cake by the ocean

The flame-colored male's lurching, flailing progress across the sand nearly flung Viviane from his back multiple times, and frankly he wouldn't be far off if he did attribute his stumbling to her wobbling around. She'd never ridden anything before and not having hands it was more than a little difficult to keep her balance with any success. It was not only the only ride she'd ever had, but it was the wildest. When he gave one last bounce forward and then stopped she really did nearly go right over his head and barely caught herself with a shocked yip. She didn't quite trust her legs right then to hold her if she slid down from his back, so she just cautiously raised her head to peek at the huge fish - and then promptly had to catch herself with another squeak when he swatted at the fish's rump. Despite the crazy circumstances and the distraction of clinging on with the odd man's wobbly movements, she did peer at it with fascination. She'd never seen a shark before, after all, and it was not much like she'd imagined it, yet at the same time quite as intimidating as you'd expect from a fearsome ocean monster. But... something about it was so pitiful, washed up on the shore to be ogled by wolves. Was it... even alive? Her steed twisted back to enthuse about the shark, then gestured at something she couldn't see and declared it the shark's penis. Viviane couldn't help it; she immediately flamed red beneath her fur at the male's words. "It's - it's... uhm, he is a fantastic shark," she stammered, blushing harder at her own embarrassment. She couldn't say that a handsome stranger had ever said 'penis' to her before. A night of firsts apparently. "Is it dead?" she ventured to try to cover her mortification.