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~Shoreline Shark~

By: Phamyne Plaguox

[WARNING! This Story Contains: Male (Feral Shark) on Male (Otter) Non-Consensual Frotting, Crushing, Cum Inflation, Oral Vore (Soft), Gore, Digestion (Fatal), and is not suitable for minors.]

With my arms folded behind my head and my legs stretched out towards the glistening ocean, a soft moan escapes my lips as I soak in the warm rays of sunshine from the comfort of my plush beach towel.

Victoria: “Tired already, twotter~?" But it would appear that relaxing isn't an option for me right now. Squinting one eye open, I see a red vixen looking down at me with a paw on her hip and a smug grin on her face. Her auburn fur makes for a beautiful contrast against the clear blue expanse of the ocean at her back, but I can't say the same thing about her arrogant and very telling smile.

Toby: “I'm tired, Vickie, go bother your boyfriend." I try to wave her off with a flimsy gesture of my paw, but the fox gasps in feigned offense, telling me all I need to know before she even speaks. With her black paw still pressed against her chest, Vickie very briefly casts her green gaze towards her boyfriend, who from what I can see, is busy digging in the sand about a hundred metres to the right, before she looks down at me and clicks her tongue.

Victoria: “ Tch! No way! He wants me to help him find crabs to cook for dinner! But that sounds absolutely wretched! So come swim with me, butt slut~ I wanna race!" Sighing out in what I hope is enough to express my annoyance with her, I raise myself into a sitting position and try to mask my smile by giving her the most exasperated look I can muster.

Toby: “Well… If he's looking for crabs, shouldn't he be looking in your bikini~?" I waggle my eyebrows at Vickie and dart my eyes towards her pink swimwear, eliciting not just a much more offended gasp from her overly glossed lips, but an amused giggle from the corpulent tanuki at my side.

Victoria: “Now you listen here , you little tail raiser! You either come swim with me like you promised, or I'm telling Adrian how you were spying on us when we made love in the hot tub two weeks back!"

Toby: “N-now wait just a minute! You make it sound like I'm the one at fault for that! I left for ten minutes and I came back to find you bent over the side of the hot tub!" She rolls her green eyes, waves her paw dismissively, and folds her arms beneath her breasts before casting a disinterested gaze towards the muscular iguana who is now in the process of running after what I can only assume will end up being our dinner.

Victoria: “That's not my problem. What is my problem is that you were jacking off while looking at Adrian's body. I'm suuure you wouldn't want him to know that you sprayed your baby batter aaall over his bushes while watching us make love, riiight~?" It's the fox's turn to waggle her eyebrows at me, earning a much more visceral reaction than I did from her. My face instantly flushes with blush as I see the uncomfortable expression of the tanuki at my side, but before I can try and explain myself, he clears his throat and comes to my aid.

Dylan: “Come now Victoria, you're being unreasonable. And didn't the tour guide say the ocean on this side of the island is far too dangerous to swim?" While the vixen pouts at his justifiable reasoning, I gesticulate between both of them as if to help emphasis just how outrageous she's being. The sly fox smirks and parts her lips with what will no doubt be another of her snarky comebacks, but the tanuki raises a paw and shakes his head before she can speak.

Dylan: “And while you and Adrian were making out in the bushes instead of fetching the cooler from the car like you said you would, Toby and I were busy setting up camp. So don't you think we at least deserve a moment to catch our breaths before you try to coerce us into another one of your crazy schemes?" Vickie returns to pouting and folds her arms under her barely contains breasts as she looks off to the side with a huff.

Victoria: “ Fine! But you still owe me a swim! The only reason we came to this beach was because you wanted a closer look at the sunken battleships."

Toby: “Hey. This is like, the most secluded beach on the island, you can't tell me the isolation doesn't benefit you too~" I say this while nodding my head towards Adrian. The poor iguana is in the process of shaking his hand back and forth in front of his chest while kicking the sand, and if I had to guess, it would appear that our dinner has decided to fight back.

Victoria: “ Urg! I hate it when your right…" The fox huffs and her shoulders slump as she finally concedes defeat. Vickie then wearily casts her gaze towards the green saurian with one of the most apathetic expressions I have ever seen.

Victoria: “I can't believe I'm going to help my boyfriend catch crabs…" I try to hold back my laughter, but my snickering earns me a scowl from the vixen, one that quickly turns into a cheeky grin as she sways her tail playfully behind herself.

Victoria: “Don't forget, I know your secrets~ You and I both know that the hot tub wasn't the only time you've ever checked Adrian out~" She laughs haughtily with her snout to the sky, and before I can respond, starts skipping across the white sand towards the handsome lizard who is currently running away from what must be a very aggressive crab.

Dylan: “Don't mind her, Toby. You know she's all bark and no bite." Side eyeing to the tubby tanuki at my side, I bite the inside of my cheek as I return my concerned gaze towards the hollering vixen.

Toby: “Well… Vickie can be pretty spiteful. I mean… She's only hostile if I antagonise her, but with how much I've been riling her up on this trip so far…" The large tanuki laughs deeply and pats my back, drawing my attention to his bright smile and caring brown eyes.

Dylan: “Don't worry, I'll defend you from the scary vixen if need be." I smile gratefully at the canine and am about to thank him, but a screeching bark causes us both to flinch, and as we look towards the troublesome duo, find Victoria to be chasing after Adrian with a stick raised over her head and a limp in her step.

Dylan: “Err… I might need to set some parameters to just how far I'm willing to go for your protection…" I chuckle and reach over to pat the tanuki's leg in reassurance before returning to my reclined position with a smile on my face.

Toby: “It's alright, Dylan. I've known Vickie all my life. If she wants to play dirty, I'll just tell her underwear model boyfriend all about what she used to do with uncooked hotdogs in high school~" Even though my eyes are closed, I can feel the look of discomfort crossing the tanuki's no doubt scrunched up face.

Dylan: “R-right…" Snickering, I hear Dylan hastily paging through his comic book to find where he last left off, and while the wailing of Adrian being attacked by his overaggressive girlfriend disturbs the ambience of what should be a peaceful beach, I still find myself unwinding to the serene sound of crashing waves and the aromatic scent of the lush forest at our backs.

It's the seventh day of our two-week vacation in Hawaii, and I couldn't be happier~ Our gang has been planning this trip for the whole of last year, and despite all the conflicting schedules and the many complications it took just to arrive here, most of which were caused by our resident troublemaker fox, we have been enjoying our time here on Lana'i Island to the fullest~

Lana'i is the sixth biggest island in the Hawaii chain, and by far, is the most isolated. The island may pale in comparison to the others in terms of activities and tourist destinations, but it is definitely the most naturally beautiful.

Lana'i is known as “The Pineapple Island", as it's supposedly responsible for like, seventy-five percent of the world's pineapple export. The only other noteworthy thing about this place is the WWII ship wreckage to the east of us, but that is just fine by my standards. We all agreed on this destination because we were looking to get away from all the bustling crowds of the big city, and so far, we haven't been let us down~

Currently we are at “Polihua Beach", which is to the northwest of the island. It's far enough from Shipwreck Beach that no one can bother us, but close enough to Keena Point that we can still see the lava shoreline to the far west.

The island is beyond beautiful, more than anything I could have ever expected. I mean, beastfolk have always commended how amazingly clear the oceans in Hawaii are, how verdant their plant life is, and how pristine and white their beaches are. I always thought these were just exaggerations, but actually seeing it for myself, any photo now pales in comparison to the real thing.

Though… The one thing beastfolk often forget to mention are the crazy locals. While we were visiting The Garden of the Gods two days ago, I was approached by this native who was insistent on speaking with me, and while I should probably have been a bit more cautious about following an old cardinal to her hut, my curiosity got the better of me.

After making ourselves comfortable, and accepting tea that tasted like worm juice, the old bird wasted no time in telling me that she sensed the aura of death around me, and that while it put her at great risk to even approach me, the island had urged her to warn me about the danger I'm in; Something the avian did by regaling me with many tall tales of the island's “Supposed" history.

Apparently, Lana'i Island was once haunted by monstrous beastman-eating spirits, and that many had avoided these shores for hundreds of years. That was until a certain unruly prince from Maui braved these beaches and harvested all the fruit from every single ulu tree. His father was greatly angered by such disrespect for the island, and as punishment, prince Kaulu?'au was banished to Lana'i for his crime. He was never expected to survive, but through guile and his trickster ways, the panther prince outwitted the evil spirits and banished them from the island. He did not only redeem himself through unexpected bravery, but finally brought peace to an otherwise inhospitable place.

Though… According to the avian, she said that while most tribesbeastmen tell the tale about how all of the spirits were vanquished, she knows for a fact that some had remained hidden, and that to this day, they are still devouring the flesh of anyone unlucky enough to stray too far from public eye…

I got a big fright when Vickie and Adrian had rushed into the hut to “Save me", the latter of which actually pinned the poor old lady to the wall! But before I could explain myself, or even apologise to the cardinal who in my opinion was only looking for someone to tell stories to, I was whisked back to the dirt road and then to the Four Seasons Hotel where my best friend promptly berated me for following strangers into their huts.

I tried to explain everything at the time, but other than Dylan patiently listening, Vicky and Adrian scoffed before saying that she was either going to sacrifice me to some long dead god or that she was looking to scam me by peddling a protection amulet. And while I don't put much stock into the whole “Aura of death looming over me" shtick, one tale she told me really piqued my curiosity.

The old avian spoke about a monstrous beast called “Manohele". A type of quadrupedal shark that hunts not just in the ocean, but on land too. He's supposedly bigger than an ox, wider than a cart, and more deadly than any of the other spirits residing here. According to her, Manohele's heart is broken, that he still mourns for his fallen brethren, and that he has been getting revenge for them by devouring anyone who steps upon his shoreline.

I mean, beyond the absurdity of it, it's a pretty interesting and original idea. I've never heard of a shark with legs, well, other than beastmen of course, but even their feral forms are water bound. And considering I've spent many hours laughing at B-grade movies where killer sharks are put into bizarre events, the idea of one being capable of running across the beach just as efficiently as it can swim through the ocean is a pretty alluring thought. I bet if a studio caught wind of her farfetched story, they'd make an unintentionally comical movie about it.

Victoria: “ Butt slut! It's time for our swim~!" Peeling my eyes open to the blue sky and shifting white clouds, I crane my neck and look on with dread as Vicky waves to me from the edge of the shoreline.

Toby: “Urg…" I sight while sitting up and rubbing my eyes as I try to adjust to the bright light, but jolt as Dylan's paw suddenly lands upon my shoulder. Turning to face him, I find the tanuki giving me such a reassuring smile that he instantly puts all my worries to rest.

Dylan: “We better get going. Do your best to handle Victoria, and I'll see what I can do to dissuade Adrian from getting us arrested for picking the pineapples." Looking towards the saurian, it appears that the shirtless hunk is in the process of scaling a tree.

Toby: “Alright, big guy. Just don't let Adrian trick you into helping~" I say this with a teasing wink as we get to our feet and Dylan laughs jovially while patting his rounded stomach.

Dylan: “What can I say~ Adrian's a good cook! I don't mind consenting to his crazy ideas so long as they are legal." I roll my eyes for the canine who always thinks with his stomach, but before I can respond, the bare-chested tanuki gives me a quick side hug and gently pushes me towards the still wailing vixen.

Dylan: “Go, Toby. We'll be here when you guys are done swimming, hopefully not in cuffs, but with plates filled with delicious food~" I giggle at his enthusiasm and give one final nod before jogging towards the impatient fox.

Victoria: “Alright my webbed footed friend! Are you ready to redeem yourself for coming in second place for three years in a row, or should I just continue to call you twotter~?" I roll my eyes for the vixen and blow her a raspberry. Out of all the nicknames highschoolers could have come up with, “Twotter" was by far the least imaginative. Though… It really annoyed the shit out of me at the time.

