{"sf1_id":1460181,"sf2_id":"P1EM5VQ1","title":"Knock Knock Knock","author":"sangheilinerd","words":3401,"posted_at":"2019-06-16T18:09:08.000Z","tags":["Anatomically Correct","Anthro","Biting","Gay","Gay Relationships","Human","Otter","Shark","Transformation","Zebra"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1460181-knock-knock-knock","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/P1EM5VQ1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/3a/65/3a65b396-d8aa-4528-a99f-c5c1d12236e3","description":"Crazy Idea I had a while ago. Marked extreme for biting and blood loss.","content":"\\*Knock  \nKnock Knock\\* “Who is it?\" I sing songed.\n\n“Plumber!\" a deep male voice called from the other side of the\u0026nbsp;door. It was a voice I thought I recognized.\n\n“I didn't call a plumber…\" I muttered to myself. “Maybe Arkon…\"\n\nAs if reading my mind, the voice on the other side, “Arkon called\u0026nbsp;me.\"\n\nI nodded. I opened the door. And my jaw dropped. There stood a seven-foot-six\u0026nbsp;Mako shark anthro, leaning against the hallway wall with one hand. Fully nude  \nwith the exception of a toolbelt that graced his slight hips, the other hand,\u0026nbsp;holding it up. His claspers dangling past his knees without being excited. His  \nlong-ass tail coiled at his feet. His blue and white skin looked dripping wet.\u0026nbsp;As I watched water dripped from the tips of his claspers and from his knees and  \nelbows. “Arkon…,\" this shark was my roommate.\n\nHe chuckled. Causing me to look up. In his tooth-filled maw he\u0026nbsp;held two red roses his lips rising in a slight smirk. It was like some crazy\u0026nbsp;scene out of some gay soap opera. He took them out of his mouth with his webbed\u0026nbsp;hands. He held them out to me, a light blush coloring the denticles underneath\u0026nbsp;his beautiful green eyes. “Uhm, may I come in?\"\n\n“Uh…. Oh. Yeah. I mean this is _our_ place. Right?\" I said,\u0026nbsp;having completely missed the gesture with the roses, so caught up was I with\u0026nbsp;the shark's dangly bits.\n\n“Yeah.\" He stepped in, his alien, webbed feet leaving bizarre,\u0026nbsp;dark shapes in the carpet.\n\n“Dude, did you go swimming?\" I asked distractedly, noticing, more\u0026nbsp;the dripping wetness of his claspers than what his wet feet were doing to the\u0026nbsp;floor.\n\n“Oh, right. Yeah. It was dry today. Had to stop by the beach on\u0026nbsp;the way back from the store.\"\n\n“And the 'nude, sexy plumber' getup?\"\n\n“Well, Buck. I've been meaning to propose this for a while. We've\u0026nbsp;been friends since, like, grade school. You were there for me when my parents\u0026nbsp;kicked me out at sixteen. You\u0026nbsp;stuck with me when I told you I liked males.\u0026nbsp;Hell, you've been with me through it all.\"\n\n“Yeah…\" I replied, having a pretty good idea where this was going.\u0026nbsp;The Mako had been a friend of mine for almost fourteen years. We'd been through\u0026nbsp;thick and thin together. I was sure he was going to ask to do something sexual\u0026nbsp;with me. I wasn't quite sure if _I_ was ready for this. Even though my\u0026nbsp;dick was straining to tell me I should go for it. The bastard was as hard as\u0026nbsp;steel and pushing my jeans up into a prominent tent.\n\n“You were my crying shoulder through Benny. Jake. Rickey. But I\u0026nbsp;don't think I've once seen you ever in a relationship.\"\n\nThere it was. The plain-as-day observation. The one he'd finally\u0026nbsp;had the wherewithal to see for himself. I was mad for him. Had been since\u0026nbsp;middle school, though I was afraid to admit it. Even now. Knowing the shark\u0026nbsp;could sense my quickened heartbeat. Smell my musk. Practically see the  \nelectrical storm that was my brain in this moment, and I still couldn't voice\u0026nbsp;the one thing that my heart requested of me.