Shark Seduction
I finally made one last revision to this story and now I am publishing.
Our narrator is just like any other furry fan. He keeps his interests under wraps. But what happens when he becomes attracted to someone who he cannot hide anything from? Read on to find out, but I think it's safe to say there will be some sex along the way!
CHAPTER ONE
As we walked down the pristine hallway, I couldn't quite piece together everything that happened to get a guy like me there. Somehow I had been allowed access to something incredibly confidential. More than likely, it helped that the government itself was not in charge of this particular super-classified laboratory. I was told that I was qualified, but I felt having an obscure sexual interest like furry art wouldn't usually fly in places where your employers are able to check up on your browsing history. It was not that my sexual taste for anthropomorphic animals was the only thing that would be keeping me out of any government run establishment. My morals were a little more flexible than most, though I've never done anything I, myself, considered evil.
The man silently escorting me wore a black suit with a tie, and I just had on some jeans and a Pink Floyd teeshirt. It felt awkward to look so out of place. As we neared a set of double doors, the escort turned to me.
"What is through these doors will startle you." The man said to me, "I have not been permitted to tell you what he looks like, and since you are about to walk in and see for yourself, there is no point in violating those orders now. However, I will tell you that he is a telepath, and that any internalized conceptions that you have about what he looks will be clear to him. Now remember the NDA you signed. I know that contract must be quite a bit more stringent than any you are familiar with, but surely you understand."
I nodded and muttered a "Yes, sir."
The man in the suit and tie turned back and we continued to the door. Using several keys on separate keyrings, he unlocked multiple padlocks and pulled the door open, ushering me through.
The darkness was pierced by lit and blinking LEDs on a massive control panel. I scanned the low-lit room until I spotted a large tank. Behind me, the doors clapped shut and the light through it extinguished as the locks were refastened in darkness. I stared intently at the tank as my eyes adjusted. A switch flicked behind me and harsh fluorescent light flooded the room, blinding me momentarily. I blinked a couple times and looked at the tank again. I held still until I recognized that the lump at the bottom of the tank was a shark. It was curled away from us, but I could clearly make out the dorsal fin and tail. Sharks fascinated me well before I discovered the furry fandom. When I was younger, wished to study sharks in the wild. I became more excited as I realized I would be working with something that I was so interested in.
We walked to the tank and as we got close to it, I saw the shark in more detail. There were several appendages that had been hidden from view curled underneath the sleeping creature from its shoulders and hips. I could see its chest rising and falling gently and noticed gills on the side expelling water out as the chest deflated again. The head rested on the chin pointed away from us and looked sleek and broad, with a wide nose. There was one dorsal fin in the middle of the back, and another halfway down the tail that had been concealing the legs. All the fins including the tail had black tips on them. My eyes wandered over the whole body of the creature. "This is..." I started.
"An extra terrestrial. He has agreed to spend some time here and be observed. You will be spending a lot of that time here with him. Would you like him to wake up now?"
"Like him to...?" Yes I did. I was eager to meet a real, live, out-of-this world alien. However, before I could even finish repeating what my superior had asked, the creature stirred, and I grew silent and watched. He pushed himself up off the bed of the tank with human-like arms and turned his sleek head to face us.The pupils of his eyes were slitted, like a cat's, and his irises were an amber yellow. He stared at me. It was unsettling, but I swallowed my anxiety. As I looked into those slitted pools of amber, I noticed how handsome they were. Of course I'd come across a good deal of illustrated anthropomorphic sharks in the fandom, and I could not help but think of the more adult-oriented images I'd seen while I stared into the eyes of one of those drawings come to life.
"He understands you." The man said to me, "You don't need to verbally communicate with him, however, there is no way for him to communicate to us. We've come to the understanding that his brain is too advanced, or rather, ours are too primitive. He can read our minds, but cannot open his to them. He has learned sign language in order to communicate to us, and that is how he agreed to spend some time here."
I barely heard what was said next, and had an increasingly hard time not sexualizing my new charge. He looked far too attractive as he looked over his shoulder at me. Then I realized what the man told me. This creature telepathically "understood" me. A hot blush spread over my face as the shark did not break his gaze even while the man slipped between us to explain some of the temperature readings. I understood that a walking shark would terrify many people and that must have been what was meant by "internalized conceptions." My own internalized conceptions were far different.
