Sweepers

Summer was in full swing. Even in the early evening, temperatures reached upwards to 30 degrees celsius. The sun cast its scorching rays down onto the land, and there was not a single cloud in sight. Those who were not lucky enough to be cooling down at the pool or enjoying a refreshing drink were suffering under the relentless sweltering heat. Sharktooth placed her hand on her neck and popped her head to the side as she walked down town. Sweat drops ran along the dark green earth pony’s face and seeped down to her chest.

It was times like these that she sort of regretted not wearing skirts, or even shorts for that matter. No, she was adamant about her choice in wardrobe. Her blue jeans hugged her well toned thighs and calves tightly but widened around her ankles to partially cover her heavy work boots. As much as they suited her, they did cause her to suffer on hot days such as these. At the very least, her black tank top did provide some relief, but she had taken off her leather fingerless gloves a long time ago. They only made thing worse unnecessarily.

“Blimey, it’s fucking hot,” she said through her sharp, shark like teeth. It was these gnashers that made a lot of ponies turn their heads. Sharktooth was, despite what her name suggested, not a shark, nor an actual hybrid as far as she knew. She just ended up with the teeth somehow. A birth defect perhaps, or a dormant gene stored away in one of her parents that got carried over to her and became active. That, or her mother had something to explain. Whatever it was, when her parents saw what kind of teeth she was born with, her name was quickly decided. Not that she complained; she liked the daggers in her mouth, but they tended to catch people off guard.

That being said, even when her mouth was closed, people passing her by still looked back over their shoulder regularly. The colour of her mane and tail could only be described as an inferno. Yellow near the roots, then fading into orange and eventually red towards the tips. This unusual colouration was only accentuated by the wild style she went for. Spiky and messy, with a lone lock starting from behind her left ear and hanging in front of her shoulder. Most notable was the shark fin like shape it took just above the back of her head. Whether that was a lucky coincidence or a conscious stylistic choice only she really knew. It was not like she ever talked about her visits to the barber shop.

Another reason why she turned heads were her eyes; red irises that turned yellow around her vaguely cat like pupils, another anomaly that she had no real explanation for. She guessed she was merely a freak of nature. Her sister certainly didn’t inherit any of those traits, she looked fairly normal. At least, she used to.

Lastly there was her physique. Sharktooth was quite ripped for a female. Her abs were very toned and rock hard, her back muscles defined and her biceps bulging. A scar ran through her left eye and another across her abs. All of that was it though, the reason why she caught the eye of so many ponies, for better or for worse. A scary looking street punk that appeared to have been in a few tussles in her time. Her pierced ear and tongue, a tattoo of a shark head on her left shoulder and 3 gills tattooed on both sides of her face only drove the shark punk motive home. She looked positively dangerous!

Sharktooth huffed from the heat and lit herself a cigarette. She walked further down the street, ignoring the occasional glance in her direction, until she reached the main reason why she was out in this ridiculous weather. The beach and the wide blue ocean were spread out before her, and it was a sight to behold. The water glistened beautifully in the sunlight, and the cool sea breeze brushed through her mane and past her body. A small smile formed on her face as she took it all in. The air smelled and felt so good. Some may have come to the conclusion that it was because of her shark like features that she loved the ocean this much, but that may have been a bit of a stretch.

Besides, Sharktooth did not come here to sunbathe or play in the water. She was not on vacation, and as such, she did not bring a swimsuit, a mistake perhaps in hindsight. What brought her here was her dry throat, and what better place to booze up than in the close proximity of the ocean, at a beach resort. Sharktooth had time to kill before her next job tomorrow, and she was gonna make the most of it.

Her partner Vertigo wasn’t able to make it since she had work to do herself, or that was her excuse at least. It was perfectly possible she simply found something better to do and ditched her just to fuck with her. If it was possible to strangle her through the phone, Sharktooth probably would have. That broad did get on her nerves from time to time. Fair enough, she figured, she was perfectly capable of spending time by herself.

Now she just needed to find a nice place that wasn’t too crowded. Evidently, the weather spelled good business for the bars around Trample Bay and the beach was well filled up. Ponies of all ages and kinds catching sun rays, splashing water around, building sandcastles and all the other things one would do at a beach with as fine quality sand as this one. She walked along the coast, keeping her eyes peeled for a good spot, having another smoke along the way.

One place caught her fancy a bit further ahead. A modest, rustic looking establishment right next to a pier. It was actually on the beach; a wooden shack of some sort with a terrace on which the outdoor tables stood. It was secluded from the big crowd and looked quiet enough.

Sharktooth walked down the steps to beach level and flicked her cigarette away. There were a couple of ponies seated on the terrace, drinking and talking. When she got closer she took note of what they were drinking. Colourful drinks in fancy glasses, dressed up with fruit, tiny umbrellas and with plenty of ice. She must have stumbled upon some kind of cocktail bar. Interesting, but sort of worrying at the same time. Sharktooth shrugged and took a seat on the bench at one of the free tables, in the shade of a parasol. If it was not to her liking she could always leave.

