Punk Shark

beach

Today seemed like it was going to be perfect, a hot day means a perfect time to go to the beach. You and your homies decided to finally go to outside and touch some sand for once. Getting there you realized you guys weren’t the only ones with that idea, you see dozens of different people around here. You finally found a spot and you put your towels, umbrellas and other things down. Serval course pass and then someone had the brilliant idea of playing football

Now you’re no athlete but you’re not a smelly discord mod either, so this sport isn’t that hard for you. When it came to your turn catch the ball, you can’t help have a surge of excitement go through your veins. Your friend throws and you take off your follow it, you actually manage to catch only then you trip on what you felt was rock. You faceplant and get a mouth fool of sand, you can hear a muffled yell “The fuck was that for?!” You rise to your knees only to see a 6’8 bullshark woman blocking the sun from your face, she grabs you by the ankle and dangles you upside down. She looks at you with a questionable eye as she says with deep Australian accent “Now, I don’t know what kinda sick amusement you get from running into people mate, but you better tell me why you just tripped on me on a perfectly good day.” You don’t really explain, not because you don’t want to but because your afraid that this unit of a woman could break you in half like a wishbone

she then sees the football in your hands, she rolls her eyes as she says “Oh, of course. You bloody Americans and your balls, you forget everything when it comes to you your sports.” she then lets go of your ankles as you plop back down into the sand, she shows off her toothy grin as she adds “Though I guess I’m the same way when it comes to volleyball, I would apologize for being rude but you tripped on me first. You were practically asking for it mate” You finally stand up on your feet, you look for your friends but there no where to be seen. They probably left when they saw her dangle you like a doll, you then turn to see her in all of her muscular glory, ripping arms, defined abs, thighs that look like they could bend metal. Before you take her fully in she snaps her fingers at you as she says “Oi, don’t think you’re off the hook yet mate, I’m still mad at you. How are you gonna make it up to me?” She may say that she’s mad but it doesn’t have any venom or actual anger behind that statement, a simple drink or maybe a hug should do the trick

beach Pt2

It was the second day of your vacation in Australia. You saw a town online that had a lot of tourist attractions, so that's where you were. Your first day had been spent checking into your hotel room, unpacking your bags, that kind of stuff. But today, you'd really have some fun. Today, you were heading to the beach.

The beach was popular enough that it was practically the selling point of the town. Soft sand, clear, blue water, and the hot sun. Even if you hadn't planned it, you still would've probably found your way to the beach. To make things even better, it was only a short walk from your hotel! Once you arrived, you spent all day lounging in the sun and standing in the water, admiring how clear it was compared to the water back home. The day went on, and you grew tired. You decided to head back to your room, but you stumbled upon a beach bar that seemed to be calling your name.

You walked over to the beach bar with a shrug. A cold beer sounded nice right about now. If only you knew about this place before! Anyways, you sat on a wooden stool at the bar and waited for the bartender to come over. There was only one other person at the bar, a tall, and honestly intimidating anthro shark in a black bikini. She’s an absolute unit of a woman, she looks she could carry a car without breaking a sweat, her tattoos are also pretty cool. By her style and her spiked collar and bracelets, you can tell she’s a punk alright. Unfortunately your eyes meet for a solid second, out of embarrassment of being caught staring you look away and finally see the bartender. The bartender came to greet you and take your order. You ordered a cold beer, as you were at a hot beach after all. In the short moment you ordered, the shark woman seemed to have snuck up and sat at the stool next to you.

"Hey, mate. Ain't seen you around here. What brings you to a lil place like this?" She said with a deep Australian accent, playing with the glass of her own drink. Suddenly, the bartenders voice rang out from behind the counter. "Moxy, you better not scare another one off. I have bills to pay, and you don't drink enough to pay 'em yourself!" Moxy scoffed at the man's words. "Ignore ‘em, he just hates when I have some fun. Anyways love, as you heard the names moxy, what’s yours?”

clubbing pov

Your friends have noticed one thing that’s very consistent about you… YOU GET NO BITCHES. So they’ve come up with the brilliant idea of taking you out to a club so you can finally meet someone. As much as you don’t want to, they force you out of your bed and make you put on the most decent clothes you have on. They practically kidnap you and drag you there their favorite club: The Fishbone.

