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Don't Feed the Sharks

He was 27 when he moved out of his parents house. Heh... back in the 90s, moving out at such a late age would be considered a 'failure to launch' kind of deal. Of course, he was too young to really remember that decade since he was born at the tail end of it, but that's neither here nor there.

When most people move out of their parents' house for the first time, they move to, say, an apartment that's not too far off, right? Maybe they live on campus at their college, which could be a state or two away? Perhaps they may even choose to live with extended family that could possibly be on the opposite side of the country? Maybe? Maybe?

Well, not for him, not for Trevor.

No, no, no! For him, when he moved out of his parents' house, he moved to an entirely different country.

Six years. He spent six years in college, and it brought him here. Where is 'here'? Well, don't bother pulling out a map, because finding 'here' may be a bit difficult. The general location? Somewhere in Indonesia. Just a small island, mostly rural, with a large city in the center of it named Reine. What is the name of the island, you ask? Pavolia.

Again, don't bother pulling out a map; you won't find it.

He moved here from Document City. After graduating from college, he got a job at a company named Moonsoft. Oops, sorry, I mean 'MoonSoft'. Capitalizing the 'S' is important in order to avoid copyright with another company based in Japan. Now then...

MoonSoft was a company focused on clothing. If you wear a shirt in Pavolia, chances are it was created by them. That includes jeans, jackets, even shoes and hats. It would be created at one of their factories, packaged in them, and then loaded onto trucks and boats where it would then be sent out to other countries for a relatively cheap price.

It was at MoonSoft's branch in Document City where he began working in its offices. He started off relatively low, just being a guy who crunched numbers for his lazy supervisors. But as the years went by, he started climbing through the ranks. Before he knew it, he was the guy writing shipping logs and checking over data sheets. His impressive dedication to his job and skill at taking on difficult tasks, garnered the eyes of his manager.

The old horse offered him a chance. He could either stay in Document City, working in the same position for two or more years, or he could take a risk and move out to Palovia, where a position opened up. The pay was better, and Pavolia had a low rent and cost of living. In Document City, he'd be one man among thousands. In Pavolia, he'd be damn near close to royalty!

Of course, his manager was merely being hyperbolic. Nevertheless, he jumped at the chance.

That was several months ago. Several months where he had to learn Indonesian at a basic level, among many other things to make living in Pavolia easier. But, hey, he managed it. Despite how confused and scared he was, he didn't back down. He learned what he needed to learn, and made the preparations he needed to make. Not even his mother's pleas for him to stay were enough to deter him. He wanted to move. He needed to move. He had to become his own man.

If only becoming his own man made the act of riding buses easier.

Reine was the name of the city he worked at... but it was not the name of the place he lived. No, that honor would go to the small town known as Acosta. Via bus, it was a thirty to forty minute drive away. But riding the bus is the easy part; it's actually getting on the bus that's difficult.

So... damn... difficult...

Bus Stop A6. That's the name of the bus he took in order to get from Reine to Acosta and vice versa. Depending on when he arrives, he can wait anywhere from ten minutes, to sixty minutes. That means he could wait the length of two songs, or an entire hour. And most days... he has to wait an entire hour.

Sometimes, he really does feel like the universe's plaything...

Tap... Tip... Tap...

The sound of his footsteps echoed along the pavement he walked upon. Behind him, he could hear the honking of horns as cars drove upon streets. To his sides, he heard the sound of boat horns as they drove through Reine's rivers. And in front of him he heard the chirps and clicks of bugs and insects.

It was dark at this time of night as the moon was up high and the glow of the city was starting to fade away. Bus Stop A6 sat on the edge of Reine, where the city's modern architecture faded away into nothing but grass and forests. He had to pass over one bridge, which felt like the final separation between the rustic and the urban. Here, it was mostly quiet, and the only light came from the lamp which hovered over the bus stop.

At least said bus stop had a neat little seating area with a bench, an awning... and a vending machine within it. Not that he used it often, but hey, it was better than nothing.

When he walked up, he was illuminated by the light of the lamppost above. A young man in his mid twenties, he had skin of a darker complexion, brown eyes, a rather fit if normal figure, and thin black hair. Couple that with his tan slacks and white shirt, and he was a guy you probably saw hundreds, if not thousands of times back in Document City. He looked much like a bored and dull office worker... and seemed to have the same level of livelihood.

“Aah..."

Trevor's eyes fell upon the bench before him, its familiar sight bringing him joy following his fifteen minute walk over here. Sitting upon it, he pulled out his phone and checked it idly, seeing it was just a little past 10:30. That meant that, yes, unfortunately, he'd have to wait nearly an hour for the next bus to arrive.

Oh well...

He paused for a moment, his already long features growing longer as he stared at the ground... then pulled his eyes over towards the vending machine beside him...

And the shark standing in front of it.

Trevor had been living here for about three months now. He had gotten used to riding the bus to this very spot in the morning and riding the bus back at night. And every night without fail, she was standing there.

She was a young woman; similar in age to him if going by eyesight alone. Her body was coated in pale-white scales, the likes of which would make her blend in with a snowy landscape if she was standing among them. From her head spilled long brown hair that was parted to the side, covering the left half of her face, and obscuring one of her sharp, stormy-gray eyes. It fell and fell, billowing and spilling upon her shoulders and back before coming down just shy of her hips.

A sporty young woman, she reminded him of the many beastkin he'd see when he visited the clubs of Document City. Doubly so with her choice of clothing. These baggy jeans that slipped slightly off of her hips, and this equally as baggy top that didn't even come down to cover her toned and slender midsection, meaning that her midriff was exposed. She even had this baseball cap on her head and fingerless gloves on her hands. Hell, there was even this cool little pocket chain hanging from her hips.

Was she going out to the club? Was she just returning from one? Reine had plenty of clubs within its bounds, so there was a good chance she was heading towards one of them. If so, why was she standing here? Why was she always standing here? He never saw her get on a bus or arrive via bus. Whenever he arrived at this stop at night, she was always here before him, standing in front of the vending machine and completely unaware of the world around her.

Coming from Document City, he was used to living alongside beastkin. What he wasn't used to were beastkin of the marine variety. While not rare, they certainly were uncommon. Unless you lived in more tropical/beach side environments, marine beastkin weren't the norm. That was certainly true in Document City... not so true here on the island of Pavolia. So much so that they had a saying on this island.

Don't feed the sharks.

He had heard it from the many rustic fishermen that live near his apartment. An old axiom that dates back to the earliest settlement of this island in the distant past. But what does that mean? He could gleam some things since they were, ya'know, sharks, but that didn't explain what it could possibly mean outside of a nautical sense. Why is this relevant? Because of this shark's face.

It wasn't that she was always here. It wasn't that she was always standing in front of the vending machine either. It was because of the face she wore as she did so. Standing in front of the vending machine, she wore an expression of... lust? Desire? Hunger? All of these things mixed into one?

Her mouth was hung open, a sliver of drool hanging from her lips. Her eyes were wide, staring endlessly without blinking. Her body was still as a statue, and yet one could see slight trembles in areas like her fingers and tail. And her breathing was stiffened, being slow to the point that a doctor would probably show concern.

Every night without fail she'd be here, and every night without fail, she'd act the same way she was acting now. Standing, staring, silent. He knew she was alive since she'd be gone by the morning time, but would be here at night... that is, unless she was a ghost or some other undead creature.

Who was she? Not once had he heard her say a word, not once had he watched her move, not once had he seen her do anything. He could tell she was hungry due to the look in her eyes and how she was transfixed on the vending machine, but come on, why didn't she just buy herself a bag of chips or something? She clearly wanted one!

A slight pout sat on Trevor's face as he looked at the shark. Rising slightly, he walked over towards her side. Even as he stood just a few inches shy of her, the shark remained locked on the vending machine. He raised his hand, coming close to touching her... but instead waved in front of her face. Once, twice, thrice he shook his hand... and got absolutely no response out of her. The shark just remained locked in on the vending machine.

Oooookaaaaaaay. Then... maybe he should just buy her a bag of chips? It wasn't much; it was just a vending machine. Glancing over, the most expensive snack in it was only $1.75. Okay...

“Did you... want something to eat...?" asked Trevor, his tired voice cutting through the quiet air of the bus stop.

The shark didn't respond... at least... not verbally. Her eyes snapped open, now staring at him as that same look of hunger and desire remained on her face. But now it was laced with slight surprise and confusion. Was he talking to her?

“Chips...?" he muttered, not even sure if she understood him, “Like..." turning to face the vending machine, he placed his hand upon its surface, “These chips? These... cheesy chips? Or these spicy chips? Sour cream and onions...?"

Trevor got no response. The sharkess continued staring at him with that same expression, while he looked back with his eyebrow raised and head tilted to one side. The drool on her lip was hanging further now, while her gray eyes remained locked.

Was this girl, ya'know, funny in the head? Even if she didn't understand him, she made no attempts to communicate at all. She just... looked at him, making this situation even more awkward than it already was. He looked away and rubbed the back of his head, before sighing and reaching down. Trevor didn't know why he was doing this, but he reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet.

Sliiiidee! Sliiiidee!

Pushing two dollars into the machine, Trevor eyed it up and down before finding a bag of chips that he personally preferred. Something cheesy, a bit salty, but it had a name he didn't know, nor could he understand. He had it with his sandwiches at lunch though, so he knew it was good.

D8. That was the number he pressed. Soon after...

Guuuuuurrrrrnn!

