interested because 2023 Ariel's fin shape implies she moves more slowly than a few of her sisters.

Spiny fins. Careful your spines don't injure your merfriend's skin, though.

Echolocation or lateral line sensation. Perception equals better awareness of your surroundings before a predator can catch up.

Marine Recreational Substances - Tetrodotoxin

I had no idea what to title this. So you get this one!

With any substance, the dose makes the poison and the dose makes the high. My first thought is obviously tetrodotoxin, or the venom found in pufferfish. It's a sodium-channel blocker and can interfere with nerve/muscle communication.

Other sodium-channel blockers include lidocaine and cannabidiol. I'm not experienced enough in pharmacology to tell you how different these might be, but drugs that have the same mechanisms of action can have vastly different effects. Some drugs are more specific than others and have more narrow margins of safety. Still...it's interesting to think about.

I'll have to look into other venoms to see how they work, too.

[echo-of-sounds]

I haven't written them yet, but I've been thinking about doing some headcanons for the guys with a chubby partner. I've seen plenty of people do this before though. I often feel they're overdone and just repetitive, sometimes giving off a belittling feeling, like not addressing any health issues or insecurities, or how your issues are brushed aside because of your body/size, or how people treat and look at you differently, or how horrendous clothes shopping is, or feeling like you shouldn't get to hug and cuddle another because you're not small and lightweight, or how 'it's okay to be chubby' but only if you're chubby in a very specific way or else you're undesirable, or constantly comparing a chubby person's stomach/thighs to furniture and pillows as if we're things and not people that can be cute and attractive and sexy and desirable.

Anyway...

I just wanted to get some smutty thoughts out of the guys fucking their chubby partner because I'm incredibly tired but can't sleep and kinda horny but not feeling well enough to take care of it.

Since he has different than 'normal' skin, Gang Orca constantly rubs yours, feeling how your body and pudge give. On the couch, he touches you so casually yet so endearingly. And seeing the elastic on your underwear or stockings squishing into you acts like some sort of aphrodisiac, pulling his hands back. Kugo will stroke and knead and pinch and lick until you fall asleep.

Aizawa doesn't show outward emotions a lot, even to those he's closest to. But when he gets randy, his body tells on him. It isn't overly overt. Sometimes it's just feeling dark eyes watching you or heated hands sneaking under your shirt to rest on your stomach. But the petting can quickly turn to deep kissing and heavy grinding as he finger fucks you, occasionally pulling back to bite your breast.

Hound Dog loves fucking you from behind, gripping your tummy or love handles or breasts. He squeezes only them as he thrusts, making you wiggle and moan desperately from his cock, straining your skin and front wall. Any scratches he leaves, he licks. But it quickly turns into more sex, digging his nails into your thighs, keeping you nice and still as he fucks you balls-deep, leering at your bouncing body. You're still small compared to, and he's gonna manhandle you like you deserve.

Hizashi loves breasts — sucking on nipples, kissing your areola, watching how your skin presses and molds under his fingers and teeth. God, he loves it. Marks and scars don't bother him. He just wants to suck on them, rutting into you as he fondles your sides, his mouth refusing to let go of your breasts.

Toshinori knows how having a different body is difficult. People think you're ugly or gross for simply standing there. But he always kisses the anxiety away. Gentle and passionate kisses drift down your neck, softly pulling your skin between his lips, gracing it with his tongue before moving on to where he truly loves — your thighs. His hands easily cover them. Thin fingers hold them like they're glass, kissing and sucking on sensitive skin, heated breathes growing closer to your panties. His fingertips slowly stroke under them.

[plush-rabbit]

Gang Orca Headcanons

Request: If you’re comfortable with it, can I request sfw and nsfw headcanons of Gang Orca? 🥺 I saw him drawn in casual clothes once and it did something to me 😳

A/N: I love gang orca,,, anything big and looks like it could kill me, sign me up

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SFW:

Kugo is a sweetheart. Due to his appearance, it’s difficult for him to actually get into a relationship and allow people to get close to him, so he’s one to let things be taken slow and can even be oblivious to advances made towards him. Once in a relationship, he’s a very gentle lover, always being careful with you due to his size. He’s one for the tender moments of a relationship, holding your hand and tracing the lines on your palms, comparing hand sizes and cupping your hands in his, and treating you as if you were made of porcelain so delicate that even his stare alone could break you. To him, you are something that he will take care of, letting his snout brush against your palms gently as he holds them close to his face.

While he is excited to be in a relationship with you, he is rather reserved about it. He won’t show you off nor make a big deal out of it. He’s one to keep you a bit of a secret, inviting you to the office but dismissing any ideas that you are together, or being seen with you in public outings such a park or a restaurant but moving onto the next question when asked about his status with you. He rather not have you in the spotlight despite what you say, wanting to make sure that you stay comfortable around him. There will be a few times where he’ll reach his hand towards you, nervous to grasp it and will look away when he does so. His words will slur together, lips moving faster than what his mind can actually articulate as he tries to ignore the cheeky smile you’re giving him.

Despite being a hero, he is easily flustered. Due to a lack of relationships, he’s rather nervous about it all. He isn’t one to make the first move out in public and it will take his entire willpower to actually do so. If you are one to commit first, he’s turning the other way and walking with you in silence. He’s slow to grow confident in making the first move and his insecurity does stem from his appearance, so when he actually commits to showing affection first that is his show of growth and trust towards you. His hands will hold yours, his speech steady and his eyes never leaving yours and if there are little to no eyes on the both of you, he’ll lean down and press himself against the top of your head.