Toby: “Hey! Don't make it sound like I'm a terrible swimmer! Besides, I always beat you when it comes to holding my breath." Victoria rolls her eyes and shakes her head in poorly contained disappointment.

Victoria: “You're an otter, Toby, you have a genetic advantage. And besides, it's not like you're using that God-given gift for anything outside of the bedroom~" She bumps me with her hip and brushes her tail against my back, causing me to blush and try to hide my embarrassment through a chuckle.

Toby: “Wh-whatever. Let's just get this over with." I move to walk past her and into the ocean, but the vixen stops me with a black paw on my chest and a contrastingly very serious look in her eyes.

Victoria: “When last did you take your medicine? I don't want another accident to happen like last year." My ears pull back as I recall the event she's talking about and struggle to meet her gaze.

Toby: “A-about four hours ago. The Naloxone I'm taking now is a slow-release capsule, so I only need to take it again in about two hours." She nods and slides her paw onto my shoulder before giving it a gentle squeeze.

I know she's just being cautious, especially since I almost died when I stopped taking my medication for more than a month, but I wish she would understand that I'm doing better now. I was depressed and didn't really care what happened to me. The breakup was super difficult and hit me harder than I like to admit, but I'm on track now. Things really are looking better, why can't she see that?

Victoria: “You sure, honey? You're not lying, right? Because as far as I recall, you needed to take Naloxone every four hours." I sigh and try to keep my irritation at bay by telling myself that she's just trying to look out for me.

Toby: “I promise , Vickie. I'll even show you the damn bottle if you don't believe me." Her green eyes dance across my face as if trying to find the truth in my expression, and after a few seconds, concedes through a stern nod.

Victoria: “Fine. I believe you. But if you're lying to me, I'm going to shove a pineapple up your arse and then force your tablets down your throat so you can feel just how much it hurts!" I chuckle and roll my eyes for the ridiculous fox.

Toby: “Victoria, I have CIPA, not epilepsy. Please stop treating me like I'm some decrepit old beastman." She slaps my shoulder and frowns while pinching my cheek with a crazy look in her eyes that I'm far too familiar with.

Victoria: “ Hey. This is still serious stuff, butt slut! You could get cut up by the coral and not even realise it! Worse yet, your blood could ring the dinner bell for a shark!" Brushing her paw away, my whiskers twitch as I cross my arms and look out across the ocean with a scowl.

Toby: “It's fine, Vickie, seriously. I learnt my lesson. Can we please just get this over with?" She looks at me from ears to tail, almost as if she were trying to figure out if I was just being moody or attempting to hide my depression.

I've been living with congenital analgesia since birth, so you'd think that beastpeople would learn to trust me to take care of myself by now. I mean, to some degree I get where Vickie is coming from. This condition can be very dangerous as I can't feel any type of pain without medication, so I've injured myself countless times without even realising it, but I really do wish everyone would get off my tail and treat me like I wasn't some incompetent old fart.

Vickie's telling gaze isn't helping me feel any better either, her eyes practically invoke the memories of the many times that I've burnt my skin from climbing in a bath that's too hot, or how I used to chew my fingers down to the bone without realising it. Worse yet were those times I passed out from spending too much time under the sun. I mean, if it weren't bad enough that CIPA removes my capacity to sense pain and temperatures, it also hampers my ability to sweat, which makes the threat of overheating a serious problem for an otter like me.

I am thankfully spared from any more intrusive memories as Vickie sighs and shakes her head, drawing my attention to her conflicted expression as she casts her solemn gaze over my shoulder and towards the boys.

Victoria: “I know you say you're doing better and everything, it's just… Seeing how fucked up you were in the hospital was sooo goddamn painful! I love you, you know!? I just need to make sure that you're alright, okay…?" Vickie may be abrasive most of the time, but she is my best friend for a reason. The vixen cares deeply for me like no one outside of my family ever has, and I don't think I would have survived high school, let alone college, without her support.

Toby: “I promise I'm alright, Vickie. I-I know I can't take back the things I did, but I swear I'll never let things get that bad again without asking for help, alright?" While guilt causes my throat to tighten to the point that I struggle to get these words out, the vixen's gaze finally softens and she smiles softly.

Before the tears can spill from her face, Vickie pulls me in for a tight hug and I don't hesitate to reciprocate her embrace. The fox's breath rattles and her claws dig into my back for the briefest of moments before she roughly pushes off of me and turns away in some vain attempt to hide that she started crying.

Victoria: “N-now come on, you've kept me waiting long enough, twotter." I smile sadly, and despite her not facing me, nod my compliance.

Looking out towards the ocean, we have a pretty nice view of the islands closest to Lana'i. Straight ahead of us is Moloka'i Island. It's long and thin, but has towering mountains stretching to the clouds. While to the far right is Maui Island. It's much bigger with far less mountains, but no less beautiful. These islands are nowhere near swimming distance, even for someone as talented as Vickie, but seeing them laid across the vast expanse of crystal-clear water invokes a feeling of peace that I've rarely been able to find back home…

Victoria: “ So! I was thinking we could race to those clusters of lava and then back again. Last one to the beach is the loser." Pointing out to the far left of the island with her other paw on her hip, Vickie looks at me with a smug grin.

Toby: “Err… I-I don't know … Those rocks kinda look dangerous, didn't you just say how you're scared I might hurt myself?" The vixen exaggeratedly rolls her eyes for me and casts her gaze out towards the north.

Victoria: “Well, there's nowhere else for us to race to. We could swim towards Moloka'i, but there's not exactly anything to mark the halfway point." Turning to look eastwards, there is a bend that curves around this section of the shore and leads towards Shipwreck Beach. The water's much shallower, but at least there aren't dried lava rocks jutting out the sea.

Toby: “I-I don't know about this, Vickie… This seemed like a good idea at first, but seeing just how rough these waters are…" We read about how dangerous these waters are at this beach, hell, we were warned how beastfolk have been cut to ribbons by the sharp rocks and even swept out to sea by the strong currents, but instead of taking this as a warming, Vickie saw it as a challenge.

Victoria: “Ahh, cummon, butt slut~! We've got this! You make it sound like we haven't won every single competition we've ever competed in!" Throwing an amicable arm over my shoulder, the vixen leads me to the furthest point of the shore till the waves start to wash over our toes.

Looking out to where she expects us to swim, it's about five-hundred metres from here to the lava rocks, with the space between these two points curving to our left and forming a large lagoon. I guess it could be safe. I mean, the water is much deeper thanks to this bend, but the only downfall is that because of the depth, the waves are far more hostile.

Gulping, I look to the grinning fox at my side and try to quell the hesitance that makes my whiskers twitch and my stomach roil. Vickie must see the weary look on my face, because she drops the smile and sighs in resignation.

Victoria: “Alright, fine. How about this? You race me and I'll get you Jason's number." My ears immediately perk and Vickie's smile returns twofold.

Toby: “W-wait, but you told me he's not gay… Right?" She grins playfully before feigning a look of confusion and taps her chin with her index finger.

Victoria: “Weeelll… Let's just say that a little birdie told me that the stag you're simpering after miiight just swing both ways~" I squint at her in disbelief. I know Victoria's games. I've been fooled by her one too many times to just buy into her words without concrete evidence.

Victoria: “Oh my God! Don't look at me like that! I'm not lying! Look, Stella told me that Carl forgot to wear underwear during one of their matches and that Jason's eyes lingered for faaar longer than any straight guy's would." Well… That does sound like something Carl would do…

Toby: “And what makes you think that I'd need your help in getting his number even if that's true?" My scepticism is met by hysterical laughter, which in turn causes my façade to break faster than I meant for it to.

Victoria: “Oh honey~ I know that you've been around the block, but every time that stud walks into the office you become a blabbering mess~" Crossing my arms and looking away, I mumble under my breath as I try to fight the blush painting my face, but fail as her wicked grin widens in sadistic delight.

Victoria: “So… Do we have a deal~?" Sighing in resignation, I turn to give her one last scrutinising stare before reluctantly nodding.

Toby: “ Fine! But you better come through! And if I get swept out to sea, you'll owe big time, Victoria!" While her ears twitch at hearing me use her full name, her smile widens and she eagerly nods while clapping her paws together.

Victoria: “Deal! Heck, if you can keep up with me, I'll even send you nudes of Adrian!" I didn't think my blush could warm my face anymore that it already is, but my snout starts to burn as if it were on fire, and judging by the cheeky look on the vixen's face, she's loving every second of it.

Toby: “F-fine. But you better keep your word…" She laughs jovially while walking into the ocean and waves for me to follow. We come to a halt once the water reaches our hips and then Vickie speaks with a much more serious tone.

Victoria: “Alright. Freestyle stroke with no alterations?" I nod while trying to erase the frown from my face and then look out towards the mark.

Toby: “Let's stop just before the rocks, alright? I don't wanna risk getting swept into them." Vickie seems reluctant to agree, but eventually nods before rolling her shoulders in preparation for our race.

Victoria: “Whatever helps you keep up with me, honey~ I personally plan on going all the way~" I chortle and roll my eyes before stretching my arms overhead and then poising myself to dive.

Toby: “On the count of three." I start counting down, but before I can even finish, the fox shoots off like a torpedo and leaves me gasping in shock!

Toby: “H-hey!" I'm quick to throw myself into the water and propel forward with all the speed I can muster! Resurfacing, I catch sight of Vickie and find that she's already a few metres ahead of me! It's a sight that immediately makes me feel ashamed to be an otter.

I know she said no alterations, but at this rate, I'll never catch up! Despite feeling bad for cheating, and with the promise of nudes ameliorating my guilt, I start using my tail to help propel forward and instantly pick up the speed that I need to keep pace. I don't care if Vickie berates me, she knows that I can't keep up normally, and by God I'm not about to let her pass me!

Swimming in the ocean is far more difficult than competing at swim meets, not only because of the temperature change or the density of the water, but the added undulation of the ocean certainly makes it more exerting. My limbs are already sore from the strain and we're barely even passed the quarter mark!

A particularly strong wave washes over me and I almost capsize, but using my natural flexibility, I roll into the twist and propel myself forward like a jet, using all my species advantages to the full breadth of my abilities.

I have no goddamn idea how Vickie is so talented! Not that I'm specist or anything, but her breed doesn't exactly have a disposition for swimming well! Yet, throughout all of high school and college, the slinky vixen has beaten me every single time! Not that I'm sour about coming in second place at every event, even if it's a big hit to my ego as an otter, but since her boobs are big enough to be considered floatation devices, it makes losing all that much worse!

Toby: “!!!" I lose concentration and am swept off course as the waters become more difficult to tread, but a quick twist of my body helps to realign me. Slowing down enough to catch a glance at where Vickie is, I can instantly tell that I've been pulled out into the ocean a good few metres, and while I'm only threequarters of the way there, the fox has just about reached the rocks!

Determination sparks in my veins like fire and propels me forward with all the energy I have! An unwillingness to lose courses through me just as powerfully as the ocean that slams against my burning muscles. I refuse to allow her to win with such a big gap between us! And while I know that it doesn't matter whether I'm on her tail or ten feet behind, that Vickie will still gloat for the rest of our vacation, but I'll be damned if I don't at least try my best!

Using all my focus and coordination, I throw one arm in front of the other in a perfect sequence with each kick and every ripple of my tail, keeping my snout aimed forward and using my ability to hold my breath in hopes that my streamline posture will offer yet another advantage.