The vending machine pushed the bag of cheesy chips out, and it fell to the bottom. Reaching down, he pulled out the bag of chips then turned. The shark's eyes were no longer locked on the machine, nor were they locked on his face. Instead, she was hyper focused on the snack in his hand, watching as he hung it in front of her face.

“Here..." said Trevor.

“M... me...?" the shark whispered back.

That was the first word he had ever heard her say. Ever.

“Yeah. You," he replied with a shrug of his shoulders.

She didn't hesitate.

Swipe! Riiiiiip!

“NOMPH! SNAR! BITE!"

With the vicious intensity of, well, a shark, she quickly tore into the back and started devouring the chips, tearing it to shreds in a blur of teeth and fangs. Trevor stood there briefly, watching her gorge herself on such a small morsel of food. She ate it like she hadn't eaten anything for a while. Maybe she really was a bit off in the head.

Whatever; at least he knew she was actually alive, and not some zombie or something.

His curiosities satiated, Trevor turned towards the bench again and sat down. Now all he needed to do was wait for his bus. Hey, maybe now that she had eaten something, she'd make for pleasant company and conversation while he waited for his ride. If not, well, he had his phone to keep him entertained.

So he pulled it out, and...

“Hey."

“Hm...?"

Trevor looked up. The shark was standing above him. Her stormy gray eyes were locked on his face, while cheese and chips hung from her lips. Already the snack of mediocre food had been devoured, with the bag tossed into the nearby trash bin. And yet, she was wearing that face again. The lust, the desire, the hunger, even the slight sliver of drool; it was all plastered on her face. But instead of being focused on the vending machine, it was focused on him.

“What's wrong? You need something?" asked Trevor as he straightened up slightly.

The sharkess moved in closer.

“Hey... let me suck your dick."

Yup, this girl was definitely weird.

For several moments, Trevor sat there, staring up at the shark like she had asked for something mundane, like what time it was, or when the next bust would arrive. Her words were so outlandish, so sudden, so extreme, that he could feel his brain short circuit, like a machine that's had water poured on its mainframe. But once those thoughts were finally parsed – when realization finally befell him – his eyes grew wide and his mouth hung open.

“WHAT!?" Trevor shouted, making the shark flinch.

“Jeeze, do you gotta be so loud~?" she asked, her eyes briefly glancing to the side, “Hey, quickly pull down your pants. Let me suck your dick already."

“What? WHAT!?" Trevor repeated as he gripped the side of his head and stood up, his expression understandably confused by the nonsense coming out of the shark's mouth, “What the fuck do you mean 'let me suck your dick'!? Are you crazy?"

“Huh? Is my English off...?" muttered the shark as she looked back at him, “I coulda sworn I said it right... um... l-let me say it slowly," she leaned it forward, “Let. Me. Suck. Your. Dick."

“I UNDERSTOOD YOU THE FIRST TIME!!!" he barked, causing her to jump.

“Then what's the big fuckin' idea?" replied the shark, “C'mon, pull down your pants. I'll suck it good. Promise~"

What the hell was going on? No, seriously, what the hell was going on!? Trevor was so convinced that he wasn't hearing what he was hearing, that it made more sense that he had hit his head sometime after getting off from work! Otherwise, the reality of the situation was true! That this shark – who he did not know – was asking to suck his dick!

Trevor looked up at the shark, who stared back at him like he was the crazy one! Her head was turned up at him, she had a raised eyebrow, even her lips were in a slight pout, as if to say something along the lines of...

What? Are you gay or something?

If Trevor had longer hair, he'd be pulling on them.

“You bought me chips, right~?" said the shark, making him flinch, “So let me pay you back. Pull down your pants and let me suck your dick, 'kay?"

“I just bought you chips," said Trevor as he leaned against the bench behind him, “That's all I did. Don't you think giving me a blowjob in exchange for chips is a little bit of an extreme trade?"

“Whoa... whoa, whoa, whoa," her hand shook through the air as she looked to the side, “You're talkin' too fast. Exchange? Extreme trade? I don't give a shit 'bout any of that," she then looked back, her lips curled into this wicked grin that showed off her sharp, jagged, shark teeth, “Just let me suck your dick, alright? You got me that bag of chips, so this is the least I could do for ya~"

Actually, there's a lot of things she could do in exchange for a bag of chips that doesn't come down to sexual favors!

Trevor gritted his teeth, his hand scratching at the back of his head. He was about to tell her off, tell her to go home, or return to whatever mental institute she swam out of. But, no, that can't be it, can it? When he looked back at her, he didn't see someone who had clear mental issues. Strange though this shark was, she looked like a party goer with her choice of clothes. Her hair too was neatly taken care of, and her pale-white scales were well-maintained. Putting it lightly...

This girl was odd, but she wasn't crazy.

“I don't get--"

“What is there to get?" she said, cutting him off whilst stepping closer, “It's not like I'm askin' for more food or somethin'. Just..." and then brazenly, she placed her hand on his hips, “Let me suck your dick."

Why was this girl so forward? And why was she touching him!? Her hands were gripping him, pulling at his belt as they steadily slid over towards his pelvis. Trevor was so shocked, he could only gasp whilst shooting her an incredulous look. Like, seriously, was she even real!?

“Would you just STOP!" he shouted, jolting her in place.

“D-dammnnnn~" muttered the shark as she pulled back, “Shit... do you have to shout so loud? Really makes my ears ring..."

Placing a hand on his head, Trevor shook it as he looked to the side. What was going on? He just bought her a bag of chips – nothing more, nothing less – and in return, she offered to give him a blowjob. He could confirm that she wasn't crazy... or... at least not really crazy, but she was definitely strange. Something else about her?

She was pretty damn attractive.

Eyes sliding back towards the shark, she had a similar height to his, being either an inch shorter or an inch taller; he really couldn't tell. Her long brown hair was wavy and cool as it flowed down to her hips, and the front hung over the left side of her face. Her lips sat in a pout, while her stormy-gray eyes looked up at him. She had the curvy physique of a sporty young woman, but not an athletic one. Yes, she was active juuuuuust enough to keep this thin waist of hers and shapely hips, not to mention her perky chest. Not the biggest, but more than perfect for her body and figure.

Wait. Um...

WHAT THE HELL WAS HE DOING!?

Shamelessly, Trevor ogled the shark in front of him. She didn't seem to mind. Hell, she didn't even seem to notice! She was still pouting at him, still looking into his eyes, as if trying to figure out what was going on in his head. He gawked back, this red blush forming on his cheeks as his thoughts shifted.

Like... shit... was he actually considering this? Did he hit his head? No... he was just really fucking horny. And if that wasn't obvious enough from sight alone.

“Huh? Oooooh~ heh...!"

The shark's eyes fell down his body, coming down towards his crotch. The thin slacks he wore betrayed him. Rather pronounced upon his pants as it ran down his right leg, was his hard, throbbing cock. It had gotten as hard as a metal pole, and had a length to match. Seeing it drew a series of giggles from the shark's lips, and she stepped in closer once again.

“Heeheehee~ are ya ready now~?" she asked in a knowing manner, one hand curling beneath her chin while her other hand fell on his cock.

He didn't fight her off, not this time. The firm touch of her hand could be felt even through his slacks. She was a shark – through and through – giving her a surprisingly strong grip. When that hand gripped his member, he felt it throb, and he looked up towards her face.

“Let me suck your dick~"

Again he looked at her. She was smirking, chuckling too. And then her tongue slowly slid out of her jaw, cresting over her sharp teeth. And right there in the center of it, glowing with a silver light, was a tongue piercing. It was small and round, and attracted his eyes like a magnet.

You know what they say about girls with a tongue piercing, right?

“Aah... nggh... hmmm..."

Trevor wasn't really paying attention. With the shark standing before him, that wicked grin on her face, he was pushed over until he was sitting on the bench. Looking down, he watched as the shark descended to her knees in a blur, sitting before him with a glow in her stormy-gray eyes. Left to right she licked her lips like she was sizing up a delicious piece of meat, while her hands sat on his thighs to keep his legs open.

Sitting there, his mouth agape, Trevor watched as the shark began tugging at the buckle of his belt. It grew loose, and after unzipping his slacks, she began pulling them down. Inch by inch he was freed of their grasp, and after a few tugs too many...

Fwip!

“Ah-haaaah!!!"

Freed from the confines of his pants, Trevor's cock flipped out, and stood tall before the shark's face like a meaty spire. Her eyes glimmered at the sight, amazed by his length, his girth, his color, his everything! From the veins that ran down his cock, to the heavy balls at the bottom, he had an amazing dick that she could not wait to feast upon.

The cool air of the night graced his sweaty member, causing him to stiffen. This was happening, wasn't it? He wasn't dreaming this, right? This shark was on her knees before him, with his cock towering over her face.

“Awesome. Great," said the shark as she started to giggle, “Heeheehee~! Chu~!"

“Ah!"

Ya'know, it's around this time where he realized that... maybe putting his dick into the mouth of a shark is not the smartest thing he can do.

Go figure.

The shark pursed her lips, planting a kiss upon the head of Trevor's cock and pushing it up. He fidgeted slightly, while the shark's mouth split open into this wicked and sordid smile. All of those teeth – rows upon rows – were staring him back, and the endless pit that was her mouth and throat beckoned him closer. Her grip on his knees kept his legs wide for her, she positioned her mouth above his dick... and pushed down~

“Nmmmph~!"

“Haaah!"

With one push, she sank her mouth down around his cock. Every inch of sensitive flesh was captured within the big, dripping maw of the shark beneath him. She pushed, she pushed, and she pushed some more, with her vicious rows of teeth prickling upon the top and bottom of his dick. And when she put on the pressure, downright clamping her mouth around his dick...

