FMG Second Friday (18+)

Whalecum to the Pod 

A vicious storm rocks the kayak that Tiguaak was foolish enough to take out today. After yet another fight with those whom would call themselves his parents, the teen decided to prove his worth by fishing before a storm when none others were brave enough to. It is now that he realizes just how crass he is as violent waves push around his kayak and splash freezing water onto his face.

The several layers of heavy fur clothing that he is wearing are nothing once they get soaked from the salty, freezing water of the Glacial Expanse. Even with two layers of caribou skin and fur, then an additional heavy fur parka on top of that which makes him look three times as wide as he actually is, he can feel frostbite beginning to bite at his skin.

Half of Tiguaak is happy that, if he is going to die, at least it is from finally standing up for himself. The other half wishes for nothing more than survival, but he knows that there is nothing he can do. The winds are growing stronger and the waves taller and more vicious. It is only a matter of time before he either capsizes or he gets ripped out of it from a wave crashing over it.

And then he sees tot.

A spiraled tusk reaches up and out from the water. The teen can only see it briefly thanks to the waves tossing his kayak around and covering the tusk, but he knows what that tusk belongs to: a narwhal – a terrifying monster said to impale women on their horns and drag them into the depths of the ocean where the women will then be turned into narwhals.

As for the men – well, nobody has heard of a man ever returning from an encounter with narwhals.

Tiguaak realizes that he is not only most likely going to die here, but it will probably be a violent death that involves being ripped to shreds by a narwhal.

Fortunately for him, a brutal wave crashes into his kayak and brings a chunk of ice that smashes directly into the side of his head.

His eyes shoot open as he coughs and tries to move, but something heavy is preventing him from doing so. There is a heavy, warm weight completely encompassing him. It also feels incredibly soft and slightly rubbery, whatever it is.

Whatever it is, he feels his body directly against it. There is no clothing between him and whatever this is – he is completely in the nude.

Is he dead? Is this what the afterlife is like? Is the afterlife all about just feeling something soft, warm, and heavy on top of the dead’s spirits?

This definitely isn’t what he imagined his spirit returning to the cosmos would be like.

However, he has to admit that it is a very comforting warmth. Something about it is incredibly familiar, yet just different enough for him to not be able to recognize it.

It also smells like fish, but at the same time, oddly sweet.

“Please don’t smell me. It’s embarrassing,” a feminine voice says, her voice lacking any emotion.

Tiguaak turns his hands over to grab onto whatever is pressing down on him.

“Nnh,” that feminine voice subtly moans.

What’s going on, and why are her noises on top of feeling this warmth against him causing him to get excited?

“Naughty,” she says as his erecting length pokes against something warm and cushiony. “Feeling better?” she asks.

The teen tries to talk, but with his face pressed so tightly into this warm crevice, he just sounds like he’s mumbling. Either way, the vibrations from his stifled voice gets her to respond with more of her quiet, erotic noises.

Finally, the weight starts lifting up off of him.

Tiguaak gasps for air as soon as his face is free. But, while his face may be free now, it turns almost pure red as he notices that there are two huge things hanging directly above his face now. Each of these things has an erect, pinkish nub centered on it.

Boobs.

Tiguaak may not have ever seen a girl before whom wasn’t wearing several layers of heavy clothes, but every male of every species recognizes a boob when he sees one. It is ingrained in the very essence of a male’s soul to recognize breasts.

The owner of the mentioned breasts scoots down his body and lowers her breasts until they are pressed down on his thighs and crotch, sandwiching his erect cock between her massive, pale mounds as she looks at him with an impassive expression.

He is torn in two. The brain in his head is terrified of the girl before him, for she is not just any girl. She is a narwhal. However, the brain in his head is pulsating with excitement and leaking precum between those pillows that are so snugly hugging his cock between them.

All he can see is her upper body – the human half of her. Starting from the top of her head, she has a spiraled, ivory and brown tusk that starts from her forehead and is longer than the boy is tall. Her hair is shoulder-length and features a gradient of colors. The top of it is a dark blue while the tips are closer to light grey, and it is mottled with darker spots of grey and brown. She has a pair of floppy, mottled ears that are just as dark as the hair at the top of her head. One particular strand of hair that is twisted into a tail reaches down to her breasts and is ivory in color without any spots disrupting it.

Her arms start looking more like the greyish-blue color of her hair rather than the pale coloration of her face and breasts, and there are stubby flippers that line the backs of her forearms. Her arms and the flippers attached to them are just as spotted as her hair.

As for her face, it is rounded and its feature are petite. Her nose and lips are especially small. Even so, her head is a good size larger than his and each of her breasts is as large as her head is.

“What’s wrong?” she asks, her voice and expression refusing to show any hints of actual concern.

“Pl-please, don’t kill me,” Tiguaak pleads as he tries to scoot out from underneath her, but the more he tries to move, the more he ends up rubbing his cock between her breasts. It doesn’t help that she follows him every single time he moves backward.

