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Patricia, or Trix as she preferred to go by, liked to consider herself to be a calm and collected individual despite what her half-cut and pink highlights might inspire. Just because she enjoyed punk music didn't mean she had to be an unreasonable mess around people. Punk was only rude to the establishment, not equals.

Though she was never an equal. Being a dogfish, she'd always been considered the runt of her species when dealing with other sharks. Outsiders couldn't tell outside of extreme variations like hammerheads, goblin, or tiger sharks, so she could skirt by just saying she was a shark and that'd be the end of it. But other sharks knew she was a dogfish. Barely a predator worth being in their ranks. Even when friendly, she could tell they were dismissive about her. Or maybe it was all in her head.

That theory started to get stronger the more she noticed Felix's girlfriend didn't look at her with any judgment at all. In fact, the way the pink-mohawked musclebound shark smiled made Trix's own heart race. She expected to be panicky. It was Tiffany Star, the drummer for one of her favorite bands, Rockjaws. A bonafide celebrity, sitting on her dorm room couch with a feminine pink leopard cuddled up beside her, arms wrapped against her while he...Trix blinked. Was he purring?

"Do you live on your own?" Tiffany asked out of the blue.

Trix, having realized she had not offered any drinks, shook her head and sped over carefully to the fridge. She'd move faster if not for the wide plug she'd stuck up her ass. Today started with just a fantasy and now that fantasy was on her couch without a damn soda or cup of water. "Do you want anything to drink? We've got Dr. Pepper, water, and lemonade."

"Water's fine for me." Tiffany nudged Felix, "Honey, do you want anything."

"Water's fine." The cat smiled. Trix's throat grew tight at the sudden adorableness of his grin. Had he always been that cute? He stood out in their classes enough, hard not to when his natural fur color was pink, but she never realized how cute it was to see his lips curled up. His little chin piercing emphasized it.

"Sure, water." Trix reached for the filter and grabbed nothing. She blinked, finding the fridge much taller than she remembered it. Tiffany's shadow loomed over Trix. One muscled arm blocked out the ceiling light. The subtlest movements in grabbing the pitcher had her watch the drummer's arm twitch with power. Her face flushed, envious of Felix being subject to that strength on a daily basis.

"Cups on the top shelf?" Tiffany asked. Trix, painfully aware of how she wasn't nodding in her stare, pointed to the shelves. Parched, she asked the muscular mako for three glasses.

Glass held in tight and twitching hands, Trix sat across the coffee table on a spare chair. "So...what brings you both to visit me?" She asks. They had come out of the blue. Come to think of it, she didn't even remember hearing them knock on the door.

"Oh, nothing too special." Tiffany smiled. Rows of teeth that'd make anyone run only made Trix fight against the urge to nip her lips. Her own teeth were too sharp, with braces keeping them in place for her mouth to align better. Tiffany's just looked perfect for a shark. Powerful, predatory, a far cry from how gentle the shark was offstage if Felix's accounts were anything to go by. "Felix, babe, can you got get some ice?"

She could do it. Tiffany grabbed her hand the moment she got up. Wordlessly she nudged Trix to watch the pink leopard mosey over to the fridge. Trix hadn't noticed how well ladies sweatpants formed around his backside. So pert she imagined it made even his guy friends turn. She blinked, suddenly realizing that, yes, she did find him attractive. Feminine boys, masculine girls, Trix gulped at the premise of it all.

Tiffany's whisper tingled across her spine. "Like what you see?" Warm breath softly cascaded against her skin. Trix leaned in subconsciously, letting the strong arms hold her close. "What do you want to do to them?"

"W-What?" Trix said with a hushed breath.

"It's ok." Tiffany teased, "We're all friends here. We've both noticed how you look at us, and we've found it to be...adorable." Trix felt the stronger shark's fingers run through her hair, "I don't normally want to do stuff with fans. Not that I hate them, but I find them too clingy. Parasocial relationships can be a bit toxic. But you're not just a fan, you're a friend and we've been wanting to have some fun with you."