“GUH!"

Trevor bucked back, his hips thrusting forward as he began pushing his cock into her awaiting mouth.

The shark's tongue cradled the bottom of his cock, the steel stud of her tongue piercing also gliding along his member. She had expert control, one that was almost voracious in how she used that tongue of hers. Around and around it swirled upon his cock, twirling like the blades of a propeller. Trevor's toes and fingers both curled as his mouth split open, letting out a deep groan of pleasure.

And then she started to move.

“Nmph~! Slurrp! Mmph~! Shlup! Mmmf~! Slurk! Hmph~! Shhluuuuurrrrp! Nnnmph~~~!"

Her head bobbed up and down on his dick, swallowing his cock again and again and again. Every push down of her head he felt, as she easily downed two thirds of his dick with no issue on her end. Hey, she is a shark, and a hungry one at that. Consuming meat was what she was made for... so... why would sucking dick be any different?

A wicked smile spread over her lips, even with her mouthful of cock. And as she began picking up the pace of her ravenous fellatio, her hair started floundering up and down. It fluttered and flowed around her head, cascading along her back, while the seal of her lips started tightening around Trevor's member.

He could feel her lips stroke along his veins, while her tongue cradled the bottom of his dick, and her piercing ran along the central ridge. She wasn't just sucking his cock, she was downright savoring it. The salty taste of sweat mixed with the bitter taste of his precum. All of it combined with her spit to create this thick and gooey substance which was spread all along his member, and sputtered from the slight gaps of her lips.

Leaning his head back, Trevor's mouth split open as he let out a howling moan of pleasure. He then reached his hand up and placed it upon the head of the shark beneath him. She stopped momentarily, just to look him in his face... and smile. As he gripped her head tight, she began pushing herself down around him, and parting open her throat.

“Glunk! NNNMPHH!!!"

“HAAH! SHIT! NNGHH!"

With one easy swallow, the shark plunged Trevor's cock into her tight, constricting throat. The same hunger she showed when sucking his cock, was now being used to consume his member whole. Easily she deepthroated his dick, with his thick member visibly bulging along her throat as she kept him deep.

There was no effort on her end, no stress, no pain. She just suckled him down, smiling, grinning, squeezing her throat around his cock. And as her lips pushed down until she was kissing upon the pubic hairs of his crotch...

“NNGHH!!"

SPLORT! SPLURRT! GPLURRRT!

Deep in her mouth and throat, Trevor unleashed a torrent of his thick jizz. And it wasn't just thick, it was THICK! Admittedly, when he gets home after a long shift of work, the only thing he wants to do is take a shower, and go to bed. That doesn't really leave him with much time for some nightly fun, if that wasn't obvious. So it's best to compare his climax to an eruption... a deluge of seed.

Spunk filled out every inch of the shark's mouth and throat. From her esophagus up to her lips, his cum made sure to fill her out completely, leaving absolutely no space for anything else. Her tongue, her teeth, her gums; all of it was completely submerged in white-hot cum, damn near drowning her in his seed.

Good thing she's a shark.

Visible shudders traveled through her body as her once hungry fellatio came to a stop. Remaining latched on his dick, she sat there, waiting out every wave of cum, every blast of seed. Her tongue swathed his spunk around, pushing through its thick and gooey texture as its delicious flavor rushed straight through her brain. And as her eyes rolled back from shear orgasmic pleasure, she started pulling her lips off of his lips with a lewd and loud--

Shlop! Shnap~!

Cum and spit were flung about as she pulled back, with Trevor panting to catch his breath. Not to say he's received a plethora of blowjobs in his lifetime, but that was easily the most intense blowjob he's ever had. Her skill was without equal as she ravenously downed his member again and again. Is this how sharks suck cock? Or was she one of a kind?

As he pondered these thoughts and came down from his sexual high, the sporty shark stood up above him. Her hand pressed up to her lips, containing his seed within... before her mouth spread wide to give him a wide grin, one that flaunted her rows of sharp teeth... and his cum which drizzled down it all. Like strands of melted white cheese, his spunk oooozzzeeeeed down the shark's teeth, eventually reaching her lips where they dribbled over. But before it could splatter upon the ground, she closed her mouth and--

“Gulp!"

Just one swallow. That's all she needed. She's a shark, so yeah...

Just... one... gulp...

Trevor sat there, his eyes wide and brain short-circuiting, while the shark before him stood up tall. Wearing a beaming, almost proud smile on her face, she lapped up the final bits of seed that oozed down her lips, before wiping her arm along her lips.

“'Kay! Thanks for the snack~" said the shark as she started walking back, leaving him there.

“Wait... WHAT!?" Trevor shouted as he launched upright, “W-wait! Gah!?"

His pants! His pants were still down! She was walking away, and his spit-covered dick was flopping about! Quickly scrambling to pull his underwear and pants up, he rushed towards the edge of the bus stop just in time to watch the shark approach the nearby bridge.

“Wait! You! Just slow the fuck down for a moment!"

Rushing in chase of her, he watched as she sat upon the edge of the bridge, her head turned to face him. On her lips she was still wearing that boastful grin, which showed aaaaalllll the teeth she had. And right as his foot stepped upon the concrete pavement of the bridge...

Flip! Swooosh! Splash!

She flipped over the edge of the bridge, falling into the waters of the river below.

Trevor collapsed upon the edge of the bridge, his mouth agape as he gazed towards the waters below. There were a few riverside lights that illuminated the stream, but not enough for him to see where she went. He looked up, he looked down, he even looked side to side if she swam towards land, but no dice. She was gone.

Understandably, the entire situation left Trevor flummoxed. From the start to the end, it almost felt like he was having some sordid dream. Wearing this face of bewilderment, he brushed his hand along his head a couple of times, before leaning over on the bridge's banister.

“At least!" he shouted out, “At least tell me your name!"

For several moments there was silence. And then...

“It's Mika!"

…

Sometimes, he really does feel like the universe's plaything...

Tap... Tip... Tap...

The sound of his footsteps echoed along the pavement he walked upon. Behind him, he could hear the honking of horns as cars drove upon streets. To his sides, he heard the sound of boat horns as they drove through Reine's rivers. And in front of him he heard the chirps and clicks of bugs and insects.

It was dark at this time of night, as the moon was up high, and the glow of the city was starting to fade away. Bus Stop A6 sat on the edge of Reine, where the city's modern architecture faded away into nothing but grass and forests. He had to pass over one bridge, which felt like the final separation between the rustic and the urban. Here, it was mostly quiet, and the only light came from the lamp which hovered over the bus stop.

At least said bus stop had a neat little seating area with a bench, an awning... and a vending machine within it. Not that he used it often, but hey, it was better than nothing.

When he walked up, he was illuminated by the light of the lamppost above. A young man in his mid twenties, he had skin of a darker complexion, brown eyes, a rather fit if normal figure, and thin black hair. Couple that with his tan slacks and white shirt, and he was a guy you probably saw hundreds, if not thousands of times back in Document City. He looked much like a bored and dull office worker... and seemed to have the same level of livelihood.

“Aah..."

Trevor's eyes fell upon the bench before him, its familiar sight bringing him joy following his fifteen minute walk over here. Sitting upon it, he pulled out his phone and checked it idly, seeing it was just a little past 10:30. That meant that, yes, unfortunately, he'd have to wait nearly an hour for the next bus to arrive.

Wait... doesn't this all sound familiar?

It was the following day since Trevor's run in with that shark, Mika. He returned to the bench and sat there, pondering if the entire moment happened. He pondered those thoughts until the bus came, he pondered those thoughts during the bus ride, he pondered those thoughts when he got to his apartment, he pondered those thoughts when he took a shower, and he pondered those thoughts when he went to bed. After pondering all night and day about his run in with Mika, he came to one conclusion.

She was fucking weeeiiiirrrrrd.

And now, as he returned to the bus stop that would take him home, he turned around its corner to see...

“Ah... it's you..."

The very same shark in question.

Every night without fail, she would be there, standing in front of the vending machine in complete disassociation with the world around her. That was true before, and it was true now. Even after everything that happened last night, she seemed to not notice Trevor existed.

Eyebrow raised, he mirrored what he did the previous night as he stood at Mika's side. The shark's stormy-gray eyes were locked on the vending machine, her expression one of hunger and desire as a sliver of drool hung from her slightly gaping maw. Raising his arm, Trevor swung it in the air between her eyes and the vending machine, but gained no response from her.

“Are you sure you're not a zombie...?" he whispered, his words falling on deaf ears, “It's me, Mika. Aren't you gonna say anything?"

The answer, of course, was no.

What the hell was going on here? Why was she not saying anything? Was she just ignoring him? Or was she so focused on the vending machine, that even after sucking his cock off last night, she failed to register the fact that he existed?

The answer to that question is yes!

“Ghh... I can't believe..." Trevor muttered under his breath as he reached into his pocket.

Pulling out his wallet, he pulled out two dollar bills and slid them into the vending machine. If she would only talk to him if he fed her, then he was going to feed her.

Sliiiidee! Sliiiidee!

Beep! Beep!

Guuuuuurrrrrnn!

Like last night, he pressed the numbers D8, causing a bag of cheesy chips to slide forward and into the vending machine's tray. Reaching down, he grabbed those chips, then pulled them out to hang them in front of Mika's face. And like last night, the shark's eyes were no longer focused on the vending machine, but instead on the bag of snacks currently being jostled in front of her.

“Here..." said Trevor.

Snatch! Riiiiiiiiip!