“I won’t kill you,” she says while reaching one of her hands between her breasts to wrap her smooth, slippery fingers around his aching length. Even now, as she starts to stroke and pump his cock between her breasts, she shows no emotion.

“Then – then what are you doing to do with me?” he asks, trying his hardest to resist giving in to the pleasure that she is showing him. He is well aware that most monsters have perverse sides to them that drive them to commit lewd acts towards men usually before killing them, kidnapping them, or stealing their souls. None of those three options sound pleasant to the teen.

“Help you. You were cold. I’m warming you up,” she explains.

He has to admit, she definitely is making him feel warm – she’s not lying about that. He feels warm from his head to his head and everywhere else. The more she pumps his cock between those giant, warm breasts of hers, the hotter his cock becomes.

“You’re… trying to help me?” he asks her.

“Yes,” she says with a slight tilt of her head. The slight confusion showing on her face is the first emotion that he has seen from her.

“Can I leave?”

“Yes, after you are safe.”

Rather than ask anything else, the teen bites his bottom lip as he feels the need to cum between her breasts growing stronger and stronger.

She can tell that he’s getting close by the pleasured expression on his face, the cute little moans and grunts that he tries to hold back, and from his twitching and stiffening legs underneath her.

“Cover me in your warmth,” she requests.

He looks at where his cock is supposed to be but just sees her breasts. She doesn’t even have to try to hold them together to completely engulf his cock. He may be young, but he still has a sizeable tool. Even so, it could probably be four times its current size and still be smothered within her breasts without even a single bit of it poking out.

“Does it feel good?” she asks.

“Y-yeah, it, nngh, d-does, feel really good… b-but how is this going to help me?” he asks her as his back involuntarily arches.

“It won’t. This is to pass time and play. You need to rest for days before I can take you back to your village,” she explains as her hand starts stroking him even faster.

That’s all it takes.

“I’m—” the boy moans out as he bucks his hips up against her breasts, forcing his seed to shoot up and paint the flesh of her tits white with his creamy seed. He may have a small body and a cock that looks miniscule when compared to her breasts, but she is able to draw out a powerful enough cumshot from him that it shoots up between her valley and onto her face.

Even as cum spurts onto her face, her expression remains unchanging aside from a slight reddening of her cheeks.

“So warm,” she says and bites her bottom lip just as he is.

She can’t resist any longer.

While one hand continues pumping his sensitive cock to get it erect again, her other hand reaches up to her face and scoops his young seed onto the tips of her fingers. She then gently wraps her lips around her fingers with his cum on them so that she may happily suck off every last ounce of his seed.

“Mmffgh,” she moans, her cheeks growing brighter as she sucks harder on her own fingers as if trying to get even more cum from them. The brighter her cheeks become, the faster and harder she strokes his cock.

Tiguaak’s hips reflexively buck up against her chest as she milks him for all he has.

It doesn’t take much longer for her to get him to cum for a second time, sucking off her fingers the entire duration of her hand pumping his cock.

With two blasts of his seed now sticking her breasts together, the narwhal woman finally leans up off of him so that she can “clean” herself. Her “cleaning” consists of lifting her breasts up high enough for her to lick off any cum that her large, pink tongue can reach. Any cum that her tongue can’t reach is scooped up with her hands and then promptly sucked off from them.

“That felt really – that felt really good,” the teen moans out before opening his eyes.

He sees the rest of her body now that she’s leaning up.

Her human half ends at her hips. From her hips and below is the body of a narwhal. The lower half of her body is mostly light in color but mottled with more spots than her hair. While the underside of her whale half is a light grey with only a few dark spots, there are some sections on the sides and top of her lower half where the dark spots are densely packed together to create large swaths of dark blue and grey.

The whale half of her body ends with a tail that features the signature narwhal flukes.

More importantly, he can now see just how large she is. She is easily three times his total height when she’s “standing” upon her lower half like this, and she would likely be leaning even higher up if it weren’t for the tip of her horn poking the ceiling of the cavern that they are in. Speaking of which, the teen has been so distracted by her that he hasn’t even looked at his surroundings! Though, there isn’t much to look at. It just looks like he’s in some underwater cave somewhere that uses glowing coral for lighting.

The male soul within him notices something.

Right below where her whale half begins is a large slit teasing a flash of the pink folds within it. He can see that it’s glistening with liquid, but he has no idea if that’s water or something else.

Whatever it is, this tease of a hole makes him gulp as he finds his cock erect for the third time.

His savior seems to have noticed his arousal and interest as well.

She positions herself so that she is lying down in a shallow pool of water. One hand beckons for the teen to come over while her other hand spreads her lower entrance for him.

There is no way that he could resist doing this. He may be young, but the spirit of a lustful man is within him.

He wants to fuck whale pussy.

He almost falls when he first stands up as his body is still weak and recovering, not to mention that she was putting a large portion of her weight on him for that entire milking session, but he manages to walk over to her and climb on top of her.

With his cock right above her entrance, his feet can’t even reach halfway down her tail and his head only reaches up to her breasts.

