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Series explanation and general content warning

This series is intended to be a fairly light-hearted narrative story. There will be romance, conflict, and twists and turns, combined with what is unashamedly gay shark smut.

Each part will have lewd content of varying varieties, with content tags representing what occurs in that part. However, I also wanted to give a general overview of the sort of content to expect over the entire series without spoiling anything.

The fetishes involved will be relatively* vanilla. In addition to various gay sex acts involving shark anthros and/or a human (including, at the most extreme, rimming), expect the following fetishes to show up at least once.

From least to most extreme:

- clothing play

- musk

- size difference (including small dom, big sub)

- minor elements of BDSM (including possessiveness, threats, and light bondage/choking)

- biting and scratching (involving light blood)

- voyeurism and stalking

- hand holding

And again, here's a link to the reference sheet for the sharks: Link

Lastly, any comments, thoughts or ideas are always appreciated. The next two parts have already been written, but comments are always encouraging and may help shape the content in the later parts of the series.

I hope you enjoy!

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In a small inlet of the sea, where the grassy land curved inwards, nothing was amiss. The late-morning sun hailed a bright white gleam from the bay's pristine waters. Jagged cliffs to the south edge stood as tall as always, their lush green summits fading into dull grey rock faces. The outskirts of the rainforest to the north sheltered the subtle wonder from any brave enough to wander through miles of untouched wilderness. The only two man-made structures--a small rickety pier, jutting out from the centre of the inlet, and the wooden cabin behind it--held firm against the ravages of time.

Twenty years had passed since Keppel Bay last changed its outward appearance. Today, the bay looked the same as it did every other sunny Sunday.

If any point of distinction could be made, the wind was a tad stronger than usual. Small ripples formed on the surface of the deep blue water, rolling out towards the sea. That, however, went unnoticed by the two sharkmen living underwater, among the coral. To them as well, today was the same as any other Sunday, as far back as they could remember.

Life as they knew it was about to change.

Putting that into motion was the larger of the two--a leopard shark named Possy--noticing a glimmer of colour near the water's edge. It was a foreign colour that neither had seen outside the ocean for some years.

Red.

Possy pinched the scruff of the smaller iridescent shark--Squirt--and gestured to the clear blue surface. They swam up together before raising their heads into the breezy air.

At the deepest section of the inlet, near the abandoned cabin, a car had appeared. The sun cast its vivid reflection over the waves.

The two exchanged confused glances. It had been over two years since a human had come anywhere near the bay. The former occupant of the cabin--a wrinkled old man in his eighties--lived out his final days there. The pair had never felt the need to introduce themselves, lest they risk terrifying an elderly man to an early grave. Still, they never minded his presence. They even herded fish towards the pier whenever he wasted the day fishing, just to enjoy his earnest excitement whenever he hooked one.

They never understood why he disappeared one day; the fickleness of time never crossed their carefree minds. While they were lonely for a month, they soon got used to their new isolation and the renewed pleasure of each other's company. As a bonus, there was no longer a need to keep themselves hidden.

Possy thought that would be their life from now on.

Not anymore. All it took to change everything was a single colour.

Red.

"Possy, what the fuck is that!?" Squirt smacked his friend's dorsal fin, snapping him out of his stupor. "Is the old guy back?"

"Shh, shh!" Possy turned to his energetic friend with a webbed finger in front of his snout. Though the trembling of that finger betrayed his own reaction. "C-calm down, Squirt. Let's just... let's just look and see, alright?"

"It's a human, dude! Only humans have those big shiny things. And wasn't the old man's white? Is it someone different!?"

"Stop shouting!" yelled Possy. "What if it is? Y-you want to scare them away before we even see them?"

"I'm not the 10-foot leopard shark, so you're the one who'll--"

Possy clamped his huge hands around Squirt's snout.

"Mm-MMMGH!"

"Let's just... watch. Quietly."

They both waited. As the sun bore down on their slimy scales, they swayed their webbed feet to keep their heads above the water's surface.

Eventually, the driver's side door shot open. Possy gasped, while Squirt--

"MmmMGH--IT'S MMGHAPPNING!"