In a blur of speed, Mika took the bag of snacks from him, ripped them open, and started tossing the cheesy chips right into her endless mouth. Pulling back, Trevor watched her eat whilst sheepishly scratching the back of his head.

What was he expecting to happen now? He only wanted to talk to her about what happened last night, to hopefully learn more about this strange shark in party clothes. But as she devoured every chip within that bag, the crumbs too, his mind started to have less... pure thoughts.

Especially when Mika looked over towards him. Wearing this sordid smile, she batted her stormy-gray eyes at him, while her tongue hung out to lick up the last bits of cheese dust that sat on her lips.

“Hey," she said whilst turning to face him directly, “Wanna touch my boobs?"

“Hmm... I don't..." Trevor murmured as he glanced to the side, “I don't get it. Why are you doing this?"

“Tch, I should ask you the same thing," Mika replied whilst walking up closer, “Why are you buying me these chips? No one does that, at least, not for me. So..." she pointed at her chest, “I have to pay ya back. I sucked you off last night, right? So... wanna touch my boobs?" reaching down, she grabbed the hem of her shirt, “I'll let ya do it if ya want. I'll even let you fuck 'em for these chips."

“Fuck your... boobs...?" Trevor muttered in a stunned manner, while Mika shook her head and chuckled.

“Heeheehee! Let me show you~"

Standing tall in front of Trevor, Mika leaned in close to the point that her lofty breasts were resting beneath his chin. He looked down, mesmerized by their shape and size. Maybe it was due to the baggy top she wore (wait, was this the same shirt she wore last night?), but her breasts seemed to be enhanced from what was typical. They had a lovely, curved, spherical shape to them, and this perky firmness that stood in opposition to gravity. Was she wearing a bra? He couldn't tell...

“Come one," said Mika as she grabbed his wrist and started pulling it close, “Stop fucking around. Touch my boobs already~"

Under her control, Trevor's hand was guided up and under her wavy shirt. He pulled back and looked down, watching as his hand slipped beneath her top to touch... haaah... her bare tit. No, she wasn't wearing a bra. Her breasts were just naturally supported.

As Mika wore a toothy grin, Trevor's hand completely curled around her firm, perky tit. The shark's nipple was pressed into his palm as he squeezed upon her, causing her to arch her back and groan softly.

“Haaah~ Ngghh~ You got quite the grip~" Mika quipped.

The scales of a shark's body felt so differently to that of a human's, or even a furry or scaly beastkin. It wasn't that Mika had scales, it was how her scale's worked. So tough and firm, and yet also surprisingly smooth and gentle. Unlike the leather scales of a reptile, her scales were like the tempered shielding of a plate mail. But it was still so smooth… while also being so undeniably erotic.

Trevor's fingers continued to squeeze and clinch over Mika's tit, causing her to groan all the more as her eyes closed shut and her smile grew wide. Placing her hands atop her shirt, she pulled it up to flash him outright, letting him gaze upon her curvy, shapely breasts. They too were coated in pale-white scales, but with dark blue nipples in the center of it.

Dark... blue... nipples... he'd never seen them be such a color before.

Snickering, Mika's stormy-gray eyes read Trevor's face as he appeared mesmerized by her curvy, perky tits.

“You must not get to grope a pair often, huh?" she remarked, “Heeheehee! I thought you American boys were s'posed to be horndogs or whatever. At least... that's what my Mom says~"

“Your... Mom...?" he repeated as he looked her in the eyes.

Mika shook her head.

“Forget I said anything..."

Trevor paused for a moment... then shrugged his shoulders in acceptance. Looking back down again, he raised his other hand towards the shark's other tit, where he grabbed it into his lustful palm. An erotic chuckle left Mika's lips, but she said not a word, instead arching her back to push more of her tits into his awaiting palms.

Around and around and around, Trevor kneaded the shark's perky tits. Their plump weight pushed down into his palms, coaxing a groan of surprise and desire from his lips. Mika chuckled too while she placed her hands behind her head to further present her bare breasts for him. Then – softly – she shook her chest side to side, letting them bounce within his kneading hands.

“Like 'em?" she asked.

“I do," he answered.

“Then c'mon~! Do more! Promise, I won't bite... much~"

Puuussh!

“Nngh?"

Without warning, Mika moved in towards Trevor, causing him to stumble back upon the bench behind him. He fell upon it, his back pressed up against the glass wall behind him. Looking up, he watched as the shark sat upon his hips, straddling him. Still wearing that wicked grin on her lips, she grabbed the shirt on her shoulders, pulled it up and up and up, and--

Toss!

Threw it aside!

“Heeheehee!"

Her shirt fell to the ground, revealing her sporty and perky upper-body in all of its glory. Without her shirt on, he realized that she was not completely covered in pale-white scales. Her shoulders, sides and back had teal scales running along her body, adding a splash of color to her body.

For a moment or two, Trevor sat there, before raising his hands and placing them on her sides. Up and up he gently stroked his fingers, causing Mika to bite into her bottom lip as her hips began rocking side to side. Her fit and sporty form blessed her with such curvaceous hips. Not wide, but instead shapely... like a peach.

His hands continued traveling up however, again coming to her tits where he cupped the bottom of them. Once, twice, thrice, Mika pumped up her chest, causing her breasts to bounce within his groping hands. Each drop triggered this erotic 'Plap!' noise that echoed through the bus stop. The feeling and the sound both drew a groan from Trevor's lips.

Drawing his hands up further, he palmed the shark's tits outright, feeling her nipples press into the palms of both his hands. Tightly squeezing them, he began rolling her breasts around in circles while the taut and plump flesh of her breasts began spilling through the cracks of her fingers. His gropes grew greedier, more possessive too, squeezing to the point that Mika began to shudder.

“Yesss~" groaned the shark, her hips rocking back and forth on the lump forming in his pants, “C'mon, really squeeze my titsss~ I promise, I can take it~" Flick! “Kyahh~!?"

Well... it's not squeezing, but she did say she could take it, didn't she?

Again and again, Trevor began flicking at the hardened nubs that were her nipples, making them jerk up and down while her breasts bounced and bounced and bounced. Grinning and chuckling, Mika attempted to stifle her moans, but they mixed with the giggles that endlessly left her lips.

“Havin' fun~?"

Plap!

“Nmmmph~!"

Straightening up, the shark accepted Trevor as he suddenly pressed his face between the valley of her tits. No warning, no request; he just dove in. A needy groan left his lips as her firm, perky tits pressed upon both sides of his head. The way her scales felt, the heat of her body, and the shape and size of her tits, all enveloped him. Wrapping his arms around Mika, he embraced her further as his hands slipped up her spine... and came to a halt upon one of her dorsal fins.

“Hey... heeeyyy~" said Mika as she began rubbing one of her tits along his cheek, “Wanna suck on 'em? My boobs, I mean? Wanna suck 'em? I'll let you~"

“Nmmph!"

“Haaah...!"

She didn't need to tell him twice.

Opening up his mouth, Trevor wrapped his lips around one of Mika's breasts, where he quickly began suckling. His tongue swirled and twirled around her hard blue nipple, lathering it in spit which quickly began creasing from his lips. He lacked any sort of style and finesse in the art of nipple sucking, but boy did he have the hunger for it.

Mika's body tasted of sea salt. Was that because of all the swimming she did? Or was her sweat just naturally this flavorful? Trevor didn't know, but it drove him to suckle from her tits more and more. His tongue brushed hard along her blue nipple, and his teeth even began grinding upon it, while his other hand began to grope her other tit. Ya'know, so it didn't feel left out.

Wrapping her arms around his neck and shoulders, Mika embraced Trevor closer to her tits as she wore this sordid smile on her cheeks. Her jagged teeth were biting into her bottom lip and her eyes were closed, all as drool oozed down her chin. Fuck this felt so fucking good. Trevor was sucking her tits so hard, it's like he'd die if he didn't take as much as he possibly could! And as that desire mounted further and further and further...

“Nnghh..."

“Hmmm!?" Thud! “Mmmph!"

Mika pushed him over, causing him to lay flat on the bench as she laid atop him. Wearing that grin which spread from cheek to cheek, the shark gleefully exposed the wide array of teeth she had... while her hand started sliding down his body. From Trevor's chest down to his pants her hand traveled, where it came to a halt at his belt and zipper. And much like last night, she undid them both without issue.

Fwip!

“That's it~ Ready and rarin' to gooooo~" Mika cooed as she looked down towards the towering spire between his legs, “Let me just..."

Grab!

“Nnghh!"

Trevor locked up. Brazenly, the shark wrapped her hand around his cock, gripping it firmly like she was holding upon a pole. His taut skill rolled with her palm, while her thumb pressed up to his glands, and her fingers curled around his shaft. Without hesitation, she began to gently stroke her hand up and down along his hardened length, making it throb within her grasp while glistening precum formed at the tip.

“Yeah, yeaaaah~" Mika groaned before looking back down upon him, “Hey, c'mon~! Suck my tits! I ain't goin' nowhere..."

Looking up, Trevor briefly nibbled upon his bottom lip... before opening his mouth to latch upon the shark's tit. She laughed back from the feeling as he quickly put on a pace of hungry sucking and nibbling. Keeping her body laid against his, she wrapped her hand around his head to nuzzle him closer to her nipple. Her other hand however...

Fap! Fap! Fap! Fap! Fap!

Mika's hand was a virtual blur as she stroked her palm along his throbbing member. Every squeeze, every thrust, every touch; he could feel on a finite level. The taut skin of his dick rolled in her grasp, while his veins pressed against her palm, and her thumb bumped against his glands.

