[Larry watches elatedly as the transformation creeps up his body. Not only is it a visual thrill, but the way it feels as it works its way up his body actually feels pleasurable in the same way that being stuck in the same position for too long and then finally getting the chance to stand up and stretch feels. It's like it was lying under the surface of his skin this whole time and it finally bubbled to the surface.]
--I haven't either...
[But wow, the way he says that is...really doing something for him. It doesn't help that he feels like he's gotta put his dick in any hole big enough. His dick has figured out that it can rub itself against his underside, but it's kind of like scratching the back of your throat with your tongue -- simultaneously unsatisfying while it making you want to do it more.
Larry lowers himself back down as the wave of change starts to breach his hips. He presses his flukes into the bed as his now extremely long spine writhes wantonly into an arc. His dick reaches up into the air blindly, like a vine desperate to find something to hold onto.]
I'm also, uhh, blisteringly horny...
[Help. Oh God please help, this has always been a problem but never like this.]
[Ford has never been bothered by what Larry's packing. Some people might be, but Ford Pines has seen stranger (and smaller) genitalia in his lifetime. He's never had any complaints. On the other hand he can't help but look at this new much wigglier dick like a starving man might look at a fancy banquet. He's dealt with ones that move like this before but never this particular marine mammal sort of flavor; he never had a chance to date around during his time spent on the world where dolphins evolved to be the dominant species rather than humans. He's very keen to rectify that now.]
I got that impression, yes.
[He stays sitting up like he is precisely so the angle isn't too weird when he reaches over and tangles his hand up with Larry's new dick. It's like the world's wiggliest, wettest handshake. It's fantastic.
This feels like it calls for more than a handjob, though, and the issue is that he feels spoiled for choice. He has a feeling if he were to ask Larry what he wanted the answer would be 'anything, please' and that's a problem because that's about how he feels too. What he'd really like is to feel that thing wiggling like that up his ass, but that's a higher hurdle to jump than others. It's not that Larry has expressed reticence; if anything he's been very open to the idea. The issue is that every time they try something goes just wrong enough for them to have to stop, usually something that would be very funny if it was cockblocking someone else. For this, though, it might be worth trying again.]
I almost don't know where to start. This feels like it deserves something celebratory to break it in.
[It is very happy to be held. The tip of it hooks around Ford's index finger with more dexterity than actual strength. Technically, Larry has the ability to control it, but it's a brand new appendage and his brain is scrambling to read the instruction manual. For the time being, its movements are random and haphazard until it does something that feels good, like finding something to cling to and squeezing.]
I don't know what that entails, but I couldn't be any less picky right now--!
[He's convinced that Ford is either trying to tease him or spending a really inconvenient amount of time basking in the moment. Which neither he can blame him for, but his body is screaming HOLE. NOW. at him and it's distracting him from enjoying the rest of his changes.
Or maybe not...]
--Ah, that...uh, itches?
[With his tail still in an arc, he wiggles his pelvis as the black markings arrive at the crest of his hips and start filling them out with muscle and fat (as if he needed the help). But it stops there for now, and instead a pair of parallel lines bud themselves up where his upper thighs used to be.]
--Nfff!
[They keep growing outward, yet the pressure within them keeps building. Larry closes one of his eyes shut with a wince -- it's more overstimulating than painful. Eventually, something gives and the little nubs quickly fan out into a beautiful pair of pectoral fins, causing him to cry out in delight. It's almost like an orgasm, but without the sex organs. Larry shudders with pleasure as he splays his new flippers out - black on the outside, pinkish-white on the inside.
Unfortunately, the sensation just makes him hornier. He drops out of his arc and thwacks his flukes against the bed in a display of impatience.]
[How else do you react to suddenly fins other than surprise and delight? He probably ought to have known they were coming but actually seeing them bloom is still something else entirely. He imagines it must feel similar to what he experiences when his wings come in, and if that's the case then the way Larry reacts to it makes perfect sense. Half the reason Ford doesn't understand the people who get so uppity about the moonblessings is because they feel so good coming in. Maybe that's just a him thing. A them thing, apparently.
Another him thing is the way it goes straight to his dick when Larry smacks his flukes against the mattress. Oh, to be that mattress, bashed about by dolphin tail. There's nothing for it. He knows what he wants, knows that Larry probably wants it too, and knows that there's a much smaller likelihood of a giant lion with six wings and no chill busting through the window than there was last month. They might actually manage to shake the conventions of genre this time.]