She quickly noticed there was no drinks menu on the table she chose, but that hardly mattered. She had just barely settled down when a waitress walked out of the bar and headed toward her. She must have noticed her immediately as she sat down. She was carrying a service tray with one hand with an interesting looking blue drink on it.

When the waitress got closer, Sharktooth’s eyes widened a little. A couple of things about her were...kind of unusual. Her body was lime green in colour, light brown mane and similarly coloured eyes, she wore a light yellow dress that stopped near her upper thighs and showed off a decent amount of cleavage. That, however, was not what was unusual about her.

She did not have a regular pony tail, instead a long, moveable appendage that ended in a tail fin, the same colour as her body. Not to mention, the dorsal fin on her back and the relatively pointed muzzle. When she reached Sharktooth’s wooden table, she smiled warmly and when she opened her mouth to say something, she could see it. A row of sharp, serrated teeth that sparkled in the sunlight. She was a sharkpony, a real one! A very rare, exotic race that Sharktooth had never seen before.

“Hello, welcome!” she said politely and with a smile. “Would you like to see the price list?”

“A-ah, yeah, thanks luv,” Shark said as she was pulled out her daze. The lime green sharkpony took a folder from her tray and handed it to her. Before she opened it and before the waitress could leave, she inquired about the drink on her tray. “Pardon me, but that drink, what’s it called?” she asked while pointing toward it.

“That one is called ‘Electric Blue’. Just a moment.” She used her free hand to open up the drink menu to the appropriate page and pointed at it. “That one.”

Sharktooth gasped a little internally when she looked down to where she was pointing. “Thanks. I’ll just...have a look for a bit.”

“Oh, of course. Take your time, I’ll be back later.”

With that, the waitress turned around and walked off to serve other customers and whatnot. Sharktooth couldn’t help but glance back at her. Not every day you come across a sight like that, and she didn’t just mean her curvy figure. The way her ass swished from side to side as she walked was certainly fun to watch, and her short dress made the sight all the more enticing, but the fact that she just met an actual sharkpony kind of blew her mind. For obvious reasons, she immediately felt some sort of connection to her, and she wondered if maybe she felt the same way.

Shark shook it off and brought her attention to the price list, and she frowned. It was obvious this joint focused mainly on cocktails, but those prices… They were a little...excessive, she felt. Was she really willing to blow this much money on something she may not even like?

“Bollocks to that…” she muttered under her breath.

Luckily, after some browsing she found out they served some of the more standard beverages as well, for the less adventurous or wealthy types such as herself. She figured maybe starting out with a beer first to quench her thirst was a good idea, before moving on to scotch or something like that. Sharktooth was perfectly capable of holding her liquor, and she rarely suffered from hangovers, so she was not really worried about overdoing it. Still, somewhere she was still considering trying this ‘Electric Blue’, because it did look tasty.

“Have you made your decision, miss?”

Before Sharktooth knew it, the waitress was already standing at her table again with the usual smile, taking her aback a little. “Oh, yeah, I’ll just have a pint to start, thanks.”

She jotted down a quick note before excusing herself. Sharktooth reached for the ashtray on the table and placed it closer to her. She was taking another smoke from her pack when some loud chanting made her ears perk up. She turned her head to see a group of rather lively stallions wearing swimming trunks settling down at a table by the edge of the terrace. There were 4 of them, obviously already drunk, laughing out loud at Celestia knows what. Just a bunch of frat boys partying or something like that. Their rowdiness was already getting on Sharktooth’s tits, but there was no reason to cause a scene just yet. For now she just spectated from the corner of her eyes.

Before long, the lime green waitress returned with Shark’s order. She was impressed with how snappy she was with her service; at most other places she had to wait considerably longer. The dark green earth pony even humoured the thought of tipping her, not something she usually did. The cute sharkpony placed the beer and receipt in front of her.

“That’ll be 2 bits please,” she said, still with a smile. Shark paid her, but withheld the tip for now. After all, she’d probably still be ordering quite a few times during the evening.

“Here ya go,” she said dryly as she placed the coins into her hand, which she promptly put away. She gave a word of thanks and another smile as she moved on.

Immediately, Sharktooth took the receipt and studied it, not to confirm how much she had to pay, but for a different reason. After a few seconds, she found it, the name of the marine pony that helped her.

“Citrus Cocktail, huh…”

A smirk grew on Shark’s face. What an appropriate name to be working at a cocktail bar. She did begin to ponder the semantics of parents naming their child after an alcoholic drink, but that was neither here nor there. She must’ve been the one making those drinks in the first place. Her interest in at least trying them grew.

Shark took a nice, big chug from her beer. Feeling that cold, bitter liquid pass through her parched throat certainly hit the spot. Now if she could just spend the rest of the evening like this in peace, she’d be just fine.