As the relationship progresses, he starts to be more intimate towards you. At home, he’s quite used to lifting you up to help you reach the top shelf so when you both go out to the store together, his instincts act out. He’ll lift you up without realizing what he’s doing, only to realize once he’s set you down. He can’t look at you afterwards, closing his eyes tightly and shaking his head when you tug on his bicep. He likes to keep the relationship somewhat on the more hidden side so when he does something like that, he’s instantly flustered. He’s learned that the quickest way to end your teasing is to do something similar again, so unexpectedly, he’ll lift you once more, having you grab at some random item just to see you grow flustered by the sudden lift. He’ll even be one to tease you afterwards, commenting on how you grabbed the wrong item, tepping close towards you, his chest pressed near you as he reaches above to replace the item, smiling widely when you look away from him.

A relationship with the hero is something that grows slowly and is filled with tenderness and love. Kugo is a giving man, someone sensitive who is a bit oblivious and nervous when it comes to expressing his feelings. A relationship with him is having you close to him, constantly wanting you by his side and admiring you from afar. He’s surprisingly affectionate, always wanting to have you touching him, never satisfied unless he’s sat beside you. It could be complete silence, and he’ll be happy with you just by him, your legs on his lap or resting beside him. The relationship means a lot to him, he’ll gift you matching necklaces, something small and meaningful. He’s a very touch based person, wanting to keep you close and having a hand on you when you both go out in public.

NSFW:

It’s no surprise that Kugo has a size kink. He’s larger than most, so he takes great pride in his size. When buried deep in you, he’ll comment at how tight you feel, clenching your hole around him, milking him as he thrusts into you. His hand will wrap around your throat, face close to yours, his body heavy as he tells you how you’re already starting to bulge with just his cock halfway inside of you. His hands will hold you up as he lifts you into the air, your body bent and close to his as he squishes your cheeks together, your lips pursed as he asks you how to describe how his cock feels inside of you. He gets off knowing he’s bigger, watching his cock disappear into your hole, hearing your whines and gasps, hands clawing at your sides when you tell him it's starting to sting.

He has a bit of a fixation surrounding your mouth. He likes seeing your mouth puffy from how harsh he’s kissed you, his thumb pulling in your bottom lip watching your eyes half lidded with lust. He’s constantly fixated on your mouth, pushing the tip of his cock past your lips, a hand curved on your head as he asks for you to suck on it, watching you struggle to even fit most of it in your mouth. He’ll snap a few pictures of when you lay on your back, his cock in your mouth as your throat bulges with his shape, drool slipping past and coating you in a thick layer that leaves you gasping for breath when he pulls out. He’ll hook two fingers inside of your mouth and pull out, thrusting harsher into you when he hears you gag and feels your molars squeeze against his fingers.

A bit of a risk taker, he loves to have you in his office late at night, just when everyone has left and the building should be empty. He’ll guide you to his desk, have you lay on your back and ask you to spread your thighs for him, his hands already toying with your sex as he leans to kiss you. The door will remain unlocked, as he buries himself deep inside of you, his hand holding your back while the other toys with your chest, teasing at your nipple and playing with the bud. If you were to wrap your hands around his tie and tug, he’s giving you a sadistic smile, pulling you closer and shoving his tongue inside of your mouth, his cock still inside of you as he tells you to start moving on your own, using his tie as a handle to keep yourself steady.

Your bare sex will be against his clothed thigh, the white pants soiled with your arousal as you ride him. His moans fuel you, his arms spread and head thrown back. He’ll keep you steady, his hands holding your hips in place and having you move to his own rhythm as you start to touch yourself. If he’s not feeling up to having you ride his thigh, he’ll also pinch them together and place his cock in between, taking great pleasure at your soft thighs. He’ll rut against you, watching you try to touch yourself for some sort of relief as he spills over your stomach. It’s the act of not being able to feel you wholly that gets him off, watching you get off on something that isn’t his cock, fingers, or tongue, wanting to see the farthest that you’ll go just for relief. On the other hand, having your thighs hugging his cock is a desperate act that makes him feel as if he's doing something taboo.

Due to his appearance, he does like a bit of worship affecting intimacy. He wants to have you on your knees, your hands pressed together as you beg for his cock, your sex dripping with arousal as you inch closer, your mouth open and tongue out as you look up at him. Kugo wants to be reminded that he’s a hero, having you play the act of being a civilian wanting to thank him for his services. He’ll have you beg and worship his cock, your tongue licking at the thick vein that rests against the side. He’ll never be one to take advantage of his title as a hero, but seeing you on your knees, wanting to thank him, hearing the word hero roll off your tongue, leaves him thrusting his cock into you, his hand hooked into your mouth as he tells you to take it, that this is his version of a thank you and that you should be grateful that he’s even indulging in something so scandalous.

[creampuffqueen]

Guide to FloeClan

Hey guys, this is the guide to my FanClan, FloeClan! I've been working on this guide for... well, literal years I suppose, as this all started from a roleplay I hosted a few years back on Wattpad. This Clan means a whole lot to me, and I've wanted to share them for a while now, and I hope to one day post some stories with this fun little cat culture that I've created. Enjoy!!

@cowcowwow

Summary:

Often believed to be a myth by locals, these cats are the source of many stories. They are quiet and ghost-like, drifting in and out with the seasons. Sometimes people search for them, out on the ice, but are never successful. Seeing one of these elusive ice-cats is often considered good luck.

