Keywords: Adult Species: Shark, Dolphin Sharks and Dolphins By Divigon Myron stood at his bench, patiently putting all the pieces back into place. The plans had been sketchy at best and it had taken a lot of patience and trial and error to get things to this stage. Without warning, rough hands circled his waist. He froze as a large head lay itself on his shoulder. "And what is the phin up to?" whispered a deep, soft voice in his ear. He relaxed a little. "Just working on this," he replied, pushing himself back against the shark. "You know Siarl, I really wish you wouldn't sneak up on me like that. You'll scare me half to death one day." The shark gave the dolphin a tighter squeeze "It's how we catch our dinner," he answered, a little ominously. Myron shoved at the larger creature with his shoulder, snapping the last component into place before sliding the cover over the contraption. While he worked, the shark barely moved, watching silently with unblinking eyes, his body pressing forward to ease against the dolphin's, his longer tail laying itself over Myron's shorter length. The dolphin responded by pushing back slightly, sliding his tail between the shark's claspers, in silent revenge for being interrupted. A row of green lights flicked across the test instruments and Myron allowed himself a smile. "Finally!" he exclaimed. "The bloody thing works. Only took me fourteen hours." He unplugged the device and placed it carefully to one side, then wriggled around in the shark's grip so he was facing the beast. Without warning, Siarl broke off his embrace and stalked back towards the water. Myron sighed; sharks were too unpredictable for his liking. "What did you come over for?" he tried to start a conversation. "I just wanted to see how you were," was the reply from the shark. Myron rolled his eyes; this was not going to be getting anywhere fast. "Are you sure you didn't want me?" he teased. That stopped the shark in his tracks. For a long while now the two creatures had been teasing each other. Siarl had a reputation with the females and, if other reports were to be believed, with the males as well. Myron was a bottlenose dolphin morph and hence, like most dolphins, had a quite substantial sexual appetite. There had been a degree of contact between the two, many subtle hints and some not so subtle ones. Myron had been waiting for it to progress to something further, but as of yet, nothing had happened. The shark turned slowly. Standing at least seven-foot tall, he towered over the six-foot dolphin. He had a long tail, making him about fourteen feet in length, that flicked behind him almost of its own accord. Myron blinked, finding it somewhat hypnotic, part of his ancestral brain screaming about the danger of the predator and his younger self desperately hoping there was nothing to fear. Siarl stalked forward, his entire being radiating his position at the top of the food chain. He was a tiger shark, one of the most fearsome predators. He was almost the same colour as Myron, a blue grey shade, lighter on his belly before it deepened around his body. His back was covered in the deep purple stripes of his species. He had no neck as such, his head smoothly flowing down onto his body. His head tapered forward, slight ridges above each golden eye, the slitted pupil fixing his prey. A few inches behind his eyes were his gill slits, sealed shut while he was on the land, but fully functional when he was in the water. His four fingered hands clenched slightly, drawing Myron's attention to the sharpened black talons. "Oh you'd like to think that wouldn't you," Siarl replied eventually. He reached out and traced a single talon tip ever so gently over the dolphin's chest. "You'd like to think you dolphins are so sexy that you draw everyone under your enchantment." Myron blushed. This was partially true. A six-foot dolphin morph such as himself was definitely a bonus when it came to sexual games. He was a superb specimen, sleek and streamlined. His muscular body covered in only the thinnest hint of blubber, giving him a shapely curver appearance. From the tip of his rostrum to the end of his flat bladed tail he fully thought he was the fantasy most creatures longed for. In a smooth movement Siarl grabbed one of Myron's wrists, waking the dolphin from his daydream. As the dolphin's eyes widened, the shark gave a grin, exposing his many rows of sharpened teeth and without warning pushed at the phin's chest. Myron disappeared over backwards, landing flat on his back, bending his dorsal fin painfully. "Owww," he protested, trying to sit up. Instead, Siarl placed a hand on his chest, easily holding him down. Myron gave the shark a puzzled look. "What are you doing?" he asked, a hint of panic entering his voice. "Oh, nothing much..." was the answer. "I just thought I would get myself better aquatinted with my dolphin friend." Myron did not like the sound of that. "What do you mean..." he managed to say, his voice trembling slightly as the shark began to trace his free hand slowly over his chest. "Well," came the response. "I've heard many things about dolphins..." "Like...?" Myron swallowed, trying to hold back the flushing of his underside that Siarl's claw was eliciting. "Hmmm... you know the ones... about a dolphin's sexual prowess and control..." Siarl smiled, his talon working its way lower. Myron meeped and swallowed softly. Siarl shifted position, still holding him down, but now one leg was between his. The shark reached down and hefted the dolphin's leg up over his thigh. Myron began to struggle, suddenly finding himself feeling very vulnerable and exposed. Siarl chuckled. "Not happy...?" he teased. "No," responded Myron through clenched teeth. "But your body tells such a different story," and with that the shark slid a roughened paw over Myron's foreslit. The dolphin gave a groan, knowing that he could not hide his pinkening belly any longer. The shark grinned triumphantly as Myron's