Seafood
In honour of shark-week! A well-dressed sharkfella gives an eager collie his last meal, then makes a meal of him. Look out, there's sex, too!
~5,300 words.
"I love it! It's... well, very you," said the colliedog - tail, as ever, a-wag - now, though, with particular enthusiasm as he stared around the long, low-ceilinged room. It was bathed in bluish light from the numerous watertanks and aquarium displays that made up the walls, connected by the bare minimum of solid stone; some held flitting schools of colourful fish, others larger specimens, predators and turtles and rays and the like. Others, mostly larger, were clear of life and fitted out for swimming in. Despite all this, the place was definitely a home, the floors thickly carpeted and the room well-furnished, decorated with maritime-themed photos, aquatic hunting trophies, and specimens of coral or polished shells.
"Yes... well, it's nice to have somewhere to return to where I'm really in my element," his companion replied mildly: a huge brute of a bull-shark, his broad, deep-set frame barely, but gracefully contained by an expensive suit, the collar almost as broad as the shoulders to accomodate his thick neck. Above it, a streamlined, and heavily tooth-lined face just barely anthroid enough to hold an expression. Now he seemed calm, but sociable and genial, as he walked behind his guest, reaching down to land a light, friendly pat on the dog's jeans-clad rump.
Within a moment, just long enough to contain the flash of a bright, playful grin, the slender young canine was suddenly turned and on his knees, tail thump-thumping on the floor. Eyes shining up playfully, he pushed and ferreted his nose around the front of the shark's suit-trousers, not pushing in but quite thoroughly investigating the shapes he found and the scents his sensitive nose could pick up through the fabric. He was just starting to explore the curious dual ridges there when the shark, with a light chuckle, guided his muzzle away with a gentle sweep of his hand, smiling down amiably at the eager teenager, a little toothily but not unkindly.
"My my, Jein. You certainly don't take much encouragement! Well, I'm flattered, but let's at least get you fed, first, hmm?" So intoned the shark, his voice rather hissy and sibillant, but with a deep, flowing undertone that spoke of black, pelagic trenches and rolling currents. The collie flicked his ears back bashfully, though the effect was rather undone by his smile. "Oh, heheh... of course. Sorry, Mr Taunton, just... excited!" he exclaimed, pushing up off the floor to traipse towards the kitchen, followed at an amble by the larger male. "You know... I think I've decided. How could it be anything but seafood!"
The shark, following him in, rolled his eyes a little but chuckled softly at the dog's infectious enthusiasm - it was a nice change from the quiet rumble of the tanks, much as he enjoyed his home. "Ah, my specialty. Good choice. You can't get much fresher than here..." he commented, flicking on a radio to fill the large, well-appointed kitchen with light music, and took off his jacket to cook. Heat and conversation filled the room, the large shark occasionally lit by flashes of bluish flame from the wok, his thick, finned tail swaying just lightly above the tiles; throughout the 20-odd minute cooking, on the other hand, Jein covered just about every sittable, perchable or sprawlable location in the room, tail constantly swinging but never quite knocking anything over, as he quizzed the larger male on his likes, dislikes, opinions about the local bars, past conquests, career, romantic history and thoughts on random facets of pop culture. Jein himself, under Taunton's gentle probing, was more than forthcoming about his string of casual and not-so-casual encounters, his music tastes, his favourite kinks, outrageous stories of impropriety and perversion, and favourite TV shows.
Finally the shark turned off the gas and gave his salmon-steak, calamari and seaweed stir-fry a final toss in the pan, Jein quickly summoned by the sizzle of ready food to stand close by, sniffing appreciatively at the air, eyes closing and mouth watering. "Ohmygod. Smells sooooo good... and I haven't eaten today and I'm a LITTLE drunk. So this is gonna be so, so tasty..." he gushed, enthusiastically pushing his muzzle towards the stainless steel bowl into which the shark poured the steaming food, darting back as he was rebuffed again by a gentle hand.
"Ah, ah, ah. I'm sure you know how to behave better than that," Taunton rumbled with an edge of teasing - Jein cocked his head for a moment, but then clocked the shark's meaning and, with a playful bark, sank down to his knees, raising his hands in a begging pose in front of his narrow chest and the splashed logo of his girl-fit T-shirt - putting on the whole show, head tilting to the side, lips parting to spill forth a bobbing pink tongue, eyes wide and ears high.