Territory & Camp:

FloeClan lives out on the ice floes of the Arctic Circle, where polar bears and orca whales reign supreme

Ice floes are usually barren, but enough snow drifts around to make a small, ragged camp

They don’t have a specific territory, since marking borders would lead predators right to their camp. Instead they travel far and wide to find food and resources

Out on the ice it is often foggy, making the territory all the more difficult to traverse

When they make camp, there are no separate dens for ranks. Warriors, apprentices, queens, elders, and even the high ranks of leader, deputy, and medicine cat all share one den to keep warm. This den is built out of tightly packed snow and lined with animal pelts for bedding

While the cats all sleep in the same den, they build a separate ‘day den’ for kits to spend the day in. This keeps them out of the main den and out from under the paws of elders and warriors trying to grab some shut eye, and doubles as a private meeting area for important business matters

Appearance:

FloeClan cats are thick-furred, heavyset cats with large, sharp eyes and narrow faces

Likely descended from escaped Maine Coon kittypets, they are massive in size and stature

Their fur is double-layered, with a dark, dense undercoat and a lighter topcoat that is waterproof

The undercoat colors range to different colors of black, gray, and brown. The undercoat is always darker than the topcoat

The topcoat has a wider range of colors, including cinnamon, light ginger, pale gray, silver, and white. Few cats are pure white, instead often being patched or tortoiseshell. This lighter topcoat helps them blend in with the ice

Their fur is thicker around their face, neck, and tail. This keeps wind and cold away from their eyes and other places where heat easily escapes

The pads of their paws are thick and tough, hardened from the ice, with long claws to grip it better

Their legs are often slightly shorter than the average cat, to keep them lower against the wind and to help with stalking

Weight is hard to gain out here, with all calories going straight into survival. Instead they have a lot of muscle from vigorous training

Even with extra muscle, these cats are still pretty thin. They are hardened from the cold, though, because of all the extra fur

Most everything about FloeClan cats is stumpy or short. For example, their ears are small and rounded to keep them safe from the wind. The only exception is their tails, which are long and fluffy, used for balance, swimming, and keeping warm, and their muzzles, which are long to prevent the wind from battering their faces

The more fur, the more attractive you’re considered. Lighter colored fur is also more desirable due to its ability to blend in with ice and snow. Dark fur is considered extremely unattractive, even in small amounts

Eye colors vary, though darker colors are more common

Frostbite is a real issue out on the ice, meaning it’s not uncommon for cats to be missing toes, ears, and tail-tips

Scars are also a very attractive feature for these cats. Having scars shows that you fought for your survival and won, and are a sign of great strength and perseverance

Skills:

FloeClan cats have different positions in the Clan based on their individual skill set. However, the traits everyone shares include:

Swimming. These cats are powerful swimmers, with waterproof fur, large paws, and long tails. Despite their shorter legs, they are able to keep up with their incredible stamina.

Stamina is also a skill they all possess. Cats can walk for days at a time without growing tired, and swim for hours on end. 

Keeping warm is super important out on the ice, and FloeClan cats excel at it. Thick fur, tough paws, they’ve got it all. They are also creative and resourceful, able to figure things out quickly to keep themselves alive.

FloeClan cats have a very good internal clock and compass. Living in overcast darkness for three quarters of the year will do that to you.

While guard cats are specially trained in fighting techniques, all FloeClan cats know basic moves to help them win against an opponent. Usually their threats are animals much larger than them, and they will work in tandem with their Clanmates to gain the upper paw in a battle

Positions & Roles:

Leader: The leader is the head of the Clan, who makes sure everything is running smoothly and orderly. They make all the big decisions, though usually with the help of the deputy and medicine cat

Deputy: The deputy is second-in-command, and typically holds almost as much power as the leader. They organize the Clan and help distribute resources. They also help handle minor disputes, while larger arguments sometimes have to go to the leader

Medicine Cat: These cats are very valuable out in the harsh conditions, with knowledge of how to help almost any ailment. They are usually adept at peacekeeping, and they bless mated pairs. Medicine cats are responsible for learning the Clan legends, and learning the hymns to tell the stories to younger generations. They are allowed to produce kits due to the limited gene pool, but are not allowed to take a mate. Any kits they have will not be theirs to raise, due to having to dedicate themselves to their Clanmates and ancestors

Warriors: FloeClan splits up its warriors into separate groups based on their skill sets. Each group has a different role and responsibility, though no one group is ever considered above the rest. The groups each have a Head, who is the leader of the specific group and is usually the eldest cat

Hunter: These cats make up the majority of the warriors of FloeClan. They are fast and good at stalking. They leave in large groups for days at a time, braving weather and predators, to find food for their Clan. These cats have to be tough and resourceful in order to find prey in the harsh environment. They also have to work well in a group

Guard: Guard cats are the biggest and strongest warriors of FloeClan. They are both the first and last lines of defense in the event of trouble, and their main purpose is to protect the Clan. When not guarding the camp, it is also their job to oversee repairs and construction, as the best defense out on the ice is a strong camp. These cats must be brave and selfless, and always on alert for danger

Scout: Another large part of FloeClan’s warriors are the scouts. These cats spend their days keeping the territory safe. They go around and sniff out threats, and in conjunction with the water watchers, warn the Clan of incoming storms. These cats are speedy and observant, never missing a single thing

Prey Gutter: These cats have an extremely important job: prey distribution. They take prey and remove the pelts to line nests with, and use the fat to feed hungry queens and kits. Some animals have blubber, which can be used to help cats stay afloat, or to insulate the den more. Some prey items are too large for one cat, so prey gutters split them into evenly-sized pieces. It is their job as well to monitor the food intake of the Clan, and make sure the cats who need it most get enough to eat. They are also responsible for removing bones and fur and burying them far away from camp. These cats are very good with coordination and precision

Water Watcher: Water watchers have a very important role in the Clan: predicting the weather. During the cold months, they function as scouts, observing the borders and watching for oncoming storms. But as the weather warms, they split off on their own to watch the ice. These cats pass down knowledge from generation to generation, techniques and skills older than most of the Clan cats. They function well as a team, and work alongside the leader, deputy, and medicine cat to decide when the Clan should leave the ice floes. When not performing duties outside of camp, they are in charge of the ceremonial hymns the Clan sings, and work on practicing them

Apprentice: Apprentices are cats between the ages of 6-12 moons. They are tested before their ceremony to determine which skill set best suits them. Rather than being taught by one mentor, apprentices are mentored by all warriors in their specific position, so they can learn skills and strengths from every cat. All apprentices are also taught the same basic skills of hunting, fighting, swimming, and survival techniques