Possy wasn't sure what to expect. It had been so long since he last saw the old man that he had forgotten his appearance. With bated breath, he watched a leg and foot appear underneath the door. And then, above it, a young man's head. Beach blonde hair flowed down to his shoulders, glowing in the sun's warm rays.

That definitely wasn't the old man.

Possy's hands fell to the wayside--splashing against the water's surface--as his maw dropped. Luckily, Squirt was also stunned into silence. The human paced out of the cover of the car door. His athletic body was like nothing Possy had ever seen on a human. He moved his heads to follow him as he walked towards the cabin's back door. It opened, and the man stepped inside, closing it behind him.

The two sharkmen turned to face each other. For a time, neither could find the words to express what they had just witnessed. Though Squirt eventually said what Possy was thinking.

"Holy fuck, dude! He's so hot!"

"D-did you see his hair? It was so bright... pretty..."

Squirt returned his friend's awe with a huge grin, baring his razor-sharp teeth and curling his whiskers. "I didn't even know humans had hair! The other guy didn't have any."

"Do... do you think he'll be staying in that thing?"

"I hope so! I really, really hope--"

The creaking of the cabin's door forced them to duck underwater. As the blond-haired human stepped out, the only evidence of the pair's presence was a pair of faint ripples expanding outwards from the centre of the bay. They camouflaged with the breezy swell.

As the human turned away from the bay to walk towards his car, Possy and Squirt peaked the tips of their heads up, just enough to bring their eyes above the waterline. The man went to the trunk to grab a bulky cardboard box. It looked heavy; he had to bend his knees as he lifted it out.

As the human walked back to the cabin with the box, Squirt nudged his shoulder against Possy's. "Dude, look how strong he is."

"D-do you think he could carry us?" Under the water, Possy arched his webbed hands together. He tapped his index fingers against each other in time with the hammering of his heart.

"Not your fat ass." Squirt glanced over with a wide grin. "But mine? No problem."

"Well, maybe I could carry him instead..."

The human carried the box inside, and the cabin door closed again. A flustered Squirt stretched a webbed foot down to rub at Possy's stiffening cock. Possy, getting the hint, returned the favour by reaching his hand down to Squirt's more easily reachable, already-erect dick, and squeezed.

"Oh, the things I'd do to him, dude..." Squirt's eyes fluttered.

Possy's mind ran wild. "Yeah... imagine holding his hand." Possy pumped at Squirt's cock as the fantasy formed in his mind. "Like, how soft do you think his skin is? Oh, and maybe, just maybe... he might let me kiss him..."

Squirt's maw twisted in a mischievous smile. He grunted, his tongue slipping out of his maw. "And pin him against the shore. Tie his arms and legs up. Fuck him until the sun sets..."

"S-Squirt, that's not what--"

Again the cabin door opened, and again the pair ducked under their deep blue cover. They played with each other for a moment before resurfacing.

"Squirt..." said Possy, watching the human in awe as he bent his butt out to pick up another box. "I really want to meet him."

"Same, dude." Squirt thrust his hips underwater, humping against Possy's grip. "I get the butt, and you can fuck his face, yeah?"

"W-we should really start slow, you know?" Possy placed his hand on his scaly chest as the human turned into the cabin again, closing the door once more. "Like, figure out how to introduce ourselves. Get to know him, maybe go on a date..."

Squirt tsked. "Sounds like a lot of effort. Let's just show him our dicks!"

"I think h-humans prefer going slow. A-and besides, what if we do that, and he gets scared? We need to think our introduction through."

Squirt sighed. He turned to Possy, his toothy smirk fading and whiskers drooping. "Yeah, you're right. We wouldn't be able to catch him on land if he started running."

The door opened for a third time, and with routine precision, the pair performed a synchronised dive before resurfacing. The human waltzed back to the car, grabbing a backpack and shutting the trunk and door.

"Do you think the human and I can both fit in that?" said Squirt, gesturing to the trunk. "I think it'd be fun to go wild on someone in a dark, tight space."

"M-maybe, but please focus, Squirt."

The human disappeared into the cabin, closing the door behind him. The sharkmen waited, still panting and jerking each other off, but the human didn't step out again.