"There are no cameras recording in this room, and there never will be. You see, the public at large can never find out about this and so there will not be any video footage of the creature. You will be here to ensure the comfort of our guest. You will be required to learn sign language in order to understand him, and once you do, you will be at his every whim. You shall monitor and adjust the temperature, salination, and oxygenation of the tank." I raised my eyebrows and he took note of it, "Oh yes, he breathes oxygen, just like the life on Earth."
I really hoped my blush was not obvious to the man. The shark looked like it was smirking. I didn't think sharks could smirk. Maybe I was imagining the smirk. Then as the man in the suit paced back to the other side of me, the shark winked at me. I saw it clearly and relaxed a little bit, though I still felt embarrassed. I decided to use my internal voice to narrate my thoughts so that I could ask the creature questions discreetly.
The man turned to me, "The tank has been able to prevent any cross species contaminants or pathogens, and we want to keep physical contact to a minimum. So of course, you will not be permitted into it with the E.T. ..." He continued to drone on about policies and permissions and I kept staring at those eyes.
'you are not offended?' I asked him bashfully with my internal dialogue, 'that I find you so ..." I tried to come up with the right way to internally articulate it before realizing that he already understood that I meant "sexy."
The shark gave an almost imperceptible shake of its head. He knew I saw it.
I didn't know what to say, or rather, what to think. I wanted to know more about him. But until I understood sign language, it was impossible for him to give answers to the questions I wanted to ask. 'I want to know you.' I started turning red again. This time I watched the corners of his mouth as they turned up slightly into his cheeks and smirked.
"Now then, come here," the man in the suit said, "and let me start teaching you the basics of these controls. You don't need to worry about most of these instruments. Let's just start with the salination controls right here."
I finally took my eyes from the shark to look at where the man was beckoning. I paced over to the instrument he was showing me. As he taught me the details of the controls and read-outs, I tried to pay close attention, but my mind was ever wandering to the alien watching me. Every time I glanced back at him, his eyes were already fixed upon me and we renewed our eye contact until I had to force myself to look back to the instruments. The man in the suit never asked me what I thought of the alien during that first meeting. After he showed me all the instruments that I would be monitoring and controlling, then he went over the entire non-disclosure agreement, word for word. I was instructed to respond with "I agree" after each provision. He lead me back to the double doors, where he needed his various keys to unlock every deadbolt even from inside.
I began learning sign language before I left the premises. The instructor started with the alphabet, some of the basic hand positions used, and some of the basic grammar and sentence contraction. This was not my first exposure to sign language, but it was going to take a lot of memorization before I would be able to understand it easily. The accelerated course was five weeks. I wished I could communicate with the alien directly through telepathic means instead. I spent some time that night going over all the letters and practicing them until it became more natural.
My thoughts kept returning, however, to the sexy creature I had met. I remembered his wink and smile and imagined the implications. I had been too nervous at the time, but remembering the look in those eyes, it was not long before I was fully aroused. While picturing mostly just his face and eyes, I masturbated and came more than once before I retired to bed in the earlier hours of the morning.
CHAPTER TWO
Within the furry fandom, I identified as an anthropomorphic red fox. Though just another human in reality, I drew or commissioned artwork of myself as the fox. When chatting with other furries online, I would play the fox as well. During an experience with a psychedelic drug, I even saw myself clearly as one. My snout was in front of my face, and I could see all the details in my paw pads as I looked at my hand. I took the form of the fox again during my dreams that night. The shark alien I met was there too. He spoke to me in the dream, but the memory of what he said faded from my mind as the alarm woke me with its insistent beeps. All that remained was a recollection of his soothing deep voice.
I came to my new work punctually and dressed in casual attire, as I was instructed to do, despite the suits and ties I saw around. I wore a solid black teeshirt with my jeans this time. Instead of starting to manage the habitat controls for the shark right away, I continued my sign language instructing. Thanks to my independent research, I already memorized most of the letters and learned new signs eagerly. The instructor congratulated me on my discipline. Some of the signs were intuitive and simple, but others I felt I would have a hard time learning. I knew that the shark alien would be able to sense which words I understood the signs for.
The same man as before lead me down the cleanly hall "You will be alone in the room today. I trust you have already taken your lunch and eaten?"
"Er, yes, sir." I lied. I was too excited to see the shark again to be hungry.
"Unfortunately, for the time being, we cannot allow you to carry any of the keys needed to unlock these doors." We stopped in front of them and he fished something out of his pocket. The small device he gave me had only one button on it and was the size of a domino. "If you press this, however, then we can come unlock the doors for you. Don't hesitate to press that if you need to use the restroom, for example."
