A Tale of a Whale (Patreon)

A Tale of a Whale

Part of danio13’s Cirraneverse!

Written by HarmonyMotion
Commissioned by danio13

Chapter 1

Ryan Bedford—billionaire, thrill-seeker, philanhropist.

And now, he could add shipwrecked to his resume.

Shipwrecked was perhaps the wrong word. Surfwrecked, maybe. He had been trying to catch some good waves during midday. Ones the size of twelve story buildings. With riptide warnings.

His private helicopter was flying overhead filming all of his stunts until, of course, he wiped out and was pulled under. Every time he surfaced, struggling futilely against the cold, powerful ocean waves, the helicopter seemed to be farther and farther away.

And now, he was on some island that didn’t show up on the map.

After lying on the soft, white sand beach for half an hour while the mother of all cramps chewed at his legs and in his gut, he finally managed to crawl forward enough to stop having the ocean waves lap over him. He flipped over on his back and surveyed the idyllic blue sky. Now this was a trophy! Beautiful weather, uncharted island, perhaps a private retreat for himself. Too bad he had no idea where he was and how to get off.

He performed a sit up, his chiseled, athletic body complaining in protest. A deep groan of pain rumbled through his bones and out of his mouth. He tried to bring up his knees, only to find his burning calves protesting said motion.

So there he sat. Ryan Bedford. Billionaire, thrill-seeker, philanthropist. Surf wrecked.

At least it was still bright and warm out. All he had was his wetsuit. Who knew what would happen come nightfall…

But over there, at the end of the curve of the beach, was that… wooden planks? A small, broken down boat!?

Hope fueling his efforts to stand, he climbed to his feet and peeled off his neoprene outfit. His body was strong, tanned and cut.

As he felt his blood beginning to flow once again while he inhaled the sweet and salty ocean breeze, he surveyed the island proper. Lush greenery. Lots of trees to work with. Hopefully he could find something to eat. All of his adventures in his thirty-odd years had taught him many survival skills. And he might find some company here after all.

Chapter 2

“Oh, thank God! Other people!” Ryan exclaimed as the sun was setting over the uncharted island. “Hey! Heeeeey!!! Over here!”

Two people, one male, one female looked at each other, nodded, and approached Ryan. They seemed friendly.

“Greetings, friend! I don’t suppose you have a way off this island,” the stranger asked.

He was tall and blonde. Built. Awe-inspiring, really. Even Ryan Bedford felt slightly inadequate for the first time in his life. Who was this Adonis, and how had he ended up here?

“No. ‘Fraid I was going to ask you the same question,” Ryan chuckled.

His female companion stared dejectedly at the sand and sighed in despondence.

Ryan examined her, but only briefly. If he stared any longer, it would be quite impolite. He just wasn’t that type of person. Plus, her statuesque friend would probably have something to say about it.

But even from a brief glance, he could tell that she was very attractive. And it wasn’t just the lack of clothing. Both of them looked as if they’d been here for at least a week. Their clothing was loose, resembling rags. The man basically had fraying pieces of fabric tied around his waist. His manhood was… far too substantial to be covered up fully. Ryan tried not to steal at glance at that too.

She, in contrast, was far more covered up. Nothing indecent showing, but from Ryan’s quick appraisal, there was absolutely nothing indecent about her thick, curvy body and large breasts.

“So how’d you get here, stranger?” the man asked.

“Ryan. Ryan Bedford,” Ryan introduced himself. He waited for some kind of reaction from the stranded pair, but got none. “You… never heard of me?”

The woman didn’t make contact, but shook her head in response.

“Nope. Sorry, friend. Name’s Aberdeen. This is Mithra.”

She dipped her head without looking up somehow.

“Ah. Well, I was surfing the ocean,” Ryan exclaimed proudly. Though it was starting to sound a little silly now.

“Surfing the ocean? A whale of a tale, my friend! As for us, we… come from a fairly closed off place. In fact, we were trying to make our escape when we ended up here.”

“Escape from what?” Ryan asked.

“Some… bad people. They hunt down and exterminate our kind.”

