Chapter 1 - Friday Night

Author's Note:

This story was an anonymous commission, and my first venture into the world of writing anthros. They were pretty fun to write, though I think I definitely need more practice. Crystal is supposed to have a tail and I definitely forgot about it for most of the story. Oops! Still, it's a fun time, especially if you like big, heavy dicks and furtive stroke off sessions that are juuuuuuust this side of being creepy. 

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The truck came to a stop, rocking slightly as the tires sank into the soft dirt of the driveway, leaving a pair of ruts that would need to be refilled and repacked at some point. Just… not now. There were a pair of groans as the doors to the truck swung open, fresh and crisp air rushing into the vehicle, carrying with it the heavy smell of pine and earth as the two occupants hauled themselves out of the cab and dropped down to the dirt. 

“I always think I can do the whole thing in a single go,” the driver said, grimacing as he planted his hands on his hips and arched his back, spine cracking as he tried to work the stiffness from his muscles. “But that last fifty miles is deceptively long and it sneaks up on me every time.” 

Despite his complaints, his deep voice was playful, a smile playing around the elk’s lips as he glanced over at his companion. He was a big man, a hair over seven feet tall even without measuring his antlers, his shoulders broad and strong under the flannel of his open shirt, a t-shirt beneath it stretched tight across a well-defined chest. His sleeves were rolled up to show thick, strong forearms that had, for the last twenty minutes, maintained a defiant death grip on his steering wheel. He had a handsome face, with a strong jaw and expressive eyes that glittered with playful malice as he watched the truck’s passenger stagger in a small circle, her legs seemingly asleep. 

“You feeling okay over there?”

“I will punch you and it will hurt,” his companion replied as she lay her back over the edge of the truck’s bed, trying to stretch it out as she grimaced. “I haven’t had a car ride longer than twenty minutes in the last four years, and then you go and cram me into that tiny little shitbox for five hours straight? How do you think I feel?”

“That ‘tiny shitbox’ is one of the biggest commercial vehicles available,” Tyler said mildly, amusement rumbling in his broad chest as he watched her back arch. It was a sight to behold if he was honest, and probably one he should have looked away from. 

Crystal was not a small girl, and right now her chest was straining her shirt as her back arched, thrusting her not-insignificant bust toward the sky as her face creased in a grimace of pain. Despite her complaints, she was the same age as Tyler and not at all geriatric as her complaining might imply. She was tall for a woman, well built and just over six feet, with a fair amount of definition. Like Tyler, she was dressed for the slight chill of spring, a dusty purple hoodie pulled on over a cut-up shirt that left her gills free, the pink slashes bright against the pale purple that made up the majority of her coloring. As she stretched her shirt rode up to show the cream color of her stomach, the faint lines of her abdominals just visible as she let out another groan. 

“And yet it started feeling small after hour two. I think I lost feeling in my legs not long afterward,” she groused. Despite her complaints, she wasn’t actually angry, but Tyler had driven straight through without a rest stop, insisting that it ‘wasn’t all that far, now’ and she felt he deserved to hear her thoughts about the matter. Repeatedly. And at max volume. 

Pushing herself off the truck, she cracked her neck, rolling her shoulders as she felt at least some of the tension bleeding away. No longer crippled by the drive, she felt free to look around for the first time as Tyler unlocked the gate of the pickup and began to roll the cover back so he could reach their things. It was a thick pine forest, the ground clear of any underbrush, buried beneath what had to be inches of fallen needles, a rusty orange blanket that covered practically everything in sight. The trees towered above, green boughs cutting off most of the light and hiding all but the faintest traces of the sky. What few spots she could see were still clear and blue, though the sun was beginning to sink. Or, at least, she thought it was, the pine woods were making it hard to tell. The air smelled of dirt and pine, with the barest trace of a breeze coming from back behind the cabin.

The cabin itself was… well, cabin might have been a bit generous. It looked rather like a big garage, which according to Tyler it was. He’d started with the garage when he’d been younger and money was a problem, trying to get it built so he would have a place to store things while working on the main cabin. Which was a fine idea, but these days time was far rarer than money, and he hadn’t had much of a chance to get any of the work done. One of these summers he’d take a few weeks off to wrangle the contractors and get the foundation for the main house laid. 