"Pardon me for saying, sir, but can I really be in there alone on only my second day?" Was I so lucky? Nobody needed to supervise me?
He cleared his throat quietly, "Our guest has informed us that you may be trusted, and requested we allow you your first shift alone with his guidance."
My heart skipped a beat, but I managed a nod, "Yes sir."
The man gave me a professional smile, which I returned. He pulled the first ring of keys out of his breast pocket and set to unlocking the double doors.
The man in the suit entered with me and flicked the lights on again. He did not immediately re-lock the deadbolts once the door closed. I shielded my eyes and squinted at the tank. The shark was lying at the bottom just as before.
"You shouldn't need anything in particular. If you do, just press the button I gave you." He waited for me to nod in confirmation and then turned and exited through the doors. I turned towards the tank before the first key slid into its groove to lock them.
The shark was sitting cross-legged facing me. He waved a slender arm and I returned the gesture, pacing towards the tank. With his thighs spread like that, I could not resist glancing between them. I would not have noticed the slit there had it not been centered between two black-tipped fins, each about the size of my palm. I quickly darted my eyes back up to his. He smiled wide enough to show some of his sharp teeth and winked.
I blushed and thought 'Sorry. Couldn't help it.' I smiled bashfully.
He shook his head and signed "I-S, O-K". It took me a moment to interpret the letters and he nodded once I understood.
I remembered that I actually did have a purpose there and asked aloud, "Do you need anything?" My voice cut through the silence and I nearly startled myself.
He simply shook his head and swam to the top of the tank. I could not help catching another glimpse of his genital slit just on the other side of the glass as he broke the surface and folded his arms on the rim looking down at me. I wondered if he had two penises like regular sharks have claspers, or just one shaft as I looked up at him, blushing in the knowledge that he knew what I was thinking. His eyes became even more handsome without the glass barrier between us. 'What should I call you? Do you have a name?' I asked in thought.
He looked up and held his chin thoughtfully, then nodded down at me. He pointed to his chest then spelled "K-A-H-L" slowly enough for me to recognize each sign.
"Kahl?" it was asked aloud again. I looked behind me to see that there was absolutely nowhere to sit. I pulled the domino-sized device out of my pocket, and careful to not accidentally press it, I placed it on top of one of the machines measuring the water. I returned my attention fully to Kahl, "I like it. Is that your full name?"
He wiggled his hand in a "so-so" sign.
I went back to only thinking my questions. 'I guess... as a telepathic species, names are not as necessary, huh?' He confirmed this with a shake of his head.
He seemed to narrow his eyes a little at me. He pointed at me and signed "F-O-X" slowly enough for me to understand. I raised my eyebrows, and remembered that he was with me in my dream. His smile widened enough to show his teeth again and he nodded as I recalled the vague memory. I remembered telling him how I stumbled across furry and first started identifying as a fox. He had asked me about when I started feeling attracted to other males, and I explained to him that it was through furry artwork first.
My eyes glazed for a moment as I remembered these details. I blinked and looked back up at Kahl. He held himself at the surface mostly using his tail in slow pendulous movements. One hand held the rim and he used his right to sign. He pointed to himself, then his eyes and then to me and spelled out "F-O-X."
I blinked and tried to translate. 'You ... look at me ...?' I started and he nodded, 'you ... see?' Another nod '... see me ... fox?' A final nod and a grin. 'You see me as a fox?' My eyes widened and I looked into his eyes. 'Right now?'
He lowered his head,looking right back into my eyes and I felt my cheeks begin to flush again. I did not understand how he did, but the fact that he saw me as I imagined myself felt incredibly flattering. As I looked into his eyes, I understood that he perceived me with a vulpine snout and covered in vermilion fur. My gaze trailed down his body, but did not stray immediately to his privates. I admired his entire form. His stomach was a lighter shade than his bluish-gray overcoat and appeared very smooth. With my eyes I traced the pale white stripe down his side, smiling as it lead to the black tip of the pelvic fin beside his genital slit. I continued drawing my eyes downward. As he dangled from the rim, I could observe his legs and tail. A single anal fin extended from the halfway along the underside of the tail, matching a second dorsal fin extending from the top. The black tip on the lower lobe of his caudal fin was especially prominent. He looked very similar to reef sharks I was familiar with,but the déjà vu I felt studying his features did not stem from that similarity. I darted my eyes back up to his. He was still smiling, as if appreciating me with similar interest.