Queen: Queens are she-cats who are expecting or nursing kits. This is not a permanent positon, as they only hold it for about six moons. Some queens even go back to their warrior duties at around three moons, when their kits are weaned

Kit: A kit is a cat who is less than six moons old. They are the Clan’s number one priority, and are looked after collectively. Young kits don’t do too much, but as they get older they are allowed (and sometimes expected) to help out with chores around camp. For the most part, though, a kit’s day will mostly consist of playing and early training techniques

Elder: These are cats who have done their duty to the Clan, and are now able to reap the benefits. Elders are treated with an incredible amount of respect for their service. Elders are not expected to contribute to the prey pile, instead their responsibilities lie in keeping the camp running and organized

Traditions & Customs:

FloeClan cats are very superstitious, and will often interpret everything as a sign from their ancestors. There isn’t a name for their collective ancestors, they are referred to as just that: ancestors, or warrior ancestors

Even during the warm months, FloeClan cats like to cuddle. On the ice, they sleep in a giant pile, keeping everyone warm throughout the night. Because of this, they often crave physical contact. Snuggling, nuzzling, and sharing tongues is done with every cat regardless of relationship

With their fur being so incredibly thick, proper fur care is a must. Cats spend lots of time combing through their fur to keep it tangle-free, and are always willing to help a Clanmate with a stubborn knot or a hard-to-reach area

FloeClan cats hate losing, and can be very competitive

The entire Clan is a very close-knit community who place a lot of emphasis on caring for one another. They have a 'no cat left behind' policy

The different working groups within the Clan function almost as their own family units. They are extremely close with each other, sometimes even over their biological kin

These cats are incredibly proud and suspicious. Outsiders are very rarely welcomed, and must prove themselves before they can stay

It is acceptable to have kits with outsiders, but it is generally frowned upon for outsiders to join the Clan. it is believed they won’t be able to handle the harsh lifestyle and will instead be a burden, so cats that don’t belong to the Clan are usually avoided unless it is for the express purpose of having kittens- and even then the cats are often very choosey with their outsider mates, only wanting cats who they think will create the best possible future warriors

FloeClan cats are musically inclined. They have hymns they sing as a way to pass time and tell their legends. They celebrate the solstices and the equinoxes and have special songs for each. For celebration and ceremonial hymns water watchers are the singers while the rest of the cats keep the rhythm, and for legends medicine cats are the singers. There is a song for basically every occasion

There are many prayers FloeClan cats say to their ancestors, and it is part of their training that apprentices learn all the most important ones. A typical prayer for good luck hunting is “Ancestors keep my claws sharp, my legs strong, my nose keen, and my eyes clear”

Every spring, FloeClan participates in a tradition called the Great Swim. When the ice melts too much for them to stay, they must swim to shore, and live there until the ice reforms in the winter. The journey is incredibly dangerous, because not only are there strong, cold ocean currents, there are also predators lurking all around. Blubber and fat is rubbed on the fur of kits, queens, elders, and apprentices, to keep them warm and buoyant along the way

The Clan lives on the mainland for the spring and summer, which are both fairly short. They use this time to fatten up and collect lots of herbs to take back to the ice

While large storms are difficult, FloeClan excels at making light of them. They all gather in the den with plenty of prey to wait out the days telling stories, singing hymns, and snuggling until the storm dies down

Cats in this Clan hate to be idle. Even elders who are retired from warrior duties still contribute and work within the camp to the best of their abilities. It isn’t uncommon for parents to return to warrior duties when their kits are weaned

FloeClan uses something called the covenant system. Two cats entering a covenant is basically getting ‘married’. During a ceremony initiated by the medicine cat they each draw blood from one another, symbolizing they are now as close as if they were blood. Cats in a covenant are loyal to each other above all others, save for the Clan as a whole

Typically a covenant is romantic, but they can be arranged as well. If a cat gets to a certain age without entering one, the medicine cats may have them enter one with another single cat in order to have kits. It’s seen as a duty to the Clan to have and raise kits, and so arranged pairs to produce kits is not considered weird for them. For arranged covenants, after kits are apprenticed there is an option to annul it if the cats are truly not compatible, but for the most part a covenant is for life

It is seen as irresponsible to have kits outside of a covenant, as the covenant is a promise both cats make to stick together, and without one the cats have no obligation to stay together and raise the kits. Due to their superstitious nature, it is also often believed kits born outside of a covenant will be cursed

To prevent unwanted kits, medicine cats will create an herb mixture to render the warriors infertile for a short period of time. While having kits is important and it is seen as a responsibility to your Clan to reproduce, proper planning is just as important, especially with the harsh seasons

All types of relationships are accepted, but cats who chose a same-sex partner may be frowned upon, as raising kits is incredibly important. Same-sex partners may still produce kits with another cat 

When kits are born, big litters are very common. More uncommon however is an entire litter making it to apprenticeship. Life on the ice is unforgiving

Legacy naming is a fairly common practice in FloeClan. It is typical to see at least one kit per litter be named after a lost loved one in their memory

Kits’ names are kept private until their eyes are open and they can walk, where they will have a ceremony and be introduced to the Clan by their parents

When a cat becomes pregnant, both parents step down from warrior duties to raise the kits together. Raising kits takes a lot of time and effort, and the queens get as much help as they need

A rather unsavory part of FloeClan life is when a cat’s life is at its end. Elders who no longer wish to continue with the harsh life may join their ancestors earlier than they were intended to by ranging out onto the ice until weather or a predator claims them. This is an acceptable tradition, as the Clan cannot care for cats who can’t pull their weight in some way, and FloeClan cats hate to feel idle and useless. The cat leaving will be sent off with a hymn of honor for their sacrifice so their Clan may continue in their stead

And that's all for now! It's likely I'll edit this post at some point, adding to some of the sections and the like. But this is it for the time being, and I'm so excited to share it with y'all! Please feel free to leave comments and send asks about this Clan; I will be so happy to answer any questions! &lt;3