His glands... her thumb...!

She knew how to use that hand of hers, and knew how to treat a man's penis. The way her thumb ground against the bottom of his glands sent jolts down Trevor's spine, and drew groans from his lips. Sensitive flesh was flawlessly toyed with as she tweaked her palm around his glands, squeezing and grinding against him to increase the pleasure... and the copious amounts of precum he was oozing from the tip.

It slid down and tracked upon her fingers, causing her hand to glisten in his sordid fluids. Sticking out her tongue, Mika giggled at the sight, before sweeping her eyes back down towards Trevor's head. His cheeks had turned a bright red, and he was sucking on her tits like she could actually produce milk. The hunger and desperation he showed was almost enough to match her own!

Which means...

“Ya gonna cum?" asked Mika with that teasing tone of hers, “C'mon! Go ahead, cum! Spew spew your sticky, stinky spunk all over my hand~!"

“Hmmph! Rrrgghh!"

Mouth muffled by her tit in his maw, Trevor gave deep moans and groans which all reverberated through Mika's body. Her plump, perky tit wobbled from the sounds, drawing a gasp and a moan from her lips as drool oozed between her teeth. Down below, his cock was throbbing like mad, and his balls were drawing up close. One 'FAP!' two 'FAPS!' three 'FAPS!' And one one final thrust off to the tip...

“HMMMPH!!!"

SPURT! SPLURRT! SPLUURRRT!

“AH!? IT'S COMIN' OUUUUTTT!"

White-hot jizz was launched up from Trevor's cock, shooting through the air like a bullet from a rifle! Mika watched as his cock erupted, sprinkling jizz all over her hand in ropy bullet after ropy bullet of seed. The odor too; it rushed and filled the air of the bus stop, drawing a full-chested moan of hunger and desire from the shark's lips.

She just... needed a little... bit... more. So...

Clinch!

“Hmmph!?"

SPURT SPURT SPLURRT!

Again Mika squeezed Trevor's dick, causing him to tense up and thrust forward with his hips. From the tip of his dick, a few more blasts of cum were launched up, which further stained the shark's hand and fingers. Mouth agape, she moaned at the sight, while he slowly started settling down after his explosive orgasm. And when his lips left her nipple with a loud and lewd--

POP!

Mika too pulled her cum-stained hand from his cock.

Bringing it close, the shark watched as his thick and gooey seed oozed down and between her fingers. Fuck, there was so much cum. He produced just as much, if not more seed than he did last night! What was wrong with him? Did he not masturbate often? Oh well, that just meant more cum for her.

With hunger and desire, the slutty shark pulled her hand back where she began licking and sucking her fingers clean of spunk. Her tongue was precise, being sure to stroke upon her thumb, her fingers, her nails, her palm, her everything. Not one aspect of her hand was spared her hungry mouth, where she gleefully left it lathered in spit while a smile spread on her lips.

“Mmmmm~~~ so fucking goooooddd~" Mika moaned before standing up.

“Aah...! Huh...?"

Looking and leaning up, Trevor watched as the shark stood tall in the middle of the bus stop, this proud and elated smile on her lips. In the light from above, she glowed like some slutty idol, especially with that beaming face of hers.

“Mika...?" whispered Trevor, watching as she turned to face him.

“Hey, thanks for the treats," as she began walking away, “I'm gonna head out now~"

“Wh... WHAT!?" said Trevor as he jumped upright.

In a perfect reflection of what happened the previous night, he watched as Mika – after just having brought him to climax – began leaving the bus stop without a care in the world. After fumbling to pull his pants and underwear back up, Trevor raced out from under the awning to give chase. He'd arrived at the same bridge just in time to watch Mika sit on its edge. Smiling still, the shark waved her hand at him, and then--

Flip! Swooosh! Splash!

How did she move so fast?

Coming to the guardrails of the bridge, Trevor leaned over them and stared down towards the river below. Unlike last night, he wasn't as surprised by her sudden disappearance, now recognizing that this was just something she... did. Still, he had hoped to have at least some conversation with her. He wanted to know who she was, and why she did the things she did.

But maybe he was the crazy one. Maybe it was just better to see Mika as what she really was; some strange, slutty shark who sucks dick in exchange for a bag of chips.

…

Wow, just thinking that made the situation appear far worse than it really was.

Maybe one of these days he'd learn who Mika was, but for now he straightened up on the bridge's guardrails. Gazing down upon the river once more, he could see the shark's dorsal fin as it broke through the surface of the river, all as she headed downstream. For a moment, Trevor considered calling out for her, but then thought back against it. Instead he returned to the bus stop before... where he noticed something on the ground.

“Mika left her shirt..." he muttered aloud to himself as he picked her top up, “Huh..."

…

Grrrrrrrmmmbbbbllleee! Guuuurrrruuuuuuummmbbbllleeee!!! GRRRRRGGMMMBBLLEE!!!

KRAACK-THAAAAWWW!!!

“Haah... tch... just my luck..."

His phone said it wasn't going to rain today. Just sunshine and clear days. But, no, of course not. Of course it would rain. No, wait, not just rain, but downright storm. But he couldn't blame his phone that much. Strong storms like this were more normal than not on tropical islands.

Holding his satchel over his head, Trevor wore a face of annoyance as he ran down the sidewalk towards the bus stop in the distance. Visibility was already low with it being night, so with the rain he was almost blind. But he's run this path plenty of times in the past; he could run it if he was deaf, dumb and blind.

The glowing lamppost in the distance helped considerably.

Splat! Splat! Splash!

“Nngh... stupid... puddles...!" he growled to himself as he slipped beneath the awning of the bus stop, “Gah..."

Removing his satchel from his head, he placed it upon the bench, then lifted his arm to check his watch. Guess what time it was. Yup, just a little bit past 10:30, meaning he'd be waiting upwards to about an hour for his bus to arrive. Combine that with the rain, and, yeah, he'd probably be waiting even longer than that.

“Nggh... mmph... guhh..." muttered Trevor as he palmed his head... then slowly looked over towards the vending machine.

Where he saw nothing.

Mika should be there. Mika should be there. But she wasn't. The space was completely empty. But Trevor didn't show confusion or surprise. Instead he stood up and walked over towards the vending machine... before looking right next to it. And there, sitting on the ground, her eyes closed and head held low, was--

“Zzzzzzzzzz..."

“Mika..."

On most every day, Mika would be standing in front of the vending machine with a hungry look on her lips. But uniquely, on days where it was raining, she'd instead be sitting next to the vending machine, where she'd be asleep. Why? Well, like a lot of things surrounding the shark, he didn't know. Maybe the sound of the rain helped lull her to sleep.

“Hmmm..."

Her clothing had changed however. She wasn't wearing her typical baggy pants, or that baggy shirt, instead having this green jacket on her shoulders, a white tank top that didn't come down to cover her stomach, and this green miniskirt. A miniskirt that – thanks to the way she was sitting – was flaunting her pink panties. Seriously, why did she sit on the ground with her legs spread like this? Did she have any shame?

Of course not...

Reaching away towards his satchel, Trevor opened it up and pulled out... a sandwich. It was a ham and turkey sandwich with cheese and mayonnaise, and was contained inside a ziploc bag. Opening it up and taking out the sandwich, he bent over and hung it out in front of Mika's face. For a few seconds she remained silent... but then...

Sniff sniff... sniff sniff sniff... sniff... sniff... sniiiifffff...

Mika's nostrils began to flair, taking in heavy whiff after heavy whiff of the air around her. The smell of water and concrete had been replaced by the smell of... cold cut. Of meat, of cheese, of sauce. Her mouth opening up, the shark began to pant, began to drool. And after a few more seconds, her stormy-gray eyes opened up.

“A... sandwich...?"

Mika's eyes grew bright and wide at the sandwich hanging in front of her. It was beautiful. The cheese was wonderfully thin, the mayonnaise perfectly spread out, the cuts clean, and the meat proportional. Gazing upon such a perfect sandwich made her bottom lip tremble with desire as her breathing started to pick up. And who did she see hanging this sandwich out in front of her, but him; that guy who keeps feeding her.

“For... me...?" muttered Mika, to which Trevor merely nodded, “Aaah... haahh... aaawwww! Nomph!"

Her mouth clamped down upon the sandwich, taking a bite of it. She didn't even take it from Trevor's hand, she just began eating it like a child being fed by their parent! Bite after bite, she voraciously devoured the sandwich at a speed so great that it took him aback. Before he knew it...

“Mmmph...!"

The sandwich was gone, and Mika's mouth was clamping around his hand.

“Nnghh!"

But... Trevor felt no pain nor injury. Mika didn't bite into his hand, did not tear off his fingers with those sharp teeth of hers. Instead, she gently wrapped her lips around his fingers and began to suck upon them. Her eyes closed shut and her face grew tender as she licked his fingers clean of mayonnaise and salt. Each lick, each kiss, each soft nibble, caused Trevor's chest to rise.

“Aaahh..."

Mika wasn't just licking his hand, she was kissing it as well. Again and again, she peppered his hand with affectionate kisses that softly traveled up towards his knuckle. Then her tongue slithered out, where she began swirling and twirling it along his fingers, his palms, his everything.

“Mmmph~ so good~" she moaned whilst pulling back, leaving Trevor's hand lathered in her spit, “Mmm... heeheee..." and her stormy-gray eyes looked up at his face, “I really like you, Mister. You always come here, and feed me snacks. You even gave me that delicious sandwich. Mmmph..." grabbing his wrist, she began pulling him in closer, “Let me pay you back again, 'kay?"