My ears twitch as I hear mumbled words between my splashing, and as I raise my head from the water, I do so just in time to see a streak of red fur rushing past me. My pace falters as I turn to watch as Vickie speeds off in the direction I just came from. My fur instantly bristles as I grit my teeth, angry at not just her, but myself, yet before I can turn back and put all my pent-up rage into catching up, a shadow engulfs me…

Turning to look up, my angry expression immediately drops as an enormous wave crashes over me, and before I can even try to brace myself against it, my entire world is sent upside down! The force of the ocean violently plunges me into the depths faster than I can reorient myself, and before I can stop tumbling towards the rocks, before my eyes can focus on anything other than the thousands of bubbles swirling around me, a hard hit to the back of my head makes my body go limp and for everything around me to turn dark…

Burning… The first thing that I understand as the clouds in my mind start to dissipate is that a burning sensation is surging through my chest like molten lava. I'm not sure where I am or what's going on, but the blaze in my lungs forces my eyes to snap open in panic.

Toby: “!!!" I gasp in surprise and lose what little air my lungs still held, as not only do I find myself under water, but my surroundings are very dark! As I twist into an upright position and look left and right through the shadows, I can barely make out the glimmering rocks surrounding me on either side, but from what I can see, I appear to be in some sort of underwater tunnel!

My palpitating heart immediately amplifies the burning in my chest, but I'm thankfully able to calm myself before fear can completely take me. I quell my thrashing and steady my thoughts before doing my best to focus my gaze and assess my surroundings properly.

I seem to be trapped in a fifty-by-fifty-foot tunnel that runs endlessly in either direction. Its walls consist of rugged yet smooth brown ocean rock, while the floor is lined with a plethora of different plants. The sea grass sways gently in what appears to be a low current, and as I squint in the direction if flows, I fail to see anything beyond more obscured shadows in the distance.

Judging from how warm my chest feels, I can surmise that I've been underwater for at least ten minutes. The longest I've ever been able to hold my breath is twenty, but with how the wind was knocked out of me by that wave, I'm surprised that I've even lasted this long.

The feeling of my lungs clapping together urges me to follow the direction of the current, so moving with as much coordination as my aching body will allow, I propel myself through the dark waters with a desperate need to find the surface before my breath runs out.

As my night vision slowly adjusts to the dim light and start to illuminate my surroundings, I try to make sense of how I got down here while propelling myself through the seemingly never-ending tunnel. Obviously, I bumped my head against the reef when that wave hit me, but was I swept into this tunnel after that? The current is certainly strong enough to have pushed me this far in, but does that mea–

My thoughts are cut short as I spot a light in the distance. It's faint, but the radiance rippling against the ceiling is unmistakable. The hole is at least four metres wide and glimmers with what looks like starlight. I can't even begin to control my actions once I see it, for my limbs move in unison and propel me forward with a desperate need for breath, and before exhaustion can take me, I burst through the surface with a wheezing gasp!

Floundering towards the edge of the hole, I throw my body against the smooth stone and pull myself from the water in some of the most ungraceful motions I have ever made before rolling onto my back and collapse against the cold ground as I desperately gasp through the fire caving my chest in.

As much as I hate to admit it, there is some part of me that likes this burning sensation. I spent a lot of my youth holding my breath underwater for as long as I could before resurfacing. Discovering the world was very different for me, as I did so through pain. While most beastfolk take such a simple sensation for granted, it became a way for me to discover the world. After learning I have CIPA, pain became a way for me to interact with everything, and as much as mom hated me staying underwater for so long, I guess she was just grateful that I was no longer cutting myself.

As the burning in my chest subsides and my breathing finally stabilises, my eyes slowly flutter open as relief fills me, but that solace is quickly stolen when I notice my surroundings. I shoot up into a sitting position and look around in utter disbelief for where I am!

I appear to be in some sort of underground cave. It's about a hundred feet from end to end and almost perfectly dome shaped. What's so surprising is not the size nor the symmetry, but that the rugged stone walls are covered with what appears to be bioluminescent plants. They kinda remind me of polypore mushrooms as they are flat and grow in clusters, but the type of light they emit seems so unnatural that for a moment I had almost thought them artificial.

Blinking in surprise at the almost moonlit glow of the grotto, my eyes trace from wall to wall, finding that the smooth brown rock has no crevasses or imperfections other than the large hole in the centre of the floor. And as I shakily getting to my wobbly legs, I finally realise that I've somehow lost my speedo during my encounter with the wave that knocked me out.

I instinctively wrap my tail around my waist to cover my genitals as I look around the well-lit cave. Not only have I never seen bioluminescent plants shine so brightly, but there is just something about this cave that feels… Off. I'm not sure if it's because of how symmetrical it is, how perfectly central the hole in the floor is, or perhaps just the otherworldly plants, but something seems off…

The large space is mostly barren of any obstructions. There are a few boulder-like rocks jutting out from the ground, but none of them are larger than a metre tall, and none obstruct the circular walkway at the centre of the room. Every surface of the cave is covered in a smooth brown stone that looks as if it's spent a lifetime being exposed to water, all except for the outer rim where plants grow from a much darker soil. Most of which seem to be fern-like bushes, but there are also a few fungi growing between them, some moss running along a couple of boulders, and some vines that snake along the ceiling.

Breathing in deeply, I'm surprised to find that the air isn't as dank or as stale as I had expected an underwater grotto to smell. It's salty like the ocean, and slightly musty in a very cave-like way, sure, but it's surprisingly fresh. Could these plants be purifying the air? Although… Now that I notice it, there is another peculiar scent lingering in the air… It's sort of fishy, but musky in a way that that I can't properly place it…

Brushing my paws through the leafy ferns, I walk around the edge of the cave and look for any possible exit hidden between the flora, but the first thing I stumble upon is a large empty space set between a cluster of rocks. It's around four metres wide and slightly sunken towards the middle. The hollow kinda reminds me of how a dinosaur's nest looks, and crouching down to brush my fingerpads across the stone, I find it more worn out than the rest of the cave.

Tracing my eyes from the dip in the conclave and towards the edges, a long white object catches my attention, but before I can move to inspect it, my nose twitches as I catch a whiff of a very strong stench. My face scrunches as I turn towards the smell and find it coming from the other end of the cave. Walking around the watery pit, the odour becomes overwhelmingly powerful as I stride up to a weird pile of mud clustered in one corner.

Toby: “ Fuck. What the hell is this shit?" Pinching my nose closed, my eyes trace over the dark clay-like mounds in confusion. They're caked liked they've been layered over a long period of time, but looking up at the ceiling, I find no holes that this weird substance could have leaked through.

These heaps of sludge stink like literally shit, and judging by their muddy consistency, I wouldn't be surprised if some giant sea cow has been using this grotto as a toilet. Hastily walking away from the smelly heaps of mire, I return to the conclave to inspect that weird object I saw, and as I crouch down to pick it up, there is a short pause as my fingerpads trace across its smooth surface, but realisation strikes me very quickly, and before I can even properly throw it away, I'm falling over my own tail as I clumsily back away in horror!

My breath catches in my throat as it clatters against the stone with a hollow echo. While I never did well in biology, there is no doubt in my mind that this white object is a beastperson's femur! Despite my fright, I find myself cautiously crawling forward to assure that my eyes aren't just playing tricks on me, but as I kneel before the length of it, any doubt is erased from my mind that this isn't the bone of an anthropomorph. It's completely clean of any sinew, but has a few strange indents that kinda look like bite marks…

Full realisation dawns at me all at once and my snout shoots towards the yucky mounds of sludge that I can't believe I had mistaken for mud. I'm not sure if it's the sheer amount of crap that had made me think it was something else, or if perhaps it was the idea that anything would been living down here, but as I sit in the pit of what is undoubtably the nest of a very large creature, a spine-chilling wave of fear runs from the base of my neck to the very tip of my tail.

I jump to my feet and am briefly confused as what I'm meant to do with the bone I didn't even realise I'm clutching, but after throwing it into the bushes, I turn to flee. If there is a beast big enough to curl up in a hole that is larger than any bed I have ever seen, then there is no chance in hell that I'm going to wait around for it to return.

Rushing towards the hole with all the intentions of diving in, I'm barely able to stop myself before I can, for as I reach the very edge of the watery pit, bubbles breach the surface and cause all the fur on my body to stand on end. I turn around so fast that I almost trip over my own tail again, and with an agility that I normally don't have outside of water, I dash across the stone and leap behind a large rock just as the echo of splashing reverberates across the cave!

Toby: “…" I hold my breath as the sound of heavy footfalls lands upon the stone floor one after the other, so hefty in fact that I feel them vibrate through me! My mind races with frantic panic as I realise that I've not just stumbled into the lair of what is clearly a ferocious beast, but that I am now trapped with it!

My heart is pounding so loudly in my chest that not only do I see it palpitating against my diaphragm, but I fear that it may give away my location to the creature! I try to quell my fear and calm my heartrate by focusing my thoughts on anything else, but hearing the creature growl out each breath and listening to the droplets of water fall from its body keep me on the fringes of panic so fiercely that it feels like I'm about to have a heart attack.

Toby: “!!!" I almost let out a scream as a loud thud resounds through the grotto! It takes my fear-stricken mind a full five seconds to realise that the sound must have must come from the creature plopping down in its den.

Despite understanding that the beast hasn't seen me, I remain perfectly still. I don't breathe, I don't blink, I don't budge a single inch as I listen to the heavy breathing of what sounds like a literal monster. Holding my tail tightly against my chest, I remain frozen in this moment where urgency and terror fight for control over my movements. Thankfully, before instinct can drive me to do something stupid, my thoughts clear enough for me to realise that I'm temporarily safe, and that I still have a chance of getting out of this unscathed.

Allowing myself a few seconds where I do my best to relax every strained muscle and slow my frantic heartbeat, I keep my focused on the guttural sound of the creature breathing and do my best to try and distinguish what it is from it's scent, but a combination of the salty ocean air, the plants that I'm basically huddled between, and the lingering odour of faeces, the only other thing I can make out is a slightly fishy smell, that, and my own musk.

Shit… I'm sweating! While I'm normally very thankful for something that stops me from overheating, being a mustelid is not the best characteristic to have when you're trying to remain hidden. I can only hope that the many other smells in the cave are enough to cover up my pungent scent…

As I calm down to the point that I'm actually able to think clearly, I release the death grip I have on my tail and carefully lay it on the ground as I devise a plan.

Alright. The only way out of here is through that hole, and while I would normally have no doubt in my abilities to swim faster than anyone, save for a certain voluptuous fox, I feel hesitant as I don't even know what I'm up against. I mean… From how heavy its footfalls were, there is no way that this monster is small, but what really bothers me is what it could possibly be, because not only can't I envision any amphibious animal that large, but the only one I can think of that can walk would be a crocodile, and as far as I know, there aren't crocodiles in the ocean. Nor any as big as what sounds like an enormous bull…

I decide that there is no way around it, and keeping as calm as possible, I quickly peek around the corner before shooting back behind the rock. Sadly, the only thing I'm able to make out is that there is a large blue mass curled up in the conclave. Actually, no. This is very good. If this creature is indeed sleeping, then that would give me enough time to slip into the water unnoticed, but before I do that, I need to get a good look at what I'm up against…

Peering around the rock with confidence that the monster won't notice me, my eyes widen as they lock upon the beast. Laying on its side and curled up like a sleeping dog is a creature I had once thought impossible, but seeing its fleshy skin, its meaty frame, and the gills that flare with every languid breath, my mind races with utter disbelief as my gaze dances across its enormous body.

Manohele… It's the first word to reach my mind as I observe the monstrous great white shark. That old bird had told me that there is a gigantic four-legged shark living on the island, and while I of course didn't believe her, there is no way to refute the truth as I look upon the beast that she named Manohele.