What she heard next crashed into her mood like a wrecking ball. The activity to her left suddenly picked up again, along with a feminine yelp. Sharktooth clenched her eyes shut and scowled in annoyance before turning her head toward the noise.

“Come on, baby, I’m just playing around,” the dark grey furred earth pony laughed.

“Playing around? You sexually harassed me, and we don’t tolerate that here!” Citrus barked back. “And I’m not your baby!”

“Don’t be like that, it was just a little pinch, we’re not hurting anybody, it was a joke!” the red maned pegasus retorted.

Citrus didn’t find it funny however. She stood her ground, but tried to keep her composure. “I’m going to have to ask you to leave. If you don’t, I will be forced to call the manager.”

The group laughed in such a disrespectful manner it made both Citrus and Sharktooth sick to their stomach. Clearly they weren’t gonna heed Citrus’ warning. Instead, the burly grey earth pony grabbed Citrus by the arm and pulled her in, trying make her sit in his lap. Citrus wasn’t having any of it, and she began to resist, struggling to free herself from his grip. Once she wiggled one arm free, she swiftly slapped him across the face hard, forcing him to let go and causing the rest of his friends to cheer in amusement.

The disgruntled stallion shot up from his sitting position and gave her an angry glare. He was tall, over 6 feet in height and towered over the green sharkpony. Citrus recoiled and took a few steps back, her expression turning worried. “You fucking bitch!” he growled as he reached for the red glow on his cheek.

Meanwhile, Sharktooth quickly downed the rest of her beer and wiped her lips with the back of her hand. She sighed deeply and furrowed her brow. “Ah, fer fuck’s sake…” She got up from her seat and began to approach the scene that was about to get out of hand.

Citrus backed away from the now angry stallion who had assumed a posture that could only be described as threatening. The group still at the table was entirely riled up by this point too.

“Touch me again and I’ll scream!” she said in a nervous tone.

“Oh, you’ll scream!” he said as he balled his fist. He reached out to grab her, but at that moment, Citrus felt a strong hand grasp her shoulder from behind first. She was pulled backwards just in time, drawing a startled yelp from her and making her eyes go wide.

Sharktooth put herself between Citrus and her assailant, surprising the both of them. “You heard the lady. Fuck off and take yer mates with ya.”

Citrus was shocked at this new development. Her previously served customer just came to her rescue. She stood in a casual stance, one hand resting on her hip, the other hanging by her side. She looked so incredibly confident, and sure, she looked tough, but there was just one of her and four of them, so she couldn’t shake this bad feeling she had.

The grey stallion had a look of drunken anger in his eyes, and the rest of his cronies were starting to get up from their seats as well. They began to verbally mock her, making snide remarks about her appearance.

“Look at this carpet munching freak show, she thinks she’s pretty tough,” was one of the things she caught in the chatter.

Sharktooth remained calm and eyed every single one of them, balling her fist, then stretching her fingers again. “Why are you still here, chum?”

The grey stallion’s eyes grew vicious as he suddenly reeled his arm back and gave her a powerful backhand across her face. Sharktooth took it and her head cocked to the side. Citrus gasped in fright at this, and the other three exploded into gleeful disbelief at what their friend had just done. They were laughing, shouting things like “holy shit”. The smack was so loud it made everyone else present at the bar wince. That was when Sharktooth started laughing, quietly at first, but louder as she began to turn her head forward again.

“The fuck was that?” she smirked. “All mouth and no trousers you are.”

He could only stare in disbelief as her toothed grin grew wider and wider, and he could’ve sworn he saw her eyes glow. “Hit me again, ya bloody jock, and put yer back in it this time!”

Citrus couldn’t believe what she was saying. Why would she egg him on like this? The troupe of troublemakers didn’t hesitate to rile their friend on however, they even made it perfectly clear they wanted him to actually punch her this time. The stallion flexed his muscles and reeled back again, this time delivering a full blown knuckle sandwich against her facade. The blow felt so much more powerful this time, so much so that Citrus covered her eyes with her hands.

Sharktooth stumbled back, drips of blood fell down by her feet, but to everyone’s absolute amazement, she was still standing. The grey coated ruffian’s mouth was hanging open. That punch would’ve knocked anyone out, let alone a girl, but there she was, that insane shark bitch was still grinning at him, blood dripping down from the side of her mouth.

“That’s the spirit… Now then, my turn.”

Shark lunged forward, and before he knew it, her fist connected to his face so hard it nearly merged with it. He didn’t know what hit him, literally. The moment her knuckles made contact, he saw a white flash, and after that, everything went completely black. The rest of the group’s chatter ended abruptly when they saw their friend skidding across the sand face first, coming to a stop several feet from the terrace. What followed were moments of complete silence. Even the rest of the patrons were left stunned at the mere sound of that bone crunching blow.

“What the fuck?” the male pegasus said quietly after several seconds.