Do you think you can stand me letting you go long enough to get a condom?
[This may be a horny emergency and/or special occasion but, like, he's been doing this with Larry long enough to know there are requirements.]
Ungh--yeah, I'll be fine. Just--be quick about it, okay? Heheh...
[It should speak volumes about how bothered he is with how impatient he is in his word choice. He's almost always overeager, but not desperate and frustrated like this. His giggle is distressed, trying to make it seem like everything is okay when it...well, it's still okay, but his inability to think about anything else is bringing him back to a dark time in his life and he'd rather not hang out there for too long.]
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[Distressed giggling is a great backdrop to ransacking the bedside table for a condom and lube. Ford almost reaches for a normal one before his precious one braincell reminds him what he's working with now. He turns to look owlishly at the wiggling dolphin dick.]
Okay. Second question. Do you want to bother trying to wrangle that thing into a condom or wait for me to put in one of the alternate ones?
[He doesn't like calling them 'female condoms' on account of he's not a female. What they are is hilarious, if admittedly useful in some situations. This might be one of them, but on the other hand it'll just mean more time sunk into not getting fucked if he has to finagle with putting one in.
Admittedly not too much more. He's gotten pretty good at it between failed attempts here and solo study at his own apartment. Never too late to expand one's skillset.]
Without Ford by his side, he has room to flop over to lay on his belly and start humping the bed. Not only does his tail arc upward and slam downward with a surprising amount of force, causing the entire bed to shake with each thrust, the topsheet starts getting tangled around his dick as it squirms around in search of a hole that isn't there.
His brain has officially shut down. What the hell's a "condom" and why is this guy on about them?
The timing couldn't be more perfect, though. As the blackness crawls up his back, his dorsal fin is coming in just like the pectoral fins did, starting as a bud and blossoming forward once it reaches a particular threshold.]
[Ooh, that might be an issue, logistically. Ford was planning on just kind of sitting himself right on down the moment he could, but now he's going to have to flip his dumbass impatient fuckbuddy over if he wants to. That might be harder than it would have been an hour ago judging by exactly how hard the bed is creaking. The days of him being able to lift Larry like a horny sack of potatoes are on hold.
That 'yuh' is also not really an answer and it's very clear he's not going to get one. That's fine. There's no way he'd be able to wrestle a condom onto it with it tangled up in the sheets and guarded by that thrashing tail. Decision's been made. He leaves Larry to ruining his own sheets while he gets himself ready. He takes perhaps less time than he would normally but, look, he's got an incoherently-horny dolphin man right here who's got enough force in his tail to shake a bedframe. Larry's not the only one who's impatient about getting this show on the road. Besides, he's been taking much bigger dicks than that for decades. At this point he doesn't need a whole bunch of your standard fanfiction prep, the one finger, two finger, scissor 'em a little, check twitter and put the dick in thirty minutes later method. Just enough to get things good and lubed and actually get the darn thing in is fine.
Before approaching his bedmate again he makes the very smart decision to remove his glasses and put them safely on the bedside table where they were before this started. No point in getting them smashed by a wayward fin.
Okay. How to do this. He reaches over and baps Larry on the shoulder, gentle but hopefully hard enough to get his attention.]
Hey. Don't break your bed before you can fuck me in it, buddy.
[If that doesn't work he's gonna have to wrassle the boy. Not that he isn't ready for that if it comes to it.]
[As soon as he touches Larry's shoulder, he stops humping the bed and jerks his head up to look at Ford. He takes in a surprised gasp and grins with glee, as if it were a surprise to see him.]
Ford!
[Did
...Did Larry forget that Ford was even there?
Regardless, this isn't going to break Larry's stride. He reaches up to him and grabs Ford's shoulder, as the black marks creep up on his own. His fingers dig into his skin and his tail curls upwards as far as it can -- the only warning he gives before he tries to slam his tail down onto the bed in order to vault off of it and onto Ford's back.
Problem is, he vastly underestimates the power of his new tail.]
Yeeep--!
[Instead of mounting Ford, Larry ends up sending himself sailing right over him. He hits the wall, smashing the bedside lamp into smithereens and casting them into the darkness again, lit only by whatever streetlights are coming in from outside. Both Larry's reading glasses and Ford's normal glasses get scattered either behind the bedside table or between the table and bed. His books clatter to the ground, open and face-down, inevitably causing crinkles in several pages.