Any summer now. 

In the meantime, the garage had been turned into a serviceable enough cabin. It had electricity, and he’d thought ahead far enough to have a loft built up above the garage itself. It was insulated, and there were windows up in the loft to let the sun in, but it wasn’t exactly a luxury resort. Thank god he’d at least gotten the well dug and plumbed to the house, and the septic tank buried. 

“It’s not much,” Tyler said, catching her eyeing the ‘cabin’. “But it’s comfortable enough, and it’s far away from everything. Perfect for getting away.”

“Considering my cabin doesn’t exist, I’m not judging,” Crystal replied, reaching out to take her bag from him. Together they wrestled the cooler out of the truck, along with another box of dry food and various toiletries and supplies. 

“If you want to get it unlocked and the windows open, I’ll get the water turned on,” Tyler said. He dipped a hand into his pocket and fumbled around for a moment (and taking advantage to get the results of watching her stretch better tucked away) before pulling out a small ring of keys. He tossed it over, and the shark snagged it out of the air. Slinging her bag over her shoulder, she picked up Tyler’s duffel and headed for the house. 

The door stuck a little in the frame, and she had to shoulder it open, a thin band of light cutting into the dark space beyond. The lower floor of the cabin was still garage space, a workshop set up with some tools and a whole lot of old lumber that Tyler had gotten at a good price and really had meant to use for the rest of the house. The floor was concrete, and she could feel the chill coming off it as it retained the winter coolness that still lurked in the ground. Beyond that, she couldn’t see anything in the darkness.

“Is there a light in here?” she shouted, her voice bouncing off the trees as she groped a hand along the wall in search of a light switch. 

“High on the left,” Tyler called, and her groping hand found it, flipping it up. Nothing happened, and Crystal huffed a sigh even as Tyler shouted again. “You have to hit the breaker first.”

“And where’s the dumb breaker?”

“Back wall!”

“Well, what idiot designed that?” Grumbling to herself, Crystal dug her phone out of her pocket and hit the flashlight, holding it up above her head as she made her way to the far wall and the metal breaker box. It took a minute or two before she figured out which unlabeled breaker was the main and snapped it on, the lights came on an instant later, along with a low mumble of a TV or radio upstairs. Beside her a battered fridge hummed to life, the old motor rattling slightly as it chugged into operation. With the lights on, she could see there was a set of wooden stairs along one wall, heading up into the loft area of the garage and what was supposedly the temporary living area.

Heading back to the truck, she grabbed a pair of bags and headed upstairs, the wood creaking beneath her. The loft wasn’t luxurious, but it was homey and comfortable. Carpet squares had been laid across the wooden floor, and the walls were plain drywall. A battered old couch was sat in the center of the single room, facing one of the old, thick style televisions sat on a dresser. A game system back from when Crystal was a kid sat next to it, a handful of old cartridge games stacked next to it. There was a bed against one wall with a bare mattress that was worn, but unstained. A pair of big windows on opposite walls let the light in and would provide a nice cross breeze when they were opened. In the far corner was a door and a little cubicle room that jutted out into the loft, probably the bathroom. The ceiling was low and sloped on the sides of the room, and the whole place smelled faintly of mothballs and sun-warmed dust. It was… honestly, kind of cozy. A slightly rough little getaway that still managed to be comfortable.

Out the back window, she could see the lake down a hill from the cabin, the expanse of water sparkled a thousand shards of gold as the setting sun caught the waves. She could hear the distant growl of a boat motor, and a few faint wakes still rolling their way across the surface. There was a path leading from the rear of the cabin down to a fair-sized dock, though she couldn’t see a boat or anything. Tyler was halfway down the slope, following the overgrown dirt track, a bag of charcoal in one hand, and a battered kettle grill dragging along behind him. Pushing away from the window, Crystal carried the last two bags and a heavy, thick plastic case up to the loft area, dropping them on the carpet and heading back down to the truck. Tyler was on his way back up the hill and gave her a nod as she started rolling the cooler inside to transfer everything to the fridge.

"Take the hamburgers out," he called. "I'll get the grill started and we can have dinner down on the dock. Sun is going to be setting soon, and it's just cloudy enough to be gorgeous tonight."