Slowly, she stood up before Trevor, wearing this saucy grin on her lips. Reaching up, she grabbed her shirt with one hand and her skirt with the other... before pulling both aside. With one tug, of her shirt, she revealed her perky, shapely tits, and with one pull of her skirt and panties, she revealed her tight slit.

“I was thinkin' about how you sucked my tits yesterday, and it made me super fucking wet all night," said Mika as she shook her hips from side to side, “So I'm thinkin' this time, I'll pay ya back by lettin' you fuck me."

Her words and how she presented herself, both had an instant effect on Trevor. Physically, his body grew hot, and his cock got hard, pressing against his slacks like a pole of lust. Emotionally however, he wore this disapproving frown. But was he disappointed with her, or with himself?

“Why do you do this?" asked Trevor as he stepped in close.

His arms pressing to her sides, he pushed Mika up against the wall behind her, pinning her in place. In response, she wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulders, embracing him close. He may look disgruntled, but she was smiling, and her stormy-gray eyes were glowing.

“Whadya talkin' about?" she asked back, “I'm just payin' you back for feeding me, that's all," she then winked, “I like ya, Mister. You feed me instead of trying to whack me with a stick or somethin'. I think that's really cool of you~"

“Tch... but isn't this going too far?" he replied, “Sucking my cock and letting me grope you... that's one thing, but..." he looked down towards her tits, then back up to her face, “I don't even have a condom on me. If we fuck, I might..."

“What? Knock me up?" she muttered, before shrugging her shoulders, “So what?"

“What do you mean 'So what'?" he asked, “What? Are you crazy?"

“No, not me," she replied earnestly whilst shaking her head, “If you knock me up then..." she shrugged her shoulders again, “Fine. So be it. Just more sharks, I guess."

“Why are you so casual about this?"

“Well... why do you keep feeding me?"

“Would you really go through all of this because I just fed you? Even if I knock you up?"

“Well... yeah. Heehee... I'll pump out as many babies as you want, so long as you keep feeding me."

Mika spoke with such earnestness, such sincerity, that there was no way he could misconstrue her words. She wasn't joking, wasn't playing any tricks, wasn't lying to him just to fire him up. He could fuck her for hours now and knock her up, and she'd let him do it. Why? Because he fed her.

Why? Why did that fire him up?

Something deep inside Trevor was appealed to, something primal and – honestly – hungry. His penis throbbed with such vitality, that it may very well rip through his slacks as a whole. Fuck it; he was going to do it! If she let him have his way with her just because he fed her, then she better get ready to be completely filled.

Mika suddenly clutched and pulled him in close, her hips grinding against his. Her pelvis too started to softly gyrate against him, feeling the heated length that was pushed between his legs. The shark's body language told him all he needed to know, so... why bother waiting?

“MMMFF!"

“HMMPH~~~"

Suddenly rushing in, Trevor took Mika into a kiss, his mouth pressing to hers. The wonderful taste of sea salt was stronger now as their tongues began to slip and slide against one another. Hers was longer than his, flatter too, allowing him to feel every sensual bump and ridge. And of course, that stud in the center of her tongue. When it brushed along his, he groaned against her... and doubled their kiss.

With the rain falling around them, Trevor and Mika swapped spit and danced tongues, moaning and groaning against one another as they did so. He kept his arms on the wall behind her, pinning her place. She too grabbed and squeezed him in closer, deepening the kiss as much as she could. All the while, their bodies ground against one another, causing the heat to grow stronger and stronger and stronger.

Their erotic moans and groans, the lewd smacking of their lips, the hungry lashing of their tongues; it all sounded off against the rain of the bus stop around them. As seconds ticked on, their kissing grew slower, with Trevor pulling back to look into Mika's eyes.

“Wow~" said the shark, this kooky smile on her face, “You kissed me, Mister. That's... pretty cool of you~"

“What... haven't you ever been kissed before?" Trevor asked, to which she shook her head.

“Not like that before~" she answered before tilting her head, “Is that weird...?"

So Mika was good at having sex, but she's never been kissed before? At least, not kissed like 'that' before... whatever that means. She had this odd level of innocence about her, even though she was good at sex. Thinking about it caused Trevor to again ponder just who she was for a moment... before shaking his head and disregarding such thoughts.

Why bother? Regardless of what he did and didn't know, nothing was going to change what they were about to do.

Reaching up, Trevor slid his hands under Mika's shirt. She smiled back and nodded, allowing him to pull up her shirt to fully expose her tits once again. Her hard blue nipples were revealed, standing to attention with excitement. For a moment, Trevor palmed her tit, idly groping it and coaxing these gasps from the shark's lips. But instead of latching upon her tits with his mouth...

Flick!

“Kyaah!?"

He flicked her nipple, making her jump. She looked up at him, but he placed his hands on her shoulders and began pushing her down. Obeying his guidance, Mika got on her knees before Trevor, where she came face-to-face with his cock in his pants.

“Oooooohhh! Heeheehee~! I get it~" the shark cooed as she began undoing his pants, “Thanks for the meal, Mister~"

In a matter of moments, she had his slacks undone and fly open. And after a bit of fishing with her greedy hand--

Fwip!

His long, hard cock fell through the air, where it 'Smacked!' her right on the face. Mika flinched, then giggled, before looking upwards as his looming member. In the light of the bus stop, it cast a shadow upon her face, appearing more magnificent, more powerful than ever before.

“Wooooowwww~ It's so big, Mister. Dontcha… ya'know... beat off in your house or somethin'?"

“Why bother?" he replied, “If I can just give you some chips, you'll deal with it?"

“Really? You hold it all in just for me?" she smiled, “That's pretty thoughtful of you, Mister. I kinda like the way your cum tastes, so that's great. 'Kay then. I'll just... aaaaawwwwwww~"

Hanging open her mouth, she once more exposed towards him the many rows of sharp teeth she had. Yet she exuded no danger as she moved in, and captured his cock into her mouth. Like before, Mika easily downed the entirety of his dick, having already grown used to its great size and heft.

Hands on his hips to brace herself against him, the shark began pumping her head back and forth. Her tongue rested along the bottom of his dick, keeping it perfectly angular with her throat, while her stormy-gray eyes gazed up towards him. She wore this demure face as her lips dragged upon his dick, tracing upon his pronounced veins as she slid down to his glands, then pushed back up along his shaft. Again and again and again.

Trevor felt every suck, every lick, and it coaxed groans from his mouth. But instead of sitting over and allowing Mika to do as she pleased, he took a more affirmative stance with her. Placing his hand on her head, he pushed his fingers through her luscious brown hair, and squeezed hard on her scalp. Briefly, the shark locked up, only to start bobbing her head on his length once again.

“Mmmph~ sho bhig~" she whispered, “Tashte ghood~"

Yes, that precum of his oozed upon her tongue, giving her a delicious taste of his bitter body. Pushing out her chest, Mika moaned around him, before pulling a hand back to grab upon her tit. Her other hand moved down, where she slid it under her skirt and into her panties.

Still looking up at Trevor, Mika's expression shifted into something more needy, something more desperate as she sucked his dick. At the same time, she pleasured herself as one hand groped her breasts, and the other hand began toying with her cunt. Her heated mound was already sopping wet, having stained through her panties and now sticking to her fingers. When her finger slid over to her slit, she easily pushed it inside of her, where her cunt wrapped around her finger, and pleasure was sent racing through her form.

“Shooo ghooooodd~~~" she moaned.

“Don't talk..."

THRUST!

“MMMPH~~!?"

“WITH YOUR MOUTH FULL!"

With one thrust, Trevor slammed his cock deep into Mika's mouth, penetrating her throat. Eyes growing wide, her body locked up while jolts and shivers raced through her form. His grip was so strong, so possessive! With his hold on her head, the shark could do nothing but be dragged back and forth along his dick.

But Mika didn't fight him off, and Trevor didn't fear she would. So easily she could do a number of things with his cock in her mouth, but again, she didn't. Despite being a shark – a species recognized for their danger and viciousness – she was surprisingly submissive. No jerking, no fighting, no nothing. After she got used to the feeling of his heated rod in her throat, Mika relaxed herself, and her eyes turned lidded.

Cheeks puffy and red, tears began streaming from her eyes as she remained locked around his dick. For a moment, Trevor thought about pulling back and stopping this. But her esophagus suddenly tightened around his member, squeezing so hard that a moan was drawn from his lips, and his desire once more ballooned.

Tightening his grip on Mika's head once again, he pulled back with his hips and--

“Nghh!"

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

“MMPH!? GLUNK! HMMPH!? GLUP! NMMPH! GLURP! MMMFFF!!!"

With all the fury of a raging jackhammer, Trevor's cock pounded in and out of Mika's mouth and throat. Her eyes grew twice as wide as she felt impact after impact of his long, burly dick. There was no pace, nor any patience. He just fucked her mouth like she was nothing but his own personal sex toy!

Again and again and again! Her throat would tighten around his cock, clamping and squeezing upon it, only for him to pull back out. And with his thrusts, his sweat and precum mixed with her spit, all of which splattered and splashed about. His pelvis was drenched and her face was ruined, making an absolute mess of her features.

But Trevor didn't care. Thrusting harder and harder, more and more, he built himself up to that explosive high! Just a few more pumps and--

“Nnghh!"

GLORP! SPLOORT! SPURRRT!

“MMMMFFFF!!!"

Cum! Thick, white-hot, cum! If one were to see him cum right now, they'd think he hadn't had an orgasm in years, let alone have one over the past few days. His thick seed exploded within Mika's mouth, spreading out and filling her throat. There was so much seed, her cheeks puffed up to contain it! But not once – not once – did she pull back... nor did Trevor allow her to. He kept her ground on his dick, not moving until he decided to move. And when he did...