"Right. Plan of action," said Squirt with an odd glint in his scar-covered eye. "First, we get off. And second, we brainstorm how to make this work."

"Sounds good." With a sigh, Possy brushed his long, bulky tail along Squirt's before they entwined in a hug. Possy knew Squirt to be an abundance of good ideas--so long as he was focussed and not horny. If anyone knew how to set up this first meeting, it'd be him.

With a nod to each other, the pair submerged, still joined by their tails. Before long, their ripples faded, leaving their new neighbour none the wiser as to their existence.

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Over the next few hours, the blue waters of Keppel Bay transformed to golden orange and moody red, to tranquil purple, and then to pitch-black darkness--save for a slight shimmer of silver from the near-full moon. Tonight, the bay looked the same as it did every other moonlit Sunday night.

With one small exception.

The creaking shack was no longer as dark as every other part of the bay. Tonight, it glowed like a beacon. Candlelight oozed out from the horizontal shutters of its circular windows, attracting an array of wildlife--chirping crickets, fluttering moths, glossy beetles. And two drenched sharkmen, who had just emerged from the water's edge. They carried a collection of various pebbles and cracked coral in their clasped hands.

"Remember to duck under the windows," said Squirt, glancing up at his towering friend.

Possy rubbed his webbed hands together, taking in the varying levels of smoothness of each of his items as they rolled over his slick fingers. "Do you remember the last time we went on land?"

"Us, together? No clue. I take the occasional day trip myself."

"W-what?" Possy raised his voice. "Aren't you the one always going on about staying hidden?"

"Keep it down, dude. And besides, there's a difference between my five-and-a-half-foot bod and your giant ass."

Possy narrowed his eyes but didn't respond. This is more important, he thought as he looked towards the wooden steps leading up to the weathered patio at the back of the cabin--the same patio the human moved to and fro that very morning.

The pair crept under the light of the first window. Squirt, tagging behind Possy, was in a small squat, while Possy resorted to crawling on all fours. He found it more comfortable than trying to limbo forward the entire way, though it was awkward to keep his hands clenched around his items.

"Stop for a second," Squirt said, tapping Possy on his thigh. "And lift your tail just a bit."

Possy stopped in place and raised his heavy tail without a second thought. Just as he was going to ask whether it'd be visible from the windows, he gasped as something wet and coarse pressed against his rear. With his lithe frame tucked underneath Possy's tail, Squirt squeezed his snout between the leopard shark's huge butt cheeks. He shuffled his snout deeper between them, rolling his thick tongue out to lap at Possy's wide rim.

"S-Squirt, now? Seriously!?"

"Duuuude..." said a muffled Squirt. His whiskers brushed along the outer parts of Possy's smooth, plump cheeks, taking in their shape and firmness. "I forgot how much better this is on land. You can put more force into it." With a few more wiggles, he buried his snout between Possy's rump before planting a trio of kisses over his sensitive hole.

Possy did his best to stifle a moan. "W-what if he hears and steps out? This doesn't seem like a good introduction..."

"Mmmh... it'll be fine--we'll be quick." Squirt dropped his shiny rocks and coral. He brought a now-free hand to rub and pinch at Possy's taint while the other gripped his friend's hardening cock. "Besides, if he does, he can join in."

Possy was about to argue, but a few powerful pumps of his slick shaft made him bite his lip to stop himself from huffing a sudden moan.

Squirt, helpfully muffled by the sheer girth of Possy's ass, didn't need to restrain his deep, rumbling groans--directed right against Possy's hole. With another kiss, the smaller shark transitioned to swirling his tongue around the edge of his friend's puckered rim, occasionally adding some force before running the slimy muscle over Possy's twitching hole.

Squirt ran his hand down the length of Possy's taint, sighing as his wet hands glided across Possy's dangling, weighty sack. He cupped its underside before lifting it, pressing the churning orbs between Possy's quivering thighs and puffing out the excess skin.

"Dude, these are so heavy." Squirt tightened his grip around Possy's dick and redoubled his pace. "You've been thinking about him all day, yeah?"