The quadrupedal shark's body is at least three metres long, with about another six feet of tail that alone look heavier than my entire body. If the monster's length weren't already enough to make him intimidating, then the width of his frame certainly is. While it's hard to judge while he is laying down, I surmise Manohele to be at least five feet from shoulder to shoulder and built like a literal bulldozer. Most of his body is filled with muscles so defined that I can distinguish every curve even through his thick skin, but if his chunky stomach is anything to go by, this shark is definitely well-fed.

Manohele has a two-toned skin colour like any other great white. The top half of his body is murky blue-grey while the underside of his torso is cloudy white. He looks almost identical to any feral shark I have seen. Everything from his triangular snout and masculine face, to the large dorsal fin between his shoulder blades and the thick tail curled around his front, the only difference is that this shark has four strong looking legs.

I don't know what I was expecting when I imagined what a great white would look like with feet, maybe I envisioned his structure to be similar to that of a dog or something? But from what I can make out at this distance, Manohele appears to have stumpy, dinosaur-like feet. They kinda remind me of rhinoceros's feet, but not as flat, and with short claws set between webbed toes.

I jolt and almost gasp as Manohele lets out a breathy exhale, revealing two rows of serrated teeth that confirms once and for all that other than his four legs and mammoth size, this monster is by all means a great white shark.

Slinking back into my hiding place with terror gripping my chest, my heartrate skyrockets once again, and try as I might, I just can't seem to calm the fear coursing through me as that old hag's words replay in my head. She told me that I would die here. She said that the “Aura of death" was looming over me, and then continued to tell me the story of a beastman-eating monster known as Manohele, almost as if she was trying to warn me that he would kill me!

I start hyperventilating as fear consumes me. Images of being ripped limb from limb and swallowed by the monstrous shark flash through my mind like a bad horror movie, but as a dinosaur-like grumble resounds from the other end of the cave, my mind snaps back like a rubber band as I realise just how much noise I'm making. My breath hitches and my entire body stiffens as I anticipate my impeding death, but after a moments pause where no racing footfalls stomp towards me, I quickly understand that I can't just sit here and panic. Manohele is not going to stay asleep forever, and when he next awakens, I won't have any chance of escaping.

Mustering whatever courage I can find, I let out a shaky breath and inhale as softly and as deeply as I can before carefully peering from behind my hiding spot. Despite all the noise I just made, the shark is none the wiser to my presence. Still, I need to be as quiet as possible and hope that he doesn't wake up before I can slip into the water and swim away from this place.

After reciting a silent prayer, I get onto all fours and crouch as low to the ground as I can, and as silently as possible, slink out from behind the rock. With my eyes locked on the sleeping beast and my sweaty paws pressed into the smooth stone, I crawl like a leopard across the floor and stalk towards the water with each pounding beat of my frantic heart.

My mind feels clouded as if I had smoked too much weed or had far too little sleep. There have been very few moments in my life that I've been afraid, but I know this feeling very well. It blocks out all other emotions, heightens your senses to the point that everything feels more intense, and makes you so hyper focused that the entire world around you starts to feel unnatural.

I've always thought that fear is the only thing able to show us what reality truly is. This hypersensitivity to the world always makes everything else I've ever felt feel empty in comparison. The stone beneath my shaking paws feels so much more tangible now that there is adrenaline pulsing through my throbbing veins, the air I breath is so thick that I can almost taste each particle as my mind struggles to hold onto one consistent thought, and life itself feels so much more precious now that mine could end in the blink of an eye.

The world seems to slow down as I reach the halfway mark, for as soon as I take my next step, I watch in horror as Manohele's breath hitches, his nostrils flare, and his eyes open in one quick sequence. The shark's dark blue gaze locks onto me with such a deadened stare that my heart literally skips a beat! His pupils dilate and awaken my urgency as I observe the acknowledgment registering in his mind. Seeing his understanding quickly rekindles my panic and rouses my frozen body. I hastily discard all subterfuge for speed and leap towards the hole in a desperate attempt to escape!

I plunge into the water and a brief sense of relief washes over me at feeling its cold embrace, but my respite is short lived, for a sharp stabbing pain shoots through my tail and I quickly find myself suspended mid-air! With only half of my body submerged in the water, the understanding that Manohele has caught me by my tail quickly causes fear to take control of my movements. I try to pull free by kicking against his snout and pulling myself into the water, but I'm wretched from the pool with one decisive tug and thrown so hard across the cave that I crash into the wall and crumple to the ground in a wheezing huff!

All the air is forced from my lungs with the brutal impact I make against the wall, but even as I wheeze in my next painful breath, I understand that there is no chance for me to make it back to the hole in time. Craning my neck to look at Manohele, I watch as the monstrous shark turns around and blocks my exit with his expansive body. He growls in a bellowing rumble that is just as domineering as his enormity, and even as I watch death stroll right up to me, all I can do is lay frozen in fear beneath his encroaching shadow.

Standing at around a full metre and a half, the shark's bulky legs raise his titanic body only two feet from the ground. Manohele is by far the largest animal I've ever come face to face with. He's larger than ox, more muscular than any bull, and far wider than a rhinoceros. I've never seen an elephant in real life, but I doubt even a pachyderm could fend off a monster this massive.

Manohele growls in such a terrifying way that I can only compare it to the dinosaur's I've seen on TV. His monstrous roar forces a wailing cry to escape my trembling lips as fear grips me so fiercely that my mind literally goes blank.

I am laid in the centre of the shark's nest, pinned between his razor-sharp teeth and the inescapable wall behind me. I feel like I should be moving, that I should be trying to pull my feet out from under his chin and running for my life, but my mind races so violently that when Manohele bears his serrated teeth in a wicked snarl, my heart palpitates so quickly that I start becoming lightheaded.

I'm blinded by tears as the monstrous creature lowers his head towards my chest and I feel as his fleshy breath washes across my fur. As I stare death in the face, I half expect my life to start flashing across my eyes as every movie I've ever seen has suggested that you see all your memories replay in your head before you die, but the only thing I can see right now is my fearful expression being reflected in the eyes of a monster, the pale white fleshy skin lining the insides of his mouth, and my blood as it drips from his jagged teeth.

Toby: “EEP!" A squeak escapes my lips as Manohele's nostrils flare when he inhales. My fur bristles and breath hitches as he proceeds to press his giant snout right into my chest and sniff me again! What's going on?? Is he savouring my scent before ripping me to shreds? I don't know much about a shark's behaviour, but this definitely seems unnatural.

I am left in this strange state of suspended fear where my skin crawls with the anticipation of feeling Manohele's teeth sinking into my flesh and his strong jaws snapping me in half, while my mind is frozen in confusion as I feel his thick snout tracing along my chest and then over my stomach. The shark's enormous muzzle dwarfs my comparatively smaller frame, his gills flaring with each deep breath he takes while he curiously trails it across my trembling body.

Toby: “EEP!" An even higher pitched squeak escapes my lips as Manohele nudges my sheath and starts prodding my genitals. My skin is cold to the point that it feels like my heart has stopped beating, and my mind is racing so fast that I can't think properly. All I can understand is that there is a great white pressing his enormous face in-between my legs and that at any moment now, I will feel his teeth sinking into my flesh and watch helplessly as my life comes to an end.

Stilted with fear, I watch in horror as Manohele pulls back and breathes out a hot breath that washes across my prone body, and despite fully expecting the rancid odour of death to envelope me, the great white's breath surprisingly smells only of wet flesh and a slightly fishy musk.

As I stare back at the shark's giant muzzle, my body is tense with the anticipation of him lunging and ripping me to shreds, but as I lay here, not breathing, moving, or even thinking, Manohele doesn't bite me. He simply continues to inhale while watery strands of drool fall from between his razor-sharp teeth and drip from his chin, and it's in this moment where I'm caught in a mindless daze awaiting my death that I notice how dilated his pupils are.

Where once there was a deep shade of sapphire blue that might have been beautiful were he not so terrifying, the entirety of his pupils have expanded so wide that I can barely make out his blue iris's, and while I should mistake this for a for an eagerness to taste my blood, with the way that he is breathing, the almost spellbound gleam in Manohele's eyes tells me that it's something else…

Toby: “Aah!" My focus returns to me as the shark once more nuzzles my sheath, pressing into my groin so forcefully that he actually squashes my balls in the process. I'm not sure if enough time has passed that I've regained my nerves, but my paws find his face and I try to push the beast away. It's one thing that Manohele plans on killing me, but it's a whole other story for him to so shamelessly be sniffing my nutsack as if I were haute cuisine and my musk was a delicacy for him to take delight in.

The feeling of the shark's skin is not what I had expected at all. While I've slept with a few different pisceans before, I've never had the pleasure of touching a shark. And I'm not sure if it's because he's a feral animal, or if this is something that even their beastmen counterparts share, but Manohele skin is rough like sandpaper. It's rubbery to the point that I can tell the difference between his flesh and the muscles beneath, but the skin itself is coarse and actually chafes my pawpads as I press into his snout.

Manohele starts pressing so incessantly into my groin that he forces my weight onto my shoulders and for my legs to part. Despite the dangerous situation I find myself in, my face warms at the humiliating feeling of being sniffed so abashedly by a wild animal. I'm not sure if my fear is dissipating or if I'm becoming fed-up with being treated like a fragrant flower, but I press more assertively against his snout.

Toby: “S-stop!" My voice has no effect on the relentless shark. He's inhaling my scent so deeply that his gills are actually vibrating. It's in this moment where I feel his drool dripping onto my injured tail that I remember just how strong a shark's sense of smell is.

Could my musky odour perhaps be affecting him differently than what it would a beastman? Mustelids are normally shunned for the intense and very specific odour we have, especially if we don't shower every day, but could it be having the opposite effect on Manohele? He certainly seems more interested in my scent than ripping me to shreds… Maybe I can use this to my advantage?

Despite how violently my paws are trembling and every instinct that tells me this is a bad idea, is stop struggling enough to carefully stroke Manohele's massive snout, but instantly earn a sibilant growl that causes my body to stiffen and my breath to stall. Shit… What the hell did I expect by treating him like a dog? Did I really think he'd behave enough for me to get to my feet if I gave him chin scritches? Even feral wolves wouldn't welcome such affections!

My thought pattern trails off as not only does the monolithic shark pull back from prodding at my asshole, but as he does, I catch sight of something pink and dribbling just as much fluid as his mouth. Looking past Manohele's rounded stomach and between his stumpy hindlegs, I catch sight of something that instantly supports my theory of him becoming intoxicated with my scent.

Protruding from the shark's cloaca are two of the biggest cocks I have ever seen in my entire life. They look more like something I'd expect to find on an overly blessed horse! And while one would be more than enough to put any equine to shame, Manohele has two enormous cocks! They are at least twenty inches each, perfectly smooth, tapered at the tips, and as fleshy pink as my own prick.

While there are many beastmen that are a part of the “Double dick clan", I have personally never seen it outside of porn, let alone be able to admire the hemipenis of a feral beast. Manohele's dicks look like long sleek tongues. Their tips are about as thin as my finger, while the widest parts of his shafts are at least as thick as my forearm. They are dripping so much precum that it looks like the great white has already orgasmed.

I am snapped from my enthrallment with his tentacle like dicks as the shark starts to nudge me in a very different way than before. Flickering my gaze upwards, our eyes lock properly for the very first time, and as they do, I see an intelligence in him that I didn't look to find in a feral. For a brief moment I start to believe that old bird's story about how Manohele is a vengeful spirit, because I've never seen an animal with such expressive eyes before. The look he's giving me right now is one I've found in drunk guys at any gay bar, and with the smell of his arousal hitting me, it's pretty obvious what he wants…

Toby: “G-get away from me!" I push away from the shark and raise my legs with all the intentions of kicking him in the face, but before my knees can even bend, Manohele growls in that same sibilant way that makes me think of a tyrannosaurus. I freeze, reminded that I'm not fending off a common animal, but that I'm faced with a mutated beast that should rightfully not even exist, and whether I like it or not, he is going to have his way with me…

I lay stiffly beneath the gargantuan monster in stunned silence, listening as the guttural growl slowly dies in his chest before an almost possessive look gleams in his eyes. Manohele confidently steps forward, and as his expansive chest brushes across my face, a high-pitched whimper escapes my lips.