Crystal gave him a thumbs up and headed inside, throwing the perishables into the fridge, and the dry food into a pantry cabinet next to it. Grabbing burgers, buns, and a handful of condiments, Crystal headed down to the dock, breathing deeply as the smell of the lake filled
her nose.

"So what do ya think?" Tyler asked as he poured some starter fluid onto the coals. "Need me to drive you to the nearest hotel?" His voice was teasing, but there was an undercurrent of uncertainty as he put the lighter to the coals, grinning as it went up with a -whuuuumph- and a fair-sized fireball.

"I like it," Crystal said. "It feels… I don't know, cozy? It feels like a cabin, not just a house on a lake."

"It's going to be a house on the lake at some point, I'm not going to put off the work forever," Tyler replied, giving her a look of pretend hurt. "But I know what ya mean. It feels a little like camping, but without the tent. Some of these places…" he gestured across the lake at what looked like a small mansion and Crystal nodded.

"Not really rustic at that point"

"Not at all. You wanna run back up to the truck and get some chairs?"

"Not like you're doing anything!" Crystal laughed, hands on her hips. "Why can't you run up that hill again, I just got down it and it's way steeper than it looked."

"The compact between man and grill is a solemn thing," Tyler intoned, his voice low and serious. "To step away now-"

Rolling her eyes, Crystal retreated up the slope shaking her head. Her thigh muscles were burning by the time she reached the top, the deceptive slope leaving her slightly out of breath. Damn, she needed to start running again or something, it wouldn’t have even phased her back in the day. Pulling a pair of folding camp chairs out of the truck bed, she turned around and headed back down to the dock.

"So you thought to pack two chairs, but only one bed, huh?" She teased as she reached the dock and started getting the chairs set up. Tyler’s ears colored as he watched the grill, not turning to look at the grinning shark. 

"Obviously you can have the bed," he said, perhaps just a little too quickly. "I brought clean sheets up in one of my bags, and I'm more than happy to take the couch."

"Smooth cover," Crystal teased, Tyler's face still a little red as he started slapping burgers onto the grill, busying himself with the small task to avoid having to make eye contact with the shark.

Soon the smell of meat was thick in the air, mingling with smoke and drifting out across the lake. The distant sun was starting to dip toward the horizon, brushing the treetops on the far side of the lake. The clouds above burned with pink and gold, a vivid display that stretched across the sky.

"Damn, that is pretty," Crystal said, breaking the silence as the burgers hissed and sizzled softly. "I'd say it reminded me of Venture Crew, but our campsites were never this nice."

“But we were always right on the lake,” Tyler protested.

“In the lake, when the rain came.”

"Surrounded by wildlife.”

“Being eaten alive by mosquitoes.”

The two laughed together, Crystal shaking her head as she remembered her days in Crew. Her adopted father had decided it was a good way to get her out of the house and away from everything, and for the most part, it had been a lot of fun. High Adventure camps, everything from canoe trips through the boundary waters, to week-long hiking trips, and even weekends spent camping out in the snow, the temperature in the deep negatives, all with a different group of faces than those she saw almost every day in school. Tyler had been her closest friend and the only one who wasn’t a Boy Scout and as well as part of the crew. They’d ended up together most of the time just due to being outsiders, and been friends before too long. He’d been interested, or at least willing to listen, to her talk about nerdy shit, and he’d been into some pretty cool stuff himself. A lot of their time had been spent a few dozen feet behind the rest of the group, just chatting on their own as the adults kept an eye on them. There’d always been at least one adult nearby, Crew was co-ed, but everyone involved knew all too well what kind of situations that could lead to if things weren’t well chaperoned. 

They’d *mostly* done a good job on that front. 

“God, do you remember that trip we took to Itasca?” Crystal asked, looking out over the lake with a smile tugging at the edge of her lips. “The mosquitos were so bad I thought they were going to carry us away. You could see clouds of the fuckers.”

“The flies were worse,” Tyler replied, with the cold certainty that came from having to comb tangled flies out of his fur. 

“And yet they never seemed to understand why we’d stay in our tent during leisure time. As if talking about some shitty fantasy novel would be better if we spent half the conversation flailing around."