[dougdimmadodo]

Hourglass Dolphin (Lagenorhynchus cruciger)

Family: Delphinidae (Marine Dolphin Family)

IUCN Conservation Status: Least Concern

Easily recognisable thanks to its relatively small size (typically around 1.8 meters long) and the distinctive black and white markings on its sides, this small dolphin is primarily found in the waters surrounding Antarctica (although on occasion it has been observed as far north as Chile.) As is typical for a dolphin it lives in social groups known as pods which typically consist of around 8 individuals, but which may have over 100 members. Its diet consists primarily of squids, but it may also consume crabs and small fish. Hourglass Dolphins are known for their habit of riding the bow waves produced by ships (the kinetic energy of these waves pushes them forwards, and therefore allows them to travel at greater speeds while using less energy,) and they have also been known to ride the waves produces by pods of larger cetaceans including fin whales, sei whales, common minke whales and even potential predators such as orcas. It is theorised that they breed during the Antarctic winter, but as the brutal cold and extreme weather that occurs during this season makes carrying out research very difficult little is known about the species’ lifecycle. Their habit of following boats to ride in their bow waves makes Hourglass Dolphins popular with ecotourists, and the remote nature of their habitat means that they are among the only species of cetaceans that are not believed to be experiencing declines in population.

Image Source: https://www.inaturalist.org/taxa/41512-Lagenorhynchus-cruciger

[siren1song]

All That Glitters

Summary: Virgil is not happy about Andy's refusal to give him his ring back. He'll have to figure out another way to get ahold of it, but for now he needed to get back to the sea floor before he depressurized from the changes his body went through at night.

Warnings: Mentions of eating people, mentions of cannibalism, if anything else needs tagged let me know.

Pairing: Platonic Dukexiety

Word Count: 1,232

Taglist: @acanvasofabillionsuns, @emo-disaster, @greenninjagal-blog, @jungle321jungle, @sleepy-sides, @gattonero17, @another-sandersidesblog, @strawberryjellystuff, @remusownsmyuwus, @logic-with-a-pinch-of-deceit, @demidork84, @gr3ml1n-loser, @main-chive, @kiribakuandcats, @firey-alex, @orca-iguana, @spooky-scary-virgil, @yalltookmyurlideas,

Notes: This. Was supposed to be Anxvi. And now there’s plot and world building. God damn it.

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Virgil wasn’t sure what to expect from the pirate human. He was used to eating before he asked questions, ripping flesh from bone before considering to negotiate. And sailor meat was always the perfect amount of salty for him to enjoy.

But Andy had something he wanted, and Virgil had to cooperate long enough to get it back. Then he’d eat him, though he looked stringy with too much muscle and not enough fat.

Well… that had been the plan at least. Missy had been a big woman, and Virgil had had a very nice fill of her.

And Andy, bastard he was, still refused to give the ring back.

“What, you thought I trusted you not to lure me in with your voice the second I gave you the ring back?” Andy asked, smirking down at him from where he was on the ship.

Virgil could easily climb up there. His claws were long enough to dig into the wood. He could even use his siren song to make the ass jump overboard and rip out his neck then.

He wouldn’t though. That would break his promise to Roman and Virgil always kept his word when it came to Roman.

Why the fuck he decided Virgil couldn’t obtain his ring by murder but any other time was okay, he would never know. Bastard died years ago.

“And you think it’s smart to piss off a siren because?” he growled, flexing his fingers just slightly, glancing at the sky when he hears his voice start echoing.

Sunset. His claws wouldn’t sink back in now, and his purple would now doubt be glowing to attract something for him to eat. He could bring something to Remus later, eight limbed fucker needed to eat too much and he didn’t have a siren voice to help him.

Andy shrugged, leaning against the railing of the boat and taunting Virgil by letting the ring on its chain dangle over the water.

If he was his full grown size, Virgil would’ve been able to grab it without having to climb the boat. As it was he was barely two hundred and the size a grown human man.

“I’m looking out for my own safety, siren. It’s a survival thing, I’m sure you understand?” he asked, his smirk growing when Virgil let out a loud hiss before finally ducking back into the water and shooting down.

He’d figure out how to get his ring back later, for now it was getting too dark for comfort and if he stayed in shallow waters he’d depressurize before he could get back to the sea floor.

Getting home wasn’t a challenge. Not when Remus gave off a stink for miles that for some reason only Virgil could tolerate and even then he often griped at him to turn it down.

Not like Remus could actually turn down the stench, Virgil just enjoyed giving him a hard time.

With an irritated snarl, Virgil pushed at the boulder covering the biggest entrance into the cave and slithered inside the small gap he managed to make.

“Ohohoho someone’s grumpy. Glad you made it back though. Can I eat you tonight?”

Virgil blinked down at the black void that was the bottom of the cave, frowning when all he could see was Remus’ green glowing eyes.

“Since when can you turn off your glow on your body?” he asked, darting to the side when a gooey tendril lashed out at him, stink coming off of the slime that was globbing in the water.

“I could always turn off my glow! Figured I’d try it this time to see if I could catch you.

Rolling his eyes, Virgil swam up to his perch. It was high enough Remus had to really stretch to get to him, and seeing as Remus didn’t usually put too much effort into trying to capture him for a snack, it was good enough for him.

“So did you get your ring back?”

With a snarl, Virgil grabbed a sharp rock and chucked it with all his strength down into the void.

“Oooh, that stung a little bit. Is that a no then? Did you eat him and forget to grab it before you swallowed it?”

“Sometimes Remus I consider asking you to turn up your stink in hopes you’ll suffocate in the slime,” he grumbled, peeking over his perch and resting his chin on his arm as he glared down.

Remus shifted in the void, pushing himself up enough that Virgil could see a vague outline of his face, though it was quickly brightened to a show how bony it looked when he grinned and the glowing algae growing on his teeth illuminated his skin.