slit swelled, pressing against his hand. "Hmmm, it is true..." murmured the shark to no one in particular and slid his tail over the dolphin's. Myron's eyes widened as he felt one of Siarl's claspers rub against his tail. The clasper stood out slightly from the shark's body and slid too easily, leaving a cold trail across his smooth skin. "I've always wanted to try this..." whispered Siarl, his clasper lining itself up with Myron's bulging slit. The dolphin shook his head, but it was too late, the shark's blunt clasper tip pressed against the swollen opening. Siarl let some of his weight rest against it and it slid inside almost easily, the copious pre lubricating the way. Myron gave a loud scream, "Nooooo!" his eyes bulging as he tried to back away, the sandy floor and the shark's hands both equally unyielding. Siarl allowed a soft sigh to escape his lips; his golden eyes dimming slightly as he slid himself into the dolphin, feeling his length push against the dolphin's. He waited there for a moment, then slowly began to pull himself out. Myron groaned the tiny denticle scales on the shark's clasper rasping against his insides. He sobbed softly at himself as he felt his body responding, his penis swelling, but trapped inside his slit, sandwiched against the large clasper which began to push inside once more. This time Siarl made the noise, a long drawn out moan. His head flicked down and he sank his teeth into the top layer of Myron's skin. That caused the phin to yelp and struggle once more. That only seemed to excite the shark and he began to pump himself in and out of the dolphin's slit. Siarl's larger body easily restraining the smaller Myron. With each withdrawal the dolphin gasped, it felt like fine sandpaper was being rubbed over his skin. At the apex of each thrust there was half a second of relief. What made it worse was how his body responded; he was excited and erect, his length desperate to escape his confines. As the shark pulled himself out, there was a blissful moment where it almost seemed possible for his length to unfurl, and then Siarl would ram himself back in, squashing Myron into submission. Siarl began to feel the pleasure building. The dolphin was tight, the feeling unique. With each thrust, he stroked himself over the mammal's hard length. The texture alien to his own. He felt himself approaching the edge, his tail winding around Myron's, his thighs holding the dolphin's legs apart, as his thrusting grew more insistent, a taste of blood in his mouth. Siarl gave a growl, a low bestial sound, thrusting himself hard inside the dolphin. His body spasmed as his clasper exploded the shark's thick semen flooding the dolphin's cramped opening and oozing back between their bodies. The shark collapsed on the phin, almost smothering him with his bulk. Below him, Myron squirmed, beating ineffectively at the shark's rough hide. Siarl relented and pulled himself out with a loud sucking sound, then rolled himself off to one side. Myron whimpered to himself, looking down at his abused body. The milky white seed of the shark oozed from his foreslit and as he watched his tortured length finally emerged from below, looking like some ghost-ship appearing in the fog. He brought a hand to his neck, wincing a little at the touch and looked at the blood on his fingertips. Myron looked across at the shark; he just lay on his back, a blissful smile on his face. The dolphin muttered and propped himself up into a sitting position, looking down at his belly. Rivulets of shark semen flowed over his tail as he tentatively cleaning himself. He felt like someone had used a cheese grater on his privates, but luckily aside from a few raw spots, he could find little else of damage. "Having fun?" said that same deep voice from the side. "No," shot back Myron. "You bastard, you could have killed me." The shark rolled over onto his knees and crawled closer. "Oh, I seriously doubt that," he murmured. "Besides you seemed to have enjoyed yourself." As he talked, the shark reached down to stroke a talon over Myron's erect length before looking up with a golden eye and smiling in the same way a cat smiles at the mouse before it. "I didn't have much of a choice did I?" Myron protested, glaring back at the shark. "Awww, poor you," said Siarl. "Then you're probably not going to like this either." "Like what?" replied an unsuspecting Myron. For a creature of his size, Siarl could move deceptively fast. In an instant he was behind the dolphin, holding his arms behind his back. "Hey, what going on," protested Myron. "You'll find out," was the ominous answer. The dolphin struggled, but was unable to break the shark's vice-like grip. Then Myron felt his wrists being bound. He increased his wriggling, that made the shark laugh and hoist him to a kneeling position. A strap was thrown across his ankles before running back up to his wrists. In a few moments, he was very effectively hobbled. From behind the shark made soft noises and surveyed his handiwork. The dolphin twisted his head around and swore. That made Siarl giggle and granted him a grope between his legs. Despite his situation, he was still painfully erect. "No, we can't have you struggling like that," pondered Siarl to himself. "You might hurt yourself... I think you need to be calmed down some more." Another strap was added. This one with a noose that tightened itself around his upper jaw and was pulled back firmly. Myron had no choice but to allow his head to be drawn back until his neck was stretched taught. There was a fumbling with his wrists as the restraint was tied off before the shark moved back around to his front. With his head held back, Myron found it difficult to talk, but still gave a valiant effort to abuse his captor. For his part, the insults just bounced off the shark's rough hide. He looked over his prize and shook his head. He easily lifted the dolphin up and pulled his tail between his knees before settling him back