"Thinking about those books less probably would have helped," Tyler replied. Crystal's taste in books had been awful, the young shark gravitating to the kind of cheap and quickly written garbage that companies pumped out to go along with their games, or movies, or shows. "I have to say, my reading habits definitely improved once we stopped hanging out and I didn't have to slog through some shitty, mass-produced 80's sci-fi novel every week."

"I can only apologize for not keeping the steady stream of crap flowing," Crystal laughed. "I should have at least been messaging you recommendations once we stopped seeing each other at Venture Crew."

The shark paused, her lips pursing and her eyebrows furrowed as something occurred to her.

"Why *didn't* we stay in contact?" Crystal asked after a moment, a frown crossing her face. "Facebook and shit was around back then, wasn't it? We should have stayed in touch."

Tyler was silent for a long moment, playing with his burger as he stared out over the lake. Very deliberately not meeting her eye. 

"I was kind of afraid of you," he admitted after a moment. "I mean, no offense, and we did have fun a lot of the time, but you were kind of a vicious bitch back in Crew. Once we graduated I just…. Didn't want to deal with it."

"What?" Crystal jerked back in her seat as if he'd slapped her. Turning to stare at the elk as he continued to look away from her, his voice hesitant and slightly apologetic.

"Like, I know you didn't mean it and that you were going through some rough shit, but… seriously, you were a stone-cold bitch so much of the time," Tyler continued. "You constantly hit me, teased me - fuck, you were more of a bully than most of the actual bullies at school."

"I…" Crystal swallowed hard, looking back at her memories of high school. She’d always enjoyed hanging out with Tyler, he was a cool dude and was lowkey into a lot of the same stuff she was. Sure, she'd teased him now and then about not having a girlfriend or being a nerd, but she was a nerd too! It had just been joking around between friends! But looking at his face told her that it hadn't all been in good fun, or at least hadn't felt that way to him. She'd seen them as friends, but… maybe that had been more of a one-way street than she thought. "So we were never friends?"

"I mean, I liked you, sure. And you were really the only semi-cool person in Crew, but… at some point, it just wasn't worth it. I had friends who didn't make me feel like shit so I just kinda… let myself drift away," Tyler shrugged.

There was silence as Crystal sat back in her seat, staring at her hands and trying to process that. He wasn't the only friend she'd had back then or even her best friend, but she'd always thought of them as fairly close back in the day. 

"Shit, dude, I'm sorry," she said eventually, huffing a sigh and rubbing tiredly at her eyes. Tyler started in his chair a little and turned to look at her for the first time since the conversation had started.

"Really?"

"Of course," Crystal said. "I'm not gonna try and tell you I didn't make you feel like shit, that's not cool. If I was an asshole to you, then you deserve an apology. I just… want you to know I didn't mean it. Or, at least, I wasn't consciously trying to make you feel bad. You're right, I was kind of a mess back then."

“I really appreciate that," Tyler said, giving her a slow and careful grin. 

"So why'd you even invite me up here if I was that shitty to you?" Crystal asked, reaching out to grab the uneaten burger off his plate, sticking a tongue out at him as he made a face of mock outrage. 

"Just when you claim to be sorry for being a bully!" He gasped, shaking his head in overdone sadness. "And I asked because you're cute and I was hoping you'd grown up."

"And what was your plan if I hadn't?" Crystal asked through a mouthful of purloined burger.

"Deny everything, claim I got a phone call saying I had to go back to the cities on Sunday due to work, and then block all your social media," he grinned. 

"It's a thorough plan, I'll give you that," Crystal admitted after a moment of thought. "Hopefully you won't have to do that, though."

"Nah, I appreciate your apology. Now, I figure I'll try to leverage all that guilt you must be feeling into a pity fuck."

Crystal choked on her burger in surprise, making Tyler break into laughter as she coughed and sputtered, the sound of the elk rolling away across the water. Still choking, Crystal held up a finger as the elk’s laughter doubled. And just like that the tension Crystal hadn't even realized was there was gone, bleeding away as the shark shook her head, managing to get a drink of pop to wash the stubborn burger out of her throat as Tyler chuckled and patted her on the back. Maybe things wouldn't be the same as they had been back in school, but maybe that wasn't such a bad thing. 