"Thezzagooboy," cooed Taunton, drawing a proud whuff from the kid, but keeping the bowl held out of reach. "Don't worry, I won't make you eat it off the floor." He patted his thigh, Jein smirking as he pushed up off his knees and followed - eyes widening a bit as he saw how the table was set. The eye-catching feature was a very large silver platter laid out in front of a seat conspicuously larger than the others, the plate ringed with herbs but otherwise empty. "That's your place," the shark indicated with a pat on the platter.
Jein looked across at him, eyes widening and breath quickening, tail pausing. With a little pant, he reached down in a rush to start undoing his jeans, but once more the shark interceded with a gentle hand to stop him. "No - not yet." As the shark slowly took his seat before the platter, settling easily back into it with his tail threaded out the back, the colliedog caught his breath and nodded at the correction. He rushed up onto the table, stepping over the edge of the platter while being careful not to disturb anything, the low-rimmed sneakers hugging his footpaws settling onto the smooth metal as he settled himself down to sit with his legs curled around to the side, his chest rising and falling with quicker breathing as he flipped his tail back and forth behind him, looking across to his host with an intense, meaningful, but quiet stare lit by a bright smile - showing himself off, if unsassumingly, to the great, predatorial male. "Good boy," Taunton responded, placing the metal bowl of stir-fry on the platter before Jein. "You look very nice."
Jein smirked proudly, stretching and preening himself a little, before practically pouncing on the bowl, making the platter skitter just a little over the tablecloth as, muzzle flashing, he started bolting down mouthful after mouthful of the well-seasoned meal, groaning almost orgasmically as his sensitive tongue was washed with oily, salty flavours. Taunton leaned back in his seat; as he watched the dog eat, he poured a glass of good white wine and let out a soft, contented rumble, his legs spreading slowly but deliberately and his hand running down to lightly stroke over the fly of his suit-trousers.
Soon, the dog was finished, thoroughly licking the bowl clean before sitting up and fixing his eyes on the shark, glinting at the sight of this rather more forward display. He whuffed politely, licking his lips. "That... was delicious. Thank you Mr Taunton, I really enjoyed it," he said, a little smile growing on his muzzle. It took about half a second after Taunton answered, "Mmm. Well, how about something to wash it down with?" before Jein was diving forward towards his crotch - this time, he wasn't stopped, ending up with his knees resting on the edge of the platter and his hands balancing on the shark's thighs as he practically tried to burrow through the fly with his nose.
"Now, now, play nice..." came a deep rumble. A hand did settle on the collie's shoulder, pushing him back just enough to let Taunton open his trousers with deft movements of his fingers - he also kept the canine clear enough that, reaching in, he could fish out the two thick, smooth, tapered, champagne-bottle length claspercocks that glistened with copious wettening secretions, taut and buoyant despite still being flexible and semi-tumescent. As the dog pushed and scrabbled, the shark got his cocks hefted far enough up that it was the lower one to find Jein's greedy lips, the pressure on his shoulder releasing so that he plunged forward onto it.
Jein squinted as the upper maleness ground wetly up the side of his face and up over his ear, but was far too preoccupied with the one in his mouth to care at the way it splashed salty precum over his eye in a wet streak. Groaning hotly, he pushed himself forward even as his slender muzzle was near-instantly filled, eyes rollowing back a little as he gave himself up to the thrusting, invading pillar of slick flesh that rode up through the entrance to his throat, down and in - until, careless and rushed, he choked and gagged, having to draw back spluttering for a moment. Taunton waited patiently for that muzzle to latch back onto him, this time thrusting boldly forward and grabbing at the collie's scruff to drag him bodily in against his crotch, sheathing and hilting the whole length of his lower cock as the upper one bobbed and swayed above the teenager's ears.
The collie let out a muffled, gurgling squeak as he found himself pressed in close, his whiskery lips brushing at the shark's lower belly and the engorged lips of his maleslit, throat stuffed and bulging with flexible, but now taut and firm cock, salty and wet and slippery. It took him a moment to remember to breathe properly, through his nose and the corners of his lips, making a strained, hissing, wet sound that didn't dissuade Mr Taunton at all from starting to grind and hump, still staying fairly calm even as he roughly, forcefully used the boy's mouth. "Nrch..." the large male grunted, softly. "So nice to find someone who knows how to take this without biting, or running out of breath..." Jein's tail flagged up high, and wagged proudly as he was jostled back and forth.