"Y-yeah... I can't stop." Possy grunted as a thick squirt of precum struck the wooden patio underneath him.

Squirt began to knead at his friend's throbbing nuts. He ran his claws against his lower taint as he squeezed and tugged at the swollen pair. "Same, dude. I wonder what he tastes like, what his blood smells like."

"W-what do you--Mmpgh!"

A forceful squeeze from Squirt caused another fat squirt of precum to splatter against the aged wood. Possy's cock didn't stop leaking though, pulsing as it dribbled a thick, unbreaking stream of white.

Squirt brought his hand away from Possy's sack, letting it fall. With the momentum of an elasticised bungee, his hefty orbs dropped before rebounding upward and back, smacking against Squirt's neck. They rocked between Possy's thighs like a pendulum--tapping against the underside of his dick with a wet plop--before shuddering to a halt.

"Heads up," said Squirt, continuing to jerk both of their throbbing cocks. "I'm about to jam my tongue in deep. Don't squeal too loud this time."

Squirt growled as he battered his thick tongue against Possy's winking rim. It didn't take long for him to ram at it in time with a reflexive clench. The hole clamped down around the slimy appendage, which then had no trouble thrusting the rest of its girthy length into Possy's insides. His walls clenched down in response to the sudden intrusion, and his hole trembled around the slick muscle as if trying to milk it dry.

Possy dropped his items and clasped both hands against his mouth. He moaned and muttered into them as he bucked his hips into Squirt's precum-coated hand.

Just as the trembling sharkman calmed his breathing following the sudden sensation of fullness from having his rear penetrated, Squirt slipped two soaked fingers into his taut foreskin. He continued to pump his friend's cock as he glided his fingers down opposite sides of his sensitive cockhead--stretching out the foreskin--before rubbing them along the flared crown.

As Squirt's slick fingers rolled back and forth over the flared glans, Possy erupted into spasms of pleasure, thighs twitching, toes curling.

Squirt spread apart his fingers, distending Possy's foreskin. "Feels much more sensitive out of the water, yeah? It's tighter than usual, too."

The iridescent shark's words were only a murmur with his face buried so deep in Possy's ass. Possy could make out just enough to respond. "H-how are you so good at this?"

"I told you--I have my day trips out of the water." With a muffled snicker, Squirt twirled his fingers around the ridge of Possy's cockhead. "Now imagine the human doing this with his soft, thin fingers..."

Just the thought of the human in Squirt's position sent shivers through Possy's bulky form.

A soft, wet splat rang out in time with a slight sting on Possy's ass cheek. "More fun to slap out of water, too"--Squirt pinched at where he struck--"but we better hurry this up before we get noticed."

True to his suggestion, Squirt's tongue honed in on Possy's prostate. Like a piston, he propelled the lengthy muscle deep before jerking it back, twirling it, and then thrusting it forward at a different angle. Each time he drove it in, Possy had a different reaction--a half-broken whimper, his inner walls squeezing down to embrace the invading tongue, or a powerful jump from his cock.

With a mighty lunge, Squirt's tongue struck a small bump. A wild yelp from Possy--thankfully muffled--suggested his friend had found the spot. A powerful pulse from the leopard shark's cock as it leaked hot precum over Squirt's fingers--still enveloped within his friend's foreskin--all but confirmed it. Squirt pounded the bump with his tongue as if needing decisive proof. Another squirt of creamy cum, and the velvety walls clenching and throbbing around his eager muscle in response, brought it beyond doubt.

Squirt pulled his fingers out of Possy's tight foreskin. They plopped out with a wet spurt as he moved his lubed hand back to the base of his friend's juicy shaft. Once he had a firm grip, he thrummed a rolling growl, vibrating up the length of his tongue to tingle the larger shark's quivering hole and insides. A playful poke against Possy's prostate with his tongue tip was the only warning Squirt gave before he struck.

In time with a vigorous pump down the length of Possy's cock, Squirt's powerful tongue hammered against Possy's prostate. He didn't bother to pull the appendage back, settling instead on swinging the tip back and forth to pound at his target. Each time his tongue thumped it, Possy let out an unsteady squeal into his meaty hands. The potent tremors rolling down the massive length of Possy's cock reverberated through Squirt's palm. Combined with the heavy splattering of thick globs of precum underneath the trembling leopard shark, Possy knew he couldn't last much longer.