Sharktooth retracted her arm and popped her knuckles, glaring at the rest of them. They stared back at her, then back to their friend out cold in the sand.

“Do you think he’s dead?” one of the others mused.

“Unless you wanna join him, I suggest ya go get yer mate, get outta here and never come back,” Sharktooth said calmly. “And ya better hope I never see yer mugs again.”

Without question, all three obeyed her, picking him up by his arms and dragging him away. Shark kept her eye on them for a while longer until they were out of sight before turning around to face a positively shocked Citrus. Her eyeballs nearly popped out of her sockets they were so wide open. Shark cleared her throat.

“You okay luv?” to which Citrus nodded.

“T-thank you so much!”

“Well, I explained everything to my manager, and since I was almost at the end of my shift anyway, he let me off a bit early. Thank you again for your help earlier.”

Citrus was sitting opposite of Sharktooth at one of the terrace tables. It was getting a little later in the evening, so it was slowly starting to cool down. Shark had a piece of cloth that she pressed against her bleeding lip.

“Don’t mention it, I was getting brassed off with them tossers anyways.”

Citrus gave her that same cute smile she was already becoming familiar with and she hummed softly, then cocked her head sideways slightly. “But why did you let him hit you like that? You could’ve taken care of it right from the start.”

“Gets me pumped up, I suppose. It feels better to pummel someone when they’ve already taken a few swings at me.”

“I...see… Well, I may be off for the day, but if there’s anything I can do for you, anything at all…”

“Anything?” Sharktooth asked carefully, to which Citrus smiled and nodded. She looked off to the side, a little bit embarrassed to say it. “Well, see, there’s this one thing I kinda wanted to try, but…”

A few minutes later.

Sharktooth couldn’t help but feast her eyes on it. It was dripping wet, forming puddles on the table, and the mere sight and smell of it made her salivate and gulp hard. It was beautiful, absolutely stunning. She wanted to savour this moment for as long as she could.

“You haven’t even tasted it yet,” Citrus giggled.

Shark nodded, brought her face closer and began to suck on it. The moment her tongue came in contact with it she got goosebumps all over her body. The taste was unlike anything she’d ever experienced before.

“So, what do you think?”

“It’s delicious!” she said the moment her mouth dislodged from the straw. This Electric Blue cocktail was one of the best drinks she’d ever had. It was delightfully cold, with an aftertaste somewhere between sweet and sour. It was a shame they were so expensive, because she could see herself getting hooked on these.

“Hehe, thanks, I mixed it myself,” Citrus said proudly. “So, I don’t think I’ve seen you around. Are you on vacation?”

Sharktooth shook her head. “Business,” she replied, before putting the straw in her mouth again.

“Oh? What kind of business?”

“Can’t tell ya,” she said from the side of her mouth, realising she probably already said way too much.

This made Citrus raise her eyebrows. “Why not?”

“Cause I ain’t allowed.”

Her mysteriously short answers were making Citrus extremely curious. “What, are you some kind of secret agent or something?” she laughed.

Sharktooth looked into her eyes as she swallowed the drink in her mouth. “You’re pushing the issue, sunshine. I can’t tell ya unless you’re willing to join, and you ain’t, trust me. It ain’t pretty.”

Dozens of questions began buzzing around in the lime green pony’s head, but for the sake of this conversation and herself, she decided to change the subject. “So how did you get that scar?”

Shark pointed to the dark green scar on her face. “This one? Bar brawl got out of hand. Some sod pulled a knife on me and almost took my eye out.”

“I see…” Citrus’ eyelid began to twitch. She began to wonder just what kind of pony she was dealing with here. Everything she learned about her so far made her seem like the scariest person she’d ever met, except she was kind of friendly and laid back. If her personality was colder, she’d have already ran off screaming, but that was not the case. She had this nagging sensation that she wanted to learn more about her. She finally gave her a smile. “Hey, Sharktooth, would you mind if I...drank with you?”

The smirk the dark green street shark returned to her told her that she had no objections, so without further adieu she got herself something too. From that point on they chatted for the rest of the evening, knocking back several drinks along the way. They talked about how fascinating it was for both of them to run into someone with such similar features, although Sharktooth assured her she was no sharkpony herself. Beyond that, they talked about their interests, hobbies and other smaller curiosities. As the sun began to set, the beachgoers began to vacate the area and business began to slow down for the day, Citrus was now sitting next to Shark, significantly blitzed at this point. Even Sharktooth, with her high tolerance, was starting to feel the alcohol numb her brain. Citrus eventually brought her attention to the piercing in Shark’s tongue that she caught glimpses of before.

“Can I...take a closer look at it?” she asked, after which the street shark stuck out her tongue, giving her a good view of it. Something else was revealed to her in that moment. Her tongue was long, much longer than she first thought. As she stared at it, as well as the small metal orb decorating it, she couldn’t help but become a little bit flustered.