“Hmmph!"

SHLOP!

“GAH! HAAH! HAAAH~"

Pulling his cock out of her mouth, seed and spit came flying from her spent lips. But Trevor wasn't done. Gripping his dick by the base, he pointed it up towards Mika's face, where he began painting it white with his seed. Thick wad after thick wad of spunk came showering on her face and features, marring them with seed which slowly began gliding down. It even reached up to get into her hair, making those brunette locks white and sticky.

Sitting beneath him, one eye closed as cum had covered it, Mika looked up towards Trevor's domineering face. His taste – both of his cock and his cum – danced in her mouth as she panted, before she closed her lips. And after a few moments where she savored the taste of his randy seed...

“Gulp!"

She swallowed it down as best she could.

“Nnghh~ Nnnmmph~ Th-thanks, Mister~" said Mika, her lips curling into a smile, “Haaah~ you were super rough with me there. Heeheehee! Were you, like, letting out some anger or something? I don't mind... I'm just a bit... curious..."

Honestly, Trevor didn't answer her, because he didn't have an answer. Looking down at his hand instead, he opened and closed it a few times, wondering what befell him in that moment of aggression. Moreover, was it wrong to say he liked it? It felt good.

He was taught to never lay his hands on a woman in such a way, and he always strove to be a gentleman. But when he looked down upon Mika, his cum oozing down her face, her breasts laid out to bare, and he legs open wide to expose her moist panties, he felt that aggressiveness and hunger return.

No, he wasn't abusing a woman. He was abusing a slutty shark.

“Get up," he said somewhat coldly as he grabbed her shirt and began pulling on her.

“Okay~" she said, not even slightly disgruntled by how forceful he was.

Pulled upon her wobbly feet, Mika looked like she'd fall over. Instead, Trevor turned her around to face the wall, where she placed her hands upon it for support. Grabbing her hips, he pulled her ass out and lifted her tail, resting it along her back.

Her skirt pulled up, Mika's erotic scent quickly began to fill the air. And is it any surprise that it carried with it the tang of the ocean? Hot and sweaty, it mixed with the odor of sex that was already thick in the air. For a moment, Trevor paused, only to take in a deep breath as he traced his eyes along her extended ass.

So shapely... so lovely... so plump... so peachy. It was perfectly fixed for her sporty body, and wonderfully firm too, but not too firm. There was a softness to her peach-shaped butt, which was similar to her tits. Squeezing her ass, Trevor worked his fingers through her cheeks, watching as they spilled through the cracks of his hands.

Each supple squeeze, each taunting grope, caused Mika's already moist mound to grow hotter... stuffier... wetter. Her panties got so wet they turned sheer, allowing him to see her plump blue labia on the other end.

Blue? Oh, yes, blue. Like her nipples, her pussy was blue. But there was only one way to truly confirm this. So, he slipped his hands beneath the waistband of her panties, and began tugging them down. Her panties slid down her knees, came down to her ankles, and then she lifted a foot, allowing him to pull it off her leg completely, and leave it tied around one of her ankles. And, yup, he was right; her pussy was as blue as the waves of the ocean.

“Hm..."

“Heehee~! Do you like it, Mister?" asked Mika as she softly rocked her hips side to side.

“You're very... wet..." Trevor answered as he sat his hands on her thighs.

“Yeah~ my pussy's kinda slutty. Even if I play with it a little bit, I get super fuckin' wet~"

Bringing over his thumb, Trevor gently stroked it upon the shark's cunt, causing her to stiffen as an orgasmic groan left her lips. Her mound wasn't just wet, it was so hot as well. The heat which resonated from her folds was strong enough to warm the cool air around them, and drew a groan from his lips. He then took his middle finger and angled it with her cunt, where he slowly began to--

Sliiidddeee~~~

“Nngghghh ~~~! Kyyaaaahhh~~"

Push it in.

Trevor's middle finger delved deep into Mika's cunt, which quickly wrapped and tightened around him. The outside was laced by the firm scales of her body, but inside she was so wet, so hot, and so soft. Her blue pussy clinched upon his digit, as if fighting to keep him inside. And when he twisted his finger inside of her--

“KYAAH~!"

Mika threw her head up and arched her back, while tiny trembles began racing through her form. So surprising. Her pussy was agreeable... masochistic. As his fingers started squirming about within her, she started getting hotter and wetter. And when he used his nails to scratch and pluck at her inner walls, she began moaning in tune with them.

“Kyaah~! Hahah~! Oooh~! M-Misterrrr~ Nmmmmph~~~!"

Shluck! Shluck! Sluck! Shlurk!

Such lewd noises. Tight though her cunt was, he was capable of widening her out, allowing him to piston his finger in and out of her at a quickened pace. Not just his middle finger, but his ring finger too as he pushed both of them into her pussy.

“Ngghhh~~~!"

Mika shuddered some more as she felt those two digits make way with her cunt, fingering her to the point that her pussy juices began splashing and splattering around. Trevor was working her over, preparing her cunt for the throbbing member which had returned to max vitality between his legs.

Shwap!

“Kyaahh~~!"

Pulling his pussy-soaked fingers from his cunt, he watched as Mika shuddered against the wall. Her legs had started to buckle from the pleasure she felt, but she remained standing, and made sure to keep her tail up. Nothing was blocked from Trevor's view, whether it be the shark's sumptuous thighs, her tight blue pussy, or her puckering asshole.

“Mister~" the shark whispered, “I... hee... I like you, Mister~" Touch~ “Ah~"

Placing his thumbs to her cunt once again, Trevor began pulling her folds apart, exposing the slick blue tunnel that was her pussy. Honey oozed from her folds, and the erotic odor drugged his nose. Twice Trevor closed his mouth and swallowed his spit, while his own hunger started growing once again. So he opened his mouth, moved in close, and--

“Mmmmph!"

“KYAAAHH~~~!? M-MISTER!? NNGGHH! A-ARE YOU EATING ME!?"

Well... sure... kinda... in a way.

Trevor pressed his mouth up against Mika's, capturing it. Her hot and moist mound was easily contained by his lips, with his tongue sliding along her slit. These smooth scales were surprisingly plump, as they throbbed against his curious tongue. The more he licked her, the hotter she became. And the hotter she became, the sweeter her juices.

Trevor moaned into Mika's body, sending shudders through her as she pressed harder against the wall in front of her. Growing more courageous, he began working his tongue between her folds, spreading and prying them apart. Her pussy quickly clamped around his tongue, squeezing and pulling him in. Softly, the shark rocked her hips on his face and tongue, moaning out towards the bus stop around her.

“Holy... fuckin' shit," Mika groaned, “Khaaahah...! Nngghghh~~~! I can't... kyaaa~!"

Her pussy began to quake and spasm, her juices sputtering upon Trevor's lips and tongue. With one final parting kiss, he pulled away from the shark, allowing her to collapse against the wall for support. Desperate pants and moans escaped her as she clawed lines in the wall, while Trevor stood up behind her.

Looking down, his eyes fell on her tight blue slit as her nectar oozed down her thighs. Deep inside, he could feel his hunger balloon once again. Her tight pussy was right here; ready and willing for the taking. So... he'd just take it.

With a firm grip on her hip, Trevor held Mika in place as he grabbed his cock. Pushing it forward, he started grinding the head of his dick up against her cunt... before pushing it inside.

“HNNNGGGHH ~~~! Fuck~! Kyahaahaaaa~~~"

Letting her head drop, the shark pushed her hips out more against Trevor as she spread her legs out wide. All his; all of this was for him! She'd hide nothing from him. And as he pushed his cock as deep inside of her pussy as it could possibly go, a thought struck his mind.

So this is what shark pussy feels like.

He felt it before with his finger, but penetrating her with his cock really showed him how different it was. The scales around her slit clinched upon his dick, while the pink insides were rough and tight. Her juices too tangled around his cock, wrapping completely around him. In a way, her pussy was like her mouth: Hungry!

Biting into his bottom lip, Trevor pushed his dick down deeper and deeper, burying his member completely into Mika's cunt. The shark howled in pleasure as she arched her back, her pussy being widened out by thick inch after thick inch of his cock. She never thought something like this could feel so filling before! It was just so damn--

“Big~! Nngghh ~~! You're so fuckin' big, Mistterrrr~~!" PAT! “KYAAH~~!?"

Looking over her shoulder with her teeth clenched, she stared down towards her butt, where his cock had been completely buried in her snatch. Trevor's waist was pressed to her ass, and his hands had tightened around his waist. Now it was time to pull his hips back, and--

PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT!

Incensed, Trevor began slamming his dick in and out of Mika's cunt at a steady yet powerful pace. His long, hot, throbbing cock, spread out her folds like a harpoon, causing her cunt to pulsate and squeeze around him. His invasion was relentless, refusing to slow down or relent in his aggressive fucking. She offered himself up to her, did she not? Then, dammit, he was going to take her.

“KYAAAH ~~! HAAAHH~~~! NNGGHH ~~~! M-MISTERRRR~~~! KHAAAAH ~~~~! SO ROUGH~! NNGGH~! YOU'RE FUCKIN' BRUTAL~!"

Every impact she felt sent waves throughout her body. Her soft butt jiggled from smack after smack, and her perky tits too bounced and wobbled on her chest. Mouth gaping, Mika's eyes began rolling back into her skull from the orgasmic pleasure she was feeling, while her cheeks turned red and her voice continued roaring with moans.