Squirt--sighing in irritation--let go of his own needy cock to fondle at Possy's low-swinging sack. Barely fitting the bulging pair in his hands, he squeezed down tight, bringing a pointed claw to rest against the indent of skin separating the two orbs. He kneaded with vigour, pulling and pushing the stretchy ballsack as the fat jewels within clenched and throbbed in anticipation of unloading their overfilled contents.

As his friend worked his magic, Possy's mind ran wild with his most depraved and degenerate fantasies. One had run through his mind the entire day. Him on his back, floating on the surface of the bay. The human lying on top of him with his head tucked underneath the sharkman's scaled chin. Possy ran his gentle hands through the human's golden blonde hair and then across each firm ridge of the human's muscular chest and belly. The human returned the affections, gliding his delicate hands over Possy's toned pectorals and his bulging arm muscles. They floated in complete silence, simply enjoying each other's company. And, as the sun set, Possy embraced the human within his protective arms, hugging him tight into his chest, before they fell asleep and slowly drifted out to sea. Together.

Possy snapped back to reality as another jolt of ecstasy rocked down his twitching tail. A sloppy patter sounded as Squirt sped up the motions of his hand, pumping at Possy's cock with such force that it was bouncing off his cupped nuts.

With one last squeeze at his aching sack, Possy erupted. He bucked his hips at the air wildly as a thick string of cum splattered against the worn wood. His cock jerked upwards in time with a powerful throb as the second shot struck a gap between the boards, where it dribbled down between them.

Squirt's tongue didn't stop beating away at Possy's prostate. A high pitched mewl from the imposing leopard shark only urged him to continue, hopeful to milk a fatter load and coax cuter noises from his friend. The heavy balls in his hand pulsed and churned as they pumped out their rich contents. He encouraged them with a few tender tugs as he rubbed his index finger in a circular motion along the bottom of Possy's sack.

A minute and two dozen spurts later, Possy's cock dripped only a patchy stream of cum from its reddened tip. The wood boards underneath were coated in a thick uneven glaze of white, slowly trickling down between the gaps. Squirt pulled his head free from Possy's cheeks with an over-emphasised mwah. A trail of saliva connected his mouth with Possy's hole for a few seconds before it curled and broke under its weight.

Squirt returned to jerking himself off while admiring the drool leaking down Possy's taint, his beefy tail swaying above. He craned his head to glance underneath the visual obstruction that was Possy's fat--though now lightened--sack. His eyes widened at the thick layers of potent shark seed saturating the boards.

"Fuck, I forgot there would be a mess out of the water." Squirt jumped up and hopped around towards Possy's head.

Possy was still panting--drool leaking from the corners of his maw--as Squirt slapped his girthy cock down on top of his snout. The spent shark's nostrils flared as he took a deep huff of his friend's heavy musk.

"Open up, dude," Squirt said, again smacking his dick against Possy's head with a soggy splat. "I don't think the human will be very happy if we stain everything white."

Possy groaned but complied. He spread his jaws and stuck out his tongue.

"Attaboy. Keep it nice and wide now--won't be long." Squirt rubbed the edge of Possy's dorsal fin while tapping his leaking cock against the tip of Possy's muzzle. A few small spurts of cum dribbled out. They rolled down the edge of Possy's snout before reaching his upper jaw, where they slowly dripped into his wide-open maw.

Sighing, Squirt resumed pumping away at his dick, now aimed directly at Possy's mouth. Possy lapped at its underside with his enormous tongue, hoping to help his friend along. Obscured among the ambience of the rolling tide were rapid pants and subdued grunts from the pair, along with the wet thwap thwap thwap of a frenzied Squirt working his cock, desperate to finish.

Squirt shuffled closer, bringing his cock within the humid insides of Possy's cavernous maw. "Lick my nuts, dude. Don't be lazy." He thrust his hips, slapping his sack against Possy's chin.