Larry drapes across the bedside table on his side in the shape of a banana.
[So this is what's going to stop them from actually getting to the fucking this time. He's going to have to take this idiot to the hospital in a wheelbarrow full of water.]
Careful!
Cetacean tails are incredibly powerful.
[Yeah, he... he probably knows, now. Thanks for the fun fact, David Attenborough.]
I swear it's as though we're cursed. Generally when people curse me they at least have the decency to tell me.
[Aw. It's kind of cute. Now that it's apparent that Larry isn't actually hurt Ford feels like he's allowed to find this whole thing funny, which is good, because it is. Of course it's difficult to get a handle on suddenly having an entirely different lower body, particularly when your brain is addled by overwhelming horniness. That doesn't mean it can't be hilarious to watch.]
What, not interested in rugburn?
[He moves from the edge of the bed and kneels down to hook his hands under Larry's armpits. Hoisting him seems like the simplest way to do this, not that any way is going to be particularly graceful.]
You'll need to help me. You weigh a bit more than I'm used to from you.
[Only one person comfortably fits between the wall and the bed here with elbow room. Possible? Sure. But you'd probably whack a couple extremities on both of those things in the process -- even for a small guy like Larry.]
Okay.
[Larry, in turn, holds Ford's shoulders in preparation for being hoisted up.]
That makes two of us!
[Big words for a man that effortlessly threw himself up against the wall just a second ago. He's not stupid enough to not try helping Ford by pushing his tail down against the ground to alleviate some of his weight from Ford's burden. It...works out pretty well, actually! He just can't help with the putting-him-on-the-bed part, but that too gets managed without much drama.
He's stopped being stupid -- for now. The blackness has stopped around the base of his neck, and is about one-third of the way down both of his arms simultaneously.]
[Honestly the putting-him-on-the-bed part is the easiest part of the whole ordeal. All Ford has to do is lift, turn a little, and then let their combined weight and gravity do the rest. They wind up tangled together on the sheets, which feels like a huge step up even if it's really just getting them back to square one.
Now that he's a little more used to it the feel of the cetacean skin is kind of nice. It's novel, which to Ford is more or less the same thing as attractive. Where it is on Larry's arms makes it look like he's wearing a very tight tee shirt, but sometimes that's just how it is on this bitch of a planet.]
[Ford's comment, and his hands feeling up the new texture on his arms, makes Larry bite his bottom lip in excitement. He's starting his impatient squirm again, which means that his tail wriggles its way between Ford's legs and a particularly violent noodling around -- because he still hasn't learned his lesson -- causes his tail to flip up and accidentally SMACK Ford half on the ass, half on the lower back. It doesn't hurt-hurt (at least in the bad way), but it does make an incredibly satisfying crack of a noise in the process. Larry gasps in delight.]
Oooh!
[You know what that sound means.
Larry does it a second time, this time intentionally. He hits exactly where he wants to, with just as much force as he wants, and another sharp SMACK echoes through his apartment, followed by Larry's signature giggle, then plants soft little plap-plap in the same spot.]
[Now, Ford has never explicitly been into impact play. This is because he's never been in a situation where he might have heard it called that. If you were to ask him he'd have no idea what you meant, but he does know in this moment that being smacked by a dolphin tail is just about the best thing that's happened to him in recent memory. It's less about the being smacked than it is the dolphin tail, but both are pretty good. Each smack gets a soft hnf out of him and sends a spark of sensation straight to his dick, which had flagged a little and is now back at a very interested full mast. He can already tell that this is only going to get better the more control Larry gains over his new body. He's very eager to be a test subject.]
Fast learner!
[He wonders if he'll bruise. Not that anybody else would see them so it's not exactly high priority, but the idea of having to explain his ass looks like that because of unforeseen dolphin tail is pretty funny. That's something for future Ford to worry about. Present Ford wiggles a little bit against Larry's now very differently-arranged bulk.]
Think you can figure out getting it in on your own?
[Man's impatient. Pls no bully]
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[Because being on his side is starting to feel really awkward. He doesn't have much flexibility for side-to-side movement, only back to front, and he feels a little beached like this.
See...
The thing you have to understand about Larry and Ford is that Larry is the top. Larry is also the much weaker one, which means that a lot of their interactions is basically Larry giving him gentle suggestions and Ford indulging him. But today?
