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************ Warning! The following story contains transformation, male/female sexual relations, bondage, public sex, and lots of other naughty stuff; if you're not old enough to read this in the territory you live in, don't! Comments and constructive critiques are always welcome:) Shark7 is (c) his player on FA Tabitha is (c) her player on FA, Finir All other material (c) Me, John Calafin ************

Skye couldn't hold back the shiver that ran through his body as he waited patiently on the bed, his eyes covered by a blindfold and his hands cuffed to the corners, awaiting the first touch to let him know the fun had begun; It had been an interesting day. He'd come to the new Aquacon for it's first year, The furry convention catering to aquatic and oceanic furs as well as anyone else who came, the hotel it took place in literally across the street from the beach in southern California, with several resteraunts nearby open and eager for new patrons during the slow winter months. Within a few hours of arrving, he'd had a fellow shark who said to call them "Finir" approach and ask if he'd like to go back to his room and try out some new aphrodisiac called "Sharks Blood" that had just hit the market. And now here he was, nude, his body tanned from prep before the con, not too muscular but not fat either, his blond hair ruffled atop his head, his blue eyes hidden beneath black velvet, his arousal on full display as he heard sounds coming from his room's bathroom.

Finir's voice echoed off the tile, making him lift up his head to listen "You ready for me?" and then nod in the affirmitive, his tongue unconsciously licking across his lips. The sounds of footsteps approaching made him murr; he'd never imagined bondage would be so hot, but now that he was experiencing it firsthand he was very much liking what he was getting, from the feel of the cuffs on his wrists to not knowing what was coming next. He jumped as a soft hand ran along his shaft, fingertips carressing it gently as he groaned and wiggled a bit atop the sheets, a drop of pre forming at his cocktip as a soft chuckle came from his tormenter "Mmmm, already eager I see..." His slow nod and whimper brought another playful chuckle, and he felt something, a cup, press to his lips as his head was lifted up "Drink..." A flash of fear went through him; After all, he'd only met this person hours before, it could be a drug to make him unconscious, LSD, who knows what in that cup. But he'd chatted with Finir online before, and had gotten to trust the fellow shark. Pursing his lips, he sipped at the flid, finding it tasted strangely like diluted saltwater, with a hint of some kind of fruit flavor. After a few sips, he gulped down the remainder as the cup was tipped, feeling a little dizzy for a moment and lying his head back down.

Almost distantly, he faintly heard Finir whisper "Good boy.. now lets have some fun..." as something warm, wet, and sucking slid over his maleness, making his back arch in pleasure. Hands grasping at the handcuff chains, he groaned as pleasure flooded his body, more then he'd ever gotten pleasuring himself. A pair of hands with well formed nails held his waist down as that hot, suckling mouth slid up and down his length, tongue flicking along his underside, each time feeling hotter and wetter, not letting him move his hips as he licked his mouth and shivered in ecstasy. He was close, so very close, when the mouth suddenly pulled off and he heard and felt his partner fall off the bed, a whimpering moan occuring at the same time, and not from him. Gasping, he raised his head and wished he could remove the blindfold, his eyes flicking back and forth underneath it "Finir? Is everything ok?"

A raspy, panicked gasp was his answer, followed a moment by a voice like Finir's mumbling "Oh shit, what's happening...What's...Ohhh why does that feel so good?" and an impact on the bed, the springs bouncing a bit as something or someone climbed back top it, accompanied by deep, hard breathing. His soft whisper of "Finir?" was answered by a deep, soft murr, and the feel of a hand grasping his cock, the fingers of it feeling rough, like they had a fine-grained sandpaper on them, and a warm, rough tongue lapped at his maleness again, drawing out the pre it had in it from before he'd gone soft in fear. Despite his fear, wondering if Finir was simply mind-fucking him, he quickly grew hard again, his balls pulling up at the strange sensation from the roughened hand and tongue, his body thrusting up into his unseen partners attentions. it didn't take nearly as long for him to get close, his teeth gritted as he tried to hold back, ignoring the strange warmth that was growing inside of his chest and down into his arms and legs.