From there it quickly descended into a sheer flurry of motion, pressure and splashing wetness, the shark's chairlegs scraping across the floor as he rammed his hips forward towards the eager canine's muzzle, soon kicking it back and away to stand up, hands laying on Jein's scruff and the back of his T-shirt, his upper cock swinging and slapping at the collie's face. It didn't take long for Taunton to reach his peak: sharks don't generally have long to mate, after all. With a snarling, hollow growl he slammed himself home, hunching down over his guest as his orgasm rode through his loins, releasing splash after splash of watery, salty ejaculate down the teenager's contracting throat, plenty of it welling up to spill from his lips. The shark's upper clasper, flexing and trickling, nonetheless stayed relatively dry, anatomically quite separate from the lower, still holding plenty of reserves.
Soon, Taunton pushed back from the boy, drawing himself free of Jein's maw with a wet slither. The dog coughed and gasped, slumping down into the shark's grip until it turned to tightly take a hold of his scruff, suddenly supporting the weight of his upper body. Only briefly, though - in the next moment, the shark stepped back, pulling the dog and his platter forward and off the table. The plate clattered noisily and rolled away; the dog thumped heavily and awkwardly down onto the floor, gasping and twisting to look up, wide-eyed, at the larger male. Mr Taunton had the boy's foodbowl in his hand, and was firmly milking his still-spurting cock into it, metallic sloshes growing deeper as the bowl filled up with pearly, slopping semen, and then overflowed. The dog had only a moment to twist around onto all fours as the shark told him, "Drink it," and lowered the bowl to tip it into the muzzle that reared up into place just in time.
Jein drank eagerly but messily, the flow of sticky cum sluicing down over his lapping tongue and into his throat, but with a fair amount simply overspilling to wetten the fur of his chin and neck, tracing glinting streams down over the chest of his T-shirt, tail and ears low and obeisant. Once the bowl was nearly empty, Taunton lifted it again and, stepping away from the collie, advanced towards a nearby, open pool of water walled by glass, with the floor set deep below the floor level, for a total of around ten feet of depth. With his lower cock flagging a little, drooping down, and his upper still stiff and ready, the shark patted his thigh, instantly summoning the dog.
Jein, tail wagging hard, look wide-eyed over the tank, gulping hard. "Is this where we're gonna... you know.." he asked in a small voice; when Taunted nodded with a little smile, the collie let out a shivering breath, looking up over the shark. "H-hawt..." he murmured as, first, he was grabbed gently but firmly around the waist, turned and bent over the glass wall of the pool, his front getting splashed with water, though with his knees and feet braced firmly he was well-balanced against falling in. Still, he reached back to hold onto the rim of the pool his torso hovered over, tail raising up high and clear of his waistband as Taunton reached round to pull open the fly, and firmly tug his jeans down far enough to reveal his pert, round-cheeked ass, black-and-white fur framing the shadowed cleft and the neat little pucker waiting there.
The two stayed wordless as, quickly and efficiently, the shark made his preparations, pushing that tail up and away before sliding his fingers into the metal bowl, slickening his fingers with the last of the semen sloshing in it; Jein, looking back, grunted and tensed as those fingertips found his asshole, pressing and prying, twisting and working in, forcing him open and making that tight ring of muscle slippery and wet - then again as they were tugged free. "Oh, ghhhh-...." the collie groaned as Taunton took a firm hold of his hip, and with the other hand, guided his rampant upper clasper in to touch, push, re-open, and fill him in from behind.
Soft, needy gasps emanated from Jein's throat as he was pushed into, invaded by the thick, swollen maleness that curved up into his bowels, slippery but large, jostling and flexing inside him. His breath came out in ragged bursts, body just barely able to take the strain and bulk of Taunton's cock, but used to such treatment apparently as he quickly started to push and roll his hips back into the shark's rhythm as he began to thrust, quick and rough and sloppy - his earlier patience starting to evaporate as he rumbled in anticipation of what was to come. Before long he was slapping his hips up against the boy's soft-furred rump, grunting and growling as he fucked him thoroughly, indulgently, his spent lower clasper riding up between the teenager's legs and thumping messily against his balls and belly.
Already on edge from his earlier climax, it didn't take much of this for Taunton to surge again, muscular body drawing tight and stuff, his deep-buried member bucking up and jumping as semen began to splash and jet, hot and sloshing, into the depths of the collie's innards, with plenty of time for it to sluice down and out around the sloppy union of shark and canine, wetting his legs. Huffing and panting, the boy waited for Taunton to pull back, gritting his teeth and grunting as that turgid maleness slid back and out to slip free, briefly leaving the collie's ass gaping and leaking. After a moment, he felt the shark's hand slide over his back, stroking and petting up to his damp neck and ears. "Mmmh. Thank you, Jein. That was very nice. It's been a fun evening. And now.. I think it's time I had my supper, don't you?"