'In my dream last night, was that you?' He closed his eyes and nodded. 'So...you are able to interact on a subconscious level with us?' He winked and pointed at me, indicating, I got it spot on. I briefly pondered whether the people who were scientifically observing him knew this. I thought it plausible that during my rest, Kahl explained much of this to me in greater detail. I felt like I came to conclusions that he confirmed faster because of subconscious memory of these facts. As these thoughts entered my mind, I looked at Kahl to see if he would nod again. Instead, he pushed himself off of the rim and drifted down to stand on the bottom right in front of me.
He stood about ten centimeters taller than me standing upright. He signed in slow motion and pointed to himself, then tapped his forehead with the tips of his fingers and pointed at me. 'you ... know me?' He nodded. He pointed to me, then spelled "want" before tapping his head the same way and this time pointing to himself, with is brow raised questioningly.
I knew what he was asking but still thought out the sentence to verify as we did with the other signs. 'You mean ... do I ... want to know you?' My heart raced and I nodded without waiting for a confirmation, even though he knew my answer already. His smile seemed fully seductive as he beckoned me closer to the glass with one finger.
CHAPTER THREE
I heard my heart beating in my chest as I closed the gap between myself and the glass. He placed his palm flat against the glass. I hesitated only momentarily before reciprocating with my own hand. For the first few moments that I held my hand there mere centimeters from his, nothing seemed to happen. Kahl closed his eyes, and I looked at his face with his eyes shut for a moment, admiring his appearance again. I smiled at him and closed my eyes too. I expected to hear his thoughts narrated like I was trying to narrate mine. I felt strange, as if the déjà vu feeling from the dream had been amplified. I furrowed my brow a bit in confusion.
I opened my eyes and Kahl's were already open. His hand was not even against the glass any more. Those amber eyes studied my face closely. As I looked into them, I wanted to be even closer to him. I wanted actually get in the water with him! His eyes locked with mine, and that desire grew even fiercer. He nodded enthusiastically and suddenly swam to the surface, floating just under the surface on his back. He beckoned me up with his head and I nodded, smiling and blushing.
I turned from him and walked to a tall cabinet door several meters to the right of the tank. There was a combination padlock locking the cabinet. While looking at the dial, I realized that I had walked to the cabinet with automatic movements, and I was not clearly sure why I was there. The date "November 5th, 1605" came to mind. This thought came suddenly while I was trying to remember why I was even at the cabinet. Without being sure what I was doing, I started spinning the dial on the padlock. I stopped at 11, then 5, then spun it around to 5 again. To my amazement the lock unlatched with a gentle tug.
With eyes wide, I turned to Kahl. He was leaning on the rim again and watching me. His eyes raised up to meet mine as I looked to him. My surprised reaction to the lock diffused as I realized he had been looking at my ass. I smirked at him as my blush returned and he winked at me, making it even more red. While watching him over my shoulder, I turned back to the cabinet. I pulled off the unlocked padlock and opened the door.
The dark storage area receded much further back than a normal cabinet, but I had somehow anticipated this. I did not need to wait for my eyes to adjust to the dim light to reach my hand into the door and grab the ladder laying on its side against the wall. As I set the padlock down and pulled the ladder out of the door, I saw the rubber hooks at the far end that hung over the rim of the tank.
"You..." I faced Kahl and carried over the ladder, "How...?" He was swimming laps lazily back and forth just below the surface and watching me through the glass. He surfaced and leaned on the rim again, looking down at me invitingly. I tried to collect my thoughts, as I hooked the top of the ladder over the rim right beside Kahl. 'how did you do that?' I thought to him, beginning to climb the ladder, closing the distance between us. He pointed at me. I reached the top of the ladder and he was so close to me that I could smell him.
His amber eyes were closer than ever before and as I looked into them, I froze. I was about to damn the consequences and disobey my explicit instructions on the first full day of the job. Yet those eyes seemed to express a desire just as burning as mine. I wanted to know how I knew where to get the ladder, and he raised his hand again with palm flat, but no glass between us this time. I held my hand up similarly, leaning into the ladder. I held mine in front of his, becoming very nervous.
He pressed his palm to mine. It was not rough and sandpapery like sharkskin, but silky soft. I pressed my palm back, getting it a little wet. An echoey voice lower than my own came to me as if in memory. 'was subconscious communication.'