Larry lashes his tail and, with his own strength alone, manages to roll the both of them over so that Larry is on top, with the bulk of his tail's weight bearing down on Ford's midsection and thighs. Larry looks down at him with exactly the smirk you'd expect to see from a man who has been given far too much power far too quickly. Thankfully, he only plans to use it to ravage...Ford's ass.
Larry holds his upper body up on his arms and his tail pushes against the ground. It's not exactly clear what he's trying to do as he moves back and forth with terrible inaccuracy, but it's safe to say he's not trying for penetration just yet. He sinks down far enough to get his flippers under Ford's legs and pulls them outwards to hike up Ford's legs on top of them. For being such thin appendages, they're surprisingly strong.]
Ah, there we go!
[He inches back up to shift Ford's legs into a missionary position, but he's still not quite at the right setup for penetration. But what he does have the setup for is to lock their mouths together for a fleeting moment as he feels the tingle of transformation rise up through his jaw, leaving his neck a dusty rose in the front and a black streak up the back of his neck.]
[Ooh. Ooh, that's new. Not the sensation itself, because Ford has been pinned under things bigger than himself before, but the sensation specifically paired with this man. There's a very brief moment where Ford's brain goes a little quiet as it sorts carefully through memories and hovers over what it felt like to be held immobile by being slowly and inexorably turned to gold or wrapped in magical chains, but his brain rightfully decides this is far enough removed from that that he doesn't need to be bothered. That leaves him free to think it's incredibly hot. It's been a while since he's had to spread his legs this wide to wrap them around someone. Thank goodness stretching is part of his daily routine.
Of course the fact remains that this is no closer to what he actually wants. He squirms a little, digging one reproachful heel into Larry's back like that might help pull him further up.]
That's precisely the opposite of -- mph!
[... Okay. A kiss is permissible. It mollifies him a little, and he settles in to enjoy it right up until the point that his tongue gets involved and finds a very different landscape than it's used to. His eyes snap open and he puts a hand on Larry's shoulder to push him back.]
Your teeth!
[Predictably he says it with the same delight and enthusiasm that someone else might have when presented with a free deluxe ice cream sundae. If he can finagle it he is absolutely going to try and shove a couple fingers into Larry's mouth in order to push it open. He needs to get an idea of the lay of the land, alright? It's a mark of exactly how preoccupied he is by this new development that he doesn't even realize sticking his fingers in somebody's mouth is a pretty intimate thing to be doing with them.]
[Larry's a little startled when he gets pushed back, but Ford explains himself quickly enough that it doesn't really throw him off. Larry looks away as he opens his mouth and drags his tongue across his teeth and finds a set of frighteningly sharp chompers, with zero molars. He can tell how sharp they are by how his own tongue, delicate as it is, hangs up just a little on their points. Oh, wow, that's going to be interesting to work with...]
Huh! Isn't tha--aahugheuh?
[Larry's brows steeple in an alarmed helplessness and becomes very still while Ford plunges his fingers into Larry's mouth, blue eyes wide as black streaks encircle them. Technically he's not that helpless, but he doesn't feel like drawing blood is a fair punishment for over-eager curiosity.]
[Yeah. They're sharp. Ford is discovering this via delicately pressing the pad of one finger against the nearest point. Makes sense. Dolphins traditionally do have pointy mouths.]
[... Listen. It was sort of halfway rhetorical. They can both see that after months of jack and shit happening, Larry is now the little mermaid's awful uncle. Still, Ford sheepishly pulls his hand back.]
[Larry, with the space of his mouth now liberated, runs his tongue along the inside of it.]
I said, "you'd make for a great dentist."
[He also doesn't feel like dwelling on how weird that was, so he starts wriggling his way up until his new dick bumps up against Ford's. Yeah, try to get your fingers into his mouth when you're face-to-face with the pale-rosewater skin of his belly! His wriggly dick successfully does about everything else than manage to find its target, including but not limited to: wrapping around Ford's dick, around his balls, slap against his thighs, try to drill itself in the crease between his ass and leg, drill into his taint--all to the sounds of Larry getting progressively frustrated.]
Nnnghh--oh, come on!
[He whimpers. God, this sure does reflect pretty poorly on him right now, huh?]
I swear I know where it is! I--I might--[he squeaks out the last words:] need some help...?