“You know I can’t control my stink, V. And you know I wish I could, I’d have taken over so much land if I could. Stop bringing it up, yeah?”

Virgil scrunched up his nose, shifted to grab something from a shelf in the rock behind him and then threw down a massive hunk of flesh and blubber towards Remus.

The eldritch lurched upwards, snapping the meat into his jaw before he sunk back onto the cave floor.

“I’ll get a bigger hunt later, stop being so grumpy just because your hungry,” he said, settling back in his previous spot to watch as Remus tore into the fat.

The whole thing was gone in three bites. Virgil couldn’t help but hope he’d find another dead whale.

“Not my fault you always tease me before you give me something. Just because I don’t have self control doesn’t mean I want you to taunt me.”

Virgil snorted, using his tongue to pick at a piece of flesh caught between his teeth for a moment before he spoke up.

“Really? You seem to have fun when I make you work for it.”

Remus looked up at him, grinning manically with blubber caught in his own fangs as he used his overly long tongue to wipe at them.

“I do. Reminds me of when I was able to hunt for myself. You should come down here check if the injuries are healed yet.”

Virgil took that as his cue to lift himself from his laying position and go to a smaller exit of the cave he was only able to wiggle out of because the twisting coral just outside of it was difficult to navigate into.

“I’d rather not get eaten, Remus. I’ll bring another healer mer for you though that you can eat later.”

And then Virgil pushed himself out of the hole, carefully squirming through the coral and wincing at the shrieking whine Remus let out behind him.

Fuck he hated it when he did that. Virgil was lucky not to be in the cave when it happened or he would’ve started bleeding from his eyes again at the proximity.

Oh well, it’s time to go hunting. He’d found a mer settlement about a day from the cave, just out of reach from the stink, that he’d seen a healer working with some guppies.

He didn’t know mers with eight limbs existed. Remus had lead him to believe they were an eldritch only species. And the brightness of his color had been alarming.

Didn’t really matter though, he just wanted to help his friend get out of that stupid cave so he could finally stop hunting for him.

[springfallendeer]

Clinging to the Pleasure (Sun x M!Reader)

Guess what? Y'all are spoiled. If you identify as male or have a dick, you also get included in today's smut.

Takes place in the Subnautica AU. Female counterpart to this here.

Features oral, overstimulation, hand in anus, excessive cum, and other fun stuffs.

Large, clawed hands wrap around your legs as you attempt to climb back into your shelter. You lock your fingers around the thin metal rails that were used to allow for easy entry, preventing your body from being dragged back into the water. The small, underwater pod jolts and rocks from the sheer force of being seized. A soft curse rolls past your lips as you lazily kick your legs in the water.

This isn’t an entirely new scenario for you. The alien creature that has taken hold of you is not an enemy. Nor are they a threat. At least not to you. Quite the opposite.

The creature currently clinging to your legs is quite friendly. Generally speaking, they’re also quite helpful. They’ve been helpful since day one.

You don’t know why, but they took a liking to you as soon as they encountered you.

The strange alien merman began to follow you around and pine for your attention almost immediately. They studied your every action and began to mirror your behavior. Your alliance began quickly as a result.

Though communication has been difficult due to language barriers, their intelligence shines through. They have been an essential ally when it comes to finding food, fighting off predators, and collecting supplies.

Their presence also fends off the loneliness that comes with being isolated on an alien world. Which is both a blessing and a curse.

They’re a very social creature. Since having arrived here, you’ve learned a lot about their race through observation. Generally they travel in large groups.

Not this one. You’ve only ever seen this one socializing with one other individual of their kind. A blue one with a white patch on their face. One of the variants that prefers to linger in deep water.

You call that one Moon, because the white patch on his face resembles a crescent moon.

The one currently grabbing you is nicknamed Sun as a result. Named for their bright, sunny colors and playful personality. A little ball of sunshine.

A ball of sunshine that gets very, very lonely whenever Moon has to leave.

The blue one prefers to hunt alone. They swim off to some dark space to collect food. Sometimes they’re gone for half a day.

Sun has taken to using you for company whenever Moon leaves. Which has led to him developing a bit of an annoying habit.

That habit being trying to drag you back out of your shelter whenever you make a move to climb into it.

That’s why you didn’t initially panic when you felt his hands wrap around your legs. This highly intelligent, orca sized, alien predator isn’t trying to hurt you. They’re just lonely and in a clingy mood.

For as large as they are, they’re surprisingly gentle. Surprisingly aware of their own strength. So you know you’re not in danger when the tug on your legs.

Not so much when you feel their mouth testing the limits of your suit.

You jolt, rightly so, when you first feel it. The pressure of their mouth wrapping around a chunk of your leg.

Not to bite you. Not yet at least. You feel them use their teeth to hook the fabric of your wet suit and tug.

The only thing preventing you from kicking is the knowledge that their teeth could very easily puncture your flesh. So you fall still in their grip as you feel them nibbling at you.

Despite it being obvious that they aren’t trying to hurt you, you’re terrified. You’re terrified because this powerful creature with jaws that can break through bone is nipping at your legs.

They’ve got their arms around you to prevent you from escaping their curious mouthing.

The medical sensors in your suit sound off an alert in response to your spike in heart rate. Then a low oxygen warning hits you a short while after.

Without realizing it, you were holding your breath. You let out that shaky breath as you feel their mouth move to your inner thigh.

You have no idea what they’re trying to do. You have no idea why they’re doing this. All you can do is keep a firm grip on the railing and hope that the movements of their mouth aren’t the warning signs of malicious intent.

They’re not biting. Its more like they’re feeling you out with their teeth. There is a difference, but a very slight one.

You feel your legs spread as Sun moves his head between them.

Your breath hitches in your throat as you feel his mouth against your groin. You can’t help the startled jolt that rolls through you in response.