The great white's enormous body presses me into the floor as he steps over me. His legs are short and stubby, raising his bulky form perhaps only two feet off the ground, and with how Manohele is purposefully pressing into me, there is no way to fight against his weight.

Toby: “S-stop!" My panicked voice escapes me in an involuntary cry, not only from the feeling of his fat belly brushing across my legs, but from the sensation of his rough skin rubbing against my sheath is almost a nauseating way.

My breath hitches as two warm and slimy rods run between my thighs, twitching and spiting viscous liquids across my fur. My broken whimpers and feeble efforts in pushing Manohele away mean nothing to the shark as he climbs on top of me till my snout is smooshed into his muscular chest and my legs are forced apart when he starts pressing his plump belly into me.

Toby: “!!!" The great white leans down and suddenly begins to smother me beneath his enormity! His immense weight pushes all the air from my lungs and forces my arms and legs to splay out! Manohele pins me inside his conclave as if he were trying to squash the life from me and lets out another sibilant growl, this one far more guttural than the last. His powerful voice resonates through his fleshy body and vibrates into me in a dominating roar, crushing me beneath more than just his hefty body as he reinstalls my fear.

Tears are streaming from my eyes and drenching Manohele's skin as he continues to crush me with his heavy body, and every time I move my head in a futile effort to escape his flesh, my nose and lips scrape against his sandpaper-like skin and become chaffed, forcing more cries from my clenched throat.

While Manohele's body is firm and muscled through what must have been a lifetime of swimming the waters of Lana'i and hunting unsuspecting visitors, his burly belly is comparatively soft. While it's fleshy to the point that there is some elasticity to his stomach, I can still tell from the firm muscles past all of the fat that his bulk is in no way caused by a life of idleness, but from the gluttony that comes with overeating.

As if trying to agree with my assessment, a guttural growl reverberates from Manohele, this one resonating from his plump belly. It's so strong in fact that it shakes every bone in my body and forces another breathless whimper from my lips. And while I can probably survive without air in my lungs for at least another seven minutes, having his weight bear down on me is starting to restrict my blood flow and crush my organs, and despite my urge to fight, my limbs fall limp as I start to become dizzy.

Whether this was what he was looking for or not, Manohele growls and relents in his suffocation of me just enough for me to be able to draw in my first real slivers of air, but this strained breath is just as quick to escape me as I had inhaled it, for the shark's hips thrust forward and I feel his slimy cocks run over my thighs, poke my balls, and then slide across my stomach!

With my legs spread to either side and my body held in place by his rounded stomach, all I can do is wave my paws in a weak protest and slap my tail against his body in defiance as the shark humps forward yet again! His twin cocks poke my taint this time, with one dick sliding across my ass cheek while the other presses against my sheath.

Panic begins to bloom in me for a whole different reason this time, yet despite my best efforts in fighting against his crushing weight, I am firmly held in place by Manohele enormous belly and forced to inhale the potent smell of the ocean water that's stained his skin as the scent of his arousal increases.

As he humps forward with a beastial grunt and puts enough force into his thrust to actually squeeze the air from my lungs, Manohele's twin cocks both slide against either side of my sheath. They pinch my comparatively small package and drench my fur in his salty and overly sticky precum.

Toby: “P-please stop!" I'm barely able to get these words out from between my sobs, his suffocating flesh, and the little air that I'm able to inhale, and contrary to my pleading, my panicked voice only seems to urge the shark to try more desperately to hit his mark, but with this awkward position he has me pinned in, all he's accomplishing is drenching me with his cock juices.

My tail flails wildly and hits his much wider hind quarters while my paws uselessly slap his stomach when Manohele humps forward again. His twin cocks once more frot my soaked sheath and draw frustrated growls from the oversized shark. His cloaca is oozing so much fluid that I can feel it dripping all over my anal ring, seeping down either side of my tail, and pooling under me.

I've never felt more helpless in my life, nor more violated. While I may have dreamt of what it might feel like to be impaled on a fifty-centimetre cock like Manohele's, and more than once considered having sex with a feral horse, feeling this monster force himself upon me in such a sexual way has my stomach curl into itself and my mind fill with the most desperate of terrors.

As Manohele thrusts his hips and misses his mark yet again, he takes a step forward in what is most likely an effort to get a better angle, but with my legs spread to either side, his hindfeet hook under my calves and inadvertently hikes them over his feet while also raising my hips from the floor! And as the shark pulls back to ram into me again, I don't have enough time to try and untangle myself from this much more vulnerable position!

Toby: “ AHH!" With a violent thrust and my body lifted into the perfect mating position, Manohele finally hits his mark! With an animalistic inconsideration, the great white's enormous cock pierces my tailhole and plunges a good ten centimetres into me!

I move to scream, to perhaps press my feet into his knees and finally get enough leverage to pull myself out from under his crushing belly, but as Manohele's slimy cock slides into my unprepared hole, so too does the shark bear his weight down on me more forcefully!

Toby: “G-get o-off!" my asshole stings with the harsh penetration, and squirming in an effort to escape only proves to help his dick in sliding deeper into my depths, and before I can shout out my defiance again, the shark humps forward and forces another anguished scream from my lips!

Toby: “ FUCK!!!" My body erupts with waves of pins and needles as a sharp pain rushes through me from my backside and straight into my brain in one of the most intense jolts I have ever felt! I grit my teeth and seethe through the agony, but before I can adjust to the searing pain, Manohele pulls back a few centimetres and harshly rams forward again!

Toby: “ AAH!!!" My broken voice is half muffled into the shark's scratchy flesh, and despite my best efforts to pull my legs free from this compromising position, they are hiked higher with every inch he buries in my asshole.

While one of his enormous cocks slips deeper into my clenched anal ring with his brutal bucking, the other has slid itself against the right side of my sheath, and with how his fat belly is pinning me down, Manohele's tapered dick is rubbing between our bodies in the same way that my stretched rectum is hugging the throbbing length inside me.

I bark out in pain as Manohele lunges forward and rams another few inches deeper into my ass! With the elongated shape of his tendril like cock, and the addition of how much precum he is leaking, the shark's penis is perfectly shaped for invading tight spaces, and with his secondary dick running along my stomach, I can tell just how deep Manohele is inserting himself inside my colon.

He pulls back only a few centimetres before lunging forward again with a beastial grunt, shoving more and more of his enormous cock inside of me with little resistance. My abdomen is radiating with the intense pain of being stretched so ruthlessly, and with how wide my anal ring feels, I can only hope that I've taken the thickest portion of his girth.

Stepping forward so he can sheath even more of his enormity in my warm depths, my back curls and my legs are hiked even higher over his knees as Manohele's fleshy belly brushes across my chest and comes to a rest directly on top of my face. It's instantly much harder to breath beneath his fat stomach as he bears his weight down on me, and despite my ability to hold my breath for long periods of time, I'm under so much stress from being raped by the shark that I can't even try to stop hyperventilating.

With one last violent thrust, Manohele's cloaca kiss my anal ring as he buries all twenty inches of his monstrous cock into my depths! Excruciating pain surges through me like waves of fire, but my screams of agony that are muffled beneath his fat stomach mean nothing to the shark as he seemingly relishes in the sensation of having hilted himself in the warm confines of a tight hole.

I've used a few different toys in my life, and while I probably shouldn't have taken advantage of my insensitivity to pain, I used my genetic defect to help me insert a thirty-centimetre dildo up my ass. I certainly pain for it the next morning when I took my medication, but the orgasm I had whole riding that lengthy boy was unlike any I have ever had since.

I'm not sure if it was watching the indentation of the horse shaped dildo poking through my stomach that made the act so erotic, or perhaps because it was the first time I had ever inserted anything up my tailhole without my CIPA meds, but understanding that I have a dick that's nearly double that length buried inside of my intestines right now is a scary thought. If my memory of that dildo wasn't already enough to tell me just how deep Manohele's dick is inside of me, then his secondary cock poking my sternum is.

Despite the burning agony, something else I had noticed from the first time our bodies pressed together is a noticeable difference in heat. While I understand that most pisceans have a low body temperature, somewhere in the twenty-two Celsius region, I didn't consider that aquatic animals shared this trait. Manohele is neither warm nor cold, but somewhere in-between, and while I can't tell if it's just the hurt from being so violently penetrated by his dick or not, the shark's cock feels much warmer than his scaly flesh.

As Manohele rears back, he pulls not just his meaty cock from my painfully stretched hole, but he sucks the breath from my lungs with the abnormal feeling of fifty-one-centimetres of thick flesh leaving my colon, but just as quickly as the breath is stolen from my lungs, my sharp cry of pain is muffled into his bulky gut as the great white pounds his enormity back into my ass!

My body spasms wildly as waves of unbridaled pain erupt through my core in one of the most visceral sensations of my life! I'm not sure if it's all in my mind or not, but I can practically feel my intestines rolling over his cock like an oversized arm trying to slip itself into a long sleeve. My insides are stretched to their limits, and if he didn't already permanently damage my colon with his initial insertion, then Manohele defiantly will if he keeps up this pace!

My nose and lips are raw from rubbing against his coarse stomach, but the shark is showing no signs of slowing down or releasing me from beneath his fat gut, so in an attempt to alleviate the pain of my face being rubbed raw, I crane my neck back and rest my forehead against the eroded stone, finding not just a space between his flesh and the ground where I can finally inhale slivers of air, but I'm saved from having my lips chaffed from my face.

Manohele fucks me like a beast caught in a rut, not allowing me any chance of becoming used to his girth stretching my asshole nor the unnatural depth that he's inserted himself, and despite the sheer agony, the utter humiliation of being raped by an animal, the combination of his pulsing penis bushing against my prostate and the sensation of his secondary dick frotting my sheath, I find myself shamefully becoming erect.

As if trying to make this situation even more degrading, my dick starts emerging from my sheath at the continued stimulations, and despite trying my best to control it, I can't stop the pleasured moan that escapes my lips; A sound that seems to encourage the shark into pounding my ass even harder.

Between the pain of having my insides rearranged by a twenty-inch cock, an unwelcomed sensation of pleasure sparks in me. My voice escapes in frail gasps of delight as Manohele ruthlessly hammers my asshole with incessant thrusts. His beastial grunts only adding to the lecherous sounds of our bodies colliding each time he violently hilts his enormity in me.

My penis emerges from my sheath inch by inch with each angry hump until my length is fully engorged and throbbing alongside Manohele's. With his gigantic cock protruding from inside my belly, his secondary dick brushing alongside my own, and his fat stomach pressing into me, my penis is stimulated on all sides, and with how much precum the shark has covered me with, the sensation of his sandpaper-like skin actually begins feels strangely sensual.

I'm not sure when it happened, but the intense pain of being impaled on Manohele's humongous penis has faded, and in its place, an intense pleasure has started to grow. With every inch of my intestines folding over his pulsating dick, every wet slap of his cloaca slamming against my asshole, and each brush of his cock rubbing my own from both inside and outside my stomach, every sensation starts to overwhelm me to the point that my legs willingly wrap around the great white in a desperate attempt to pull him even deeper.