Fun? Her? Her heartbeat rammed into her ears. Gills hyperventilated with deep breaths. Tiffany couldn't be serious. A question demolished by the bigger shark's lips pressed against her own. Pulled across the table, Trix found herself locked behind the swole shark's arms as her tongue submitted to the dominant predator. Cradled in the drummer's lap, she winced and moaned to the sensation. Tiffany grabbed her hand and pulled it over her jeans, letting the dogfish feel the solid mass growing between her legs.

"Oh?" Tiffany said as they broke away. Her hand slipped underneath Trix's tail, fingers tapping the plug lodged between her cheeks. "Has someone been stretching themselves out? Kinky. Felix, can you tell me what color it is?"

Soft and furry hands grabbed her tail and lifted it. Trix sank into the bigger shark's chest, blushing profusely as her classmate stared at the toy lodged inside her. His soft chuckle made her mewl in embarrassment. "It's a pink jeweled one."

"Is it now?" Tiffany grinned. Hooking her finger underneath Trix's chin, the bigger shark said, "You've got a lot of pink for someone who doesn't strike me as a lover of it. Or maybe I'm wrong. Is pink your favorite color?" Trix's mouth went dry as a desert, her gaze lost in the amber eyes of the shark girl holding her. "I think it is." The big shark answered for her, "And I think you want to explore some more pink options, don't you?"

"Be careful." Felix added as he sat back down. "Tiff can be relentless."

Trix didn't mind relentless. No, she wanted it. To be grabbed and taken hold by the amazonian shark was nothing short of a dream come true. She opened her maw as Tiffany grabbed it, expecting her tongue to be tangled. Instead, the bigger shark turned her to face Felix. For a moment she took in his femme form. The white top that hung loosely from his side, the tight pants, and not to mention how he started letting his hair grow out just enough for a ponytail. Then there was the nudging and soft erection between his legs, strained by the workout pants. "I think Felix is interested." Tiffany whispered, "Mind checking up on him?"

On her knees, the two were imposing figures. Trix gulped at how small she felt. Fear filled her gut, more of failure than of them. She pulled down Felix's pants, just far enough to let his little cock pop out.

Except it wasn't little. It wasn't big, but with as cute and unassuming Felix was, Trix expected his cock to match. Instead the spiny rod stood softly at average length, ready to get hard. A zipper peeled down from the corner of her eye, revealing the long and thick rod of the rockstar drummer sitting next to him. "I think he needs a little help, Trix. Can you get my boyfriend hard? I'll gladly give pointers."

Mouthfuls of glee seeped from her tight lips as she tried not to scream, spending that pent up energy to nod in excitement. Despite her hair and the demeanor she liked to think she had, Trix was inexperienced in sex. Excited, but that only went so far with teeth as sharp as hers. Felix shuddered and tensed as she crawled up to him. First her tongue touched the tip, tasting his salty pre for the first time. His cute little mewls tugged her heartstrings. He reached for his girlfriend when Trix put her lips over his rod. She felt it harden inside her maw.

"That's it." Tiffany cooed, hand petting the dogfish's scalp. "Take it nice and slow. We don't want to hurt my boyfriend's dick now, do we?" No, never! Trix let Tiffany guide her head down the rod, giving the dogfish full attention to lather her tongue over his spiny shaft and avoid nicking him with her teeth. Felix let his head lay back, fingers and arms tight against his muscular girlfriend as if holding for safety. The amazon held him close and pushed her lips against his own, leaving her own big shaft standing upright in the corner of Trix's eyes.

Trix coughed as Tiffany pulled her off, further coating the pink cock in dogfish saliva. It glistened in the dormroom light, no doubt cooling without the cover of her mouth. "Did you like it?" Tiffany asked. Trix nodded her head, blushing in embarrassment when Felix said yes. "Good. I figured she'd be good at them. Us sharks gotta worry about our teeth after all."