Eager to please, Possy's tongue slobbered over the underside of his friend's balls. He juggled each orb atop his tongue, taking in their added weight out of the water. His tongue rolled along the rough hide, drooling over Squirt's inner thighs before coiling it around the bulkiest part of his sack. The muscle alternated between tensing and relaxing, treating Squirt's balls to a passionate tongue massage, and occasionally pulled down on the loose hide, making it taut and provoking a gasp from the iridescent shark.

With a powerful clench of his churning jewels, Squirt grit his teeth and gripped down hard on Possy's dorsal fin. He stepped back, pulling his sack free from Possy's tender tongue. "Fuck, here it comes..." He took aim. "Say 'Aaah', slut."

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah..." Possy's tongue--framed between his sharp teeth--dangled from his jaw, swaying as drool leaked down its length and oozed along his jagged chin.

Squirt ran a finger along Possy's dorsal fin. "Good boy."

With a rapid series of jerks and a scattered growl welling up from his throat, Squirt brought himself to climax. A thick squirt of cum shot out, striking the centre of Possy's maw. A second shot glazed Possy's top row of teeth before the excess splattered on the surface of his tongue. The third hit the back of his throat, where it pooled atop a foamy pool of saliva, waiting to be swallowed. The cum that struck his tongue trailed back along its length to add to that growing pool of frothy juices.

As Squirt continued to pump, he restrained himself from 'misaiming' and painting Possy's face; if it were any circumstance other than stealthing outside their new neighbour's home, he wouldn't have been able to resist. Instead, he focussed on painting Possy's maw white. He tilted his cock to aim at any exposed fleshy pink sections, dousing them with a goopy cream coating.

Unfortunately, Squirt couldn't completely restrain himself. As his orgasm faded, he aimed upwards to glaze the top of Possy's broad snout with his last few squirts. Once his shots subsided to a trickle, Squirt stepped in and slapped his spent cock against the creamy mess. Specks of cum splattered from the impact, his cocktip continuing to ooze out his leftover seed. The flowing cum split around the sides of his girthy dick, dribbling down the edges of Possy's snout, before dripping onto the wooden boards with a faint splat.

Squirt peered into Possy's well-used maw. Most of the mess had leaked down the slick surfaces of his pink gums and tongue. It welled together at the entrance to the leopard shark's throat. That gunky pool of fluids--a potent mix of shark slobber and seed--was so deliciously lewd to Squirt that his cock throbbed in delight, drizzling another dollop of cream atop Possy's now-drenched snout.

Fucking outside of the water is something else, Squirt thought as dense ropes of cum drooled down from Possy's top row of teeth, glistening like strands of saliva. As cum would diffuse within the water, he could rarely observe the full extent of his mess.

Nor could he give his next order.

"Swallow."

The submissive Possy complied. His maw snapped shut, saliva and cum splattering from the edges of his jaws. He rolled his tongue around his teeth, gums and palate to collect the result of Squirt's climax, adding it to the overfilled pool at the back of his maw. After a pause, he took a wet, meaty gulp, swallowing the entire broth of fluids in a single go.

With a sensual sigh, Possy opened his maw for Squirt to inspect. There were still some globs of cum coating the fleshy walls of his mouth and strings of seed connecting his top row of teeth to his tongue. Regardless, Squirt considered it a valiant effort.

"Good boy," said Squirt, patting Possy's snout. "How'd it taste?"

"P-pretty good, actually."

"Great! And now you won't have to worry about dinner."

Possy's slimy lips relaxed into a dopey grin. Squirt smiled back, rubbing and pinching at his friend's dorsal fin. However, as he rolled his webbed hands down to scratch at the bridge of Possy's snout, he noticed the cum oozing along the length of his dick--the consequence of his sloppy snout slaps.

"Now, as thanks for coming up with this great plan to meet the human," Squirt said, once more smacking his still-hard cock against Possy's snout, "you'll suck my cock clean. Right?"

"O-of course..."

"Good boy."

Squirt pulled his hips back. His cock trailed over the tip of Possy's snout, gliding down his nose and leaving behind a sticky smear of fluids. As it made its way in front of Possy's maw, his tongue shot out and coiled around it. It twisted and twirled around Squirt's girth, though it less so 'cleaned' the still-throbbing shaft, and more so replaced the thin coating of cum with a thicker layer of slobber.

