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This is what Gabe wanted. It’s what he’s been waiting for. For someone he cares about to take him. Sure he’s let a few dudes into his slit a few times, and definitely wasn’t shy about playing around in his own ass. But the time-scorned possum currently peeling off the shark’s sweat-stained jockstrap in that dingey East-LA garage was REALLY getting him going. The possum was just about to push in any moment now, already having had gourged himself on the volumputuos shark ass and cocks.

“Grey…” Gabriel whimpers, lips and voice unsteady after receiving a rimjob that made the shark’s ass shine. “I wanna go… ALL the way.”

“We are! I’m just ‘bout to stick my dick in you,” Grey takes a moment to slap his hefty, condom-covered cock right on Gaberiel’s winking and wet hole. “Then I’m gonna blast my load in this, and make you drink it down!” Grey’s ‘refined’ southern accent is accompanied by a juxstaposing ass slap that makes Gabe’s cheeks juggle. The shark shivers in need but continues his point.

“That’s what I mean! I want my boyfriend to… to be in me all the way. To take me.”

“Huh?” Grey tilts his head at 45’ angle to stare at his newly officiated boyfriend.

“Take the rubber off, I wanna feel you in me!” The shark blurts out, face crimson and burning from such a shameful display of need. He needed to feel his boyfriend fill him up entirely. All the reports from all across the country about all those other men had made him understandably concerned and careful. But Grey was different. Literally.

“You told me to wear it?” Grey shuffles back a few inches, cock starting to droop. “I don’t mind either way, I just wanted to do what you wanted, Big Guy.” Grey’s compassion and understanding makes Gabe’s heart flutter for a moment. The shark is convinced even if they hadn’t met each other in the golden place, that plucky and earnest attiude would have won him over eventually anyways.

“Well… I trust you, Grey.” Gabriel settles down onto his elbows, ass still sticking up in the air on all fours. “B-but beyond that. You’re not FROM here. Back where you were, that… illness didn’t exist yet. That’s what they say on the news, that it’s new!” Gabe could feel himself tear up, eyes stinging with more than just sweat. It was hard for him to be genuine with someone. The shark had figured out the logic last night in his own bed, away from the possum. But even expressing something as simple as a carnal desire was new to him. Being so vulnerable, especially with his ass up and offered, was going to take some getting used to. Gabe wants to share it with someone he knows he loves. With his boyfriend. “So p-please. Give it to me raw… I need you, Dude!”

Grey’s cock twitches violently in its latex casing. He’s certain the shark’s hole winked at him when Gabe admitted what he wanted. The shark certainly thrust back and put his head down when he said it, ready and eager to receive the possum’s cock. It was driving Grey wild, the need to breed and seed growing in the possum. Grey held his cock foward with his left hand, the organ newly hard and pusling from its waning state, and nicked the reservoir of the rubber with a claw on his right thumb. He rolled it down just an inch or two from his head, the hooded cock dripping onto the loose hole in front of it.

“Give it to me, Babe.” Gabe wimpers just as Grey places his raw and bare cock tip on the hole offered up to him. Both of the men hiss in pleasure, the warmth and heat from the skin-on-skin contact driving their lust to higher levels. “Breed me!” Gabriel wasn’t sure why he said it, but he made sure to grab each globe-sized cheek of his ass with one hand each, and spread his hole even wider for his boyfriend. Grey’s sweat and precum soaked cock slipped into the shark’s saliva-drenched, loose hole not a moment later, the possum sinking in half of his cock in one go.

“Fuuuuuck!” Grey was in heaven. Sure he had fucked dudes raw before, but none of them ever felt as good as Gabe did. None of them ever AS eager and needy and wanting. None of them that he cared for in the same way he cared for Gabe.

The possum’s cock flexed inside his boyfriend, a large spurt of precum from his over-productive balls coating the remaining insides where his tongue couldn’t reach. And that was all he needed to practically slip in the rest of the way to the warm and moist hole. HIS hole, the hole calling and begging for him.