Tiffany Star called her a shark. Not some dirty dogfish as if they weren't the same family, a real shark! Trix smiled bashfully, leaning into the rockstar's hand. Tiffany, noticing the smaller shark's subtle attempt to lean closer into her hard monster, chuckled as she held the fangirl steady. "Getting a bit too eager, aren't we?" She teased. "You're not the only one that wants a taste. Seeing as I've got special plans for my fan, I think I should let my boyfriend take care of this one. Felix?"

Licking his lips, the leopard hunched over his girlfriend's sharkskin cock. Holding it steady by the base with both hands, his rough tongue trailed up the shaft and suckled the tip. Envy crawled at her throat and died with a shudder as she watched the feminine boy take the monster into his maw, hands pumping the shaft or massaging her balls as he did so.

"Such a good boi." Tiffany pet his scalp gently with one hand as the other kept Trix eyed on his work. Her throat tightened as he sank deeper. Three inches, five, then nine right to his nose touching the base. Not a single gag or grunt from the feline. Just a soft smile when he pulled off, licking his lips of saliva and pre. "I think we're about ready for the bedroom, don't you?" She scratched underneath Trix's chin. The smaller shark uttered a squeak with a nod.

Hoisted up and cradled in amazonian arms, Trix was carried to her dorm bedroom. "M-My roommate might be back s-soon." She stammered as Tiffany tossed her on the bed. Springs creaked as they absorbed her fall.

"Felix will get a sock. Won't you babe?" Tiffany's smile set Trix on fire. Her body felt light enough to float as the bigger shark tossed away her shirt and bra, freeing her breasts to sway as she crawled over the bed. She silenced Trix with a finger, then a kiss to keep her mouth full as digits traveled down her chest, ultimately pulling her shirt and pants off.

"Oh god, fuck me." Trix muttered in haste.

Tiffany laughed. "Girl, do you not understand foreplay? We need to make this last." Trix gasped at the fingers slipping between her legs. "And I don't think you want this to end quickly."

"N-No!" She begged, "No, I g-get it. S-sorry I'm just-" Her anxious stammers were silenced by another mouthful of rockstar tongue. Somewhere in all of this, Felix returned and crawled onto the bed as Trix felt a rough tongue slowly dig between her lower lips.

"You'll have to forgive him if it's not up to par." Tiffany urged, "He's more used to sucking me off than eating me out." She'd have answered back, but the slow twist and ultimate pop of her buttplug being removed had Trix let out a long moan. The rockstar looked down and chuckled, "Wow, it really is wide. You play with your ass often?"

"O-Only wif toys." Trix's braces started to impede her words. "Nefer wif anything els-" she shrieked in surprise at the sudden intrusion of two small little digits. They hooked and softly scratched against her inner walls, digging more for her elasticity than her depth.

"She's pretty loose." Felix said, his mouth matted dark and wet.

Tiffany huddled behind Trix to let her head lay against the amazonian's lap, somehow made more comfortable with the erection. "Loose, huh? Did you say you were a virgin or am I imagining things?" Trix, lost in the heat of the moment, simply nodded at the question. In her defense, she was technically the truth. Her backdoor hadn't experienced anything beyond silicon, rubber, or metal. The amazon's shadow loomed over her. "Well, even as stretched as you are, I think my dick isn't safe for a virgin backdoor. Would you mind if Felix went in first? Really test it out?"

Felix? Fuck her? Trix eyes went wide. Arching her head down, she saw the pink pussy's barbed cock standing at attention, his face sporting confidence she'd never seen. It looked good. Almost fitting in some weird way. Trix nodded, raising her legs to let the leopard line his cockhead into her hole.

Her self-training removed the stress of the push. It did not prepare her for the warmth that came with it. Unlike any other foreign object, Felix's cock was alive and moved outside of her control. Trix steadied her breaths, trying to adapt to the slow thrusts of the feminine leopard inside her. Tiffany's cock musk sucked into her maw with every inhale. The bigger shark slipped her cock from behind Trix's head and laid it flat out against her snout. Everything about it was heavier than Felix's. Scent, weight, just its presence alone signified who wore the pants between the two.