Kind? Ryan had no idea what he was talking about. But they seemed genuine, and it wasn’t like he could be picky about his allies.

“I’m really sorry to hear that. I have some clout; perhaps it’s something I can look into? When we get off this island,” he chuckled.

“I hope so, friend. I notice you said when, not if,” Aberdeen said wistfully. “I hope that’s the case.”

Mithra shifted uncomfortably. She tried to clear her throat, but it was totally inaudible. The red glow of the sunset accented their changing mood.

“Me too, Aberdeen. Well, it’s getting close to nightfall. Do you two have a camp nearby? I can help get a fire started if you don’t have one burning already. Or gather firewood. Whatever you need.”

“Ah yes, yes we do. Forgive me, I will join you later…”

Aberdeen walked off. Mithra nervously led Ryan toward the dense brush of the tropical jungle.

Ryan didn’t know how to feel as he watched that mostly nude statue of a man walk off.

Chapter 3

Ryan and Mithra huddled around a shoddily constructed campfire under a blanket of stars. She was grilling some plump fish that she’d speared with a stick.

“Wow!” Ryan marveled at the size of the thing. “Is this what Aberdeen is off doing? Why is he gone at night? Is it safe out there?”

“I caught the fish…” Mithra’s voice was soft. The ends of her sentences faded to nothing, carried off by the wind.

“Impressive!!”

God, she was pretty. Demure. For sure she would make some lucky guy really happy if they got off this island.

Ryan mentally slapped himself in the forehead. What was he thinking about? Mithra was clearly with Aberdeen.

She wordlessly handed him the stick. His meal was grilled to perfection.

“Look out for bones here, here, and here…” she directed.

Ryan bit into the crispy skin and tender flesh of the fish. It was good! Perhaps this was why they didn’t seem to be in any particular hurry or worry to get off the island.

As the flames crackled and licked at the next fish Mithra speared, Ryan heard a loud rustling coming from the foliage behind them. He jumped to attention.

“Who’s there?! What is it? Mithra, are there dangerous creatures here?!”

She chuckled softly in response.

“Ryan! Ryan! It’s just me!”

A silhouette of an extremely tall person emerged from behind the large, tropical fronds of the greenery.

“Aberdeen?” Ryan squinted.

“Yes, yes!” the feminine voice confirmed.

“What? You can’t be…”

The owner of that voice approached the campfire. All of Ryan’s protective reflexes instantly turned off. “Aberdeen,” or whoever that was, stood before them. Just as tall as before, still surpassing Ryan’s already above-average height.

But where there had been chiseled, masculine (and in the lower region, very masculine) features, all Ryan could see was female sexuality. Beautiful, voluptuous female sexuality.

If Aberdeen had been the embodiment of the perfect male specimen, then this Aberdeen was a sculpture of the best attributes of every goddess ever. Towering in her beauty, Ryan stared at her nude body in the glow of the embers of their campfire.

Her feet were so cutely small considering her height. Her ankles, neat and tidy, her legs so, so long and shapely. Ryan’s thoughts went to forbidden places, wondering if his girth would even be able to extend into this woman’s beautifully pink slit if they stood face to face, so high were her hips off the floor. A beautiful blonde patch of pubic hair crowned her perfect womanhood. The carpet did indeed match the drapes.

Her hips were so wide, their curves so wonderfully exaggerated. Her thighs, thick and juicy, her waist tiny. Above her soft torso sat a pair of breasts that exceeded even Mithra’s generous bosom that Ryan had struggled so hard not to stare at.

Well, his struggles were over. There was nothing he could do but stare at Aberdeen’s beautifully pert, pink nipples. And those breasts had the barest sag, retaining a perfect teardrop shape despite their heavy weight.

Ryan gulped as his gaze traveled higher, wondering if he would see Aberdeen’s masculine chiseled jaw.

But no, all he saw was the heart-shaped face of a beautiful, tanned goddess. Plump, red lips, high rosy cheeks, and sparkling blue eyes accentuated by the glow of the fire, all framed by long, curly, lustrous blonde locks that framed the perfect package.

Luckily, Aberdeen broke the awkward silence with her own desperate plea.