Jein just hide time to look back, grinning nervously but eagerly, and give a firm, affirmative nod, before acking and crying out with a laugh as the shark leant down, took a hold of his legs, and lifted them upright to tip the dog into the pool with a loud splash. The collie flailed briefly in the water, surrounded by a torrent of white bubbles, before he pushed up from the bottom to emerge gasping but grinning, shaking the water out of his eyes. "Hungry, big guy?" he responded with a laugh, heart beating fast in his chest. "I think you forgot to unwrap me!" Taking a deep breath he ducked down below the surface, Taunton leaning down to watch through the glass wall as the dog somewhat awkwardly, but diligently, reached down to inch and slide his waterlogged jeans down off his legs, kicking off his shoes before sliding them off. As he kicked his way up to the surface, the bright pink flash of his straining, stiff canine erection, harder than ever in his life, stood out from the sheath pushed back behind his knot. Pulling off his T-shirt too, to leave himself naked with his clothes floating up around him, he swished his tail back and forth through the water, watching Taunton undress.
The shark took his time, neatly removing his shirt, folding it and placing it on the table, revealing a thick, barrel-like torso swathed in smooth, blue-grey skin, muscular but sleek and rounded. Dropping and kicking off his trousers, he approached the pool naked and strong, his claspers hanging fat and wet and loose between his thighs. Jein was up at the edge of the pool, fur sodden and dripping, tail wagging slowly back and forth through the water. "Oh my god.." breathed the pup, eyes wide, body thrumming with electric anticipation as he stared at the approaching shark's front, gently pressing his nose to Taunton's belly as he drew near, then looking up. "I'm g-gonna... be in there. It's s-so... fucking hawt, Mr Taunton. I reallyreally.. want this.."
"Heh. Mm-hmm... right where adorable little slutpuppies like you belong, hmmm?" the shark crooned, a fat grey tongue slopping wetly, hungrily over his lips and teeth, as he ruffled over the boy's ears, finding them nodding fervently. Smiling, Taunton lowered himself down to crouch, resting his arms over the glass wall over the pool. He turned his head slightly, so he could fix the gaspingly eager boy with a glinting black eye, the big male breathing more heavily now, body pulsing with predatorial instinct. "So, Jein... would you like to see where you're headed?" he rumbled softly, reaching out to playfully dig his fingers into the fur of Jein's cheek and neck. "Ohgodyes.." was the response, and Taunton grinned broadly. The display of zig-zagging white teeth, stretching out like a sunrise, drew the dog's muzzle down, a soft, frustrated whine emerging as his cool black nosepad pushed over that wall of slippery enamel, until a hand found Jein's shoulder and pushed him firmly back - enough to get a full view as the shark relented from his teasing.
Looming over the water-treading canine, the shark's jaws, like the prow of an approaching ship, slowly opened - those tight-locked teeth parting, spreading around the shadowed, fleshy cavern of his maw. Pale grey, slick with saliva and water, it dwarfed the collie's curiously craning head. Jein stared, rapt, at the sight of Taunton's thick, broad tongue shifting softly over the floor of his mouth, flanked by the stretching folds of his cheeks and the ribbed expanse of his palate. This open, inviting space was framed by the grey-white walls of his tooth-lined jaws, and in turn, framed the dark, wet, smooth tunnel of Taunton's gullet - shifting and opening to reveal a straight passage forwards and down as the shark straightened his legs, aligning maw with throat.
Jein's whole body shuddered in the water, a strained, disbelieving squeak and a whine escaping his lips, almost losing his grip on the pool wall as he was presented with this sight... granted only to prey, to those about to be swallowed, devoured, taken into a predator to make them and become them. Teeth chattering briefly, another softer, plaintive whine accompanied his finding the strength in his weak-feeling arms to push himself up further, ears flat and throat simpering instinctively as, with the feeling of being in a dream, he eased his muzzle in through the gaping gateway of teeth, Taunton narrowing his eyes softly and grinning to himself as the dog passed in beneath his field of view, giving assent through his silence and stillness as the dog explored. Soon the shark felt warm breath washing over his sensitive mawflesh, followed by a soft, gentle tongue pressing over his own, lapping and tasting and worshipping it. That little canine head turned this way and that between his jaws, nosing up at his ticklish palate, over the back of his teeth, and then finally, inevitably further in and forwards, Taunton feeling the dog leaning further forwards over the pool-wall.