“Yesh mishter, yessshhh ~~~!" she slurred, “Fuckin' fill me uuupppp~~~ Nngghh~! I'm cumminnggg~ I'm fucking cuuuuuummminnggggg~~~!"

He could feel it. Her pussy would tighten around his dick, rumbling as juices suddenly squirted from her masochistic cunt. They weren't roaring orgasms, but she was constantly suffering soft climaxes; like the light tremors before a mighty earthquake. Trevor meanwhile, could feel his body building up towards yet another mighty orgasm all his own.

But not yet. He needed more. He desired more. He demanded more!

“You… fucking…! SLUT!"

Grab!

“Huaaha!?" Liffft! “M-Miistterr!?"

Suddenly grabbing Mika's leg, Trevor lifted it up, reclining it against his body. Her eyes widened from surprise as she was turned to look up at him, while he continued pounding into her pussy as hard as he could. When she looked down, she watched her tight, hungry pussy open up to wrap around his member, squeezing him deeper and deeper. Her tits too jiggled from the furious impacts of his cock, all of which were exposed.

Nothing – absolutely nothing – was hidden.

“Holy fuckin' shi--" THWAP! “IIITTTT!!! KYYAAAHNNN~~~!"

Fuck his dick was so big! She could feel it kiss deeper and deeper into her pussy with every impact. Any more of this, and he'd breach her womb! These incredible, intense feelings caused her to grip upon the wall once more, her claws scratching upon it. Clenching her teeth too, her nostrils flared as her pussy started sputtering. Her mind! Mika's mind was starting to waver! She couldn't think of anything but the pleasure! And as his dick reached its zenith, and began tightening harder and harder and harder…

“YOU'RE JUST SOME DUMB, MASOCHISTIC BITCH!"

“YUP! UH-HUH~! THAT'S ME! KHYAAAHNN~~~! J-JUST SOME DUMB BITCH!"

“ALL YOU DO IS MOOCH OFF OF OTHERS, CUZ YOU'RE TOO DAMN LAZY TO GET YOUR OWN JOB!"

“NNGH ~~! KYAAAHH~! Y-YEAH! I'M FUCKIN' LAZY! REAL FUCKIN' LAZY~~~!"

“I'M GONNA TEACH YOU A LESSON BY KNOCKING YOUR LAZY, SLUTTY PUSSY UP!"

“YEAH! FUCKIN' DO IT! TEACH ME A FUCKIN' LESSON! I DESERVE IIITTT!"

“HERE! TAKE IT!"

SPLORT! SPLURRRT! GLURRRT!

“KYAAAAHHH~~~!"

Heat! Burning, white, thick, heat! It flooded into her pussy, swelling to the point that she felt like a balloon of fire was being blown into her. Drool sliding from her jaw, Mika threw her head back and let loose a howl through her clenched teeth. Her legs were like jelly, jiggling as she struggled to keep herself upright. She wanted to fall and collapse on the ground, but Trevor wouldn't allow her. Keeping hold over the shark's body, he kept his cock buried inside of her, being sure to unleash as much jizz into her cunt as he possibly could.

And he did it. Hot damn did he do it.

Trevor's erupting cock made sure to tank the entire contents of his balls inside her awaiting pussy. The deep blue color of her cunt was turned as pearly white as the scales outside of her body, as he kept cumming. There was so much, it spurted out from her folds and around his dick, reaching far enough to stain his balls and slick off.

But Trevor didn't stop. Twice he gave shallow thrusts, triggering a sudden 'OH!?' and 'KYAH!?' from Mika's lips. Those thrusts also drew out his orgasm just a little bit longer, planting a few final parting spurts of seed inside of her. Then and only then did he drop her leg and pull his cock out with a loud and lewd--

Shwap!

Mika immediately collapsed.

Thud!

“Haaahh ~~~! Aaahh~~~! Kyaaahh ~~~!" she panted, holding onto the wall for support as her legs quivered like gel, “Oooohh~~~! Hooohnnnnngghh ~~~! M-Miisstterrrrr~ I...! I can't~~~"

Pussy throbbing, his cum not only slid out of her and stained the ground, but she also suffered another squirting orgasm which mixed with his seed.

Resting against the wall, Mika panted desperately for breath while Trevor stood tall above her. His cock was covered with pussy juices and cum, and the perverse odor of sex was strong enough to choke an animal. And yet, despite all of that, when he looked down upon his dick, he watched as it remained hard.

That's... not normal; shouldn't it grow flaccid? Instead, it remained standing between his legs like a mighty tower of lust. It even throbbed, as if still desiring to breed to the shark beneath him.

“Mister~" whispered Mika as her mind settled back down, “I feel so full, Mister. Hnnnggh~~~ I...! I can't believe..."

Slowly she turned around, her back flattened against the wall as her legs remained weak... and open. It was like she was flaunting the fact that he came full-force inside of her as his seed oozed sinfully out of her tight blue folds. Dropping her hand down, Mika gently stroked her hands along her cum-soaked cunt, tracking bits of it on her fingers, before bringing it to her lips.

“Mmmm~ sho ghood~" she moaned, “Huh?" then she looked up, where she once more came face to face with Trevor's musky cock, “Ah... heehee... didya... want to keep going, Mister...?"

“I..." he muttered back before kneeling down so that their faces could be near one another, “Mika..."

“Hm?"

She was so... odd. His cum was still oozing down her face, and he'd just tanked a load inside of her pussy... yet she looked up at him with this lazy smile on her lips. For a moment he paused... but then he reached over for his satchel that sat on the bench nearby. Pulling out a handkerchief, he reached forward and started dragging it along Mika's face, cleaning his cum from her and making her giggle.

“Heeheehee~! Watcha doin', Mister?" she asked, “You want me to be clean or somethin'? I could just stand under the rain or whatever..."

He shook his head.

“You... don't have to call me 'Mister'," he replied, “My name is Trevor."

“Trevor, huh?" said Mika... before suddenly moving in.

Taking him aback, the shark wrapped her arms around his neck and moved in, until she was sitting atop his lap. His hard, throbbing cock began to slide and grind against her cum-soaked mound as she gently rocked her hips back and forth.

“I like you, Trevor," she whispered, “You're really nice to me. That's pretty cool of you. Heehee..."

“Mika..."

“Hey. C'mon," she said, locking her stormy-gray eyes on his brown ones, “C'mon, feed me some more."

“Some more...?" he muttered, “I don't have... any more sandwiches..."

Mika shook her head.

“Noooooo~! I don't wanna be fed here," slowly raising up her hips, she pressed the head of his cock against her pussy, “I want to be fed here. Heeheehee~"

For a moment Trevor paused. But then he reached up, grabbed Mika by the hips, and--

THWAP!

“KYAAAAHH~~~"

…

Long ago on the island of Pavolia, before cities were the norm, there were nothing but fishermen. Early in the morning, they'd head out on their boats and dinghies, and would not return until late at night. They were the lifeblood of the island, providing for their families and their communities with their hard work and dedication.

But life out at sea can be cruel... lonely even. Imagine spending hours, if not days of one's life out in the infinite blue of the ocean, with no one around to give you company. Only the most resilient could fend off such boredom... such isolation.

That's when they appeared.

A group of fishermen – having been out at sea for seven days – were suddenly besieged by a shiver of sharks beastkin. But instead of attacking them, they revealed themselves to these fishermen. The group of sharks were all women, and they had but one simple request.

Food.

They did not ask for a lot; just a few morsels of fish here and there. And having a near excess of fish from their latest trip, the fishermen were kind enough to share their fish with these sharks. They were thanked, and then the shiver made their leave. The fishermen too would return to Pavolia, thinking nothing of the meeting.

Until their next trip.

Heading back out to sea for their next fishing trip, the group of fishermen were visited by the same shiver of sharks. It was the same women, and they once again made a simple request.

Food.

Again, the fishermen acquiesced to their request, sharing with them some of their bounty. This time, the shiver of sharks did not leave. This time, the shiver of sharks boarded their ship, and had relations with the fishermen.

From sundown to sunrise, the fishermen and these sharks indulged in each other's bodies. So long as the sharks were fed fish, they would perform whatever sordid act was requested of them, and they did so gleefully. But once the morning came, the shiver of sharks made their leave, and the fishermen returned to Pavolia.

Among the other men in the village, they told them of the sharks out at sea who would relieve them of their loneliness, so long as they were given food upon request. So as the fishermen went out to sea, they would purposefully seek out this shiver. And upon finding them, they'd willingly share with them some of their catch. In return, they were given nights of pleasure.

The days would go by, with the fishermen spending more and more time out at sea, and less and less time with their families. But then, one group of fishermen left... and they never returned. Their boat was joined by another, and another, and another. Many men were heading out to hunt for fish, and these men would never come back.

Soon, their secret was revealed. The fishermen who did not return, did not do so because of some misfortune like a violent storm or vicious pirates. No. No. The fishermen who did not return, did so of their own fruition. Rather than return to their families, they instead chose to live among the sharks, making them their wives.

In response for their perceived betrayal, the fishermen and hunters who remained in Pavolia would begin hunting the sharks. They were brutally slaughtered, their numbers reduced greatly in a matter of months. Soon, the sight of a shark's fin became increasingly rare as they were hunted to near extinction. The sharks that did remain would never come to the islanders again, fearing what may befall them if they did.

Once the number of shark sightings had decreased considerably, and life on Pavolia returned to normal, a warning was spread. To avoid something like this ever happening again, this simple saying would be shared from parent to child, and would never be forgotten.

Don't feed the sharks!