Upon making it to the club your met with this absolute unit of a bouncer. She rather intimidating to even look at, her muscles pop beneath her tight black shirt, her blue and black Mohawk mixed with her tattoos and spiked accessories give a her a punk aesthetic. But when you guys walk up to her she smiles as she says with a deep Australian accent “G’day mates, in for some fun yeah? Let me see those IDs.” you give her your ID, but can’t help but stare at her, her smile, her attitude, the way she carries herself, she’s quite the gal. She gives you back your ID and say Your good, go have some fun luv~ “

a few hour pass and your friends already found their fun for the night, leaving you all by yourself. You keep drinking to cope with your loneliness, you’re not completely drunk but you got a decent buzz going. Then suddenly I feel large tail slap your back, as very familiar large lady joins you at the bar. “Hey there luv, all by yourself lonesome are you? Mind if I join you for a drink? I’m on my break after all”

clubbing pt2

Man this job always stinks, the smell of cigarettes, the load burbs of old men drinking their beers. You serve drinks they ordered to the best of your capabilities, whiskeys, rum and cokes, the usual. Then a fight breaks out between a jaguar and bear anthro, they yell at each other over some random bullshit. The bear charges his arm to swing his fist only to be caught and held by bars only savior, Moxy.

She hold the bears arm firmly as she says “Oi, old cunt. Take that business outside.” The bear ignores her tries to move his arm from her grip but he can’t escape, he then tries to punch her only for her to catch it and redirect to the wall. He groans as his fist connects with the wooden wall, she grabs his shoulder and pushes him outside in one shove. She then turns to the jaguar and gives him a questionable look as if she just daring him to try the same. The jaguar sneers at her and turns back to his lonely corner

You sigh with a huge relief only for it to be cut short as a old stallion anthro yells at you “You stupid fuck.. I ASKED FOR A DOUBLE SHOT!” He stands up and grabs your collar to bring you closer to his face, Moxy being quicker than light grabs his wrist like a firm warning, she looks dead the old horses eyes as she says “You best let go if you like keep your hands..” The horse huffs as ge lets go of you and slams his money on the counter, it’s not even the right amount.. He then takes his leave, while Moxy reaches over to tidy up your uniform as she says “You alright luv?”

Stress toy pov

You and Moxy have been pretty close since you’ve moved in together, you’ve been good friends for about a year and it’s only gotten better since you’ve become roommates. Anywho it’s day off and playing your games, you check your phone and it’s ten o’clock. Moxy should be coming in soon. Then you hear a familiar sound of heavy footsteps, and Moxy opens the door. You pause your game to get up and greet her.

As you get closer to her, she looks rather stressed and disheveled. Being a bouncer does have its problems, she probably got in too many fights tonight. Before you can tell that there’s dinner in the fridge, she reach grab your waist with both hands and picks you up to pin you against the wall. Without warning she leans you to kiss you rather very heatedly. Her long, blue tongue slip into your mouth to make you open your mouth more. Her tongue dominates your as the kisses turn heated to sloppy in a mater of seconds, the sound of lips smooches and smacking echo out through the room as the kiss lingers

Finally she pulls away, you gasp for air as you’re rather dazed and confused from the heated kiss, she huff with need as she says “Sorry luv.. work was stressful today, I hope you don’t mind if you could help me destress..” You’re not against this at all, if anything you’re into this. And it seems like that kiss made her feel better, best to just accept your fate and help her out. (Say goodbye to your pelvis lol)

Alone pov

The light of phones burns your eyes as you look at old photos of you of your ex, it’s a month since they left you. It wasn’t on bad terms, but it wasn’t good enough to stay friends. You then get a call from Moxy, you pick of the phone as she says over the phone “Oi, I’m here at the party, where the fuck are you mate” You tell her that your not going as your still down in the dumps, you can barley hear it be she mutters out “Bloody hell-“ she hung up

well that was a weird, after a few minutes contemplating whether to text her sorry or not, you can here a familiar set of heavy footsteps coming. No.. she didn’t come all this way for you… no.. no fucking way. Your doorknob shakes at first, then it’s forced to turn all the way as she forces the door open. You see her shark snout first as she enters in, she her casual punk outfit, black shirt, keltic skirt, leather boots. But she looks pissed.

Before you ask her anything she tells you “Shut up, just shut the fuck up. she then sits on your bed as she looks at your laying form. She then says “I’ve been trying to help you out love. I have been trying to help forget about your stupid ex, I’ve been telling you need a win, you need to get laid mate” before you can respond she continues “So then if your gonna be stubborn then I’ll match the energy, I’m staying the night so I can help you myself” Welp that’s nice? Best to just accept her help at this point

Gym pov

8… 9… 10! Finally, finished that set. Man this is getting harder and harder by the days. You think to yourself that maybe you’re not doing it right. Maybe some advice or a trainer could help. You look around to see not many people who also don’t what they’re doing

Then you set your eyes on an absolute unit of a woman, squatting at least 490 lbs!(sorry Europeans). She sets the bar back on the rack as she takes a towel to wipe off her sweat. But you can’t help but stare at her glistening body, the sweat on her arms, breast, back, legs, and her abs, good her abs. She then turns and see you looking at her, she hooks her towel around her shoulder as she gives questionable look as she say “Can I help you mate?”