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Manatee Porn, the only One of Its kind in the World, Imagine the Creative Forces at Work before/after So I'm a manatee. Call me Byron. I'm young, as manatee's go. Still a teenager. And godammit, its cold. No plankton. No light. Where the hell did everybody go? One minute everything was fine. Then it got dark, and now, I find myself in the middle of nowhere huddling by this volcano vent. What to do? The vent itself is pretty small. There's a lot of plant life here. I wonder what this tastes like? "Hey!" What was that? "Hello?" I ask, tremulously. "Don't eat me." "What?" I ask. "I said don't eat me. I'm not a plant. I'm a sea-anemone." So I look at what I was going to nibble on, and I see a mushroom-like plant looking creature. "Well, you LOOK like a plant." I say. "Yeah. That's what they all say. The moray eels are the worst. My name's George. What's yours? �Byron.� �Well, Byron, are you going to the crater?� �The what?� �The crater. You know, where everybody lives? Over that way?� �Uhh. sure. I don�t know.� I say, with definite befuddlement. �Hookay. You don�t know? I figured a young manatee like you would be out on the town, lookin� for a little action.� �Action?� I say, innocently. I�m about to get into a big old mess. �Yeah,� George says,�You know, action! Chicks! Poontang! Snatch! What the hell you think I�m talkin� �bout, cow-baby? Everybody wants a little bit." George says incredulously. �Everybody?� I ask. �Yeah, everybody. Tell you what. Up over that way, I gots all the action you ever gone� need. You go there, talk to a manatee named Charlene. She�ll straighten you out, give you everything you need.� George says, swaying to and fro in the current. �Over there? A manatee named Charlene?� I repeat. �Yeah, you go. Give your double dime of P to her. She�ll take care of you.� George says, still swaying. �Okay.� I say, and off I go. I swim away from the vent, and pass over a rise in the ocean floor. Just over this ridge I see a little glow, and head for it. Passing over the ridge, I look down. The ocean floor slopes for a long way down, and is dimly illuminated. But its so big! There's no way I'm going to make it to the bottom. I need air. So I surface, and then head down the slope. Well, might as well see what there is to see. It feels warmer here already. So I wander down the slope, and pass through a curtain of sea-weed. You would not believe the amount of life. Everywhere I looked, there was a school of fish going hither and yon. Barracuda toughs. A gang looking for a fight. Anemones. Eels. Crabs of all shapes and sizes. Dolphin. Sea-turtles moving really slow. All kinds of tropical fish of all shapes and sizes. And here and there, only about two or three of them, are shark, just bouying like they're kings. One of them makes a motion to me, and a female manatee swims up. "Whatsa' matter, honey? You lonely tonight?" She says sweetly. "Uhhh, are you Charlene?" I query. "Yeah, baby. You're not from around here, are you." charlene states, matter of factly. "No." "What's your name, sweetie?" "Byron." "Well, Byron. Lets go get some air." "Okay. I like air. Are you going to give me everything I need, like george said you would?" "Honey, what george don't know about me would fill a book. I'll give you everything you need, and then some." So I swim to the surface, with Charlene by my side, and grab some air. Big great gulps of air. I really love air. "Okay, honey, you ready?" Charlene asks me. "Ready?" I say. "Oh, baby, this isn't your first time, is it? Come here, honey, we'll go slow. Charlene's gonna' take care of you. So I slowly swim over to Charlene, and brush up next to her. She carresses me with her flippers, gently rubbing my dorsal section. "Okay, hon. Here we go." Charlene says in a sultry, manatee voice, caressing my genital opening with her shapely tail. "You just relax, and let Charley do all the work." And she rubs my genital opening a little more vigorously, sending chills of excastsy up and down my spine. I feel my manatee manhood stiffen, and protrude. With the skill of a professional, she turns to face me, and takes my manatee man-root into her, softly moaning. "Ooooh. That's it baby. Stay with me." She increases the pace, getting excited. Moaning louder, she pulls me close with her flippers, and whispers by my sensitive hearing spot on my cheek bones connected to my aural cavities and tube-like ear bones. "Oh, baby, you feel so good inside me. I'm gonna' make you cum." she whispers, and turns around, her tail towards me, her genital opening swollen, and ready for my manatee man meat. I need no encouragement. My aquatic-mamallian body knows exactly what to do. I pull her close with my flippers, and slide in my engorged aquatic-mammal member into her quivering mantatee mount of venus. "Oh, baby, That's right. That's it! Right there!" She screams, undulating under my water displaced weight. Just as my manatee genetalia start to throb, she turns, and takes my grayish-brown headed manatee warrior into her mouth, the bristle of her upper lip, tickling the manatee man milk out, billowing, milky in the ocean water, making a spunk cloud in the sea. I was in rapture. I didn't want to move. Here I'd found it all, and I wanted Charlene to stay, be mine forever. So what if manatee don't form permanent mating bonds. This was different. This was new. And we're gonna do it OUR way. "Okay, honey. That was fun, but I'm a working girl. You got that double dime of plankton on you or what?" she asks sharply, puncturing my illusion like a balloon. "Uh. What-What-was-I-I-that-this- about....us, I mean." I stammer. "Oh, sweetie. It was good. But it was your first time. You're going to find a lotta' nice girls, and do this over and over. Now. About that double dime for the throw. you got it?" She asks sweetly, but with a definite edge in her tone of voice. "No. I don't." Charlene sighs. "Another deadbeat, can you believe it? George!!" George calls over the distance."Yeah baby!?" "He ain't got nothin'!" She shouts plaintively. "He ain't got nothin'?! Louie! Help the man find his payment for services rendered! Double dime of P for a throw, cheif!" George shreiks. And out of the dark comes a shark, easily three times the size of me. He grabs me in his jaws, his sharp teeth puncturing my skin, and shakes me violently. "Cough it up, deadbeat. It's just gonna' get worse from here." And now I'm thouroughly confused. At my wits end, i shout for mercy to george, who was brought near by a pack of eels. "Please. Please. Let me go. Anything. I'll do anything." I whimper. A sinister, schemeing light gleams from the direction of george's ocular light sensors. "Anything?" he says, and giggles malevolently. * * * So now here I am. I hustle coca-seaweed for George on the edge of the crater to passing manatees during the day, and pimp outside the brothel at night. Its not a bad life, but I'm a virtual slave. I'd give anything to have my freedom. But, then, I'd never see Charlene again. "Ain't that right, Charlene." "You know you right, Byron-baby." Life is a funny thing, y'know? I should've swam the other direction. Natural Selection is a bitch.
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