"Hey," said Squirt, tucking a finger underneath his snug foreskin. "You missed a spot." He pulled his finger back, creating a slick gap between his foreskin and cock.

Possy's wide tongue pressed against the tight opening, trying to squash its way in. With some extra prodding, its tip slipped underneath--much to Squirt's delight. He flicked his finger free. His foreskin clamped down, hugging Possy's tongue tight against his firm cock.

With tender sluggishness, Possy squeezed his tongue tip deeper along the glans of Squirt's cockhead. The fluids trapped underneath squelched as the invading muscle stretched and distended the surrounding skin. Eventually, the tip of his tongue lashed against Squirt's sensitive crown, tingling the overstimulated glans along its ridge. With a rumbling sigh, Possy rolled his tongue along the circumference of the crown, lapping up any hidden juices and thoroughly cleaning the entire length of Squirt's cock. A rich, musky flavour coated every inch of Possy's tastebuds as he lapped and slurped.

Satisfied with his work, Possy used his hand to roll back the length of Squirt's foreskin. The black insides--now saturated with saliva--glistened in the faint candlelight from the cabin. Once the skin reached Squirt's crown, Possy pulled his tongue free with a wet plop. He kissed the exposed glans before taking Squirt's cock into his mouth.

Possy closed his maw and nibbled at the folded foreskin. He slowly added more pressure to grasp it with his teeth. He pulled his head back--allowing more of Squirt's cock to slip out of his mouth--while rolling the foreskin back up. Loosening his bite, Squirt's cock popped out of his maw, covered in a fresh layer of drool but with its foreskin back in its rightful position. Only the very tip of Squirt's cock--his cockhole--was uncovered.

Possy planted a parting kiss on its exposed tip before looking up at Squirt. With a goofy wink, he said, "Done."

"Fucking hell. You're gonna make that human a very happy guy."

"T-thanks. But no more distractions, okay? We're here to leave the h-human his present, remember?" Possy stammered over his words as his mind went back to racing with thoughts of him and the human--together.

"Yeah, yeah. Grab some of the stones and coral for me while you're still on your knees, will ya?"

Possy scooped a large handful. He reached up to drop them into Squirt's cupped hands.

"We should fuck out of the water more often. Preferably with the human. Maybe even inside here." Squirt gestured to the walls of the cabin. "He's probably got a comfy bed for us to mount him on, right?"

"S-Squirt, what did I say about distractions?" Though Possy immediately found himself distracted by an unfamiliar word. "What's a bed?"

"Dude, this is what happens when you stay in your little bubble and don't stretch your legs on land every so often." Squirt grumbled under his breath. "Guess I gotta teach you some basic stuff before we meet him. Don't want you embarrassing me."

"T-thanks, Squirt... Sorry for the hassle."

Squirt grunted an acknowledgement, though it wasn't clear to Possy whether it intended to convey playfulness or annoyance.

The pair regathered the stones and coral that didn't fall between the wooden boards before skulking the rest of the way to the door--with no further interruptions.

"Alright, dude," Squirt said as he stopped in front of the wooden door. "Let's just leave them here."

"W-wait, Squirt, shouldn't we like... make it look pretty?"

"But these things are pretty." Squirt held out one of his shiniest pebbles, which glinted in the candlelight from the surrounding windows.

"I know, and he'll love them. But maybe we should arrange them in a nice pattern?"

"What kind of pattern?"

Possy paused. He racked his mind for some decoration or pattern that conveyed romance, but his understanding of human design was limited, to say the least. He eventually settled on his favourite shape. "What about... triangles? They look a lot like our dorsal fins."

"A triangle?" Squirt rolled his eyes. "It's gonna be a big-ass triangle, then."

"No, not just one. A few! Maybe arranged in a circle-like pattern? Like, the tips point outwards, and they're connected by their bottom corners." To demonstrate, Possy placed his materials down, one by one. He alternated between coral and stones to give the design what he thought to be an extra level of flair.