As I narrated my thoughts, I was a little surprised that it was also echoey, 'you mean ... you can't communicate with the conscious mind at all?'
For a moment, I thought I felt fur on my hand as I held it to his. 'Can do.' I seemed to remember him saying again, 'But is ... intense.'
A wave of nervousness came over me, and somehow the wave of emotion itself felt like it had an echo. 'Don't worry.' Kahl's deep voice echoed again. 'You like psychedelic drugs. Will be fine.'
I seemed to recall a specific drug trip in which I felt like my ego was falling deeper and deeper into a fractal. At the time I had no one to assure me I would be okay as I was unable to pull myself out and just felt pulled further in. However, I found the experience incredibly interesting, and would do it again if I were presented with the opportunity. As the memories played out in my mind, they seemed to stutter, as if it had a sort of ghost version playing out. Even my memories echoed with the shark's hand pressed to mine.
My leg lifted and I climbed another rung on the ladder. Only one remained before I could stand with my waist above the rim. I started to feel another wave of nervousness echo over me. Kahl pulled his hand back and the emotion echo shut off. He moved too fast for my eyes to follow. I felt a surge of adrenaline as his hands held my waist and pulled me over the lip of the tank before I realized he was lifting me.
I splashed headfirst into the salt water before I was able to take in a breath of air. The surface crashed past me and my surprised yelp was muffled. I tried to flail upwards towards oxygen and only managed to recognize the bed of the tank as I pushed myself closer to it. I whirled around, panicking and trying desperately not to take a breath of water. I turned and my blurry vision cleared as I looked into those beautiful clear amber eyes and they struck for a mere instant, which was enough time for Kahl to close the gap between us and plant his lips firmly to mine.
That breathless second exploded. Time froze and the world around me melted. All that was there was Kahl and I fell into him. I lost all sense of my ego and felt the shark's entire existence become my own. I felt water rushing over my gills and felt as if I were inhaling and exhaling normally. I felt every moment that Kahl had ever filled his lungs with water and expelled it over his gills at once. Kahl's childhood within an intergalactic federation of planets, his adolescence in the military and the special bonds he made there, his interest in self image across species and what different races find sexually attractive, and everything between deserting that military and his trip to Earth all poured into that same moment. I felt as if I was Kahl's being over the course of his entire life existing simultaneously.
In one second I re-lived Kahl's entire life. Yet my ego did not even exist to comprehend the experience. Everything culminated into the present and I saw myself through Kahl's perception when I first walked through those doors. I probed the mind of this anthropomorphic fox while laying on my side feigning slumber. The more he saw of me, the more I could feel his lust. I also found the vulpine representation he subconsciously projected onto himself very fascinating, even erotic. As I explored the corners of his mind he was least aware of, he became more and more attractive to me as well.
After he returned, his hand pressed to mine with the glass between and I showed him the subconscious routine that other employees at the facility shared. His unconscious mind knew what to do, and I knew that his desire to would guide him. His fluffy tail bounced cutely as he nearly skipped to the cabinet. I followed that tail to his rump and had difficulty keeping myself from sliding out of my slit right there and then. He undid the lock and looked back at me. I felt his confusion and winked. He became adorably embarrassed.
Everything was experienced in the same instant. During that same moment I was pulling the fox into the tank and circling around him. In that same moment, I was kissing him, and opening myself up to him, sharing all of my experiences with him. In that same moment I was sharing all of his experiences, reliving his entire life at once, while still linked with him and sharing his experiences with my life.
Similar to my trip with the fractal, I continued to experience the same two existences through myself and Kahl an infinite amount of times simultaneously. Our two existences blurred together, and my ego faded out of that blur. I still felt Kahl's emotions, but I also felt my own very strong emotions and those soft lips rubbing against mine, his rough tongue slipping into my mouth. He pressed it against mine and I closed my eyes, feeling his arousal even more powerfully than any of the panic that had been overwhelming me. Adrenaline still surged through my system as I wrapped my arm around Kahl's torso and pulled myself against him, despite my desperate need for air.
Kahl pumped his tail a couple times and we surfaced. My body took control of itself and I broke away from Kahl and inhaled deeply, sputtering. Kahl supported my waist for me and I gripped the rim, panting and coughing. My soaked teeshirt stuck to my shoulders, my jeans drifted around my legs and my footpads felt confined in the soggy boots. My tail waved back and forth through the water, the fur sweeping in the current. I coughed again into my paw and suddenly realized how I was perceiving myself. Rivulets of water ran down my arm and I took ahold of the matted fur. I pulled it and felt the tug on my arm's follicles.