[It's probably best when dealing with Ford not to get hung up on how weird something was, yeah, because chances are weird things will continue to happen. Either he genuinely doesn't know he's done a weird thing or he does know and that's the point. Shoving his fingers in Larry's mouth edges a little closer to the former.
He wraps his arms loosely around Larry's waist now that it's directly over him. They do tighten when he starts laughing, though, because how could you not laugh at this? Here they are in the home stretch and it's still just categorically refusing to go right. Not that having a very enthusiastic dolphin dick wiggling all over isn't a fun experience, but it's not the fun experience he wants to be having right now.]
I've had worse. One time I was with someone of the amphibious persuasion who got very confused once it was apparent there wouldn't be any eggs or jelly involved.
[They managed to turn it out eventually then. They can now too. As he talks he snakes a hand down between them and get a grip on Larry's new junk. All it needs is a firm hand to nudge it in the right direction and get things started. Please let it take the goddamn hint.]
[Larry is honest-to-God fascinated by stories that Ford has to tell about all the crazy alien sex he's had. But like, at this moment, the words "eggs" and "jelly" are...well, they're not turning him off, but they're definitely not turning him on.
Larry's dick clings to Ford's hand. His brain has figured out how to grip and squeeze, at least, so that's what he does. He feels the latex-lined edges of Ford's entrance against his "head" (not that there's not much of a definition of one now) and with little control, he tries to peel himself off of Ford's hand and into the hole.
Instead of going forward, it backs up--]
No!
[--but thankfully hits the heel of Ford's thumb before it can get very far. Larry sighs in relief, then steadies himself. Ford's hand is making a pretty good tunnel, so instead of feverishly stabbing in the dark, he carefully inches towards his intended target like a swimmer clinging to the pier to bring them to safety. Finally, finally, he sticks the landing -- and tries not to get too excited. He slowly sinks the first inch in...then the second--then a muscle in his tail just loses all control and slams the last two inches in with one powerful inward thrust.]
Ah!
[With far more celebration than really is merited:]
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[Larry watches elatedly as the transformation creeps up his body. Not only is it a visual thrill, but the way it feels as it works its way up his body actually feels pleasurable in the same way that being stuck in the same position for too long and then finally getting the chance to stand up and stretch feels. It's like it was lying under the surface of his skin this whole time and it finally bubbled to the surface.]
--I haven't either...
[But wow, the way he says that is...really doing something for him. It doesn't help that he feels like he's gotta put his dick in any hole big enough. His dick has figured out that it can rub itself against his underside, but it's kind of like scratching the back of your throat with your tongue -- simultaneously unsatisfying while it making you want to do it more.
Larry lowers himself back down as the wave of change starts to breach his hips. He presses his flukes into the bed as his now extremely long spine writhes wantonly into an arc. His dick reaches up into the air blindly, like a vine desperate to find something to hold onto.]
I'm also, uhh, blisteringly horny...
[Help. Oh God please help, this has always been a problem but never like this.]
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I got that impression, yes.
[He stays sitting up like he is precisely so the angle isn't too weird when he reaches over and tangles his hand up with Larry's new dick. It's like the world's wiggliest, wettest handshake. It's fantastic.
This feels like it calls for more than a handjob, though, and the issue is that he feels spoiled for choice. He has a feeling if he were to ask Larry what he wanted the answer would be 'anything, please' and that's a problem because that's about how he feels too. What he'd really like is to feel that thing wiggling like that up his ass, but that's a higher hurdle to jump than others. It's not that Larry has expressed reticence; if anything he's been very open to the idea. The issue is that every time they try something goes just wrong enough for them to have to stop, usually something that would be very funny if it was cockblocking someone else. For this, though, it might be worth trying again.]
I almost don't know where to start. This feels like it deserves something celebratory to break it in.
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I don't know what that entails, but I couldn't be any less picky right now--!
[He's convinced that Ford is either trying to tease him or spending a really inconvenient amount of time basking in the moment. Which neither he can blame him for, but his body is screaming HOLE. NOW. at him and it's distracting him from enjoying the rest of his changes.
Or maybe not...]
--Ah, that...uh, itches?
[With his tail still in an arc, he wiggles his pelvis as the black markings arrive at the crest of his hips and start filling them out with muscle and fat (as if he needed the help). But it stops there for now, and instead a pair of parallel lines bud themselves up where his upper thighs used to be.]
--Nfff!