Once he completed two triangles, Squirt picked up the pattern and joined in. He created two connected triangles of his own while Possy finished a third to connect his two with Squirt's.

They pulled away to assess. The shape would come across as a five-pointed star to a human, but it looked like five ordinary connected triangles to the pair.

"Not bad," said Squirt. "But I've still got some stuff leftover."

"Same..." Possy looked over the design, trying to think of a logical addition to make use of their remaining materials. "Why don't we... include a big circle? To surround the triangles?"

Squirt nodded, and from separate sides, they placed their coral and rocks down. They spent a while adjusting the space between them to use all their materials while maintaining a consistent gap between each. But finally, it was done. The two sharkmen grinned at each other before looking back to admire their impromptu pentagram.

They shared another nod as they turned around and crept back off the thin patio. They dodged around Possy's puddle of semen as they went, and soon their webbed feet brushed against the comfortable, overgrown grass between the cabin and the bay. Possy strode ahead, eager to dive in and saturate his drying body. A hissed whisper from Squirt stopped him.

"Dude, hold up. You need some practice first."

Possy spun around. "Practice?"

Squirt was leaning against the side of the cabin, in front of a pair of aluminium trash cans. "You're awkward on land, clumsy. How are you gonna impress the human if you can't even pull off a hot pose?"

With the benefit of his friend's attention, Squirt jammed his tail onto the ground. The muscular appendage tensed as Squirt used it to lift his feet off the grass. He wiggled his hips with a sly grin while suspended in midair, rocking his spent cock from side to side.

"T-that's all we have to do to get his attention?" Possy asked, walking up to Squirt.

"Well, something like that. But I think you're too heavy to pull this one off." Squirt relaxed his tail and landed on one foot. The other remained in the air, bent back in an attempt to keep his friend impressed. "Alright, for you, you've gotta show off your ass--that's your best asset. Maybe something like this?"

Planting his other foot back on the ground, Squirt spread his stance. In a single motion, he leaned his back forward--arching his head and shoulders up--while bucking his mediocre ass towards Possy with a click of his tongue. Squirt swayed and curled his tail in the air above, presenting his rear to a confused Possy.

"Now you give it a shot."

Possy took a deep breath and leaned forward. His larger size and odd centre of gravity meant he couldn't compare to his friend's nimbleness. He rocked his hips back, but he timed it with an all-too-aggressive upward flick of his tail. His weight suddenly shifted from his rear to his front. He yelped and reached forward, trying to brace himself. His hands met the smooth aluminium of the trash cans. But they tumbled down with him.

The chirping of insects was drowned out by the horrible discord of clanging metal. The cans banged against each other before rolling to strike the side of the cabin. As they came to a stop, a piercing echo rang through the bay.

"Fucking hell, Possy!" Squirt ran over to pull his friend up. "We gotta get out of here."

With Possy disorientated, Squirt dragged him to the water's edge before shoving him in. He took a more graceful dive into the powerful swell Possy left behind.

A few moments later, the cabin's back door creaked open. A bright torchlight skimmed along the black waters of the bay, quivering and unfocussed. The dim silhouette of a human brushed past the internal lights of the cabin as he crept down the patio. His back lurched and his flashlight lit up the night sky as he nearly slipped over a strange pool of fluids, but he recovered and kept moving.

Once he reached the edge of the cabin, he hugged the corner and tilted his body out. A metallic sheen reflected the light of his flashlight as it ran over the toppled trash cans. He swayed his body, his light taking aim in haphazard directions. The settling froth near the water's edge--where the two sharkmen had dived in--missed his notice.

Deeper in the bay, two pairs of luminescent eyes glimmered. Possy and Squirt observed the human muttering to himself before walking back up the patio--almost slipping on the half-dry puddle of shark seed again--before stopping at the romantic pentagram the sharkmen left as their welcome gift. The man spent some time staring at it in silence. The beam of his flashlight seemed to shudder erratically as he took it in.

Eventually, the man stepped back inside the cabin, slamming the door behind him.

Squirt and Possy turned to face each other. They took a series of shallow breaths, trying to calm their nerves. Squirt was the first to speak. After a long sigh, he grinned at Possy.

"I think he likes it!"