A soft giggle stopped him short, the voice different from Finirs as he lifted his head "huh?" and then pulled it back as his blindfold was taken off, the light blinding him as it greeted his eyes. A few eyeblinks later, a frightened shudder mixed with arousal went through him as he saw what had been pleasuring him; a partially transformed, and still transforming, shark girl. "Such Eager prey... Like what you see?" came from the female before him, at least he figured female by the pert B cups on her chest, which were rapidly growing to C cups before his eyes. Her face was that of a tiger shark, but softened and anthro, with metallic blue hair covering the top of her head, a pair of sergal-like ears erupting from it. Her eyes were a bright yellow, with catlike pupils, the former green of the human eyes disappearing before him. The skin was changing as well, from a tanned brown to white on the underside and the yellow and orange stripes of a tiger shark along her back and upper arms and legs, almost three quarters of her body having already changed. A groan came from the being lying atop him, and a sharp, bone-like *snap* was followed by a tail that was maybe a foot long erupting from her backside, the new appendage growing in length and girth as she smiled at him, human teeth growing into the distinctive triangles of a sharks mouth, gills forming along her neck. "Finir...What's... Going on?"

A soft growl, yes, a growl, came from her as she tilted her head and smiled wider "I guess that sharks blood decided to let me, I mean Tabitha, out to play... and I'm hungry..." He gulped slowly and nodded, then groaned as the hybrid turning anthro shark lapped along his shaft again, then pressed her breasts around it, stroking him in her valley. Gritting his teeth, he was both horrified and aroused at what was happening; He'd fantasized about being with a shark girl almost since he'd gotten into the fandom, and here he was, getting a titfuck from one, a *real* one, atop his hotel bed at a furry con. At this point, he didn't care if this was just some wild hallucination he was having from the shark's blood drink, if he was dreaming, or going insane; he just didn't want it to stop. Her breasts finished swelling around him, finishing at a nice, firm C-cup size if he tried to measure, though his mind was on anything but measuring at the moment. Several moments and groans from him later, he felt his edge drawing close, the warm feeling in his body having turned into a fire, his entire form tingling like it was on fire from the inside out. If anything, Finir, now Tabitha, seemed to want him to cum sooner rather then later, her breasts stroking up and down eagerly on his shaft as he spurted pre onto her bosom. When it happened, his climax was like a tidal wave, gouts of his white cum firing onto the shark girls chin, breasts, tongue, and mouth as she moaned and slid her mouth over him, careful her teeth didn't catch as she swallowed his load. He could feel his arms bulging, muscvles that previously would have been just fit for a human becoming more defined and strong as he strained against the handcuffs in his orgasm. He could feel the metal fatiguing, straining against him and the bed, as his hips rocked into the breasts and stroking tongue of his newly transformed partner as his orgasm unleashed his pleasure.

It took him a couple moments to realize his hands were on her head, the broken chainlinks dangling from them as he held her mouth onto his crotch, the last of his load firing into her gulping throat. Just as he pulled up his hands to stare in curiousity at the broken cuffs, the fire within him blossomed, and he doubled into a fetal position in pain and pleasure as something within him began to change. Staring at his hands, horrer flooded him as his nails began to grow into short claws, his skin turning from tanned white into grey, darker strips starting at his wrist and continuing up his arm as they grew in girth, muscles redoubling in size and power as he rolled onto his belly and groaned, clutching his middle. A sharp pain in his back ended a moment later as a dorsal fin shot out from between his shoulderblades, only a few inches tall but rapidly growing. Gripping the bedsheets under him, he could hear the fabric tearing as his claws dug in and his body continued to change, his spine growing longer to accomdate his larger form as short pecfins grew from his elbows, each one flexing with his forearm. Looking up, he squinted through the flood of sensations to see Tabitha, now fully changed, lying on her back and fingering herself, watching him morph and transform. He could barely utter out "Why?" before another shudder of mingled pain and pleasure took his breath from him.

A glance between his legs confirmed his maleness was pulling inside of him, forming into a kind of sheath-slit, fins growing from either side of it as his fear grew, his eyes closing in an attempt to disbelieve what was going on. Molten fire seemed to be flowing in his veins, his entire body burning like he'd run a marathon ten times and not cooled down. His skin itched as denticles grew from it, like tiny bone-hard muschrooms sprouting out of his skin and forming the signature rough and smooth hide of a shark. His hair began to grow, staying dirty blond, and his snout began to emerge, replacing his human nose and mouth with that of an anthro tiger-shark, he could barely make out a moan from her "Mmm, I didn't really believe this stuff would work, but if it did, I wanted another shark to play with... and you're a cutie..." His reply was cut short as he felt his eyes change, growing larger to fit his larger skull as his snout finished growing and his sergal-type ears, similar to hers, finished growing. He could see in different colors now, his perspective both telescopic forward but able to see to his sides, his vision that of a hunter, a predator. A loud *snap!* made him gasp as his tail grew itself out of his rump above his buttocks, the classic vertical cutting fin matching his dorsal with small fins erupting from it's underside as it rapidly grew. Rolling on his side, he unintentionally rolled off the bed, his larger body now throwing off his proportions as he landed and managed to struggle up onto all fours, an itch on his neck turning into flexing gills as he groaned, the sound different, deeper but also hollow, as he neared, what he hoped, was the end of his transformation.