down. "Ahhh, much better," announced Siarl. "You look like a proper phin now." He reached down to stroke at Myron's length that now stood put proudly before him. "A very impressive member," murmured the shark to his dolphin. "I have always liked dolphin cocks. So streamlined, just the right size and wonderful if fried in butter and garlic." Myron gave a delphinic scream, a high pitched terrified sound, the whites of his eyes showing. "Only a joke my friend," said Siarl with a chuckle, reaching down to slide a claw into the dolphin's aft slit. "You know I'd never do anything to hurt you." There was a pause before Siarl continued, "Well... that's not true... I probably would hurt you. It’s a problem with phin's being so fragile. They tend to break easily." Myron shook his head ineffectively and Siarl laid him down on his side. This time Siarl went on the left and Myron felt a terrifyingly familiar feeling press up the underside of his tail. "Nooooo," he moaned, his body pulling away. "Oh yes," hissed Siarl in his ear and thrust forward. The shark's other clasper easily slid itself into the dolphin's opening. The shark felt huge, but at least he was excited and producing his own lubrication. Siarl's initial thrust stopped and there was a pause. Myron braced himself. The shark began to pull out, the familiar roughness rasping at the dolphin's insides. The bottlenose gave a groan, as he felt himself being emptied. There was the same moment of bliss, and then the cycle began again. Each time the clasper driving itself in deeper and deeper. Myron closed his eyes and tried to drift away, it was like some bad dream. However, each time he began to escape his mental prison, the shark changed tactics and dragged him back. Approaching from the side, Siarl enjoyed himself. His initial lust already sated by their first encounter, this time he was able to take his time and savour the moment. The dolphin squirmed below him just the right amount; he was tight, but not too tight and so much warmer than himself. His hips moved slowly as his arms circled his phin, legs wrapping around his tail and they rolled across the sand. Siarl paid little attention to their movement and was pleasantly surprised when a particularly vigorous roll landed them in the water. He retained enough sense to leave the dolphin's blowhole above the surface, but tackled the creature from below. Myron felt the water wash over his body, stinging at his small cuts and abrasions. On instinct, he beat his tail, trying to flee. This only seemed to excite the shark who began stroking his tail from side to side, each stroke pumping him in and out of the dolphin's tortured hole. Siarl felt the sensation peak and his orgasm washed over him. He gave a thrust of his powerful tail, driving himself in as his clasper erupted, filling the dolphin with his seed for the second time that day. Above him, Myron trembled, feeling the shark's fluids expand into his body, his own length rubbing against the shark's fine belly scales. For a while Siarl remained locked inside Myron, savouring the moment. But then, with a flick of his tail he pulled himself free and did a quick figure eight behind the dolphin, surfacing and carrying him back to the dry land. Myron shivered as he was placed back in his kneeling position. His skin tingling from the salt water and his length now throbbing before him. A little of the shark's semen leaked from his rear hole, but the remainder of him was clean, washed by the water. "Keep very very still," warned Siarl after releasing the dolphin's head. "You don't want me to slip..." Myron was about to swear, but then felt the shark's maw press against his neck. There was a slurping sound and a strangely smooth tongue caressed at his flesh. The feeling was unexpected and strangely relaxing. Slowly, Siarl's head worked lower, passing over his chest and belly before ending at his groin. There was a slight pause and the large mouth engulfed his length. The dolphin shivered, occasionally the shark's teeth would brush against his throbbing skin and he could see why he was to remain still. In the mean time, the shark's tongue probed every millimetre of his shaft. He was already leaking his pre and it was a matter of moments before the sensations were too much. His hips buckled and he gave an ultrasonic squeal, his internal balls surrendering their load to the shark's maw. Siarl reached up to catch the falling phin, his mouth still locked firmed around his groin, sucking noisily and careful not to spill a drop. Once the phin's shaft had stop donating his seed he stopped and ran his tongue in a straight line up the dolphin's belly to his beak. The dolphin failed to respond. Siarl cocked his head curiously and looked at his captive. The dolphin was out cold. Obviously the sensations too much for a mere mammal to handle. Some time later, Myron awoke. He stretched, then winced, his body aching. His mind flicked back over the previous events and he looked around. He was not bound any more. In fact he was lying, alone, between black satin sheets of a large double bed. He ran his fingers over his body. A healing salve covered most of it, a few butterfly clips holding bite on his neck closed. He looked around in bewilderment and spied a single red rose on a bedside table. Beneath it was a note. It read : "To my dearest phin, sorry if I exhausted you so during our previous encounter. But do not worry, I anticipate your stamina will increase as time progresses. Your humblest shark, Siarl." Myron looked around the room, a little confused, then slipped out of the sheets. The room was simple, an ornate bed; a small plunge pool on one side and some cushions on the other. There was some food in a niche in the wall. The dolphin became aware that there were no windows and moved forward to try the door, a panic beginning to grow within him. He half suspected what he found. It was locked and the implicit meaning of the shark’s note began to sink in...