[They keep growing outward, yet the pressure within them keeps building. Larry closes one of his eyes shut with a wince -- it's more overstimulating than painful. Eventually, something gives and the little nubs quickly fan out into a beautiful pair of pectoral fins, causing him to cry out in delight. It's almost like an orgasm, but without the sex organs. Larry shudders with pleasure as he splays his new flippers out - black on the outside, pinkish-white on the inside.
Unfortunately, the sensation just makes him hornier. He drops out of his arc and thwacks his flukes against the bed in a display of impatience.]
Rrrgh...!
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[How else do you react to suddenly fins other than surprise and delight? He probably ought to have known they were coming but actually seeing them bloom is still something else entirely. He imagines it must feel similar to what he experiences when his wings come in, and if that's the case then the way Larry reacts to it makes perfect sense. Half the reason Ford doesn't understand the people who get so uppity about the moonblessings is because they feel so good coming in. Maybe that's just a him thing. A them thing, apparently.
Another him thing is the way it goes straight to his dick when Larry smacks his flukes against the mattress. Oh, to be that mattress, bashed about by dolphin tail. There's nothing for it. He knows what he wants, knows that Larry probably wants it too, and knows that there's a much smaller likelihood of a giant lion with six wings and no chill busting through the window than there was last month. They might actually manage to shake the conventions of genre this time.]
Do you think you can stand me letting you go long enough to get a condom?
[This may be a horny emergency and/or special occasion but, like, he's been doing this with Larry long enough to know there are requirements.]
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[It should speak volumes about how bothered he is with how impatient he is in his word choice. He's almost always overeager, but not desperate and frustrated like this. His giggle is distressed, trying to make it seem like everything is okay when it...well, it's still okay, but his inability to think about anything else is bringing him back to a dark time in his life and he'd rather not hang out there for too long.]
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Okay. Second question. Do you want to bother trying to wrangle that thing into a condom or wait for me to put in one of the alternate ones?
[He doesn't like calling them 'female condoms' on account of he's not a female. What they are is hilarious, if admittedly useful in some situations. This might be one of them, but on the other hand it'll just mean more time sunk into not getting fucked if he has to finagle with putting one in.
Admittedly not too much more. He's gotten pretty good at it between failed attempts here and solo study at his own apartment. Never too late to expand one's skillset.]
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[Mmm. Okay, maybe he's not fine.
Without Ford by his side, he has room to flop over to lay on his belly and start humping the bed. Not only does his tail arc upward and slam downward with a surprising amount of force, causing the entire bed to shake with each thrust, the topsheet starts getting tangled around his dick as it squirms around in search of a hole that isn't there.
His brain has officially shut down. What the hell's a "condom" and why is this guy on about them?
The timing couldn't be more perfect, though. As the blackness crawls up his back, his dorsal fin is coming in just like the pectoral fins did, starting as a bud and blossoming forward once it reaches a particular threshold.]
NNRYUHHHH!! Haaah, oh God--!
[The bed-humping increases with fervor.]
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That 'yuh' is also not really an answer and it's very clear he's not going to get one. That's fine. There's no way he'd be able to wrestle a condom onto it with it tangled up in the sheets and guarded by that thrashing tail. Decision's been made. He leaves Larry to ruining his own sheets while he gets himself ready. He takes perhaps less time than he would normally but, look, he's got an incoherently-horny dolphin man right here who's got enough force in his tail to shake a bedframe. Larry's not the only one who's impatient about getting this show on the road. Besides, he's been taking much bigger dicks than that for decades. At this point he doesn't need a whole bunch of your standard fanfiction prep, the one finger, two finger, scissor 'em a little, check twitter and put the dick in thirty minutes later method. Just enough to get things good and lubed and actually get the darn thing in is fine.
Before approaching his bedmate again he makes the very smart decision to remove his glasses and put them safely on the bedside table where they were before this started. No point in getting them smashed by a wayward fin.
Okay. How to do this. He reaches over and baps Larry on the shoulder, gentle but hopefully hard enough to get his attention.]
Hey. Don't break your bed before you can fuck me in it, buddy.
[If that doesn't work he's gonna have to wrassle the boy. Not that he isn't ready for that if it comes to it.]
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Ford!
[Did
...Did Larry forget that Ford was even there?
Regardless, this isn't going to break Larry's stride. He reaches up to him and grabs Ford's shoulder, as the black marks creep up on his own. His fingers dig into his skin and his tail curls upwards as far as it can -- the only warning he gives before he tries to slam his tail down onto the bed in order to vault off of it and onto Ford's back.