\n\nThis beautiful creature. Who'd shown me such kindness, belying his\u0026nbsp;bestial visage. He had basically confronted me about something I'd been mulling\u0026nbsp;over the last six months. Living with him, well that had been the final piece\u0026nbsp;of the puzzle. Despite some minor spats we'd been able to live with each other\u0026nbsp;for the last six months without killing each other. Or losing our friendship.\u0026nbsp;That was the last piece of the puzzle that needed to be put in place for me to\u0026nbsp;fall head-over-heels madly in love with this damned shark. But my fear. My\u0026nbsp;upbringing. Hell, the thought of the neighbors next door. Held me back from\u0026nbsp;voicing the truth.\n\n“You love me, Buckley Henderson. And I've realized I feel the same\u0026nbsp;way about you.\" He held out the roses again. I'd forgotten about them. Given\u0026nbsp;the two very large distractions swinging between his legs.\n\nI grabbed them from him, threw them aside, and rushed the big lug.\u0026nbsp;Hugging him with all my might and straining up to kiss him on the tip of his\u0026nbsp;muzzle. Stunned for a moment, the shark just stood there, me clinging to him\u0026nbsp;for dear life as if he were a life raft in a raging Pacific storm. There was\u0026nbsp;irony in that metaphor. And it wasn't lost on me. Finally, the anthro moved his\u0026nbsp;arms to envelop me and he moved to nuzzle me. The tip of his muzzle tousling my\u0026nbsp;hair. I felt a rough kiss grace the crown of my head. Then the damned Aqua-Fur\u0026nbsp;moved his hands to cup my ass and lift me into the air. My legs almost\u0026nbsp;automatically wrapping around his thin waist.\n\n“So, I take it, then. That you agree to this?\" He asked in a near\u0026nbsp;whisper. His baritone making it louder than he probably meant it to be, “You\u0026nbsp;know I'll bite when I start, right?\"\n\n“Just be gentle?\" I said, questioningly.\n\nHe quirked his eye-ridge, “Here. Come to my room.\" He dropped me,\u0026nbsp;grabbed my hand then led me by the hand to his room, sat me down on his bed. Then\u0026nbsp;he went to his closet. Something he had two pieces of clothing in: a wetsuit\u0026nbsp;and a suit jacket made of neoprene. Being aquatic meant that he needed to keep\u0026nbsp;his skin wet. On a shelf above the hangers' rod was a device which I was\u0026nbsp;surprised he wasn't wearing. Typically, the gilled Aquatics needed a device\u0026nbsp;which functioned much like a rebreather continuously oxygenating the litre of\u0026nbsp;water which was held within. Arkon had told me once, that he could survive\u0026nbsp;above water without the Regiller™ for a few hours here in the humidity of  \nFlorida. Apparently, it wasn't as uncomfortable as we air-breathers would have\u0026nbsp;thought. He grabbed the device and slapped it on without even really thinking\u0026nbsp;about it. Then he dug in the back of the shelf. He pulled out something that\u0026nbsp;looked like it belonged in a medieval exhibit in the museum. Chain mail. “Put\u0026nbsp;this on over your shirt. It's not exactly the most comfortable thing, but it's\u0026nbsp;better than a trip to the hospital for you and jail for me.\" And then he threw\u0026nbsp;the chainmail shirt at me.\n\n“Uh…\"\n\n“C'mon Buck. Put it on.\" He nearly begged. “So we can get it on.\"\u0026nbsp;He added lightly.\n\nI threw the shirt on. Right before Arkon pounced, pinning me to\u0026nbsp;the bed and before I really knew what was happening, my pants were a\u0026nbsp;crumpled heap at the foot of the bed and I had the strange sensation of the\u0026nbsp;first six inches of his clasper sinking within my hole. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!