“So, you got any piercings anywhere?” Shark finally asked.

After this question, a deep red blush formed on Citrus’ face and she started to shift in her seat embarrassed. “I do,” she answered sheepishly.

The way she behaved and answered got Sharktooth very intrigued. She smirked and raised one eyebrow. “Where?”

Citrus took another shot of liquid courage and giggled. She leaned in and whispered into Shark’s ear. As she did though, she leaned her entire upper body against her in a fit of drunken joy and early stages of arousal.

“Bloody hell, I reckon you ain’t gonna show me those, are ya?” The answer she got out of that made her raise her other eyebrow as well.

“Maybe…”

Perhaps it was the liquor getting to Shark’s head and she was imagining it, but was Citrus giving her some serious bedroom eyes when she said that? The only thing she could utter at that moment was a confused “errrr”, and that’s when Citrus began to eyeball the rest of her body. She focused on her visible abs first, then her large, firm breasts wrapped tightly in her tank top. Both fell into an awkward silence, as Shark’s eyes wandered down to Citrus’ chest and before she knew it, her eyes were glued to her cleavage.

Shark’s eyes went bigger than ever before as Citrus leaned closer to her again. Now she could see ever deeper down her dress, not to mention, she was now right in her face. Shark’s stare rapidly switched between her boobs and her eyes and her mouth hung halfway open.

“Can I see your...piercing one more time?”

“Wh-what for?” she stuttered.

“I just like how it looks,” she said very matter of factly.

Hesitantly, Sharktooth drew her tongue from her mouth once again. Citrus smiled big, and in an act of drunken lust, she pushed her own tongue against hers.

Sharktooth went beet red, a feat incredibly rare for her. A shock went through her body, yet her first reaction was not to pull away. She could feel the warm air of Citrus’ heavy breathing on the inside of her mouth as she wiggled her tongue, grinding it against hers. Shark’s wide eyes scanned her surroundings. It was pretty late, the sun had set, so most people had already left, but there were still a few since the bar was still open. Luckily, the only ones still sitting outside were a distance away and had their backs turned to them. They were too busy talking to notice what was going on behind them.

As Citrus’ hand began to caress Shark’s stomach, the dark green one pulled away from the tongue kiss. “O-oi, you work here, remember?” Citrus blinked at her a few times, then looked around and only then did she seemingly realise.

“Oh, yeah, I do…” she muttered with a slight giggle. She got up from the bench and grabbed Sharktooth by the wrist, prompting her to follow her. Shark merely grunted, not sure if she was on board with this.

Citrus lead her to the other side of the pier, away from any prying eyes. There was a light source nearby, so they weren’t in complete darkness. Citrus turned to Shark and reached for the shoulder straps of her dress when the other spoke up.

“Listen, I don’t know if we should-”

“Do you wanna see them?” she said and pulled the straps to the side. Her light summer dress came loose and slid off her chest, revealing a small bikini top underneath. Sharktooth’s flustered expression resulted in Citrus giving her the most adorable smile she could hardly resist. She now had a better view of her buoyant breasts as they slightly bulged from the edges of her multi coloured, tropical bikini top, and even with the faint light, Shark could see the contours of her nipple piercings poking through. They were ring shaped, that much was certain.

She let go of her dress and let it slip off her body entirely, showing off her identically coloured bikini bottom. Well, it was more of a thong, one with a pretty deep cut that didn’t leave a lot to the imagination. She stepped out of her dress that was now in the sand and leaned against the wall of the pier, stretching her body out seductively.

Sharktooth scratched the back of her head. She tried to avert her gaze, but she couldn’t keep her eyes off her. “Bloody hell luv, you really wanna do this, don’t ya?” Citrus responded by merely smiling at her. “Well, sod it then!”

Shark briskly walked up to her and grabbed her right tit with one hand, while reaching around her with the other, squeezing her soft, bouncy ass. Citrus gave a stifled moan, cocking her head backwards. They way she groped her so suddenly and strongly already sent ripples of pleasure through her body. The only thing she could do was wrap her arms around her and dig her nails into her muscular back, while Shark’s long and nimble tongue began to work the side of her neck.

Citrus’ moans became more pronounced as Sharktooth’s powerful hand began to knead her large, soft breast and she began to bite her lower lip. Then she reached her hand into the cup of her top, taking out her heavy breast in its entirety. Shark didn’t bother to look at it yet, she kept her muzzle buried into her neck, her right hand playing with her newly freed boob, and the other hand grabbing her ass, even pulling at her bikini bottom in a teasing manner. She was pushing Citrus closer and closer to the edge, and soon she wouldn’t be able to take it anymore.

“Ohhh, Fuck!” she cried out. She was like putty in Sharktooth’s hands. She absolutely loved the dominant stance she took and how she played her body like an instrument, but she wanted her to do so much more! She was drowning in lust and her pussy was completely soaked, burning and screaming for attention. She simply had to take matters into her own hands somehow.