“Ryan! Ryan! Please, it’s been so long since I’ve been fucked! I haven’t been able to orgasm at all!”

“WHAT?!” he yelped.

“I can’t get any relief during the daytime. My dick is always erect and I’m always horny, but I can never ejaculate due to my biology. I need you to fuck me!!”

Ryan was erect and leaking just from looking at her. “You’re serious?” he confirmed one last time as he tugged at his swimwear.

Aberdeen responded by running at him full speed, her legs dancing like a gazelle, her heavy breasts bouncing and swaying.

Ryan didn’t need a second invitation. He pulled down his trunks to reveal his own impressive member, hoping that Aberdeen wouldn’t find it inadequate considering what she was packing.

But Aberdeen had no complaints. She fell to her knees and began to grip it aggressively, licking and sucking at it like a starving person having her first meal in eons.

Ryan closed his eyes as the warmth of the fire heated his back while Aberdeen worked his front with her hot mouth. He moaned as he ran his masculine hands through Aberdeen’s beautiful, silky locks, trying to soften her aggressive back and forth bobbing.

Aberdeen’s hands flew up to Ryan’s thighs, tantalizing his skin by running her nails lightly across his strong muscles before one hand cupped his balls while the other gripped and stroked his shaft. She sucked with gusto, making sure to swirl her tongue over his exposed head, savoring his salty heat.

“Mm! Mm! Mm!” she moaned, sending vibrations down his rod.

“A-Aberdeen… slow down… I can’t…” Ryan whined as the pressure in his loins grew unbearably tight.

Aberdeen let him pop out of her mouth.

“Oh Ryan! Don’t explode too soon! I still need you to fuck me!”

Ryan’s impending orgasm slowly subsided, his balls aching for release. His knees buckled as Aberdeen tugged at his legs.

“What… what about Mithra?” Ryan asked, suddenly feeling self-conscious as the soft, curvy, quiet woman came into view.

“She can join us! She needs it too! Don’t you, Mithra!”

The brunette woman nodded meekly, her body jiggling in anticipation.

“But me first!”

With almost a snarl, Aberdeen shoved Ryan lying flat on the floor and swung her long leg over his prone body and straddled him. With one hand, she aligned his tip with her entrance and slid smoothly onto it, bottoming him in one graceful stroke.

Aberdeen tossed her head back as she moaned, enjoying the feeling of being fully penetrated after so long. She didn’t even move, just hummed and throbbed as she sat motionless on Ryan’s pole.

Ryan could barely believe it. Not just the tight, moist grip of Aberdeen’s unbelievably tight pussy, but the fact that she was apparently so close to the verge of orgasm! After that mind-shattering blowjob she’d given him, he thought for sure he would let her down by finishing too quickly. But judging from Aberdeen’s expression, her heaving breasts, her flushed chest…

Ryan grabbed her thighs and pumped in and out of her. He searched for her most sensitive erogenous zone, probing and prodding expertly while he gauged her reactions. By the third thrust, he had her screaming and quaking in pure ecstasy.

“Me! Me next!”

Mithra ran over and peeled a still-orgasming Aberdeen off of Ryan’s cock surprising strength. Removing her tattered clothing, her beautifully soft and feminine body came into full view, thick, jiggling thighs and a bit of heft around her tummy to match her large, lovely bosoms.

Mithra wrapped her fingers over Ryan’s lubricated erection, swirling her fingers over his thrumming head.

“Can you do me?!” she begged desperately.

“If… you… stop…” Ryan squealed. Mithra’s hands were too skilled!

“Oh, I’m so sorry! I’m not that experienced with other men!” She began to climb on top of him.

Not that experienced?! This brunette vixen had nearly made him cream with just a few strokes!

Mithra gripped his cock as Aberdeen had. She aligned her own canal, wiggling his head against her slick labia. Ryan groaned as the heavenly sensation caused his penis to twitch, creating even more pleasurable grinding against Mithra’s entry.

“Hurry…” Ryan urged.

“It’s so… big…” Mithra moaned. “I’m not sure it can…”

Ryan couldn’t take it anymore. He bucked his hips upwards and into her.