\"\u0026nbsp;I cried out. I couldn't help it. He'd sunk in so quickly that I'd not had any\u0026nbsp;opportunity to adjust to the girth of it. And boy was it girthy. He was using\u0026nbsp;one and it felt like he was tearing me apart. A second later and I was glad for\u0026nbsp;the chainmail as Arkon's teeth sank into the metal shirt at my shoulder. I felt\u0026nbsp;only pinpricks. He thrust, another few inches sinking in. And again. Slow going\u0026nbsp;the process was, but before either of us truly expected, the telltale slap of\u0026nbsp;denticles against skin resounded throughout the room. He'd bottomed out. I'd\u0026nbsp;managed to take at least fourteen inches of beer-can-thick shark meat up my\u0026nbsp;rear end.\n\nThe shark\u0026nbsp;didn't wait. He receded a minute amount and slammed back in, getting me to cry\u0026nbsp;out. He did it again, and I cried out again. And again, my cry turning into a\u0026nbsp;low moan, as his hips found their rhythm. Much like his feral cousins, it was\u0026nbsp;slow and brutal. Hammering away at my prostate as his strong jaws strained\u0026nbsp;against the chain mail of the shirt. A piece of clothing that I was thankful\u0026nbsp;for now that I saw why he'd given it to me.\n\nThe shark's\u0026nbsp;pace had me languishing in pleasure, occasionally calling out when one of his\u0026nbsp;thrusts gave a particularly hard prod of my prostate. And all too soon I could\u0026nbsp;feel the low burn of my orgasm rising from the depths of my groin, “It's\u0026nbsp;coming!\" I managed, before shooting. Being that I was on my back, and he was\u0026nbsp;hunched over me, it wasn't a big surprise to hear the splatter of viscous seed\u0026nbsp;against hard, muscled skin. I coated the sharks ventral side in my seed, my\u0026nbsp;orgasm feeling more powerful than any I'd had before.\n\nSoon enough I heard him grunt, and then I felt a spreading warmth\u0026nbsp;come from my anal passage as he flooded my depths with his viscous, copious\u0026nbsp;seed. I could have sworn I heard the creaking of the chain link in his mouth\u0026nbsp;and the dull pain of the pinprick-like fissures in my skin awoke with new\u0026nbsp;vigor. I swatted at Arkon. Trying to get him to stop biting. However, without\u0026nbsp;either of us realizing it, Arkon had somehow managed to nick a large vein with\u0026nbsp;his teeth and I'd been slowly bleeding out throughout our entire session. I\u0026nbsp;felt my world tunneling as black replaced the ceiling above me.\n\n\\*\\*\\*\n\nI awoke to the sound of the beeping of the heart monitor, the scent\u0026nbsp;of bleach and urine entering my nostrils. I could feel the presence of someone\u0026nbsp;nearby. I opened my eyes and there, passed out from exhaustion—I assumed, was\u0026nbsp;the Mako. His face beautifully relaxed. His jaw working slowly as the Regiller™\u0026nbsp;supplied his gills with enough oxygenated water to keep him alive for quite a\u0026nbsp;while. I watched him sleep, as the Regiller™ gurgled and bubbled.\n\nWhere others may have seen something of which to be afraid, all I\u0026nbsp;could see was a friend—lover—who had been my everything for as long as I could\u0026nbsp;remember. We _would_ have to figure out the whole biting thing, though. I'd\u0026nbsp;rather not have to wake in the hospital after every tryst with my beloved. I\u0026nbsp;watched as the shark dreamed. He looked so peaceful. So beautiful. So…lovely.\n\nHe came to as I watched. “Hey, ya big lug.\" I said in a jovial\u0026nbsp;tone, though the croak in my voice told me how close I'd come to dying.\n\nHe rushed out of the seat, hugged me tightly. “I…I thought I lost\u0026nbsp;you to my stupidity.\"\n\n“You will lose him, Mr. Ka Mako if you don't let up on him.\" An\u0026nbsp;otter came in with a hypodermic needle with some strange green fluid in it.