She brought her hand to the one Shark had on her ass and guided it, goading her to hook her thumb around the band of her thong and pull it down the side of her leg. Sharktooth followed her lead, using both hands to pull her bikini bottom down to her knees, meanwhile Citrus pulled her top up over her tits and threw it to the side. Her large, plump breasts bounced freely as she kicked away her bikini bottom that had dropped down to her ankles. Sharktooth was now crouching as she stood before her completely naked. She looked up at her, marvelling at how beautiful she looked with the subtle lighting reflecting off her skin. She finally saw the piercings in her darker shaded nipples, a small gold coloured ring in each. Citrus looked down at her, her breathing laboured, her chest heaving and her hands shaking of excitement and anticipation.

Shark’s eyes lowered down to Citrus’ crotch, which was now very close to her face. She was so very wet, to the point of her juices dripping down onto the sand below. Even her mound and her inner thighs were coated in the stuff. Shark leaned in, placing her tongue onto her pubis, giving her a big lap before circling it with the tip of her tongue.

Citrus groaned and placed her hand on top of Shark’s head as her teasing continued. She was so close to her needy pussy, she just wanted to push her head down, just a tiny bit. She wanted to feel that tongue in her special place so badly, but she fought the urge and let her do her thing for now. Then, while Shark’s tongue was playing around on her mound, her hand reached up to her inner thigh. She softly squeezed and caressed it, before running her fingers over her soft, puffy outer labia.

The light green shark mare was losing her mind at this point. Shark’s teasing was excruciating, yet so pleasurable. Her juices began to flow richly again, and Sharktooth took notice. Citrus leaned back against the wooden wall and pushed her pelvis forward, spreading her legs slightly wider. She whimpered in delight as Sharktooth’s fingers finally came in full contact with her slit. The dark green street punk felt just how critical her condition was as her warm pussy lube oozed onto her fingers and down to her hand.

Citrus moaned again, louder this time, and she grabbed Sharktooth’s mane harder as one of her fingers pushed its way inside. The wet sloshing sound it made was very audible, and a gush of her liquid was even ejected out as her middle finger burrowed into her honey pot. She began to move her finger in and out of her sopping wet cunt. Citrus’ back arched and she grabbed her own breast in ecstasy, squeezing it, pinching her nipple between her thumb and forefinger, even licking the top of it.

She eventually got to the point where she couldn’t take it anymore. She needed Sharktooth to eat her out, and she needed it now! She softly pushed Shark away, making her raise an eyebrow. Citrus stood up straight, walked towards a waist high wall a few feet away and lifted herself on top of it. She spread her legs wide, moving her pussy lips aside with two fingers. Her long fish-like tail wagged from side to side and sweat glistened all over her body in the faint light.

“P-please,” she started meekly and with a shudder in her voice. “Use your tongue.”

Sharktooth chuckled and approached her, placing her hands on her thighs. “As you wish luv.”

Citrus gave a cry of pleasure the moment her long, wet tongue touched her twitching snatch. Her legs immediately shocked and she leaned back with her hands placed flat behind her. However, she soon began to lose strength in her arms as well when Shark roughly grinded her soft, vigorous organ against her clit. The lime green mare moaned louder than she probably should have, considering they were still in public and there were still some ponies around. All the teasing her new friend just subjected her to put her extremely on edge, and she could feel her orgasm building up amazingly fast. Her arms gave way, and she was quickly forced to lean on her elbows instead, but even then they started to shake within seconds. Her head cocked back and she tried her very best to subdue her moaning and whimpering.

Sharktooth did not let up for a second. Her oral assault only intensified as she gave another big lick all over her quivering vagina, sucked on the pink inner labia and her clit, then prodded her orifice with the tip of her tongue, all in very quick and very aggressive succession. Up until this point, she had mostly been ignoring the signs of her own arousal to focus on Citrus, but now that her pheromones were flowing richly into her mouth, she started feeling more turned on than she ever did in her life up until this point. She snuck one hand down to her trousers and unbuttoned it, then reached inside to give herself a rub.

Citrus felt the pressure building up. Her body squirmed as Shark’s lively tongue thoroughly explored every millimeter of her lady bits. She had never gotten head from someone with a tongue piercing before, and it was certainly a unique sensation. Every time the hard, steel ball brushed against her clitoris it sent a shiver down her spine. Her thighs opened and closed uncontrollably, she got a strange feeling of pressure in her lower abdomen and her sharp teeth clenched together. She was getting so very close, and Shark could tell by her rapidly contracting pussy. But rather than simply continuing what she was doing, she wanted to give her one final push to truly make her explode. Without warning, she pushed her tongue inside of her joy trail, slithering and wiggling as far as she could go.