Despite the shame I felt for being raped by a three-thousand-pound shark, his continued railing of my ass has flipped a switch and brought me to arousal faster than I've ever become turned on in my life. I moan whorishly as I feel Manohele's slippery cock plunge into my deepest reaches and stretch parts of my body that have never been touched before.

The beast grunting above me goes into overdrive, pounding my ass violently as he presses more of his weight into me. While a moment ago the sensation of having his corpulent gut squashing me against the ground and making it hard to breathe was a detestable one, feeling his enormity encompassing my body and crushing me into the floor brings an entirely different feeling now, one that I've always looked for in beastmen that are taller and stronger than me.

My tailhole quivers with each brush his rock-hard dick makes against my insides, squelching with copious amounts of precum as the shark continues to spurt more of his juices inside of my intestines, aiding with each unforgiving thrust as he plunges as deep into my body as possible.

My legs spasm every time Manohele hilts himself within my ass while my skin erupts in waves of goosebumps with each sensual caress he makes across my prostate. Smelling his pungent odour, feeling his rough skin rubbing against me, and hearing his beastial grunts, my mind goes into overdrive as Manohele hammers my asshole like a wild animal, forcing unforeseen pleasure upon me as he uses me for the most primal of needs.

While I've never been one to shoot before my partner, everything about this situation has had me on edge ever since I had first awoke underwater, and as I lay here beneath a titanic beast as he rails my ass with complete disregard for my life, the culmination of every sensation drives me past the breaking point and I can't stop my eyes from rolling back in my skull as my orgasm hits.

I scream in passionate delight as my mind literally washes over in white! My world that was once darkened by Man?hele fat stomach flashes brightly as my climax causes my every limb to stiffen, my cock to spasm, and my balls to pull taut against my sheath as spurts of cum violently erupt from my dick and mingle with the abundant amount of fluids already painting my belly!

I'm not sure if it's my clenching sphincter or perhaps my howling moan, but Manohele's pace becomes erratic at the very peak of my climax, and right as the last spurt of sperm shoots from my painfully hard penis, so too does the shark's length become stiffer and more rigid that before!

With one last violent thrust, Manohele roars as he slams all of his weight into me, crushing me beneath his enormity right as his orgasm hits! I feel every vein, every curve, and every inch of his monstrous cock as it swells with blood and starts gushing out absurd amounts of cum into my deepest reaches! His climax hits so hard in fact that it feels like each ejaculation burns holes through my intestines as he fills them up with copious amounts of spunk.

With his stomach squashing me into the smooth stone, my world becomes filled with nothing but shadows and his crescending roar. Manohele's powerful voice rattles every bone in my body as his stiff member furiously pours his baby not just into my body, but paints the space between us with thick shots of the most viscous sperm I have every felt!

As the shark's second penis continues to coat my entire torso in thick gooey jizz, I become aware of just how deep his other cock is inside of me. The twitching tool wildly pulsating in my stomach seems to be more than just protruding from my abdomen, for with each firehose-like eruption, I start to taste the salty flavour of his sperm, and despite the absurd notion of it, I quickly surmise that Manohele must have slid his cock all the way through my intestines and to the other side!

Before I can properly grasp the frightful implications of having every inch of my intestines wrapped around a monster's cock, I choke as a glob of fluid rushes up my throat and escapes my lips! I'm still in the process of hacking up the warm gunk when another burst of scaldering hot goo erupts from my lips and splatters all over my face!

It takes me a moment to understand what's going on as I lay with my neck craned backwards and my body contorted in a folded over position while Manohele rides out his intense orgasm, but as his cock stiffens and he ejaculates another burst of cum, I feel as not just my stomach swells with his sperm, but as it shoots up my throat and escape from my lips!

I quickly inhale as deep a breath I can before the next spasm and do all within my power to clench my throat and prevent any more cum from spewing from my mouth, but Manohele's climax hits so powerfully that it feels like I'm trying to fight against an erupting geyser.

The shark rams his hips forward as his orgasm starts to taper off, almost as if he were trying to prolong his pleasure, and as he does, he inadvertently crushes me into the floor and squeezes the cum from my swollen belly! I can't clench my throat tight enough to stop the waves of swelting hot sperm from gushing out of my mouth as Manohele gives one last dominant roar.

The world seems to stops as I feel the last few drops of his cum spilling into my gut. All I can understand is the pungent taste of Manohele salty jizz dripping from my lips, the intense weight of his stomach crushing me, and the overpowering smell of sperm trickling from every orifice.

I'm not sure how long I lay like this beneath the gargantuan shark, unable to breath or even think properly as he squashes me with his enormity, dominating me in such a way that I start to accept my place beneath his fat belly, but as his shaky legs stir and Manohele's heavy form lifts from me, a choking gasp has my entire body convulse as if I had forgotten how to breathe properly.

I start violently hacking and wheezing for breath as the shark stumbles and climbs off of me, but each inhale only proves to make it more difficult to breath, for my throat is so clogged with his spunk that every gasp causes Manohele's sticky cum to slip into my lungs.

Despite my exhaustion and my mind being so hazy that I can't even see straight, I roll onto my stomach and use all the force I can to push myself from the floor and hack the sperm caught in my windpipe, and with my back arched, I'm finally able to spit out the gooey cum. Breathing a rattled breath and feeling every ache in my body as my arms tremble, a new feeling greets me, and as I look down, the effects of my mating soon become painfully evident.

My stomach is… Swollen, to say the least. It's as large as a basketball and sways side to side as I struggle to keep myself upright, and if there wasn't already enough cum filling my insides to the point that it's constantly trickling from my absurdly stretched anal ring, then there is more than enough outside my body. Every inch of my fur is basted with sperm, and not only from him ejaculating all over my chest, but because the shark fucked me in the centre of his conclave, and right now, there is a shallow pool of jizz filling it.

As I struggle to remain on all fours, my arms and legs shaking to the point that I almost collapse, a waft of humid air brushing over the coagulated cum coating my face makes me become aware of the figure looming above me, and as I look up, my arms all but crumple beneath my weight.

Manohele is looking down at me with what I can only describe as a grin. I'm not sure if I am so stuffed with sperm that I've become delirious to the point that I'm seeing things, but I swear the shark is grinning. His face is flushed with satisfaction and all but screams of how much he enjoyed raping me.

I whimper under such an arrogant expression and try to push myself away from his haunting face, but I am so exhausted that just turning my head causes my arms to wobble fiercely. While I had little chance of escaping the monstrous shark before, the odds of fleeing him have now been completely obliterated.

Manohele seems to understand the comprehension in my eyes, for he snorts through his nostrils as if delighted at the sight. It's as I'm distracted by his flaring gills and wondering what will become of me now that he's done raping me that a loud grumble draws my attention beneath the shark.

Looking under Manohele, not only do I find his plump belly dripping with copious amounts of baby batter, but I actually witness as it rumbles and shakes! I blink in surprised, stunned that a stomach could ever grumble so powerfully that it would jostle about, but I'm once more drawn from my musings as through my peripherals, I see something horrific unfolding.

I look up right in time to see Manohele opening his mouth as wide as possible, and while I should be fearful of just what this means for me, I become strangely beguiled by the intricacies of the shark's mouth; The insides of which are like nothing I have ever seen before.

The first thing I notice is that Manohele has no tongue. Despite him being mutated in a way that he resembles a land-dwelling mammal, his mouth has retained the feral characteristics of a great white. Other than the double row of razor-sharp teeth lining his jaw, or the incredible depth of his mouth that encompasses at least a third of his entire body, there are weird gill like slits lining both sides of his maw.

I'm not sure if these weird vent-like openings lining his mouth are a part of his gills or perhaps just another mutation specific to him, but I'm not allowed to ponder this much longer, for with lightning-fast movements, Manohele lunges forward and snaps his jaws shut right over my face!

Toby: “ AAH!!!" My blood spikes with adrenaline as the shark's teeth painfully dig into my chest as he violently wretches me from the floor! The short moment I had to regain my mental faculties is stolen from me just as quickly as Manohele pulls me form the puddle of cum and into his cavernous mouth! Yet before I can properly acknowledge the agonising feeling of his serrated teeth digging into my chest and cutting me open, the great white throws his head upwards, parts his jaws, and tosses me deeper into his gaping maw!

Panic races through my mind like a wave crashing into me as Manohele's teeth bite down on my thighs! My eyes dance across the pale white flesh surrounding me on all sides as I fail to regain any coordination over my frantic movements, but with my arms slamming into his palate and my legs kicking wildly outside his jaws, my desperate attempt to escape his mouth is absolutely futile.

For a moment, I'm convinced that Manohele is going to bite me in half and swallow me in pieces like I've seen countless shark's do on documentaries and B-grade movies, and perhaps if I had known what his real plan was, I might yet have wished for such a bloody fate.

With the aid of the sperm coating my body and the copious amounts of saliva dripping from the fleshy walls of his mouth, Manohele tosses his head back, parts his lips, and throws my entire body into his maw in one fell movement! Everything turns black and my screams are quickly silenced as the enormous sphincter that my snout was pressed into opens like a pair of fat lips and sucks me deeper into his body before tightly locking around my chest!

My voice fails to escape my throat as the powerful cardiac sphincter wraps around my chest like a vice, constricting my chest so powerfully that not only is it impossible to inhale, but with how my bones start to creak, I fear that my ribcage is about to collapse and skewer me!

My mind races with the horrific realisation that Manohele is not just eating me alive, but swallowing me whole! Yet before I'm able to consider latching on to the weird gills in his mouth, or perhaps to scratch his mouth open with a few powerful kicks, Manohele throws his head back and sucks in more of my body!

Screaming into the squelching flesh surrounding me as the cardiac sphincter releases my chest, Manohele swallows me in all the way up to my hips and forces my face into the extremely wet walls of his stomach. Panic controls every movement as my exhausted body fails to put up any real fight, and just as unceremoniously as he had wretched me from the floor, Manohele tosses his head back one last time and seals my fate by consuming the entirety of my body in one quick gulp!

Being thrown into Manohele's stomach, I am forced to contort to the weird shape of his gut. While I'm no expert on anatomy, I do understand that the shape of the shark's stomach is very odd. While there is a large space just behind the entrance to belly, my face has slipped into a weird curve at the back of his gut. Manohele's spacious belly has a “J"-like shape to it, and right now, my entire snout has been forced into this smaller curve. It kinda feels like I'm leaning over my bed and trying to look for monsters under it.

There is this momentary pause where I'm so stunned that I don't move a single muscle. My body rocks side to side as my weight settles in the shark's stretchy stomach, and right as I stop shaking, his belly releases a rumble as if grateful for being filled with an after-sex snack. This echoing sound marking my demise finally reawakens my urgency, and with the last reserves of power my body holds, I frantically start thrashing against the slimy confines of his fat gut!

Toby: “L-LET ME OUT!!!" My arms and legs press in all directions, claws digging into the squishy walls, and limbs exerting all the force I can, but no matter how hard I grip, no matter how hard I kick, my efforts have absolutely no effect on the malleable flesh! My filed claws fail to puncture his gut and my limbs bounce back so powerfully that they actually slam into my body.

Toby: “I-I'm not food! You can't do this!" Despite understanding how futile it is to fight the shark's rubbery gut, my body moves through fear and desperation. His belly is pretty spacious, enough for me to wriggle around, and after enough squirming and using my flexibility to my advantage, I twist my entire body around until my face is met with the large sphincter that sent me here.

While I have better night vision than most, it's still difficult to make out much more than the thick red flesh lining his stomach that drips copious amounts of liquid and pulses with the excitement of having devoured me whole.

Pressing my feet into the back of his stomach, I raise my arms up to my face and start trying to wriggle my fingers in-between the enormous sphincter, but I quickly find that the ring of muscle is clenched so fiercely that it's even more futile than punching his meaty walls.

