I have wanted to get a piece of art with my friend (orca cousin) York (yerkelayh) for awhile now. This was made by Cinnamomo and they did a really good job with it. Second part will be out later, along with the second half of the short story.
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Even here and now Chrysanthos could still not believe they had won the giveaway. They prepared as best they could, cleaned up nice and good before heading out. The hourglass dolphin was dressed casual but colourful, trying to go for a “teachwear” look that would suit the stream, or so they thought. They looked at the doorbell, already glowing before they then pressed the button. It changed colour, then a pause before the door opened.

“Great, you made it, no problem finding the place, right?” The deep voice belonged to the massive orca on the other side of the opened door. York’s in person presence was louder, bigger, just… a lot more than seeing him on cam.

“Y-Yeah, I was… it was fine.” The dolphin replied cringing at their own nervousness, eyes ogled at the bare chest and arms of their idol. Only his signature armband and a pair of “modesty shorts” were worn by the muscle bound killer whale, but then it was his own home.

“Well come on in, we’re starting in ten.” York smiled and gestured to follow before he turned back expecting the smaller cetacean to follow.
Chrys nervously played with one of the zippers on their jacket as they entered. They took in everything and appreciated how spacious the place was. It made sense though, Chrysanthos was not short but at around 5’10” they were tiny in comparison to the orca who was easily some 3 feet taller and a whole lot wider. The footsteps alone felt ominous underfoot as they followed him all the way to the “studio” room.

More pleasantries, they were offered a drink and some merch. But as the time got ever closer the dolphin was busier on their phone. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity, no way were they going to waste it. Signal boosting on socials, checking and asking York to boost them as he sat down behind the desk and started to get ready. But it was just as much a distraction from their racing heartbeat, and an apprehension before performing for chat.

“Okay bud, we’ll be live soon. Get that fluke over here and err… hop on up.” York commanded with a pat of his lap.

They did as they were told a helpful hand from the orca effortlessly lifted them, legs kicking, up onto his lap. By the time the stream was live Chrysanthos was more shades of pink than black and white. This close they could feel the massive man’s muscular chest and washboard abs behind them. Their hands sheepishly linked in front of their lap, only looking at the camera when told to.

“Now this little cutie is going to be on the underdesk cam. if you want to see the big finish like the girl from last night, we’ll need to hit those targets!”