This sudden surprise move nearly caused the lime green mare to scream, but she caught herself by placing her hand over her mouth. Her tongue was so deep inside her, and it felt so wet, warm and squishy. It wiggled against her tunnel walls so nicely, even coming into contact with her G-spot. She then quickly reached her breaking point. Citrus’ body began to tremor violently and her vaginal walls spasmed out of control with such power it forced Shark’s tongue out. Her upper body lunged straight up first, then leaned backwards again. She gave another muffled, high pitch squeal and her pelvis lurched upwards.

Explode she did, just as Sharktooth intended, but even she was not prepared for the torrent of warm liquid squirting from her cunt, splashing her all across the face. The second one came so quickly after the first and with such power it flew right over her, splattering down in the sand several feet away. While Citrus’ body rumbled and twitched from the climax, Shark placed her mouth over her pussy to catch the rest of it. Her mouth was quickly filled to capacity, however, and the excess spilled down her chin in abundance.

After a few seconds, her eruption died down and her body slumped. In the immediate afterglow of her amazing orgasm, Citrus gasped for air desperately and her hand collapsed on her stomach. Sharktooth detached herself from her now incredibly sensitive slit with a mouth full of lady cum. She opened her mouth, letting it all pour out.

“Fuck me sideways,” she spoke, “That was…”

“Amazing…” Citrus finished her sentence in between panting. “Absolutely amazing.”

“I was gonna say hot, but that works too.”

Citrus pushed herself up straight, looking down at Sharktooth between her legs to see that her face was absolutely dripping wet. “I’m sorry, I should’ve warned you I’m a…”

The shark punk merely chuckled at this. “So, was that enough to get another drink from ya, luv?”

Both bursted out laughing at this. The lime green cocktail waitress scooted off the wall and put her arms around Shark’s neck, who caught her in her strong arms but let herself drop down onto the cooling sand so she was now sitting in her lap. “Maybe,” she answered, “but what about you?”

“Don’t worry about me, sweetheart. I’m good.” But Citrus shook her head at her.

She leaned her face in and licked her across the cheek, her warm tongue leaving behind a streak of saliva and lapping up her own juices. Shark responded by giving a soft groan and her ears twitched in delight. Citrus pushed her down on her back so she was now sitting on top her, her hands resting on and feeling up her well trained abs. They felt firm to the touch, rock hard and with the perfect curvature, the kind one would more likely see on a stallion rather than a mare. Indeed, there was something masculine about her, not just her muscles, but her mannerisms and her touch as well. She was rough and unrestrained, with a strong grip that lacked that typical female softness. She felt it again when Shark placed her hands on her hips and they stared into eachothers eyes.

That didn’t mean she didn’t have any feminine curves though. Citrus explored them with her hands, running them up her sides toward her chest. Her breasts were large, roughly the same size as hers, and she was no slouch in the chest department herself. Her hands traveled across the curves of her bulbous boobs, one the few parts of her body that felt soft. Once her hands climbed to the top, she pushed them down as if she was massaging them. They gave way like soft pillows, causing Sharktooth to clench her eyes shut and breathe sharply.

She then shifted her position and leaned her face in, running her tongue over her abdomen, and upwards until she reached the edge of her shirt. She took it in her mouth, gently biting down on it and pulled it upwards, over her breasts to reveal the black soft leather bra she wore underneath. How very fitting for her, she did not look like the type to wear typical lingerie at all. Still, they made her tits look very appetising, so she decided to stop wasting time and dug in. She pulled her bra to the side and helped herself to a mouthful of her big,voluptuous boob. Citrus sucked on the flesh, took her nipple into her mouth, licked it and even grazed her teeth against it gently.

“Ahhh… F-fuck!” The thuggish looking earth pony felt the sting against her sensitive part and it made her tighten her grip on Citrus’ hips. Her head cocked to the side and a small moan escaped her lips. There was a bit of pain, for sure, but she didn’t hate the sensation. If anything, her masochistic tendencies made her enjoy it.

While the younger sharkpony’s mouth was firmly pressed against Shark’s left mammary with an insatiable hunger, she vigorously squeezed the other. She still had one hand free however, so that one quickly found its way down the dark green mare’s unbuttoned pants. She felt the slick fabric of her panties and the wetness as she pushed her fingers against her pussy lips, and since she had already concluded there was no point in going easy on her, she pushed down hard.

Shark’s breathing grew sharper and sharper, and it didn’t take long before Citrus pulled the panties to the side and slid her fingers inside her hole. She could feel her muscles tighten as she did. Shark had one eye open and her teeth gritted as she moved one hand to the back of Citrus’ head, which was still feasting on her breasts like a hungry...shark.

She couldn’t believe it. Nobody had ever taken the reins on her like this before. Sharktooth usually was most comfortable playing the “male” role in situations like these, but never had she been treated like a woman like this before. She was even willing to throw all pretense out the window at this point. She wanted to moan like a bitch in heat, surrender to the urge to arch her back and writhe in ecstasy, cum like a real lady would, and most of all, embrace her feminine side for once. She brushed her fingers through Citrus’ light brown mane and gently nudged her away, allowing for her to lean forward slightly, kick off her work boots and remove her trousers completely, giving her friend more room to work her magic.