Mithra was even tighter than Aberdeen. He saw stars as he orgasmed fiercely into her.

Mithra sucked in a deep breath as he felt Ryan flood her molten insides. Her own orgasm was coming. Stronger than ever. In slow motion, she could feel the tingling in her extremities, the heat in her lower back, the flushing burn in her chest…

The air rushed into her ever expanding lungs as her folds gripped tightly against Ryan’s spasming rod. And then, after a brief pause as they held untold volumes of air…

Mithra cried out in pure joy. Her song rumbled deep and strong, rattling Ryan and Aberdeen’s bones as it rustled the entire jungle.

After Aberdeen had recovered from Mithra’s deafening cry, she climbed back on top of Ryan. Mithra had fallen off and was writhing in a little ball all on her own.

“Ryan! Ryan! Me again! Do me again!”

Chapter 4

Ryan and Aberdeen awoke side by side under the morning sun. The embers of the fire glowed a dull red. The billionaire philanthropist was startled to alertness by the masculine head buried against his shoulder.

“Whoa!” he yelled as he jolted awake.

“Mm… that was nice last night,” Aberdeen commented with some feminine gestures.

Ryan could hardly believe his eyes, but it really was her. Him. Her.

“Want to fuck again tonight?” Aberdeen brought his hands up to his chest and cupped his enormous phantom breasts.

Ryan chuckled. He wasn’t sure how to feel, but he knew come nighttime, he wouldn’t be able to deny his urges.

“I don’t think I could say no,” he smirked.

“That’s what I like to hear,” Aberdeen winked at him.

“Wait! Where’s Mithra?”

“Oh no! Did she run off? She’s so shy, she might be embarrassed about our little tryst last night! Come, Ryan! We have to find her!”

Suddenly from the distant ocean, they heard a deafening bellow of a whale. It came rhythmically, two cries accented on the first beat, then three cries accented on the first beat once again. Two, then three. Two, then three.

Ryan and Aberdeen looked at each other. That sound was familiar! Was… was it calling for them?!

They both headed to the shore where they found a nude Mithra standing on the shore.

“Mithra! What was that!?” Ryan asked.

“We’re… we’re getting off this island,” Mithra whispered.

“But how?” Aberdeen exclaimed.

Without another word, Mithra turned and ran into the ocean waves. The crashing surf and foam provided no resistance against her thick legs as she carved through it effortlessly. Like she belonged.

“Mithra!!” Aberdeen hollered after her disappearing form as she ran deeper and deeper into the ocean’s waves.

Her head dipped beneath the water and disappeared from sight.

“Is this how she fishes?” Ryan asked.

“I’m not sure.. She’s never shown me…”

Impossibly, the water began to displace. A large, blue creature was ballooning ever bigger. A wide, smooth head, small beady eyes, a blowhole at the top, an enormous tail…

The whale bellowed again. “A-dam. A-ber-deen.”

“That’s Mithra!?” Both Adam and Aberdeen exclaimed together.

“She’s a whale-shifter! Sonofa… I’ve been stuck on this island for a whole week, and she could have done this the whole time!?” Aberdeen facepalmed.

“Hehe. Like you said… I bet she was embarrassed. But not anymore, after what you started last night,” Ryan grinned.

“Come on, let’s get out of here!”

Aberdeen and Ryan both ran toward the water to reunite with their aquatic friend. They weren’t nearly as graceful as her, but they managed. Barely.

“When we get back to shore, stick with me,” Ryan told Aberdeen and his new whale friend. “You need to teach me about your kind. I’ll see what I can do about protecting you.”

“Thanks, my big lover,” Aberdeen grinned. “I can’t wait for tonight…”

They climbed aboard Mithra and stood on her wide, flat head. They covered their eyes against the bright rays of the sun reflecting off the surface of the blue water. Mithra bellowed against the sound of the crashing surf once more before propelling all three of them forward.

“This is way better than surfing! YEEHAW!!!! Let’s go, Mithra!” Ryan screamed into the wind, the salty spray splashing into his face, his knees bent for balance as Aberdeen hung onto him for dear life.

Mithra let loose with another deafening whale song.