Jein was entranced, figuratively and literally, in such a state of fascinated submission that he'd have happily dived right out of the pool and into that waiting gullet. So it was with no great fear that he felt a large hand tap gently on his butt, gently pressing him forwards as a great, cold breath washed out over his face. His throat was so tight that every whine or breath came out as a high squeak.. whereas the one before him was open, relaxed, expectant... all too easy for him to lean towards, muzzle not even brushing the fleshy walls surrounding him, though he felt his shoulders brush. That glistening opening before him drew nearer, only revealing further reaches of waiting gullet ahead... before long his forearms were brushing jaws, his nose meeting throatflesh, his chest pressing onto shifting tongue...
And then he cried out in lust and transportation and complaint, as that accomodating cavern of a more moved and pressed down around him, closing to grip him tightly in place, almost half-into those jaws. Teethpoints dug into his hide, not quite piercing but making it quite clear how firmly he was held. His front shook with his breathing, panicked but all too willing, trying to squirm but finding it nearly impossible, trapped with the great heaving tunnel of Taunton's thick neck looming ahead of him. "Ohgo- god, Mr Taunton, please do it please take me, I can't wait..." he babbled, a gasping whine rising in his throat and his eyes squeezing shut as he felt those vicelike jaws tighten around his midriff, teeth pinching and threatening to sink into him, visions of blood-frenzied shark-feeding rising in his mind - but even that prompting the gasping words, "Y-yes, do it.. do it.." though he still gasped with release as the tightening grip stopped, only holding him enough to sweep his dangling legs from side to side in the water, an implicit shake of the head. The dog mewled unhappily, but let himself 'relax', if such a word could be used, breath halting but sustained as he let himself be held there.
Jein felt ready to cum right there in the water, his loins taut and tingling with pleasure, his whole body coursing with adrenaline - even more so as a broad hand clapped over his floating rear, a blunt digit curving in to find, and easily enter, his stretched and slippery entrance; all he could do was groan, and twist, and arch under the quickly pumping intrusion, completely in thrall to the hungry shark's whims. Kept teasingly on the edge of the night's climactic claiming of him, he was equally held on the edge of orgasm, tongue lolling in a daze of lust and need and want. It kept him subdued and compliant even as the shark's jaws relaxed, slowly releasing him into the water, finger slipping free - the collie letting out a soft, needy little moan with every panting breath, looking with a new adoration over the body of the shark who'd just given him such a tantalising view of his destination.
At the collie's questioning whine, Taunton smiled and nodded, pulling him in to the edge of the pool by the scruff, and pressing his face tight against the smooth-contoured, sandy-textured skin of his belly. "Oh, don't worry, puppy. You're going down there," he rumbled softly, reassuringly, feeling the dog wriggle in glad response. Placing his hands on the pool wall, Taunton smirked across to his prey and leant forwards, slipping with incongruous ease and grace, given his zie, into the water. His body became a cool, shimmering gray shadow, indiscernible as he swam out into the deeper waters, arms and legs laid back along him and that powerful tail, somewhat of an encumbrance on land, coming into its own as he slips effortlessly forward in loops and circles, slowly rising up to close in on the dark silhouette of the collie's floating form from below, kicking feet and swishing tail making tantalising targets for the predator, now in his element, and wholly fixated on his meal.
Jein gasped and panted as he swam in place, pushing himself out from the wall to cautiously tread water; he had to turn himself around with sloshes of his hands to follow the sleek shape of the shark, suddenly feeling much clumsier and more awkward in comparison, wholly within the predator's domain, barely able to track him. Soon, though, that flitting shape approached from below, the slowly-swaying fins and limbs of the great beast framing the tooth-lined wedge of his head, jaws parting wide, the refraction of the water making them seem to spread massively, dwarfing the dog as he slowly rose up from below to meet him. Jein barely had time to draw in a breath as he saw those jaws rise up past his feet, pawpads meeting slippery tongue and dragging down along it.