Panicked whimpers leave my lips as desperation forces me to keep trying to pry the cardiac ring open, but no matter how wet my fingers are with cum, saliva, and now gastric acids, the sphincter will not give! My arms fall limp and squelch into the combined fluids as my frazzled brain races with ideas on how else I can escape his gut, but after a whole minute of mindlessly staring at the tightly clenched ring of flesh, I fall violently into tears as my desperation becomes clouded by defeat.

I start thrashing again, my mind unable to accept the idea that I've been eaten alive, and despite being so exhausted that I'm struggling to even raise my arms properly, I press into Manohele's rubbery stomach with all my might. My paws slip and slide against his wet gut, failing to do more than swish the various liquids around as my screams echo inside the meaty chamber.

I'm not sure how long I thrash in his squelching gut like an overly tired toddler that's unwilling to be put down for a nap, but I eventually find myself laying on my back with my head propped up against the cardiac sphincter while my legs and tail curl below into the curved end of Manohele's oddly shaped belly.

Toby: “Th-this… This can't be it…" Whispering to myself through my panting breathes, my tortured voice echoes off the walls in one of the meekest sounds I've ever heard. Hearing it causes sorrow to grip my heart so painfully that it feels as if my anguish is about to squeeze the life from me before Man?hele's stomach gets the chance.

I start sobbing uncontrollably as the chamber holding me rocks back and forth a hammock before suddenly there is a noticeable change in his gut. Not only does my pitiful voice sound more echoed than before, but I can instantly feel a weightlessness suspending me. While the shark's belly hasn't exactly stopped wobbling, I can almost feel the rush of something brushing the outside my prison. Is he in the water? Did Manohele seriously just rape me, gobble me up, and then go for a swim as if my life meant nothing?

The harrowing thought of how utterly careless the great white has gone about eating me causes tears to more furiously spill from my burning eyes. I scream out in anguished frustration as I feel every stinging bite mark lining my body, every inch of my bruised intestines radiates an unbelievable amount of pain, and the consuming realisation that my life has come to an end…

I'm beyond fatigued. Not only did a busy morning take most of my energy, but being battered and beaten by the ocean, and then thrown around by a mutated great white shark before he brutally raped me… Everything has just taken so much out of me that I find myself unable to even keep my eyes open anymore. As the darkness of my mind slowly starts to steal me from this world, I wonder if I will even be able to wake up again…

My eyes flutter open to a dim light being reflected off a wet and vaguely red surface. It takes me a full ten seconds to understand what's going on, but as I do, my body jolts and I shoot up in shock as I realise where I am.

Toby: “…" Looking around the soaked chamber, not much has changed from before I passed out. I can hear the echo of Man?hele swimming merrily through the ocean, and feel the sting of the many wounds littering my body, but the one thing that's noticeably different is that the shark's stomach has started to fill with liquid. The curve where my tail and feet lay in is overflowing with a watery fluid, and now that I notice it, these liquids seem to be rising.

Laying on my back and looking down over my cum-coated fur, I see the end of the chamber is slowly filling with a very thin syrup-like fluid. It's got a yellowish tinge to it, and smells heavily of vinegar mixed with salt water, and judging by how it's stinging the bite wounds on my tail, it's not hard to figure out that Manohele's stomach is secreting digestive juices.

Shouldn't I feel terrified at such a notion? Why do I feel so apathetic all of a sudden? Perhaps it's because I understand how futile it is to fight my fate? Manohele's stomach is far too tough to puncture, and the cardiac sphincter much too strong to pry open. Does this mean that I've accepted my death? I'm not so sure about that, for just thinking how I'm going to die in here has my fur bristle with panic as a cold chill run down my spine.

Shit… How… How the fuck did I get here?? As harrowing as the thought is, I can't help but chuckle at thinking how I'm lying in the belly of an overweight shark, that not only swallowed me kicking and screaming, but raped me as if I were a common whore.

Fuck… I… I hope that Manohele doesn't swim to the beach where we were camped. How long has it even been? What did the guys do after they realised I went missing? Knowing Vickie, she'd start swimming the shore searching for me… I can only hope that Dylan reasoned with her, and that they went back to the hotel and told the authorities that I was swept out to sea. Not that their aid would help much at this point, as I'm sure that as soon as too many beastfolk come out to scour the waters, Manohele will retreat back to his home…

Sighing out and leaning into the squelching flesh, my frown deepens as I think of my friends and how fucked up this vacation has turned out. I suppose it can't get any worse than being swallowed alive by a shark, but I hope that the gang won't feel too bad about losing me… Damnit! I know for a fact that my disappearance is going to eat Vickie up inside. She's going to blame herself for egging me on to swim with her. She's not going to give up till she finds me…

Clenching my chest as warm tears spill from my eyes, I shake my head to try and rid myself of these dark thoughts and instead start picturing the smiling faces of my friends and remembering all the good times we had together. Like when Adrian pranked Dylan by covering the doorframe in packing tape, or when Vickie and I snuck a bottle of vodka into the office and got drunk at work.

Toby: “Heh…" I chuff softly to myself as I recall the amazing life I've led up until this point. While my end may have come sooner than I planned, and in a way that I never thought possible, I don't think I can complain about an empty existence. My life has been full of laughter, caring friends, and random hook-ups that I sadly can't help but wish had turned into something more…

Toby: “!!!" I'm jolted from my thoughts as a change in gravity has the shark's stomach jostle and shake erratically! That deafening pressure from before vanishes as Manohele's gut wobbles in a very familiar way, and as he takes his first step, I finally realise that the great white must have returned to his lair.

It's… A strange feeling to be so aware of what's going on. I mean… Understanding that he thinks of me as nothing more than food to power his body, that Manohele's just gone for an evening swim and has now returned home like he's had a busy day at work, it's such a bizarre experience to properly understand his way of seeing the world. I mean, I've never thought twice about what happens to the food in my stomach, I'd just feel happy after a good meal, so I can't say that the shark must be feeling any different…

Running my paws over my still painfully swollen belly, a burp escapes my lips and the taste of cum hits me hard. Despite the gastric acids rolling over my knees and filling Manohele's stomach with a fetid smell that reminds me of rotten lemons, I can still feel his sperm leaking from my abused asshole.

Should I be grateful that I won't die hungry? That I'm filled with so much cum that not even being gangbanged would cover me with this much jizz? Perhaps be grateful that the last dick I ever took was so big that it was shoved directly into my stomach? I'm trying my hardest to see the good side of what's happened to me, but the only thing I can think of is how my life will amount to nothing more than being food for a monstrous shark…

Toby: “Ah!" I gasp as Manohele's stomach slams into something hard that rocks my chamber and tilts me to one side, but as the jostling starts to settle, I quickly realise that the shark must have just laid down in his conclave.

Toby: “Heh…" As dark as the thought is, I find some amusement in the idea that Manohele has returned home to sleep off the big meal he just had. I can't even begin to count how many times Dylan has done the very same thing. Whenever we ate at restaurant, he'd often pass out in the back seat with me, or if we had a pizza night at his house, he's always fall asleep while we watched a movie. Manohele is just like Dylan in this way, and as morbid as the thought is, it somehow brings me a sense of comfort…

Making myself more comfortable in this position, the chamber hasn't shifted so much that my feet can't curl into the little curve of his stomach, but I do find that I have to twist my body so that I'm on my back. Once I'm settled, I lay motionlessly as I observe the rising fluid that washes over my bellybutton.

Shit… Is it going to stop? If Manohele's stomach fills all the way, my life expectancy will be cut down to twenty minutes at most, and while the idea of being spared from enduring digestion is comforting, the thought of dying so soon has a whimper escaping my lips.

A few minutes pass as I anxiously watch the watery syrup seep into the shark's stomach, and much to my relief, it stops once his gut is filled about three fourths of the way, leaving just enough space so that my head is above the liquid.

Despite the threat of drowning no longer being a problem, I still decide to take a deep breath and hold it for as long as I can, as with how little oxygen is left in here, the less I breath, the better. I'm not sure how I feel about prolonging my suffering, but my concerns with dying are outweighing any notion of pain.

It's in this moment where I'm considering how much it might hurt to be burnt alive by stomach enzymes that I notice something I haven't thought about since I was on the beach. It's been a few hours since I last took my Naloxone, and as I wriggle my tail, I feel a hollow feeling well within my chest as I realise that I can't feel the pain I had once felt burning my wounds…

Using an old trick a doctor had once taught me, I use my claws to jab my pads, and after a full minute of not feeling any pain, I take it one step further and very carefully bite the inside of my cheek. I realise a moment too late that I bit off some skin from my mouth when I taste blood, but the confirmation that I can't feel anything is just as conflicting a feeling as the notion of being digested alive.

I mean… This is good… Right? Of all the times for me to not feel any pain, this should be the most significant moment of my entire life. I don't want to say that I was born to be digested alive, but if there are any beastpeople in the world who could stay conscious while being broken down by stomach acids, it would be beastfolk with congenital analgesia.

Laying within the watery stomach acids that will soon start to strip the flesh from my bones and melt me into manageable pieces, I try to recall what I can about shark's stomachs, but sadly, all I can think of are those dumb B-grade movies where that one guy cut his way out of a great white's belly with a chainsaw. Heh, what I wouldn't give for one of those right now…

Splashing around the liquid, its consistency is hard to place. It's watery enough that there is little resistance, but syrupy enough that it's also slightly viscous. While I can't make out much between the shadows of Manohele's stomach, I can tell that the fluid has a yellowish tinge to it, and also…

Raising an arm from the gastric juices and running my paw across my forearm, my eyes widen as huge clumps of fur simply brush off with one swipe. While I'm no stranger to the woes of shedding, this is completely different. I remain transfixed while brushing the fur from my arms for a moment longer, but finally realise why it's coming off free so easily.

I'm not sure if it's the noxious fumes I'm so greedily holding in or if Manohele had knocked my head when he threw me around earlier, but I can't believe it took me so long to realise that the reason why my fur is pulling free is because his stomach acids are already beginning the first stages of my digestion.

Running my paws across my belly, I find the same sensation of fur pulling free. The runny liquids swirling around me are slowly becoming a mix of stomach acids, coagulated cum, and clumps of brown fur. They're mixing together in a very gross way, thickening the fluid and causing little bubbles to foam around the edges of the shark's gut.

I wonder how long I'll last? I've not been in here more than half an hour, but his stomach acids seem pretty strong. I think I once read that shark's gastric juices can dissolve metal. I'm not sure how true that is, but with how quickly he's melting the fur from my skin, I think there must be some merit to such a claim.

Another thing I've noticed is that Manohele's gut is particularly idle. While it does grumble every now and then, and there are slight movements coming from outside my camber, something I expect to be from him breathing, the belly itself is pretty docile. Don't most stomach's churn? Aren't his walls supposed to start moving to help in grinding me down into chunks of meat?

Running my paws along the walls of Manohele's spacious gut, I find them to be mostly smooth with very few creases. The walls stretch like a rubber band and bounce back into place enough to slosh the thickening fluids surrounding me, but otherwise seem to be silent. I wonder if this is a mutation only Manohele has or if all shark's stomachs work the same way? Guess I'll never know, not that it really matters, as I'll be nothing more than a pile of brown crap added to his endless mountain of faeces once Manohele is done digesting me…

Another ten minutes or so pass where I'm idly swishing my paws through the mucky liquid when I catch sight of my furless fingers. Raising my paw to my face, I find it completely bare, and for a matter of fact, my skin isn't looking to good either. It's starting to become blotchy where it has eroded away, and there are even little cuts that are starting to bleed.