Glancing down, he realized his legs were now digigrade, his feet ending in large clawed paws. With the instinct of all male anthros, he glanced at his crotch, groaning as he felt his shaft split inside of what looked like a semi-sheath between two crotch fins, and and what emerged, dangling soft, was not one but a pair of shafts, their unaroused lengths showing he'd be quite well endowed when he got to use them. His final cry came as his tail finished growing, the length of it half his height and perhaps a bit more, flexing side to side as he stumbled, then braced on the bed, trying to stand. Looking up, his senses began to settle, and he realized how different everything looked and felt. He could feel a tingling along his left side, and realized it was from the bedside lamp, a sharks ability to feel electrical fields intact in him as his nose took in many, many scents he didn't know had existed before. His own musk was masculine and strong, and only overpowered slightly by the female musk of the sharkgirl before him, sitting in a chair with her legs spread, her fingers rubbing between them.

He realized he could hear as well as he did as a human, his own heavy breathing echoed by that of Tabitha, the other sounds of the hotel, from the soft voices down the hall, to the wash of the waves through the window, tingling through his new ears as he attempted again to stand and succeeded, getting off balance a bit before finding the new center of gravity his recently acquired tail gave him. Looking back at the other shark, he saw she'd walked to the second door of the room, leading outside to the beach, and was grinning back at him, a shake of her hips indicating her mood as she winked at him "Come and get me... Catch me and I'm yours..." and then glanced down at his crotch, making him glance down as well, and he realized his now twin shafts were erect and hard, both of them tingling as ridges along the top of them formed, each one firming up in his arousal and promising a very stimulating ride, both of them half again as long and thick as he was when he was human.

Raising his head, he saw she'd already began to run, and without a moments pause he gave chase, unsteadily at first but rapidly learning. The concepts of running nude and hard through the public porch, across the street, and to the beach didn't matter to him. The human concepts of public lewdness and nudity were cast aside as his now shark-mind began to assert itself; there was a willing female he had to catch, and he was going to succeed. His claws clicked on the concrete as he ran across the patio, then the sidewalk and across the pedestrian crossway, a red light thankfully stopping anyone from hitting him as his eyes tracked the blue hair and orange striped body of his chosen quarry. She was adjusting to her new body as well, her steps as uneven as his, and she wasn't as tall as him. He steadily gained on her, a 6 foot anthro tigershark racing on the sand in pursuit of a smaller shark greeting the eyes of everyone on the beach.

He finally caught her next to a stand of palmtrees abutting the public restrooms, a lunge from his legs letting him catch her at mid-waist and pull her down onto the sand, both of them huffing as he grinned and gently raked her dorsal with his teeth in an unconscious act, an instinct he knew to follow, as he chuffed "Mine..." Taking a deep inhale, she groaned and rolled over, smiling at him "Then claim me..." then got to her feet, leaning against the palm tree with her tail in the air, exposing herself to him. Slowly getting to his feet, he moved to her and spun her around, her surprised squeak a pleasure to his ears as he locked his teeth within hers in a sharks kiss, his tongue rubbing against her own as he rubbed his body to hers and lifted her legs up, pinning her between him and the tree. Accepting his lead, she wrapped her legs around his waist, then cried out in pleasure into his mouth as he stuffed his aroused spears into her, both of them sheathing within her sex as he pumped his hips, his eyes closed as he moaned and began fucking her. The sensations were incredible; each of those ridges stroked inside of her, rubbing her newly changed clitoris and inner walls, her tight depths milking at him with each stroke.

Her body and his quickly found a good rhythem, their denticled skin stroking and making each other tingle as he worked himself to the hilt in her, both of his shafts soon soaked in her own aroused fluids. Her breasts rubbing against his skin aroused him even further, their hands finding good places to grasp as they rutted, her body pinned in mid-air between the palmtrees rough bark and his own muscular body. Breaking the kiss, he let her nip his snout as he did hers, their motions slowly growing faster and faster, both eager to enjoy their orgasms in their new forms. Half of the excitement was their new senses; their noses could bathe in each others aroused musk, their bodies could feel the others electrical activity, what made it faster and stronger, letting them know what parts to touch to give the most pleasure.