\u0026nbsp;“Now, Mr. Henderson, Your lover and I have discussed the manner in which your\u0026nbsp;injury occurred. I told him that if we are to allow you two to continue your\u0026nbsp;sexual lives healthily I would need to give you a transformative procedure. Your\u0026nbsp;human skin is too thin and too weak to support the type of lifestyle you two\u0026nbsp;wish to lead.\" The Lutrine explained.\u0026nbsp;“What about the chainmail. It seemed like a good idea.\"\n\n“Maybe for an anthro White Shark. They have wider flatter teeth.\u0026nbsp;This brute, on the other hand has needle-like cone shaped teeth that made short\u0026nbsp;work of the chainmail and made you unnecessarily at risk of blood loss. The\u0026nbsp;best course of action is to transform you as well.\"\n\n“But I like being human. And I'm pretty sure Arkon likes me as a\u0026nbsp;human as well.\"\n\nArkon chose to speak up at this moment, “Buck, I love _you.\u0026nbsp;_No matter what form you take, I love _you._\"\n\nThe otter nodded, a slightly uncomfortable look on his muzzle. His\u0026nbsp;tail smacked the ground as to grab our attention. “Shall we then?\"\n\nI looked at the lutrine with contempt, “You're not giving me a\u0026nbsp;choice, then?\"\n\n“Just which species.\"\n\n“Mako.\"\n\n“I'd thought you'd say that. That's what I have this for. This is\u0026nbsp;the first injection in the Mako shark process,\" He said, before sticking the\u0026nbsp;needle roughly in my arm. “The next step is for you to follow me. We'll\u0026nbsp;transfer you to an aquatic observation room. So that we can help you to adapt\u0026nbsp;to your new body in your natural habitat.\"\u0026nbsp;“Ow.\" I muttered. Then got up. The otter led us through the maze\u0026nbsp;of corridors to the aquatics unit of the hospital. He shed his clothing and\u0026nbsp;hung it on a hook, revealing his lithe form. And a look to his groin revealed a\u0026nbsp;small, barely discernable sheath and a coin purse of a scrotal sack. “You never\u0026nbsp;did give me a name, Doctor?\"\n\n“LeMaine. Charmed, I'm sure.\" He said before he dove into the\u0026nbsp;water, the water itself was barely disturbed by the otter's form. He popped his\u0026nbsp;head out and his lutrine paw poked out of the water motioning for me to come\u0026nbsp;in.\n\nI looked back at Arkon, who'd also doffed his clothing. “Go on,\u0026nbsp;Love. I'm right behind you.\"\n\nI did as he bade, and I took off my hospital gown. I covered my\u0026nbsp;own endowment. Though, I noticed it already looked smaller than it had before\u0026nbsp;the injection. And my balls had taken on a more oblong shape. _Huh, that's\u0026nbsp;strange._ I dove into the water splashing madly. Arkon slipped in behind me.\u0026nbsp;He circled the otter, who looked slightly nervous. “Afraid of my friend,\u0026nbsp;LeMaine?\"\n\n“N…N…no.\" He stuttered.\n\nI chuckled. Then motioning with my hand, I told Arkon to surface.\u0026nbsp;He looked puzzled. “What?\"\n\n“The good doctor is….hrrrrg…\" I groaned. There was an immense pain\u0026nbsp;in my tailbone. And in the middle of my spine. Then all at once it went away,\u0026nbsp;though I felt slightly heavier. And hungrier. I looked behind me and trailing\u0026nbsp;out from the space above my ass crack, a long tail with a shark's double keel\u0026nbsp;at the end waved about. “Apparently afraid of being alone in a tank with two\u0026nbsp;shark morphs.\"\n\n“Ah…\" Arkon swam around me. “You're already looking greyer. Your\u0026nbsp;chest looks whiter than it used to. Your hands and feet have gained their\u0026nbsp;webbing.\"\n\n“Yes, th…they have… Now it's time for the next stage. Here's the\u0026nbsp;next shot.\" LeMaine swam up to me and jabbed the next needle in the same arm.