Gabe was similarly blissed out. Both of his cocks had managed to drop from his slit again. The twin pair felt ready to blow at the slightest of touch, Gabe happy he took the jock off before starting. He was sure that if they rubbed up against the tight cloth fabric he would have shot his load by now. He wanted this to last as long as it could, and jizzing his brains out just as Grey started would have made that much more difficult. The thick cock spreading him made him sink harder on to his elbows, thrusting his ass back more as he made the final stretch towards his ass and held himself completely open for his boyfriend. “Take me! Please!”

That’s all Grey needed to start pumping as hard as he could. Gabe had told him he was experienced back there, and the silky velvet envoliping the entirety of his cock in warmth certianly coabereated that notion. Gabe needed the possum’s cock, and Grey was going to give it to him. He was going to pour his entire self into his boyfriend. Thrust after quick thrust was met with the rude and loud slaps of fat ass on skin. Pump after pump of full speed fucking was starting to make the dusty couch the two were on thrust forward every so slightly with each hump. Grey had to remember to thank his boyfriend for holding his cheeks open. It allowed the last inch or so of his cock to sink in and REALLY stretch Gabe out. It was also the last bit of length to let the possum punch up against Gabe’s second colon.

“Shit! Fuck!” Gabe cried out in a pefectly erotic mix of pleasure and discomfort. The shark had only managed to hit that deep once before, and it had caused him to piss all over the place, preventing him from expermienting with it afterwards. This angle was perfect though. His hole was completely surrendered to his boyfriend, just how he wanted. Just how he needed. He was going to let Grey take him completely, and opening up in new ways, literally and figuratively, is just what Gabe needed to start his approach to cumming. “OH! OH! OH!” His voice was getting higher and higher pitched. His tunnel tightening and internal balls pulling up tight. His twin cocks slapping rudely against his belly over and over were covering his body and the couch in pre, extremely thoroughly. The thought of sounding so feminine was embarrassing… for a moment. But Grey’s consistent and powerful strokes made him forget about that, and enjoy and embrace the moment of being so… open. “GREY GREY GREY! BREED ME, PLEASE!” Gaberil’s voice cracks as his ‘anal-gasm’ from penetrated so deep, grips him. The shark shakes and tightens his hole. He involutenarily clenches around the shaft inside him, legs twitching. His ass becoming white and frothy, the whore-ish deep fucking breaking free his inner lining.

“FUCK GABE!” Grey was familiar with the biological activity happening beneath him, though he definitely didn’t know how or why. He just knew that when he was REALLY deep-dicking someone, it would happen. And it was one of his favorite things to do. The added pressure and slickness was his breaking point, the emotional high peaking with his physical prowess and act of masculinity, truly breaking open his loving boyfriend beneath him. He grabbed the shark by his shoulders, whose large cheeks were still luckily spread apart, and sunk his cock in as deep as it would go. Head fully in his colon, Grey blasts off rope after rope of heavy and thick cum inside of Gabriel. Coating his deepest inside with his essence, over and over again. Held so tight and so close, the two sweaty bodies were practically one.

The pleasantly burning heat and heavy sensation filling Gabe up in such a new and exciting way as the last straw for the shark. He fully fell into the stained couch, no longer caring about what fluids he knew he had put on it, as long as he held his ass open for Grey to pump deep and heavy into. It was everything the shark had thought it would be. By the time he noticed, his dual cocks were already shooting off rope after rope of cum everywhere, coating him and the couch in layer after layer of seed. Just how Grey was coating his hole in layer and layer of jizz. It was like… the two combined into one. And it made him happier than anything else in the world.

—

Four Months Later:

It had been… hard to say the least. After banishing all those demons back to super-hell and changing fate, (not to mention unpacking a shit-ton of childhood trauma for the two) Gabriel and Grey had made their life together as best they could. Turns out helping the government with entity containment came with a few perks; including an updated paperwork identity for Grey, a small house on the East Side of LA, and a couple thousand dollars so the two could land on their feet. Grey had started working a decent enough warehouse job and Gabe had finished his semester at UCLA with enough C’s to not flunk out… and enough swim-time improvement to keep his athletic scholarship. Though, that had been starting to falter for the shark recently.