"I'm a fox!" I turned to Kahl, who sported a wide grin.
"You already were a foxy." His voice did not have the echo this time, and his lips even moved as he said it.
CHAPTER FOUR
Kahl's soft hands slid up under my soaked shirt, fingers rubbing into my fur. He pulled me away from the rim and we floated into the center of the tank. Using his powerful tail, he kept us steady above the surface as he held me against his front. I was submerged from the stomach down in the warm water. "You.. you spoke just now." I held back onto him, my tail feeling the current moving from his, and looked into his eyes again.
"My mind is connected to yours still." He chuckled and nuzzled under my chin through my damp fur. His nose was more rough than his hand, but still sleek in the direction he nuzzled, and only grabbed at the fur along my long jawline when he pulled his head back again. "Your brain is the projecting the appearance of me speaking. Try probing my mind, foxy."
I had never tried to read someone's mind before, but I knew what it felt like to do so, from sharing all of Kahl's experiences. It was as if a strand connected our minds and I could travel along it into his consciousness. Once my thoughts were focused on his, I could sense his thoughts about me, and felt his fascination and attraction to the very concept of my cross-species identity. His arousal was the most prominent emotion and it made itself known very strongly as I looked into his thoughts.
Kahl lowered one of his hands to cup my rump-cheek and pull me against him. My concentration on his mind would have been broken if not for the thought that filled his mind. He felt my arousal growing as he held us together and pushed the expanding lump harder into his pelvis.
I resented the clingy wet clothes and wanted to be rid of them as much as Kahl did. Instead I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him deeply again, my muzzle pressing to his. Both our lips immediately parted and our tongues met. I wrestled his with mine and he slipped my shirt up my torso. I felt him wanting me to lift my arms and we broke our kiss only momentarily as he held me to him with one arm and pulled the wet teeshirt over my head. I had to point my muzzle up for it to not get caught. He let the shirt drift behind him as I pressed my snout back against his and started sucking on his lower lip.
He lowered us slowly into the water until only our heads were above the surface. I anticipated him releasing me and began treading water. He broke our kiss and slipped underwater. Even though we were no longer in physical contact, I sensed his thoughts and knew what he was doing. I prepared this time and took a deep breath just before he grabbed my boot and tugged me underwater by it.
My hair fanned out with my long ears as I opened my eyes and blinked several times until I could see Kahl holding my boot in his thighs, using both hands pulling out the laces. With the long laces all but completely separated from my boot, its tongue flopped out in the water and my foot-paw slipped out effortlessly.
Kahl took the boot to the surface and tossed it over the rim. The soggy boot clonked onto the floor. I took the chance to resurface and take several deep breaths of air before he darted back down and I was pulled under by my other leg.
My hair swept in front of my eyes as he quickly untied the other boot. I peeled the sock off the other paw while he pulled the laces out. He tugged the other boot off, and before following him to the surface, I removed the other sock and set both adrift with the teeshirt. I flexed my toes and looked through the water at my new digitigrade paw pads as I drifted to the surface.
Kahl slipped back under the surface the moment I broke it. I giggled and held the top of his head with both paws as he nuzzled at the tent in my jeans. I felt my thoughts traverse that strand into his mind, feeling his arousal already jutting out of the slit. I murred softly as he nibbled gently at the tent, tough denim protecting my sensitive flesh from his sharp teeth.
I took a breath and submerged. My eyes opened underwater and I looked between my legs to see Kahl's nimble fingers undoing my jeans button. I rubbed the back of his head and he smiled up at me as the button popped out and he slid the zipper down. My paw rubbed his cheek and he nuzzled into it and kept swimming over my head. I held his sides loosely and his torso slid between my paws. I caressed his form and wrapped my fingers around his arousal. He had a single shaft unlike Earth's sharks. It was tapered, and its red flesh pulsed softly at my touch.
I only grasped it for a passing instant as Kahl arced over me. I felt the wake from his body as he swam down my back. In a moment, he had his legs wrapped around my torso and he tugged upwards relative to him on my jeans. They pulled my boxer briefs with and I helped kick them off as I felt the currents of water brushed over my newly vulpine member.
