I always like to pair sharks with dolphins so this one's no exception. Though we're having a bit more anatomical shots with added eggnancy. Some sharks do have eggs but no, they don't look like bird eggs. So I took some liberties, but hey I am a bird so deal with it, these are the only kinds of eggs I know. How does a dolphin get preggers with the eggers? Don't ask me I slept during biology class. Apart from that I did add anatomy that I am sure most folks don't know about, such as shark claspers do actually flare open, though not exactly as I've depicted it, I took some artistic liberties there too.
The great white shark here is called Gash and belongs to my friend
\n\t\t\t\t\tFischie. I figured since I don't have a shark or a dolphin character myself, I might as well include someone else's character. In return he wanted to write a little story to go with it which I'll be adding here. There will be a more vorny and rougher version on his upload of it when he gets around to it.Anyway, for those into this kinda stuff, hope you like it!
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Lora gasped when the shark’s serrated teeth gripped her right behind her head. Ever since a lot of large sharks had moved close to the lagoon she had been fucking her way off their menu, something she proudly broadcasted on her body in the form of many round scars of various sizes. Most just latched onto her flippers but this one was huge and needed to bite down further up in order to line up his claspers with her folds.
“N..not so deep!” Lora chirped, before the white shark’s eagerly bent active clasper even touched her rubbery skin. Though heavily pregnant with shark eggs, she was not concerned about the depth of the impending penetration. Honestly she was very much looking forward to it, but she did prefer her head to stay attached and since she knew this particular shark from his size and the width of his jaws, there was no doubt that things were going to get rough.
A dry chuckle came from around her neck, telling her to just deal with it as the anticipated rough skinned mating tool slid along her underside until its tapered head slipped into her warm folds. Their bodies were now coupled in two places and Lora shuddered in a mix of excitement and fear as the huge predator above her bent his thick frame sideways and drove his thick, meter long breeding tool deep into her comparatively squishy form. She opened her maw in shock and let out a deep moan. The teeth pulled on her thick skin all around her “neck” and his denticle coated scraped harshly over her smooth one, grinding off her steel grey colour in some places, another hallmark of a thorough shark breeding. The tolerable pain he felt was however just seasoning to her surging lust, something she yearned for and missed whenever she mated with her own less gifted kind. Her nethers were feeling hot and cold at the same time, since a big heavy ambient temperature clasper had just rammed its way in but the violently fast, challengingly deep thrusts of the shark soon created enough friction to make up for that. It only took a second for her to be reduced from one of the smartest animals in the ocean to a barely articulate, pregnant lump of moaning cetacean that got absolutely ravaged by a near savage shark. In short, it was just the way she learned to love it.
“Breed me!” she moaned into the ocean for all to hear, taken over by lust, eager for more but afraid to ask him to go harder. Being a car sized white shark who would probably just eat her in case things went too far, he gave another chuckle and indulged her. For a one ton predator that could saw her in half in under five seconds, he was almost gentle with how his grip never tightened even though his thrusts turned from intense to violent. Still this rutting was going to be recorded on her skin as another large round scar to broadcast her qualities as an eager shark relief toy.
On her lower end, things changed far more drastically. Where the clasper had ground on her thickly slime coated walls before, it now jackhammered its way deeper. The thick cervix intended to protect her egg laden womb was not the guardian it was meant to be and instead treated like a suggestion instead. Where there was man sized swimming muscles behind every thrust, there was a way. With a squelch the shark managed to sink another dozen centimeters of clasper into his stretchy little hybrid factory and growled proudly when he felt the soft shells of many eggs on the tip of his rigid breeding tool. Some of them were his, some were not but all of them were going to swim in his semen very soon.
Lora was a drooling mess now. She let out a continuous drawn out groan which changed in pitch with the frantic rhythm of the shark’s thrusts, unable to tell when one orgasm ended and a new one started at this point. Her whole body was shaking and when she felt the head of the intrusive clasper flaring out like an inverted umbrella. This made the tugging on her already busy womb feel nearly as harsh as that on her neck. Her whole body shook and wavy undulations travelled over her blubbery hide each time the shark’s tail slapped into hers and his brutally rigid clasper stirred her insides. Sometimes it felt like she had a second spine now.
After a while the shark reached his peak. There was another low grunt, followed by a tsunami of lukewarm and thickly viscous semen which spouted from a wide tube in his flared clasper. The sticky mess flooded between the eggs, coated her inner walls and swelled her up just a little bit more. She felt so full, so wonderfully fulfilled and happy. The constant “Fuck! Breed me! Give me more seed!” which had echoed in her mind a second ago was replaced with a calm, gentle glow. And then the beast pulled out.
First she was released, or spat out rather, and then he gave a final kick of his tail. His perpetually rigid and slightly too big clasper was ripped out of her with brutal force, sending her into a tumble. Once she recovered, she looked to the side, seeing him calmly circling her, strings of sexual fluids still dangling from his used clasper and trailing towards her. As she had spun, some of it had even wrapped around her tail like a kinky spider web and she felt literes of the stuff oozing out of her happily abused sex.
“Nice work Lora. Ten more of those sessions and I won’t even have to hold back anymore.”
“Will you stay around a bit then? For training purposes?” she asked meekly, waiting for his reply before going for her well needed breath.
“I will stray around. If the smaller ones try giving you trouble again, I’ll just have a snack.”
Lora shuddered a little when he showed how easy he had seen through her -quite successful- attempt to gain his protection.
“Speaking of meals.” she chirped and swam around him to show off her new bitemarks and scrapes, the gape of her overflowing sex before making her way under him.
“I still did not feed and that second clasper looks mighty juicy. Mind if just…. Hang around?” she teased and slurped the heavy breeding tool up into her beak like maw and swallowed, using her tongue and throat muscles to hang onto him as he cruised and hopefully worked up the drive to feed his willing dolphin toy.