Her tongue reached for a taste but Tiffany kept it out of reach. Trix mewled and pleaded, forgetting that her backdoor was in use by someone else. "It's gonna take a lot to plant my sword into another stone." Tiffany teased, bobbing the hard phallus against the dogfish's nose. "But if you beg nicely, I might just let that happen."

"Pleafe fuck me!" Trix cried out. "T-Take your big dominant shafkdick and rail me." Her braces made her cringe all the more mentally, but Trix didn't care. She wanted, no, needed Tiffany inside her. Especially after everything she'd done at the mako's behest.

"Hmm...I don't know. Sounds like I should just let you watch me fuck my boyfriend. What do you bring to the table that he doesn't? And before you ask, I don't think your cunt can take me

either."

"A-Anyfing." Trix gasped.

"Anything?" Tiffany smiled. She leaned closer, her voice at a whisper, "How about you take us both at once? Can you do that for me?" With nary a thought, Trix nodded. Felix pulled out of her then, though she scarcely felt it as Tiffany's cock dragged across her face. The bigger shark whispered something to the leopard whilst hunched over, then had Trix balance herself on her knees over the bed. Pulled in close, Trix felt Tiffany's cockhead stretch her asshole after shifting her tail aside.

Trix's mouth hung open to moan but nothing escaped her throat. Silence filled her as the other shark's literal dick did the same. Gravity and the gentle pull of Tiffany's grasp brought her deeper and deeper, far past what Felix accomplished. "Do you need a moment?" Tiffany asked. Trix nodded, taking steady breaths to calm herself as she adapted to the wider rod. She wanted to move her legs but didn't, fearing any twitch of her muscles below her waist would push her off.

So engrossed in the sensation that Trix didn't notice Felix smiling in front of her. His lips embraced hers, mixing their breaths. Hands at her waist, the pink leopard lined his cock against her dripping folds. "Tell me when." He whispered.

With a nod from her, Felix slipped in. Alone she would have found it comforting. With Tiffany inside her ass, Trix grit her teeth. She shook her head when he stopped. "N-No. I-can take it."

"That's right." Tiffany cooed. "My biggest fan is a tough girl. And a nice one for letting my boyfriend fuck her. But we don't have much room to move. You might have to do the work here."

Straining, Trix nodded and found focus in her legs. With slow and careful focus, she pushed herself up the two shafts. Felix's cock slipped out before reaching Tiffany's edge. Muscles screamed as she carried herself back down, stabbed again by the feline's cock.

The first slam tingled her body to stillness. The second, less so. Slowly she built a rhythm of pleasure with the two. Riding, grinding, feeling Tiffany's strong hands wrap around her throat while Felix's mouth toyed with her breasts.

"M-more!" She begged, wanting them to join her rhythm.

"Oh, I don't think we can, Trix." Tiffany snickered, "Else you might be late."

Late? Trix didn't care about being late. Not when she was so close. She slapped the shark's thigh, "H-Harder!"

Tiffany peered over Trix's shoulder, "Felix, I don't think she's getting it. Care to explain it?"

A coy smile crossed the leopard's lips. He opened his mouth to speak. An alarm buzzed past his lips. Trix stared up at the ceiling, huddled between heavy blankets and a cheap college mattress, soaking. She blinked, still her blank white college dorm ceiling. The buzzing alarm blared next to her, silenced by a reflexive swipe from her hand.

She screamed. Every explicative she knew came through in a string of sentences, cursing her alarm, her brain, her damned fantasies, for what just happened.

Then she covered her head, sinking into her sweat-drenched sheets.

***

"So that'll be one beach stud, and one average in pink." The bear at the counter named off Trix's choice of toys with the same monotone as a cashier at a grocery store. The dogfish had no doubt in her mind that the woman had seen all manner of toys brought before her, to the point where the fucked up and depraved were regular things to her.

Not so much for Trix, who decided to finish her dream off as quickly as possible. Same-day shipping was not fast enough for her.

Tossing the toys into the store-brand plastic bag, the bear's purple-highlighted black hair flicked as she turned to Trix and asked, "Cash or credit?"