My lungs urged me to surface again but I was struck with the appearance of my shaft. I pulled it away from my body gently and looked at the it's shape from above. The head was broad, and the tip pointed. At the base of the shaft my knot was swollen almost entirely. Kahl swam between my legs, smiling at my length and placing a hand on my back. He helped push me to the surface in time to gasp for air again.
I sat on Kahl's shoulders as he eyed my throbbing fox shaft lustfully. I looked down through the surface at him nuzzling my thighs and scrotum. I tensed up, sensing his intent to take my shaft into my mouth. He sensed my tension and assured me psychically that he knew what he was doing. Instinct grabbed hold of me as his toothy jaws opened and I pushed on his nose. I felt Kahl feel an electric tingle that paralyzed me with its intensity. Kahl found that electric tingle pleasurable, though I had never felt anything like it. He took my paw and returned it to the round and broad front of his nose, with my palm pressed against his skin. The tingling sensation promptly returned, and I felt the pleasure Kahl enjoyed from it become sexual. My own arousal throbbed and he watched it shoot a stream of precum into the water.
I panted and moaned softly in pleasure. Kahl removed my paw, and again made for my arousal. I was still recovering from the sexual stimulation I had given Kahl. I'd forgotten how soft his lips were. I moaned again as they slid down my shaft over the knot. I rocked my hips as my tail curled around his chest. I put a paw on top of his head, clearly sensing his technique and believing his assurances. He squeezed my rump and started pulling water into his mouth around my shaft. Water rushed over my sensitive flesh at a constant rate, and he expelled it through his gills.
Kahl's tongue pushed some of the water around in his mouth, and he recreated his much-practiced technique of underwater oral stimulation. His head bobbed up and down my shaft, soft lips closed around my girth. I moaned again, holding his head as he pleasured me. My tail rubbed back and forth over Kahl's stomach, the tip grazing his member with each slow wag.
He brought me to the edge of climax twice, slowing both times before I could finish into his maw. I wanted to taste him, and thought so to him. He exhaled through his mouth, continuing to blow a jet of water on my flesh as he pulled away from me slowly.
I tread water again while Kahl circled me. As he swam along side me, I wrapped my arms around him and he dove under. I held my breath and shut my eyes, holding myself to him. He broke the surface next to me and we kissed. I took a breath and pulled Kahl's hips to mine. I held his dorsal fin as he took us under. I equalized my ears as he pulled us to the bottom, my paw caressing down his chest before wrapping loosely around his cock.
I heard him moan as I began to stroke him. I nearly moaned myself. Every ounce of pleasure Kahl experienced in my touch, I felt as well. I twirled around and nuzzled at his stomach. His fingers stroked through my fur, which feathered out weightlessly in the current.
My lungs beseeched me for air as I opened my maw, the briny water filling it as I closed my lips around Kahl. He pushed off of the bottom with his tail and we drifted to the surface slowly while I bobbed down his length. I bucked my hips as I felt him feel my lips slide down that sensitive flesh.
Kahl had to pull me off as we surfaced so I could grant my lungs their request for air. I panted until my breathing stabilized, my arm wrapped around Kahl's back under his dorsal fin. I traced over his genital fins with my free paw as his arousal pulsed just below the surface. I caressed down between his thighs along the underside of his tail, fingers brushing over his anal slit several centimeters behind the base of that shaft.
I pushed Kahl's torso up and he arched back, submerging his head and taking a deep breath of saltwater, flushing it out his gills. His tapered length poked out of the water and I licked at him. Without the saltwater, he tasted subtly sweet.
The stimulation I gave Kahl felt unreal as I slid him into my eager maw. The lubricant he leaked stayed slick despite small waves washing it over us while I fellated him. He rubbed my ear and panted water into his mouth and out his gills.
Kahl telepathically urged me to hold back every time I felt him get close. He shared with me his desire to consummate our intimacy. I paused as he leaked another bead of the bittersweet lubricant onto my tongue.
'I want to be inside you, foxy.' Kahl's dictated thoughts were accompanied by a passionate desire.
I withdrew him from my maw and pulled his head out of the water to press my lips to his. 'Gods, yes!' I thought, matching his lust.
CHAPTER FIVE
I kissed his soft lips again, careful to not explore his maw too eagerly with my tongue, wary of his sharp teeth. My tongue was met by his rough one and I held myself to his sleek form. I slid my paws down his back to either side of his dorsal fin. Kahl's arousal compounded my own. I stopped my paws on his rump-cheeks, between which his sinewed tail sprouted. His emotions played off mine, and the pleasure we felt from each other's touch multiplied. Our shafts pressed against one another as they throbbed.