His teeth very lightly press into the fabric covering your genitals. You try to steady your breathing, but your breath hitches again at the next unexpected sensation. You felt a peculiar pressure against your crotch. The wet suit might prevent the bulk of the contact, but you know exactly what it was. That was his tongue.

A confused gasp escapes you as you feel it again. Then again. And again. You realize that he’s stroking your genital region with his tongue.

Any suspicion that this might be purely innocent behavior sank to the bottom of the sea when you felt his tongue start to press down. He was pressing his tongue against you in a way that implied that he was looking for something.

A hole, to be specific.

Your face flushes and you bite your lip, unable to prevent the natural reaction of your body. Heat pools between your legs as the realization sinks in.

The faint stimulation of his tongue rubbing against your clothed phallus does well enough at triggering a subdued arousal.

He’s being so gentle with you. The constant back and forth movements of his tongue send pleasant tingles running through you. It doesn’t take long for you to become aware of how tight your wet suit is as your growing erection presses against the cloth.

A repressed moan escapes you as he gradually begins to apply more force with his tongue.

You can feel it. He feels out where the hole he’s looking for is and he focuses the tip of his tongue on that spot.

Its as if he’s trying to break through the confines of your wet suit using only his tongue.

His persistence only adds to your growing arousal. But the lack of direct stimulation only adds to your frustration. Until now, you hadn’t been aware of how pent up you were. You had been so focused on survival that you had failed to take the time to relieve this biological urge.

Before long, you can’t help but want him to tear a hole in your wet suit.

The need for an orgasm is there and he’ll drive you mad if all he does is grind against you through the cloth. Without meaning too, you begin to rock your hips against his tongue. In doing so you unwittingly tell him that you want more. You give him permission to touch you directly, if only by absently riding on his tongue.

He pulls his mouth away briefly, coaxing a disappointed whine from your lips. But he proceeds to tear at the fabric of your wet suit using surgical precision. His teeth hook into the cloth on your inner thigh. With one swift motion, he tears the fabric away, exposing your shaft to the lukewarm water in the process. He does this without doing so much as nicking your skin with his teeth. An impressive feat, all things considered.

You tremble at the feel of the water hitting your heated skin. You tremble more as his tongue returns to finally meets your flesh. His tongue is a bit rough, but in a pleasant way. Covered in large, soft papillae that create extra friction against your skin as he laps at you.

This is when you realize how long his tongue actually is. He wraps his tongue around your phallus, sucking it into his mouth. He tucks his tongue between your shaft and your scrotum, before wrapping it around behind your sack.

With the cloth gone, his tongue is finally free to invade your arse. So it does just that.

You gasp as his tongue slides inside of you. He strokes and squeezes your cock with every movement of the long, wet muscle as he thrusts it into your arse.

In and out. Twisting and lightly tugging. He’s mindful not to accidentally graze you with his teeth as your body settles against his mouth.

Your manhood fully enters his maw, allowing him to keep you nice and warm as he pleases you. He uses a combination of his lips and tongue to create a faint suction, which only adds to your stimulation.

It doesn’t take him long to work you to an orgasm. But the taste of your orgasm is either lost to the sea, or it only invigorates his desire to lap at you. Because he doesn’t stop moving his tongue.

This results in a series of pathetic whines escaping you as the stimulation begins to feel more intense. The pleasure from your recent orgasm has only made you more sensitive. Tears well in your eyes and roll down your cheeks as the lines between agony and euphoria become hopelessly blurred. You aren’t sure if you want him to stop or if you’re desperate for him to continue.

All you can do is rock your hips desperately against his mouth as he coaxes you to another orgasm.

Your voice cracks from the pitch of your whine. Your body trembles and you nearly lose your grip on the railing. You shamelessly rock against his tongue as he still refuses to give you a break.

Heavens, he is relentless in his drive to lap at you. The soft papillae on his tongue continuously rub against your shaft, which has grown excessively engorged from the mixture of arousal and abuse.

The every motion of his tongue causes him to lightly squeeze your testicles. Those same papillae stimulate your prostate as he continuously thrusts his tongue in and out of your quivering arse.

With you so overstimulated and sensitive, it takes next to nothing for him to make you orgasm again. This time you can’t even make a noise as you attempt to moan.

You’re panting. Practically sobbing from the unrelenting pleasure as you climax against his still unrelenting tongue.

You can’t. It’s too much. Your grip on the railing relaxes as you nearly faint from the continuous assault of pleasure. In an instant your body is submerged entirely in the water.

Luckily, Sun understands that you cannot breathe underwater without your helmet on. He quickly removes his tongue and lets go of your manhood. He shifts beneath you so that he can use his tail to support you, and he wraps his arms around the outside of your shelter. With one swift movement, he pushes you back up into your shelter.

He does this all so quickly that you’re pushed back into the air bubble before you can accidentally swallow water.

Still, you’re left gasping for air as you kneel on his body. With the stimulation finally gone, you’re left trembling. The sea water masks the tears rolling down your cheeks as you cough faintly from the sting in your throat.

It takes you a minute or so to come back down from your high. Sun remains beneath you, supporting your exhausted frame with his tail as you recover from his relentless assault on your cock and ass.

You only realize that you’re actually sitting on his pelvis when you become aware of his arousal brushing up against your back. Your already flushed cheeks somehow burn hotter as you take notice of his erection. You shift so that you can turn to face his impressive masculinity.

Given that he has to keep hold of your shelter to keep your weight from shoving him back down into the water, you don’t suspect that he’s intentionally offering you an invitation. But given your lingering arousal and his obvious interest, you can’t help but take this display as an invitation. He’ll pull away from you if he doesn’t want to be touched.

Tentatively you wrap your hand around him. He jolts in response, rattling your shelter in the process. But he doesn’t pull away. You take that as permission to continue.

As such, you begin to work your hand.