\u0026nbsp;“Why do I need ….nnnnngggh…\" I groaned again, this time the\u0026nbsp;feeling was coming from my face. I felt it as my nose pushed out. Seemingly\u0026nbsp;gaining a foot in length and dragging my upper lip with it. Next, I felt as the\u0026nbsp;teeth came in. Like a feral shark, I had rows of teeth piercing through my gums\u0026nbsp;and the extant teeth within my gums, in their proper place, were pushed out,\u0026nbsp;falling to the bottom of the tank which made up the aquatic observation room.\u0026nbsp;Then out of nowhere, it seemed, my lower jaw jutted forward to meet the upper\u0026nbsp;one. The next stage seemingly finished up the physical transformation. It was\u0026nbsp;strange, though now that I was physically complete, it was like suddenly the\u0026nbsp;world was more vibrant I could see and smell things I couldn't before. My\u0026nbsp;lateral line had come in fine as well. I could feel the heart rate rise in the\u0026nbsp;Lutrine doctor. “I see. Is…Is this how you've been seeing the world, Arkon? All\u0026nbsp;this time?\"\n\nHe nodded his sizeable head. “It is.\"\n\n“Ah… yes the wonders of experiencing the shift in your senses. Now\u0026nbsp;if you'll excuse me…\" The little otter rushed from us toward the bank of the\u0026nbsp;tank. Scrambling to get out of the tank.\u0026nbsp;I chuckled malevolently, motioning for Arkon to submerge but with\u0026nbsp;his fin splitting the water. Then pointed toward the scrambling otter. I\u0026nbsp;started humming _Jaws._\n\nThe lutrine squeaked in terror and then made the mistake of\u0026nbsp;looking behind him. I don't think I've ever seen an otter go ashen white\u0026nbsp;before. I tapped the water three times. Letting Arkon know that the joke had\u0026nbsp;had its desired effect. Arkon surfaced showing the otter a toothy grin, “Sorry,\u0026nbsp;Dr. LeMaine I couldn't help myself.\"\n\n“Uh….\" The otter seemed to be struck dumb.\n\n“Here, Doctor. Let me help you up. Don't worry, I don't bite…\"\u0026nbsp;Arkon chuckled, then added, “much.\"\n\nThe otter let out the most adorable “Meep!\"\n\nTrue to his word, though, Arkon was a kind soul and helped the\u0026nbsp;lutrine doctor out of the water. He fell to his ass, grabbing his legs and\u0026nbsp;hugging them close. He was visibly shaken. He was breathing quickly his eyes\u0026nbsp;were dilated and I could sense that his heartbeat was unnaturally high. “Shit!\u0026nbsp;Arkon, I think we've taken it too far. He's going into a panic attack.\" I said\u0026nbsp;to the Mako, then to the doctor, “Breathe, doctor. Breathe.\" I swam over to the\u0026nbsp;wall of the tank where a giant set of buttons were set up. Blue, green, red,  \nand a speaker grille with a call button. I pressed the call button and immediately\u0026nbsp;called into it, “Doctor LeMaine is having a panic attack in the Aquatic\u0026nbsp;Observation room.\"\n\nThere was static and then, “Understood, sir.\"\n\nA few moments later another doctor—this one a female zebra\u0026nbsp;morph—kneeled in front of the panic-stricken otter. “Doctor LeMaine!\" she\u0026nbsp;snapped in his ear. “Jerome, it's me. Doctor Whitcomb. Please, dear come back\u0026nbsp;to us. Breathe. C'mon now, breathe with me. In…\" The zebra breathed in. Here\u0026nbsp;equine nostrils flaring with the intake of air. Then she slowly breathed out\u0026nbsp;through her maw. “Out.\"\n\nJerome LeMaine barely seemed to notice her. His auditory response\u0026nbsp;activated when she snapped, though. His round little ear pulled back from the\u0026nbsp;source of the sound, just as it should. When she went through the breathing\u0026nbsp;exercises though, something must have clicked within the otter's brain and he\u0026nbsp;followed along. Once the Zebra mare noticed hat Arkon and I both breathed a\u0026nbsp;sigh of relief, as we both felt through our lateral lines as the otter's pulse\u0026nbsp;stabilized.