It was instantaneous, what occurred then, the once inanimate, motionless air blown whale was alive, moving with a sudden burst of life that was driven solely on revenge, and conquest.
“You’ve ridden me recklessly for the last time, you crude little wolf!” The orca spat viciously, appearing to grow several inches, then feet, filling itself with air of its own accord in some unknown manner.
Surprised, and entirely disbelieving of what was happening right before his eyes, the barn broad wolf gawked in amazement. Clad only now in his plaid speedo, having been preparing to ride the whale he’d ridden on so many prior occasions without incident, yet now unable to do so.
“Ah…Ah dinnae think!” He stammered, opening his mouth to say more.
“No, I suppose you didn’t, that’s the problem!” The whale hissed, cutting Angus off mid-speech.
Still the already bloated whale would continue to expand, growing to immense proportions, the dark blue Scots wolf sure he would pop at any moment. He didn’t however; rather, the whale became so big, he towered over Angus, soon reaching out his bloated fins to grab and the burly wolf, and entraps him in his clutches.
“Noo! Stop!” Angus cried, finding himself held securely against the whales slippery latex underbelly, glistening with even the smallest amount of water that had touched it.
“You never headed my pleas for you to stop, why should I heed yours?” Taunting Angus, the whale held him steady with one fin, as the other began massaging the already sizeable bulge in the wolfs speedo.
“Wh-whit are ye dooin’?!” Angus groaned, unable to resist the inflatable toys advances, as strong as he was, the wolf was no match for the ‘Kong’ sized blowup.
“Giving you exactly what you want, on my terms” The whale replied calmly, continued to run his soft, slippery pawfin along the length of Angus speedo.
“D-dinnae…noo…dinnae make me cum like this.” The scotswolf pleaded, his package tingling, and throbbing in response to even the lightest touch of the orcas’ fin.
“Why? What difference does it make, it happening this way? Don’t speak; I can answer that for you. You see, every bit of your seed has aided me in becoming a fraction more alive, like your randy self. So the more I make you climax, the little more ‘mobile’ I become, until I’m as every bit as animate as you are!”
Mocking laughter rang from out the inflatable whales mouth, as he continued stroking away at Angus loins, his slow, sensual strokes, becoming quicker, and slightly more aggressive.
“Stoap, STOAP!” Angus yelled, continuing to struggle, but it was no use, even his strength was no match for the whales steel like grip…it would only be moments until he succumbed, and gave into the screaming desire for release.

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Long, long ago, in a web site consumed by geoshitties inadequate hosting capabilities, there was a site called ‘Rubberationoon’…which all of two or three people recall. One of my favorite creations there was Angus, A burly red bearded Scotswolf who loves inflatables of any kind, shape or form. Nearly forgotten in all these six years since his creation, I brought him back thanks to some inspiration from a certain admirer of the big lug, and came up with this piece.

Enjoy!