He’s a bit thick, but not so thick that you can’t wrap your fingers around him. He’s just incredibly long. As in a few feet long.

You wind up having to wrap your other hand around him in order to better stimulate his length. Its incredibly slick. Your hands glide across him without issue. You hear him making all manner of sweet noises in the water as you massage his pretty pink prick.

You aren’t all that surprised when he begins to wrap his willy around your arm. You would expect such an impressive phallus to be prehensile.

With him gripping you with the upper half of his masculinity, you move your hands lower to stimulate him. Based upon the sounds he’s making, he enjoys it.

You stroke him with one hand while teasing his cloaca with the other. Your fingers tease the meaty flesh around his opening, coaxing the lips further apart so that you can better see what you have to work with.

You can’t help but stare at his anatomy as you work your hands against him. The rosy hue of his flesh is so pretty. A soft smile tugs at your lips as you find his anus.

Seeing as he insisted on overstimulating you, you can’t help but want to return the favor.

You start with a finger to test the waters. He releases a loud trill in response as he ruts against your shelter with his tail. You take that as a sign of approval and slip in another finger. Again he trills.

You focus your hands around the flesh nearest his cloaca, allowing him to stimulate the rest of his shaft himself as he coils it around your arm.

You slowly work your hand into his anus. With his larger size, you aren’t really worried about hurting him. The hole should stretch just fine. But you are putting your hand in a delicate part of his anatomy, so you make sure not to rush.

Sun effectively sings his pleasure to you as you caress him, inside and out. His muscles clench lightly around you as he approaches orgasm. He squeezes your hand with his arse and he constricts your arm with his phallus as he reaches his peak.

He makes a mess of your body with just a single orgasm. A literal gallon of ejaculate spurts all over you, if not more. And it takes him a long time for him to empty himself of his seed.

You find yourself continuing to stimulate him with your fingers as he rides out his two minute orgasm.

Hot and thick and messy. His ejaculate forms a puddle of white beneath your body as it spills out of him in strong, drawn out spurts. By the time he’s done, you’re literally left kneeling in a puddle of his spunk.

You pull your hand out of him once his muscles relax. You’re all wet and sticky from reaching inside of him.

Despite his recent ejaculation, he doesn’t let go of your arm. He resumes squeezing you with his phallus, letting out desperate little clicks as he starts to rut against your shelter.

You bite your lip as you wrap your head around the context of his behavior. He’s not satisfied with just the feel of your hands. He wants to mate with you. Though his length makes you a bit nervous, there’s no denying that you’re curious. After having felt the pleasure of his tongue, and after having seen his impressive output, you can’t help but want to test the limits of your anatomy.

Carefully, you lean back. You rest your head against the edge of the entrance, lifting and spreading your legs as you try to get comfortable on top of him.

With him wrapped around your arm, its a bit difficult to coax him into you. But as you guide the head of his masculinity to your slick, well prepped anus, he gets the hint. He quickly uncoils himself from around your arm and settles the tip of his shaft in the palm of your hand to let you guide him.

He follows the warmth of your skin as you usher him between your legs. You take a deep breath as he finally nudges against your arse.

He shoves himself inside without a second thought, coaxing a strangled gasp out of you. It didn’t hurt, thankfully. But the speed at which he forced himself into you definitely knocked the air out of your lungs.

You have to use your hand to prevent him from trying to shove more of his length into your body than you could handle. As bold as you are, you understand specific limitations of your body. Less than half of his length can actually be ushered inside of you.

Not that he seems to mind. Once he gets a feel of how deep he’s able to go, he doesn’t try to force himself in past those limits.

So you lie back and let him rut against you.

Your shelter rocks ever so slightly as he clenches his pelvis muscles to thrust his phallus in and out of your waiting anus. Thanks to his slick shape, he slides in and out without issue, allowing you to just relax as the pleasure courses through your body.

You let go of his shaft once you realize that he isn’t trying to test the durability of your insides. You bring that hand to your pelvis, where you begin to lazily stroke yourself in time with his thrusts.

He stretches you out so nicely. He slides himself inside of you in smooth, quick motions. But he never uses enough force to risk harming you.

You let your voice get away from you as you listen to his voice in turn. He sings his song of pleasure in a series of trills and clicks. You moan, encouraging him to work both of you to completion with words he doesn’t understand.

This is a stark contrast to the relentless pleasure that he had subjected you to through the use of his tongue. He’s slow and steady with you now, allowing the bliss to wash over you like waves upon the sand. You control the extra spikes of pleasure with every movement of your hand. You lightly rub the tip of your manhood with your thumb from time to time to really make the euphoria spike. Mating with him is passionate and pleasant.

The only thing you foolishly failed to take into account was his well established output as he climaxes inside of you. He continues to thrust even as he floods your body with his seed.

You maintain steady stimulation of your cock as your abdomen bulges faintly from the volume of his climax. As the pressure builds inside of you, you watch his seed spray out of you in short streams with every movement of his shaft.

For the next two minutes, you mindlessly endure his orgasm. For the next two minutes, its as if you two nothing but orgasm. The tension in your abdomen, the pleasure of his thrusts, and the movements of your fingers all work in unison to trap you at the peak of pleasure.

Short spurts of semen erupt from within you. Tears resume rolling down your face as you willingly subject yourself to this overstimulation. All the while you pant and moan his name as he makes an absolute mess of your body.

He reluctantly slides himself out of you once his orgasm ends. Though he obviously wants to continue, he also needs to rest.

His half erect masculinity flops and sags against your thigh as he too catches his breath. The remainder of his trapped seed pours out of you onto his abdomen. You watch your stomach return to its usual shape as the excess fluid is forced out by your clenching muscles.

Thoroughly exhausted, you remain on top of him. He continues to cling to the outside of your shelter, releasing a series of pleased trills as he comes down from his high.

You don’t know what came over him to make him come onto you so strongly, but whatever it was, you hope it happens again soon.