\n\nShe looked to us both, “You both should be ashamed of yourself.\"\n\n“What!?\" we both asked almost at once.\n\n“Let's see two very large, very virile, very healthy Mako-morphs\u0026nbsp;and a skittish otter who doesn't hide his skittishness well. What else am I to\u0026nbsp;think other than you guys pulled the _Jaws_ music prank on him.\"\n\nWe looked at each other. Then to the mare. Then to each other\u0026nbsp;again. “I—\"\n\n“Yeah, you're sorry. The man has Selachophobia. Like almost as bad\u0026nbsp;as you can have it. We don't need our Selachomorph patients taking advantage of\u0026nbsp;that. The problem is, that he's also the leading researcher when it comes to\u0026nbsp;Selachomorphic transformations. Odd that. Still, playing that prank on this\u0026nbsp;individual could have made you both murderers.\"\n\n“Uh…\" We both looked at her struck dumb.\n\n“Uhm, why would you put a man with such a debilitating fear of\u0026nbsp;sharks in charge of Selachomorphic Transformation? Doesn't that seem…unsafe?\"\n\n“It is. The problem is that the man's fear also created an\u0026nbsp;obsession to understand them. He went into Marine Biology and when GeniFur came\u0026nbsp;out with their AquaFur lineup, he immediately went to work for them. They of\u0026nbsp;course made him go and get a medical doctorate alongside a veterinary doctorate\u0026nbsp;as well. Now, he is the foremost expert on Selachomorphic Anthros.\" The equine\u0026nbsp;finished.\n\n“Huh. We are both deeply sorry about our severe error in\u0026nbsp;judgement. We will avoid torturing the otter in the future.\"\n\n“No need. Starting from this moment, I am your doctor. And I take\u0026nbsp;no shit from no one.\" The glare she gave would have made Hades himself shiver\u0026nbsp;in his sandals, it was so severe. “Now, please enjoy yourselves as I go put my\u0026nbsp;friend in the daybeds.\"\n\nI dove. I could feel it as Arkon dove after me. I could feel his\u0026nbsp;muscles contract and relax as he swam after me. I could see so clearly in the water.\u0026nbsp;I was impressed with my new\u0026nbsp;abilities. Arkon finally caught up to me and he\u0026nbsp;used ASL to communicate with me: _How you feeling?_\n\nI responded in kind: _Good. A little odd. But I love that I can\u0026nbsp;stay down here as long as I want with you._\n\n_Right! I love that too. \\*applause\\* I'm also excited about\u0026nbsp;something else, love._\n\n_What?_\n\n_I can take you out hunting, now._\n\nI looked at my lover through the water and gave him a raised\u0026nbsp;eye-ridge. Signing, _Hunting? What about the feral sharks?_ _Won't they  \nfrenzy?_\n\nHe returned a feral, tooth filled grin. _They'll try. Remember\u0026nbsp;what I told you when we first became friends?_\n\n_No…wait! You told me that you'd fight off the hounds of hell for\u0026nbsp;the ones you love?_ I remembered.\n\nHe nodded his head emphatically, causing little bubbles to\u0026nbsp;surround his head and my lateral line to light up like a Christmas tree. He\u0026nbsp;swam up to me and gave me a huge hug. He swam back a bit and then signed, _I\u0026nbsp;love you, Buckley Henderson._\n\n_I love you too, Arkon ka Mako._\n\n\\*\\*\\*\n\nArkon shook his head as I swam around in the apartment's pool. I\u0026nbsp;remember Arkon and I looking for an apartment complex whose pool used salt\u0026nbsp;instead of chlorine, I now understood why.\n\nAs I swam, I thought about our future. I thought about how my new\u0026nbsp;species would affect my daily life. I thought about having to carry a bottle of\u0026nbsp;water with me everywhere.\n\nI looked over at my mate. The love of my life. My lover. My best\u0026nbsp;friend. His toothy grin mirrored my own.\n\n_I love you,_ he signed.\n\n_I love you, too._\n\nYeah life was going to change. But it was going to be for the\u0026nbsp;better."}