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Finn's heart beat faster as he realized what had just happened.
"I'm an idiot," he thought, anxiously reloading his net gun.
It was his fault, really. Swimming away from his fellow divers to grab a couple extra pieces of treasure. Of course he swore to out due Shelly this time around. Of course. So here he was, alone, vulnerable, barely any ammo left, just waiting for a goddamned shark to come and maul him to death. He could feel his heart beating even faster, impossible as it seemed. He cursed, bubbles coming from his mouthpiece and floating up to the surface. Shit! There it was, a bullshark, gracefully but eerily gliding towards him. Finn swore, trailing the beast with his net gun.
He allowed himself the luxury of closing his eyes and taking a deep breath for just a moment to focus. He could do this. He'd be alright. All he had to do was net the over-sized fish and swim towards to the boat, and pray Stubbs didn't throw him back in the water. The shark was getting close, its dark outline steadily nearing him. The diver raised his net gun, trying to keep his hands steady. He loved sharks, he really did, but getting his arm chewed off by one - or worse - was not on his bucket list.
The creature was upon him. Finn pulled the trigger. Click! "Fuck! It's jammed. Bloody useless thing!" He didn't care if he was wasting air. With his net gun jammed he was already as good as dead. He closed his eyes and thought of his years of research. "Has it really all been for nothing? To die at the jaws of a shark, after all these years of study and dedication. Irony." His heart continued beating, fast and terrified. His chest hurt, and he could feel himself wasting even more air by hyperventilating. He wished the shark would just kill him now; it had already felt like an eternity to accept his death.
It felt like ages since he had closed his eyes before Finn dared to re-open them. He nearly had a heart attack when he did. There it was, a bullshark, huge and majestic and deadly, just barley out of arm's grasp, staring at him. The beast's eyes looked almost contemplative. Finn allowed himself deep breaths, as somehow, beyond his power it seemed, his trembling hand reached out towards the shark's snout.
The shark permitted his touch, much to Finn's shock. His hand shook furiously, but he moved it gently along the shark's nose, unsure exactly what he was thinking. The shark suddenly turned, and Finn resisted a scream. It had turned over, revealing its belly almost like a dog. "You're...letting me pet you?" The diver's hands were shaking, though now out of awe more than terror. The shark was letting him pet it! Her, actually, he noted as the animal wiggled in pleasure underneath his hand. Finn felt another emotion now, but this time from his crotch more than his heart. Carefully, slowly, he slid his hand from the belly of the shark to her nether regions.
He hesitated; he really ought to try and swim away from the violent, man-eating beast. But if anything, it appeared the bullshark was more sexually frustrated than violent. He breathed deeply, working up the courage to gently run his gloved fingers over the shark's genitalia. This new sensation made the otherwise still shark wiggle slightly, and for a moment Finn wondered if he truly was dead after all. But no, the shark almost seemed as if it was enjoying the stimulation. He ran his fingers over the shark's slit again, with the same pleasured wiggling moments accompanying it. "What in the actual fuck am I even doing?" he wondered, gently rubbing his hand back and forth on the creature's genitals.
He took yet another deep breath, and slowly pushed a finger inside the shark. It actually seemed to welcome the intrusion, its eyes rolling back in what could only be pleasure. Carefully but surely, Finn inserted another finger. He slid them out, and back in again. Despite the water the shark's entrance was slick with arousal. It must have been his imagination, but Finn swore the shark sighed in happiness.
But suddenly, she pulled away from his touch and turned to face him. He stared; was it finally going to kill him, even after this intimacy? He prayed to all that was holy he hadn't made a mistake. But then the bullshark swerved awkwardly, pointing her snout upwards, and then back at Finn, and upwards again. "I've finally snapped," Finn thought to himself. "I'm going insane. There is no way that shark is trying to communicate with me." But it truly seemed as if it was attempting to convey a message to him: swim upwards.
The shark began its ascent, and Finn, foolish as he was, followed her. Very much longer and he would run out of air anyway. He swam, feeling the flippers on his feet so inequitate to the gorgeous beast he was trailing. Maybe the other sharks would see his escort and leave him alone. Surprisingly enough, the shark did indeed guide him to the surface, with a small island of sand and dirt nearby. Finn wasn't sure what was worse; getting sexual with a shark, or being further away from the old man's boat.
But still, as it was, air was air. He breached less than gracefully, removing his mouth piece to breathe real, non canned air. It wasn't long before he reached the small island, sharks be damned. He methodically began tearing off his wetsuit. Dying of starvation or thirst was preferable to be eaten alive by a sea animal. In his fervor for real air he almost forgot about the female still near him. The damn shark had followed him to the shore of the island, seemingly waiting for him.
He panted, naked and free of his wetsuit, relishing the fresh air. He frowned at the shark it front of him, currently on its back, presenting its sex organs to him now. He realized with only slight horror he was erect. He tsk'd to himself, and waded back into the water towards the flesh and blood killing machine, gently stroking himself lest the arousal fade. The shark seemed ready for him, longing even.
The bullshark was overjoyed it seemed when he re-instituted the foreplay, gently fingering her and gradually working up to a rough, intense pace. Damn he was getting horny, which was disturbing, considering he had never felt this way with any of his human lovers. With a final surge of bravery, he thrust his penis into the beast's vagina, nearly screaming in elation. She felt good, much too good for a shark. He nearly whimpered, her passage was snug but not too tight; the perfect tautness to thrust into. Finn soon found a steady pace, and nothing mattered more to him than fucking this beautiful creature. He screamed when he ejaculated, filling the animal with his semen.
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Finn nearly destroyed his alarm clock when it finally rang, jarring him out of his slumber.
"Shit, morning wood again. I'm too old for this to happen," he thought to himself. He rolled himself out of bed, ready to begin his day.