After what seemed far too long a time and far too short a time as well, his thrusts grew uneven, and she clenched around him, already near her orgasm and knowing what was coming. A mix between a moan and a growl came from his throat as he began spurting into her, newly formed internal testicles churning and delivering their due into her, each of his shafts jetting bolts of hot cream inside of her belly as she gasped and climaxed with him, hands gripping his shoulders as her depths milked and squeezed on him, drippings from their coupling leaking onto the sand and forming a wet puddle beneath them as they gave their virginities to each other, his ridges coated with nectar and spunk as they pumped in and out of her spasming body. It took several long, luscious minutes for them to come down, their bodies rubbing and stroking each other as he mmm'ed and kissed her again, their tongues stroking until he finally helped her slide down to be on her feet again. Grinning, she stroked his chest and winked "Not bad... I want more... in the water..."

As a human, he'd have needed several minutes to recover from such an intense orgasm; but he was more then human now, and he knew it, his twin shafts starting to firm again as he grinned "Then lead the way..." and accepted her hand, letting her guide him to the water and diving in, their tails instinctively lashing back and forth and churning surf for a few moments before they got deep enough to properly submerge. As soon as he got in the water, he felt everything change: his eyes adjusted, letting him see as well underwater as above. The gills in his neck now took in fresh water, letting his lungs lie dormant within his chest, his tail and arm pec-fins helping him move through the water with the ease of a bird in the air. His nose was even better under the surface, letting him almost 'taste' the scent of fish nearby, the leftover churn from a sea-doo above him... and the eager, lusty scent of an aroused female shark.

Following the scent now came as easy to him as following street signs was to his former self, his body instinctively guiding him to the surface a good 30 or 40 deep down, where he could see Tabitha on all fours on the bottom, grinning at him and shaking her rump Diving down, he stroked his body along hers, his twin shafts dragging along her skin as he savoured how she felt. Her own body shivered at his carress, hands reaching out to stroke him as he settled behind her, enjoying the view before swimming closer.

Not bothering with the long foreplay he had long associated with mating as a human, he kneeled behind her, his body instinctively maintaining neutral bouyancy as he lined up, and then drew a silent scream from her as one shaft slid into her female depths, the other driving up into her tight tailring, claiming her undertail. Bubbles came from her mouth at the unexpected penetration, but rather then struggle, she pushed back, encouraging him. Holding her hips, he began to thrust, the ridges on his shaft stroking inside of her as he held her to him and let his mouth hand open, bubbles escaping his own maw as he savoured how good she felt. She was seemingly enjoying as well, hands digging into the sand as he double-penetrated her willing new body.

All the fantasies he'd had couldn't match what he was actually experiencing, the silky tight depths of Tabitha taking him into herself, the water carressing them as they rutted and all the tastes of the sea wafted over their noses and mouths, the moans they made in pitches humans couldn't hear with their land-based ears; it was surreal in all the ways he'd hoped. Leaning over her, he raked his teeth along her dorsal, not biting but making her body react as he claimed her in the way of sharks, his thrusts growing faster as he took her again and again, their bodies bucking into the sand at the bottom of the sea.

This time took a bit longer, but was even more satisfying as he grabbed her and held her to his crotch, his twin shafts emptying his load into her quivering, orgasming body as they shuddered together. Gently "mmmmmm"ing into the water, he slowly pulled free and stroked her, then was surprised as she grabbed him and pulled him down to the sand, her mouth open in a silent, amused smirk. They lay like that for a few moments, then glanced back at the surface as his belly growled, followed by hers a moment later. Looking into her eyes, he smiled and shook his head, then pointed in a direction he could smell fish from. A nod from her confirmed that food was far more important then going back to the land; they could go back anytime they wanted, why rush? His body soon began swimming towards the fish, with her own form following close behind, their worries about the con, land dwellers, and other furs forgotten in their eagerness to explore this new world and themselves. ---end---

Bonus: Chuckling, The anthro dolphin unceremoniously dropped the LA times on his desk, an article across the top reading "Lewd Sharks caught on beach! Two furry congoers still missing" with a censored image of a couple anthro tiger shark 'fursuiters' against a palmtree above it. Turning to his computer, he made a quick couple of taps on his phone and brought up a long list. A voice on the other end of the line chittered at him "Yes, Ke'chara?" and was answered with a "Successful field test... I think we can safely go into full production, hopefully we'll have ten thousand units ready for Anthro Con..." There was a pause, followed by a soft giggle "Those two were our test subjects? Well, that explains things... Saving the world one furson at a time, hmmm?" Chuckling, the male nodded "Well, we can try... see you soon..." and then ended the call, the list on his computer bringing up a long list of different 'aphrodisiacs' "Hmmm, Dolphin Musk, Dragon Spit, Shark Blood, Liquid Otter... So much to do..." and then accepting his commands as he began typing in new formulas, a spinning logo in the corner of the screen reading "YPBS" in block letters as each new formula was saved.