“Please, mate with me,” she requests, her voice the softest that he has heard it thus far.

Tiguaak still can’t really believe that he’s about to have sex with a whale, but he’s ready.

He pushes his cock into her hole and immediately feels her unique folds wrap around it and pull it deeper into her passage. Her contracting walls squeeze his length and immediately get to work milking his cock.

Her pleasure is tied to his cum, so she needs him to cum inside of her. She doesn’t even care if he can only last a few seconds before cumming. All she wants is for him to fill her with his young, virile seed – to mate with her.

The hand that was previously spreading her entrance now rests on the back of the teen’s head to pull his face against her breasts. Her other hand now rests on his rear to help push him deeper into her and to keep him from pulling out.

With his cock buried inside of her pussy, one of her hands grabbing his rear keeping him from pulling out even a tiny bit, and her other hand suffocating him between her breasts, her internal folds don’t even need to be massaging his cock to get him to cum. The fact that they are just makes his third orgasm even better as he pumps his seed directly into her pussy.

This is just his first orgasm inside of her.

The hand on his rear prevents him from pulling out, the hand on his head keeping his face between her breasts prevents him from asking for mercy, and her vaginal muscles and folds are able to work his cock without any effort of his own.

She makes him cum again, and again, and again, and again.

His sweaty, reddened face gets a quick look at her own as her hand on his head loosens for a short moment. When he sees her face, he sees hearts in her eyes and drool running from her lips as her hole starts milking once more.

He is far too exhausted and sensitive to even try and ask her to stop. He is at her mercy.

…

Family: Aquatic

Species: Merwhale (Narwhal)

Classification: Exotic Monster

Danger Level: High

Habitat: Prefers to live in large bodies of water that are cold year-round

Intelligence: Above-average

Behavior: Overly analytical, helpful, loving

Diet: Fish, squid, shrimp, etc.

Narwhal monster girls belong to the Merwhale species and the Aquatic family. They are most commonly known for the dangerous horns that stick out from their foreheads. These horns are can grow up to eighty percent as long as the narwhal’s total length, and they are incredibly dangerous. The horns have a twisted appearance to them and, while some may compare them to the horns of unicorns, there is nothing magical about a narwhal’s horn. They are mainly used for hunting and socializing.

Their bodies range in size from two to four times the size of a male, adult human. Most of their bodies are covered in smooth, slippery skin that can feel rubbery at some parts, and the lower half of their bodies represent their whale halves while their upper halves mainly feature their human halves.

They are most commonly found in the Glacial Expanse, an ocean that encompasses the northern waters of the world and is frozen over for most of the year. Beneath the waves, they spend most of their days hunting for food and protecting one another against threats such as orcas, sharks, and other aquatic species that hunt large prey.

Legends claim that the first narwhal monster girl was created when a wild narwhal impaled a fisherman’s wife while she was fishing with him. Her hair that was twisted into a braid was then turned into a horn, and the husband was able to recognize her when she returned to him by the twisted style of her horn.

While the legend is just a tale passed down between the seafaring, northern tribes of humans, it has been proven that a human woman who is injured by the horn of a narwhal will turn into one herself after three days’ time. Fortunately, such incidents are purely accidental. Narwhals may seem emotionless and intense to those who come across them, but the truth is that they are helpful and loving creatures who are constantly analyzing themselves and others. Being emotional is stressful to them as they worry that they may be wrongly interpreted, so instead, they try their best to speak objectively and without emotion so that their messages are never wrongly interpreted.

Their vaginas are unique in comparison to human women’s but feature something that is relatively common amongst monster girls. They have powerful vaginal muscles that make milking human men of their sperm easy even if the man is not moving at all, and often, the narwhal will prevent him from moving until she is done milking him. Narwhals, and merwhales in general, also feature numerous folds within their vaginas that are capable of wrapping around, squeezing, and grinding against any penis that enters them.

…

“Your name is Ceremo?” Tiguaak asks as he starts a fire to roast the shrimp that she just caught for him.

“Yes, husband,” Ceremo answers as she lovingly runs her hands through her husband’s hair.

He was fully planning on leaving after he was all healed up, but it’s been a week since he was first brought here, and he has no intention to leave anymore.

“It took you long enough to tell me. You call me your husband, but you’ve waited so long just to tell me your name,” Tiguaak says.

“Because it is not feminine. I was worried that you would not be attracted to me if you knew it,” Ceremo explains.

“I think your name is pretty, Ceremo.”

A light blush spreads across her cheeks. “See? You can show emotion when you want to. I just have to call you pretty!”

Ceremo opens her lips to say something but stops when they hear the sound of water splashing.

At the water entrance of the cave are seven more girls of varying sizes and colors, but there is one thing they all have in common: the horn of a narwhale sticking up from their foreheads.

“Who – who are they?” Tiguaak asks.

“The rest of the pod.”

“You found us a husband?” one of the new narwhals asks.

Tiguaak feels their lustful stares as their eyes all go towards his crotch.

At least death by whale pussy will be a better death than death by hypothermia or drowning.