Things began to happen quickly to the dog. His kicking feet became constrained by the wet contours of the maw closing up around them, having to hang still; he tried to compensate with a faster stroking of his arms, but the water around him was starting to sink with low pressure, a nervous moan escaping his throat. His resolve to see this through never wavered, but the reality of what it meant to be eaten by a predator, like countless unfortunate seadwellers before him, was now entirely real. His muzzle swang as he took a last, ennervated look around Taunton's home, and then turned his attention downwards, to the hungry maw now starting to rise up quickly around him as the shark surged up from below. Already his feet where sliding over the broad ridge of the root of Taunton's tongue, sinking down into the throat he'd been staring at so recently; his calves and then thighs became kissed by the shark's jaws, his unbearably stiff erection bouncing off Taunton's nose as his hips, too, were devoured. With little mobility, now, the collie found himself feeling about to tip over... except that somehow, through the roiling and turning of his fins, Taunton was managing to stay quite upright, his straightened throat and mouth sloshing with captured water, keeping the dog just-about stable.
Of course, the position was hardly maintainable - below Jein's feet, only the waiting, slippery chute of Taunton's throat awaited, and with nothing to stop him the collie was sliding inexorably downwards. His descent was checked, though, when Taunton tightened his gullet, gripping him tightly, not quite stopping him but slowing him to a gradual, sinking inwards movement. Glinting eyes smiled up at him as he peeked around the edge of those raised jaws, finding his arms free and gladly accepting the implied invitation - his hands instantly dropped to his straining prick, relief and eye-closing pleasure washing through him as he stroked himself with complete abandon, fingers dropping under his tail to finger himself too, pink cock flashing under black fingers as they were caressed by rising tongueflesh. By the time Jein was in to his chest, he was gasping and cumming into the water-filled column of Taunton's throat, and his panting afterglow was accompanied by the loudening ripples and splashes of the jaw-framed water surface he was descending rapidly towards.
Taunton kept himself level with all the expertise of a synchronised swimmer, naturally equipped to accomplish it effortlessly, and to simply enjoy the delicious, satisfying sensation of finally feeding on this gorgeous boy; he could feel those lightly-kicking feet sliding down his capacious throat, soon slipping and curving down into the tight, gripless confines of his stomach even as the collie still gasped and pleasured himself above. As he felt that climax shake into his gullet, and his prey wind down, slacken, and give himself up to his predator, the shark let out a deep, sonorous rumble of appreciation, tipping himself slowly back until Jein's muzzle slipped below the surface and he could gently close his jaws above him. He stayed floating there for a few moments, letting the water drain from his mouth so that as Jein was held firmly in the confines of his throat, calves sticking down into his belly, he could take in a last few breaths in the darkness, the light of the outside world framed by the great wall-like jaggedness of the shark's teeth.
Jein was in a state of hyperawareness, even as the exertion, the fading adrenaline and the utter domination he was undergoing left him drifting and dreamlike. He found himself left with that final view, the one that signalled inevitably and surely to all prey that they have been eaten, that they are now nothing more than food, nutritious bulk to nourish and strengthen and perpetuate a predator. Barely remembering he could talk, he nonetheless felt a need to show the bright, coursing gratefulness burning inside him, over the sheer, physical sensations of a tight, slimy, hungry, gripping throat pressed around him, his fantasy and fascination since he could fantasise. He spoke, finding his words echoing wetly around him, but knowing Taunton could hear. "I'm all yours, big guy... I hope I tasted as good as this feels..."
An affirmative rumble thrummed around him, and the jaws above him closed and he felt himself gripped, dragged with sudden fervour and hunger, managing to take a deep, final breath before the water splashed up over him and the sound became rumbling and muffled. It was loud though, still, grinding and tugging him between downwards-surging waves of pressure and muscle. He felt his body struggling, thrashing, thrown around by peristalsis and the prey instinct - but inevitably, gladly, he found his legs being pressed down into the shark's belly, followed by his butt and belly and chest, his shoulders and head finally squeezing through, packing him into a tight ball in the water, feeling Taunton's body surge around him as he dived low, swimming in a slow, steady ripple through the water. Eyes and nostrils closed, the dog burning through the last few minutes of oxygen his talented lungs, well-trained by cocksucking, had captured... through his mind, the image of Taunton, naked and swimming and satiated, with his memory joining those of the countless other pretty, willing meals he'd no doubt had, belly swollen sleekly with his bulk, soon to be rendered down and consumed by that beautiful body he'd served so gladly... brought a sweetness, a gladness, and a painlessness to the final, bursting gulp of water, and the slow, aching, blurring fade-out as he became simply seafood.