Problem is, he vastly underestimates the power of his new tail.]
Yeeep--!
[Instead of mounting Ford, Larry ends up sending himself sailing right over him. He hits the wall, smashing the bedside lamp into smithereens and casting them into the darkness again, lit only by whatever streetlights are coming in from outside. Both Larry's reading glasses and Ford's normal glasses get scattered either behind the bedside table or between the table and bed. His books clatter to the ground, open and face-down, inevitably causing crinkles in several pages.
Larry drapes across the bedside table on his side in the shape of a banana.
(Must be a rotten one, it's turning black.)]
Rhhhggh...ouuwww.
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Careful!
Cetacean tails are incredibly powerful.
[Yeah, he... he probably knows, now. Thanks for the fun fact, David Attenborough.]
I swear it's as though we're cursed. Generally when people curse me they at least have the decency to tell me.
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Noted...
[Powerful, but also not nearly as dexterous as he was expecting, either. He wiggles his tail to wobble to the side and try to get off of the table...
...and ends up rolling off and falling to the floor. THUD.]
Buh! Oh--for the love of-- GRAHHH!
[He smacks his carpeted floor out of frustration.]
I'm fine. Just--help me get back to the bed. Please...
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What, not interested in rugburn?
[He moves from the edge of the bed and kneels down to hook his hands under Larry's armpits. Hoisting him seems like the simplest way to do this, not that any way is going to be particularly graceful.]
You'll need to help me. You weigh a bit more than I'm used to from you.
[Aaaand pull.]
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[Only one person comfortably fits between the wall and the bed here with elbow room. Possible? Sure. But you'd probably whack a couple extremities on both of those things in the process -- even for a small guy like Larry.]
Okay.
[Larry, in turn, holds Ford's shoulders in preparation for being hoisted up.]
That makes two of us!
[Big words for a man that effortlessly threw himself up against the wall just a second ago. He's not stupid enough to not try helping Ford by pushing his tail down against the ground to alleviate some of his weight from Ford's burden. It...works out pretty well, actually! He just can't help with the putting-him-on-the-bed part, but that too gets managed without much drama.
He's stopped being stupid -- for now. The blackness has stopped around the base of his neck, and is about one-third of the way down both of his arms simultaneously.]
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Now that he's a little more used to it the feel of the cetacean skin is kind of nice. It's novel, which to Ford is more or less the same thing as attractive. Where it is on Larry's arms makes it look like he's wearing a very tight tee shirt, but sometimes that's just how it is
on this bitch of a planet.]There. Back on track.
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Oooh!
[You know what that sound means.
Larry does it a second time, this time intentionally. He hits exactly where he wants to, with just as much force as he wants, and another sharp SMACK echoes through his apartment, followed by Larry's signature giggle, then plants soft little plap-plap in the same spot.]
congrats on freedom from prell
Fast learner!
[He wonders if he'll bruise. Not that anybody else would see them so it's not exactly high priority, but the idea of having to explain his ass looks like that because of unforeseen dolphin tail is pretty funny. That's something for future Ford to worry about. Present Ford wiggles a little bit against Larry's now very differently-arranged bulk.]
Think you can figure out getting it in on your own?
[Man's impatient. Pls no bully]
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[Because being on his side is starting to feel really awkward. He doesn't have much flexibility for side-to-side movement, only back to front, and he feels a little beached like this.
See...
The thing you have to understand about Larry and Ford is that Larry is the top. Larry is also the much weaker one, which means that a lot of their interactions is basically Larry giving him gentle suggestions and Ford indulging him. But today?
Larry lashes his tail and, with his own strength alone, manages to roll the both of them over so that Larry is on top, with the bulk of his tail's weight bearing down on Ford's midsection and thighs. Larry looks down at him with exactly the smirk you'd expect to see from a man who has been given far too much power far too quickly. Thankfully, he only plans to use it to ravage...Ford's ass.
Larry holds his upper body up on his arms and his tail pushes against the ground. It's not exactly clear what he's trying to do as he moves back and forth with terrible inaccuracy, but it's safe to say he's not trying for penetration just yet. He sinks down far enough to get his flippers under Ford's legs and pulls them outwards to hike up Ford's legs on top of them. For being such thin appendages, they're surprisingly strong.]
Ah, there we go!