The two were now muzzle to muzzle, staring into eachothers eyes as Citrus began to steadily fingerbang her. Shark leaned on her elbows, her eyebrows were down-turned and she exhaled heavily through her open mouth. She was beginning to lose herself in the moment as more and more moans of pleasure began to emanate from her. Citrus could see it in her eyes too, those unique, somewhat scary but at the same time beautiful red and yellow irises and widened slits for pupils. They looked at her in a way she had not experienced up until this point. They looked desperate and wanting and had a sparkle in them they didn’t have before. She didn’t speak, but Citrus knew exactly what she wanted to say.

Simultaneously, they leaned their heads against each other, cheek to cheek. Shark’s hand reached behind Citrus’ shoulder, hugging her tightly as she began to moan and growl in delight close to her ear. The light green mare smiled and blushed, her lower spine tingling from the pleasant vibrations. Shark’s pussy was gushing at this point and contracting faster with each passing second. Her fingers picked up the pace and fucked her with increasing intensity. It was rapidly becoming too much for Sharktooth to bear any longer.

“Citrus! I-I’m gonna...” she uttered with a hoarse voice. The lime green shark just kept going and grinned slightly.

“Mmhmm?”

Sharktooth’s voice choked, trembling forth as she reached her climax. Her grasp on Citrus’ shoulder tightened and a wave of pleasure made her whole body shudder while her heart throbbed into overdrive. Her subdued cries went harsh as her pelvic region shocked, and she came all over Citrus’ hand. At the peak of it all, she leaned backwards and pulled Citrus down with her, her back arching one more time before she collapsed. What followed was silence, only broken by Shark’s heavy panting as her body twitched periodically.

Citrus laid on top of her, her head on her heaving chest, listening to her heartbeat slowly normalising. Every muscle in Shark’s body was relaxed now that she was in the afterglow stage. Her eyes were closed and her breathing soon turned back to the usual rhythm.

“So, how was it?” Citrus asked quietly.

“Blimey,” she responded, lifting her head up to meet her gaze. “I could use a smoke after that.”

Citrus chuckled, and they both shared a smile.

Sharktooth didn’t know exactly how to respond when Citrus placed another tall, well decorated glass of blue liquid in front of her on the table. She just stared at her with an arched eyebrow.

“Luv, ya know I was just joking before, right?”

“It’s the last call for alcohol, just take it. You’ve earned it.” Citrus smiled back at her sweetly as she sat down opposite of her at the table.

Shark gave a big great sigh, then shrugged her shoulders and began to sip on the straw, meeting that incredible taste once again. She pulled her wallet from her back pocket, causing the sharkpony to raise her hand at her.

“Wait, you don’t have to pay for it. It’s on me, really, it’s no big deal.”

“I know, but take this anyways.” She grabbed Citrus’ wrist and placed a bunch of coins in her hand. She looked at the content of her hand to see it was 10 bits. She looked up confused.

“It’s your tip. I was gonna give it to ya earlier, and I’ll feel bad if I don’t. You’ve been a splendid waitress.”

“Hehe, thanks,” she laughed with a wide smile on her face. “So, how much longer are you staying around these parts?”

“Not much longer I’m afraid. Got one more job tomorrow and then I gotta skip town.”

“I see,” she responded with a tone of disappointment in her voice. “Well, if you ever find yourself in the neighbourhood again, feel free to drop by. You’re always welcome here.”

This made the dark green shark punk smile. “Oh, I bet I am.”

Both of them shared a toothed smirk as they snickered at the in joke between the two of them, a dirty little secret they would carry to the grave.

The next day.

Sharktooth stood leaning against the wall near a boarded up window. It was still hot as fuck, especially out in the sun. A lit cigarette hung from her mouth as she studied a piece of paper in her hand. On it were specific instructions and a picture in the upper left corner. She crumpled it into her pocket and took a puff from her smoke. Her expression could only be described as stoic as she stood in wait. She couldn’t afford to let her mind wander too far, not easy after all the stuff that happened the night before. She had a job to do, and she had to stay focused, and keep her eyes peeled.

She saw someone approach from the corner of her eye, walking down the street. It was a stallion wearing a nice suit, somewhere in his 30’s, dark purple coat and black mane, his physique somewhere between burly and pudgy. A big, heavy set guy. Shark followed him with her eyes only as he passed her by.

When his back had just turned to her, she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. She took the cigarette out of her mouth and took out her phone. She got a message, from Citrus no less. When she opened it, she noticed there was a picture attached to it. A smile grew across her face.

“I’ll always be reminded of you whenever I have to make one of these :)”

She chuckled, looking to the side again to see that there was now a reasonable distance between her and the stallion. She put her phone away and placed the cigarette into her mouth again. With her hands in her pockets, she began to follow him.