I guess this is going to happen faster than I thought. Manohele's enzymes must be pretty powerful if he's starting to strip the flesh from my body already. Despite the harrowing thought of my skin being burnt clean off of my frame, I still can't seem to find that panic I had once held onto so fiercely. I know this has nothing to do with my CIPA, as while the condition numbs me to any form of physical pain, it doesn't have the same effect on my emotions. Although… I have been pretty susceptible to depression when I stop using my medication. Maybe doctors don't know all they think they do about congenital analgesia?

Manohele's stomach acids are starting to become muddier now. There are clumps of fur and residual cum clustered together, while the syrupy stomach juices are becoming thicker and darker, forming more scummy bubbles around the edges of the pool that I'm submerged in.

Despite understanding that I'm slowly being dissolved into chyme, turned into fuel to power this shark that has no intentions of taking mercy on anyone he encounters, I feel pretty comfortable inside his stomach. The walls are soft and squishy, conforming to my shape as I lay against them, and despite hating the stereotype against otters, I'm actually pretty happy to be submerged like this.

Wriggling my toes in the smaller part of Manohele's gut, the space in the curve they rest in seems bigger, as my feet don't feel as constricted as before. Though, that might be from the shark's stomach filling with digestive juices. I bet his plump belly is notably bigger beyond just being bloated with my form.

I wonder how I look from outside? Would anyone even be able to notice that Manohele has swallowed me alive? He's got a pretty corpulent gut after all, something I'll no doubt add to once this is all over with, but I wonder how the scene looks? Does the shark appear peaceful while lying in his nest like a well-fed cat all curled up? Has Manohele's stomach bloated so much that even the slightest of movements I make causes his belly to jiggle? I don't know why I keep having these morbid thoughts, but I'm find them very amusing.

Releasing my breath and inhaling another lungful, I find the taste of the air to be very different than it was twenty minutes ago. It's fleshy just like before, caustic in a way that I can taste the stomach fumes, but there is a meatier flavour to it now… Bloody even?

Raising my arm to my face, I get a fight at seeing the grotesque sight of it. Not only has most of the skin been melted from my arm, but it's a mess of dripping blood and exposed muscles. Pinching one of the many vein weakly pulsing along the top of my forearm, I find that I'm able to pull it from my flesh in such a way that it reminds me of a bird tugging a worm form the earth.

I think I'm a bit delirious, because I chuff and drop my arm back into the vicious liquid before running my paws along my stomach to feel if the rest of my body has been broken down as much as my arms have, and from what little I can feel beneath the thick sludge swirling around me, it would appear so.

I am completely furless and barely have any skin left to protect my most vital of organs. I bet any normal beastman would have died by now, and not just from pain, but the shock this would cause to the nervous system would be akin to overcharging a processor. I'm not sure if I should count myself lucky or not, but I can't seem to stop my paws from roaming across my mangled body.

As I caress the fascinating curves of my exposed muscles and the many veins and pieces of cartilage poking free, a barely audible sound catches my attention. I don't so much as hear it as I do feel it in the gentle rocking of Manohele's stomach. It expands and deflates in a rhythm, and as my ears perk atop my head and I catch the sedated breathes of the shark silently echoing outside his gut, I quickly conclude that he must have fallen asleep.

I wonder what time it is? It can't be later than six 'o clock, but with everything that's happened, it defiantly feels much later. I can't help but imagine my friends out on Polihua Beach right now, perhaps even directly above me, scouring the water with searchlights and screaming my name… I really do hope that they don't blame themselves too much for what's happened to me. I'd like for them to be able to live their lives despite my tragic end…

As my paws continue to explore my deformed body, I stiffen as I accidently tug too hard on the wiry objects between my legs, and as I pull it towards my face, I blink in stunned horror at seeing my testicals dangling between my skinless fingers. Squeezing one of the oval orbs and accidently puncturing it with my claw, some part of my mind can't fully comprehend that I'm looking at my detached nuts, but as I slowly lower them back into the thickening chyme and run my paws between my legs, I find my ballsack missing.

As scary as all of this is, I am morbidly fascinated by not just the process of being digested, but the sensation of feeling my body in a way that I have never felt it before. I can't help but dig my bony claws between what little flesh remains around my sheath and poke at my penis.

Swirling my finger around my cock head, I can't tell if it's as decayed as the rest of my body or not, but I guess it won't be that way for long. It's strange to think that the last time I ejaculated was because I was being raped by a feral shark, and as much as some part of me wishes to rectify this by jerking off, I just can't seem to arouse myself enough for my prick to do more than poke free out of my half-dissolved sheath.

As I lay in the murky stomach acids of Manohele's belly, I realise that I'm having difficulty moving. Straining my arms, they glide through the gooey slop lethargically, taking much more effort than they did before. Raising them out of the viscous liquid, half expecting them to be even more decrepit than before, I'm surprised to find they look pretty much the same as before. The muscles are starting to strip from my arms and some of the veins have burnt off completely. Perhaps it's the loss of blood that's making me feel so sluggish? Or maybe it's just my exhaustion catching up to me? Either way, I should probably stop moving around so much or I'll run out of energy before the oxygen does.

Staring at the dripping red flesh above my face and focusing on Manohele's steady breathes, I feel pretty apathetic as the sticky liquid runs down my snout and trickles over my lips. And against my better judgement, I lick the goop and find that it tastes exactly as it smells. Sour like lemons and caustic like vinegar, but at the same time, strangely salty like the ocean.

I wonder how many beastpeople have died in Manohele's stomach? I don't doubt for a second that I've lasted much longer than anyone before me, but just how many years has this enormous beast been hunting in these waters? That old bird said he is a vengeful sprit given flesh, and with how callously he's treated me, I could very well be persuaded into believing that, but I'd like to think that there's a more scientific explanation for his existence.

The first thing that pops into my head is Jikken Industries. They are pretty infamous for conducting experiments most consider immoral and dangerous, and with the recent scandal around their bioengineering labs being exposed, they certainly have the means to create such a mutated beast like Man?hele, but I feel like there is a link missing between these two varying stories, something that might make more sense…

As time passes, I can't help but run my paws across my body as I slowly dissolve into chyme. I'm not sure if it's my morbid fascination at this point or some part of me that tells me I should move while I still can, for soon my ability to control my limbs will be stolen from me, but it's as I'm running my paw across my chest that I find it gets hooked on something.

I blink in slight confusion and tug to get it free, but after struggling for a moment longer, I decide to use my other paw. Feeling along my forearm, chunks of meat start to pull free without much effort. My muscles are soft and squishy like chicken that has soaked for too long in water, but sinewy like overcooked meat. Lumps of flesh float to the surface as I reach my wrist and feel over the area that got hooked. I quickly find the problem.

Laughing weakly in shocked disbelief, I pull my arm free from the pointed bone of my ribcage that got stuck between my ulna and radius before very carefully running my fleshless fingers across my ribs, feeling that almost all of them are exposed. The muscles on my torso pull free just like along my arm, and as I run my bony paws across my legs, the chyme I'm stewing in soon starts to feel like literal stew with how chunky it becomes with lumps of my flesh.

Gently running my paws along my torso, I can only tell what I'm touching through vibrations, as all feeling has left my fingertips at this point, but even as I trace them over my body, I can tell that there is very little tissue left to protect my organs. It's a pretty scary sensation, and as much as this jolts that fear of death through me, I find myself unable to do more than simmer in the murky stomach acids as my mind reels with a hundred different thoughts.

I'm starting to have trouble keeping my head above the gastric juices at this point, and while I can still wriggle my tail, I can't seem to move my feet at all. I think I feel my toes snapping off as I try to move them, but I can't be sure. Even if I had enough strength to pull my foot from the curve in his stomach, it wouldn't really do much more than fill me with more fear to know that my entire foot is nothing but cartilage and bone at this point.

Shit… This is happening much faster than I thought it would. I'm not quite ready to die just yet, much less live out my final moments inside the belly of a shark, but I'm completely helpless, and as each second passes and more of my body melts into the swirling sludge, the less I'm able to move. Not that I've had much control over anything since that wave took me under, my fate was pretty much sealed the very moment that I climbed into Manohele's lair.

I slowly start slipping deeper into the shark's stomach, unable to keep my head rested against his cardiac sphincter anymore. I can't see it, but I can tell that my knees have broken apart, that what little control I held over my lower body has all but failed me at this point. Using what little strength I have left, I trace my bony paws across my stomach and they immediately become entangled in something. I struggle to pull them free, but it doesn't take much for me to realise that they're wrapped up in my intestines, that what little flesh had held my body together has been completely melted away now, and that all of my vital organs are being exposed to the shark's powerful stomach acids.

I smile sadly as I resign to my fate, and right before my head dips under the murky chyme, I draw my very last breath and fill my lungs with the caustic fumes before sinking beneath the sludge and slowly close my eyes.

The world around me becomes echoed, silent in a nostalgic way that reminds me of holding my breath underwater. It's faint, but I can hear Manohele breathing and his steady heartbeat reverberating through the sticky goop. It's so relaxed, so serene in contrast to the violent death that I'm experiencing. The shark is completely unaware of what I'm going through, and even if he understood that I'm still very much alive and experiencing every last moment of my death, I doubt he'd even care. In fact, I think he'd be quite pleased.

As horrible as it is to die so young, the be killed so unexpectedly, there is something weirdly comforting in knowing that my death has meaning. I mean… If I were to be knocked over by a car and then bleed out on the pavement, dying that way would be tragic, yes, but it also seems so much more meaningless than to die in the belly of a shark.

As morbid as it is to think this way, I'd much rather my death have meaning beyond simply dying. Here in Manohele's stomach, I serve a purpose beyond death. I am feeding his powerful body, fuelling him with all that I am. Yes, I will be shat out and added to the growing pile of crap in the corner of his cave, I'll never have a tombstone for my loved ones to mourn at, but dying like this makes me feel… Fulfilled in some weird way. As crazy as it is to think that I'm happy to die, I start to feel important as he Manohele digests me…

As I simmer in the chyme, feeling as my tendons snap, my cartilage dissolves, my bones come loose, and my organs float in the gastric sludge, I lose all feeling over my body. Any sense of touch I had once clung to all but melts into the viscous acids. I know that my arms have detached from my torso, that my ribs are breaking free from my spine, and that holding my breath soon won't be enough to keep me conscious, but still I cling to life.

Heh… It's funny how knowing that the end is so close, yet I'm still fighting with all that I can to stay alive. Wouldn't a normal beastperson have given up by now? Would someone else have perhaps drowned themselves and ended their suffering before it reached this point? If there is anything I can leave behind before I die, it would be this strength I have, this will to live beyond any suffering. I can only hope that Manohele is able to absorb this part of me through my broken body and use it to his advantage.

I start to feel my consciousness eb and fade, for darkness to start taking more than just my sight. I can tell that I'm no longer holding my breath, in fact, I don't think my neck is even attached to my body anymore. My face is upside-down and pressed into what I can only assume to be what remains of my ribcage. When did I stop holding my breath? When did my neck snap from my body? Time has lost all meaning inside Manohele's stomach, but I seem to have been granted one last moment of cognition to realise that my time has come.

I do my best to fight the darkness seeping into my mind, shadows that I suspect are actually gastric acids leaking into my skull, juices that now seek to dissolve my brain and melt me down into nothing but gooey sludge that will help maintain the bulky shark's rounded figure.

I wonder where my excess nutrients will go once Manohele's absorbed me? Will I become an extra layer of fat on his shapely belly? Perhaps become a part of his muscular tail? Or if maybe all that I'll surmount to is fuel that he'll simply burn off? Whatever my life amounts to, it feels worth it. I've never wanted to die without finding my purpose in life, and after a lifetime of struggling to find it, I think that what I might have been searching for all this time has been waiting for me right here. Here in the belly of Manohele…

~THE END~