Kahl swam us to the corner of the tank. I panted, breaking from the kiss as his hands cupped around my own rump, giving it a squeeze. I giggled and licked his rough nose with my long flat tongue. He lifted me by those furred ass-cheeks, slipping underwater himself.
"Hold the rim, sexy foxy." Kahl dipped his snout out of the water. I did as he expressed, and leaned down, giving his lips another short kiss.
As I held the corner rim of the tank, I felt Kahl's tapered tip rub between my thighs. I let out a small "yip!" of surprise at the slickness of his shaft through my fur. His sharp teeth delicately traced through my chest fur and I shuddered. He lifted my legs around him and I braced against the rim. His slick tip rubbed at my taint and I moaned softly. He smeared his underwater lubricant onto my tail-hole.
The slender tip eased through my ring and I exhaled as I stretched around him. His tail kept a steady motion pushing through the water, giving just the right amount of pressure as he pulled himself into me. I closed my eyes, feeling Kahl's sensation of my tight tail-hole around his shaft as it penetrated. Kahl and I both moaned together as he hilted into me. I squirmed a little, getting used to feeling the sensations of both the penetrator and the penetrated at the same time.
He squeezed my rump-cheeks again once I was comfortable with him inside me, before he started thrusting slowly. Strokes of his tail pumped him up into me. I panted as I rode that sleek and slippery rod. It filled me over and over, and each thrust sent a jolt of Kahl's pleasure to me as well. As before, our pleasure compounded upon one another's and I felt many more times pleasure than I ever had before.
My hips rocked in rhythm with Kahl's thrusts. I bobbed in the water as his hands guided my rump onto his hips.
I held my breath and dunked my face under the surface. I blinked several times and looked into Kahl's amber eyes, our combined stimulation bringing me close to climax. His drew near as well, and he thrust into me with more urgency. He leaned up and kissed me as I continued to hold my breath. I held my lips tightly to his, our pleasure swelling.
I squirmed and he writhed as he pounded into me, the swelling of my knot nearly unbearable. I came, and his climax immediately followed. The immense pleasure of both of our orgasms exploded over my entire body. Kahl broke our kiss and moaned. I coughed out the air I was holding into the water. For another breathless moment, that pleasure increased in intensity exponentially. Kahl continued thrusting and my body convulsed a second time before I managed to pull my head out of the water, shooting another load of my seed into the water.
I gasped and held around Kahl's hips with my legs, recovering from my double orgasm. Rivulets of water ran down my face in as I panted. Kahl's nose broke the surface and he panted as well, sucking water into his mouth and out his gills, creating a small whirlpool every time he inhaled. I pressed my nose to his. It did not create as strong of a tingle as my paw did, but I still felt Kahl feel a funny sensation there.
He lifted my rump off his hips, and slid out of me. I moaned again softly, the tip of my snout still pressed down to his.
We briefly kissed again, half underwater. Kahl drifted down and I floated at the surface face down, holding my breath and looking down through the water at him.
Kahl smiled at me, hovering about half a meter below me. I gazed at him, admiring his sleek form, for as long as I could. I rolled over exhaling and floated on my back, breathing deeply. Kahl's fingers slid through my fur around my middle and closed about my stomach.
Kahl's nose grazed my cheek. "Wow, foxy." He spoke it underwater.
I merely murred as his fingers began to rub my stomach. I stroked his arms. We floated like that for a long time.
Afterwards, we retrieved my clothes from the bottom of the tank where they had settled and Kahl shared with me some knowledge about the locked cabinets lining the wall. A dryer and entire laundry station hid behind one of the doors. I was able to dry off my clothes without issue.
"How long will you be here, Kahl?"
He wore a breathing apparatus that was behind one of the locked cabinet doors. It pumped water through a hose into his throat and collected it again for re-oxygenating once it passed through his gills. We sat next to each other on folding chairs I found behind another door and waited for my laundry to finish drying.
"I haven't quite decided yet." My fur was still damp as he patted my thigh. "However, once I leave, would you like to come with me?"
My heart started to race before he even spoke the words as I anticipated them. My emotions were too powerful to comprehend. "I ... I don't have to decide right away?"
"Of course not, foxy. I know how much you would be leaving behind, but the invitation still stands." He smiled. "We have plenty of time to figure it out."
We smiled at each other, and both planned on making the most of our time together.
THE END