Gabe’s times were starting to slip, the shark suffering from nausea and weakness. And though he was trying to bulk, and did enough cycling and weightlifting to more than outpace his eating, he was becoming rounder instead of bulkier. Grey hadn’t minded of course, but shared his boyfriend’s concerns for the shark’s ‘gains’ and scholarship perspectives. An offhand comment about Gabe being a typical sissy who got knocked up after descrbing a sudden onset of morning sickness from the shark’s asshole coach got the squeaky wheels in Grey’s head turning. “God… what did that shithead-rabbit do.” was a thought that rattled ahead in Grey’s brain over and over. Once Gabe started asking for less greasy and blissfully american/mexican junk food, and started craving esoteric flavors and greenery at all hours of the day, the single light bulb in Grey’s brain started to flicker. It was time the two went to the Spook’s place and have them run some tests…

“Dude, this is stupid!” Gabe rolls his eyes, barely following Grey down to the coffee shop on the nicer side of town. “How could ~I~ be pregnant?” He grabbed his couch and made a show of gripping his slit platting for a moment. “I know I got a pussy, but you’ve seen the DICKS in them. Hell, they’ve been in you!” Grey brought a paw to his forehead, trying to not scream from the very rude and very public display. Though, he did admit to himself that it was kinda hot.

“That’s not the point, Babe. We’ve had to come down here on TWO separate occasions so the spook-mystics dispel a curse or two. What if… what if V-virgil did something to you? Or me? To make that happen!” Gabe was going to retort with something witty… but his boyfriend was right. Even after breaking free from the arch-demon a couple lingering effects had lasted. Nothing American tax dollars couldn’t fix at the very least. “Plus…” Grey closes the short distance between the two, and rubs his paw gently along Gabe’s stomach. “I’ve always wanted to be a father. Didn’t think it was likely considering everything… so I’m happy if I can be!” Gabe’s face burned red and his smile cracked into a nervous twitch just as the two entered the spook-coffee shop. Gabe had put some thought into it as well… also discarding the notion after factoring in his ‘disposition’.

“Guess we gotta thank God for all the little miracles… even if some eldritch entity caused ‘em I guess!”

–

“Oh ya, SUPER PREGNANT.” The spook-site’s physician was reading a chart to the two men in an underground doctor’s office. “First reports confirm a womb in Mr. Alvarez’s sigmoidoil colon. This ultrasound,” The physician points to the tray a nurse had just brought in, “Will confirm movement and viability of the pregnancy.” The physician began to glove up, preparing Gabe’s round belly for inspection. “Though… it is curious. It isn’t any of my business, but most anal-intercouse doesn’t usually result in semen in the sigmoid*. We’ll have to devise a test to see if that was altered too.” Gabe and Grey’s faces both turn away from the doctor, hoping to find the words to communicate that it wouldn’t be necessary.

“Well… is this something your team can… ‘fix’?” Gabe was able to shutter out, before the cool and slick examination gel was applied to his scales.

“Of course! Supernatural abortions are covered by your contributions to containment. Routine stuff here!” The physician began to glide the prob over the shark’s stomach.

“Well… I meant, put me back to normal? I’m not sure if I WANT a womb in my ass.”

“I’m afraid not. It doesn’t appear to be an enchantment or a curse of some kind. Looks like Virgil just… rearranged your insides. It’s quite fascinating really. Somehow, he made your body’s testosterone augment the pregnancy. Really, really good work all around.”

“Oh…”

“Mhh, there they are!” Grey and Gabe both look towards the ultrasound screen, a few swimming shapes in the shark’s gut dart in and out of screen.

“Oh my god…” Grey’s eyes begin to water.

“Good news! We’ll have to double check, but they appear to be fully shark-offspring instead of some hybrid. They’d probably be viable-offspring if you didn’t want to get that boy-bortion.” The physician begins to write a few things down on his notepad as he continues to examine Gabe.

One of Grey’s paws reaches out to Gabe’s hand. The two grip each other each other tightly. Grey smiles, a few tears dropping down from his cheeks. “It’s your decision, Gabriel.” The possum nods, trying not to visibly hold his breath.

“We’re… we’re keeping them! I-we… we want to start a family!”

• [AN: This is completely out of my ass and is used for a joke, idfk]