[He inches back up to shift Ford's legs into a missionary position, but he's still not quite at the right setup for penetration. But what he does have the setup for is to lock their mouths together for a fleeting moment as he feels the tingle of transformation rise up through his jaw, leaving his neck a dusty rose in the front and a black streak up the back of his neck.]
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Of course the fact remains that this is no closer to what he actually wants. He squirms a little, digging one reproachful heel into Larry's back like that might help pull him further up.]
That's precisely the opposite of -- mph!
[... Okay. A kiss is permissible. It mollifies him a little, and he settles in to enjoy it right up until the point that his tongue gets involved and finds a very different landscape than it's used to. His eyes snap open and he puts a hand on Larry's shoulder to push him back.]
Your teeth!
[Predictably he says it with the same delight and enthusiasm that someone else might have when presented with a free deluxe ice cream sundae. If he can finagle it he is absolutely going to try and shove a couple fingers into Larry's mouth in order to push it open. He needs to get an idea of the lay of the land, alright? It's a mark of exactly how preoccupied he is by this new development that he doesn't even realize sticking his fingers in somebody's mouth is a pretty intimate thing to be doing with them.]
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Huh! Isn't tha--aahugheuh?
[Larry's brows steeple in an alarmed helplessness and becomes very still while Ford plunges his fingers into Larry's mouth, blue eyes wide as black streaks encircle them. Technically he's not that helpless, but he doesn't feel like drawing blood is a fair punishment for over-eager curiosity.]
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Absolutely phenomenal.
It hit you like a freight train, huh?
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Sure. Seems smart.
Larry gives him a deadpan expression over his invaded mouth.]
Youb waek huar a greah deendisd.
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Sorry, what?
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[Larry, with the space of his mouth now liberated, runs his tongue along the inside of it.]
I said, "you'd make for a great dentist."
[He also doesn't feel like dwelling on how weird that was, so he starts wriggling his way up until his new dick bumps up against Ford's. Yeah, try to get your fingers into his mouth when you're face-to-face with the pale-rosewater skin of his belly! His wriggly dick successfully does about everything else than manage to find its target, including but not limited to: wrapping around Ford's dick, around his balls, slap against his thighs, try to drill itself in the crease between his ass and leg, drill into his taint--all to the sounds of Larry getting progressively frustrated.]
Nnnghh--oh, come on!
[He whimpers. God, this sure does reflect pretty poorly on him right now, huh?]
I swear I know where it is! I--I might--[he squeaks out the last words:] need some help...?
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He wraps his arms loosely around Larry's waist now that it's directly over him. They do tighten when he starts laughing, though, because how could you not laugh at this? Here they are in the home stretch and it's still just categorically refusing to go right. Not that having a very enthusiastic dolphin dick wiggling all over isn't a fun experience, but it's not the fun experience he wants to be having right now.]
I've had worse. One time I was with someone of the amphibious persuasion who got very confused once it was apparent there wouldn't be any eggs or jelly involved.
[They managed to turn it out eventually then. They can now too. As he talks he snakes a hand down between them and get a grip on Larry's new junk. All it needs is a firm hand to nudge it in the right direction and get things started. Please let it take the goddamn hint.]
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[Larry is honest-to-God fascinated by stories that Ford has to tell about all the crazy alien sex he's had. But like, at this moment, the words "eggs" and "jelly" are...well, they're not turning him off, but they're definitely not turning him on.
Larry's dick clings to Ford's hand. His brain has figured out how to grip and squeeze, at least, so that's what he does. He feels the latex-lined edges of Ford's entrance against his "head" (not that there's not much of a definition of one now) and with little control, he tries to peel himself off of Ford's hand and into the hole.
Instead of going forward, it backs up--]
No!
[--but thankfully hits the heel of Ford's thumb before it can get very far. Larry sighs in relief, then steadies himself. Ford's hand is making a pretty good tunnel, so instead of feverishly stabbing in the dark, he carefully inches towards his intended target like a swimmer clinging to the pier to bring them to safety. Finally, finally, he sticks the landing -- and tries not to get too excited. He slowly sinks the first inch in...then the second--then a muscle in his tail just loses all control and slams the last two inches in with one powerful inward thrust.]
Ah!
[With far more celebration than really is merited:]
I did it!!
[This man is not a virgin.]
i like the part where ink talks about ford pines sexual history for a LOOOOOOONG time
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