"Is that why you paid for all the food this weekend," Crystal asked, once she was no longer coughing for breath. "Just to say you bought me dinner first?"

"I'm the sort of gentleman who goes above and beyond," Tyler grinned, leaning back in his chair. "Not just dinner, but breakfast, too."

Crystal snorted. "I don't remember you buying me dinner that one summer camp."

There was an embarrassed silence and a horrible
thought slowly crept into Crystal’s brain. "That wasn't…. I didn't force that on you, did I?"

"What? Oh! Oh, God, no!" Tyler said quickly. Flushing hard beneath his dark fur. "Nothing like that, I just… fuck, I hadn't thought about that in years. I'd nearly forgotten about it."

“I hadn’t,” Crystal admitted. “It was my first kiss, honestly, and it wasn’t bad. Out under the stars, just the two of us, hiding from the adults in the hollow of that tree…”

"I was terrified they were going to find us," Tyler said slowly, dredging the old memory up like it was a diamond being pulled from a field of mud. "Especially when you didn't get mad when I rested my hand on your thigh. I thought for sure someone was going to pop out from behind a tree at any moment."

"That didn't stop you from moving your hand," Crystal teased. "It didn't stay on my thigh for very long."

"I didn't hear you complain at the time."

"And you're not hearing me complain now."

Crystal could still remember the kiss, her lips against his in the dark, the rustle of the trees all around them as the evening breeze blew through the branches. He smelled of sun and pine and sweat, and in that moment she'd loved it. His hand had been bold, reaching under her shirt to grope her breast, her own hand rubbing clumsily at his pants as they kissed, holding and pushing their lips together until they had to break apart or pass out, Crystal's head spinning as she gasped for breath. She would have been fine with it going on longer, but an adult had shouted their name from what seemed like just feet away, and they'd jumped apart, straightening their clothes and trying to look like they weren't flushed and panting. Glancing over at Tyler, Crystal guessed he was lost in the memory as well, because the elks pants were straining as he shifted in his chair, a thick line running down one pant leg, a bulge as wide as Crystal’s wrist and long enough for her to wonder if it actually was what she thought it was. It seemed Tyler had been a late bloomer. He seemed to realize she was looking at him, and shifted in his seat, trying and failing to hide the growing tension in his pants. Crystal was polite enough not to blatantly stare, but damn was it tempting. Just how big had her friend gotten?

"Maybe I'll skip the guilt trip and just let my hand wander a bit this weekend, then," Tyler said, shooting her a grin.

"Oh, no. Trapped all weekend at a beautiful lakeside cabin with a handsy, handsome elk. However will I survive?"

They shared a laugh, and like that the last of the tension eased out of the air. The two were soon chatting as if they'd never been separated, and old hurts hadn't existed. What they'd been up to in the intervening years, college stories and career fuckups. Before they knew it, the sun had fully set and the moon had taken its place, the last of the light gone and leaving them in darkness under the vast, star-filled sky. It was only after the conversation was derailed by continuous yawns did they finally pick up their chairs and head back up to the cabin. Too exhausted from the drive to do much, they prepped their respective beds and crawled in, the windows opened to let the cool evening air wash through the loft. Saying their goodnight, Crystal was asleep in minutes

It was the sound that woke her up, a few years of living alone in a house rather than an apartment had atrophied her ability to sleep through nearly anything. These days, even the smallest sound was enough to wake her up, much to her annoyance. So the soft, wet sound dragged her out of sleep and left her blinking tiredly, staring at the wall as she tried to muster her confused and foggy mind. She let out a sleepy groan, and like magic, the noise stopped, as if flipped off with a switch. Crystal lay in bed for a few long moments, and then gave a mental shrug, giving up the fight and letting sleep roll in to take her, the warm darkness wrapping her up and pulling her into blissful-

Her eyes snapped open as the sound came again, picking up right where it had left off and catapulting her out of sleep. Her mind was still groggy, but there was something slightly familiar in that sound. Was it an animal of some kind? Her mind struggled to make sense of what she was hearing and eventually gave up, so her body had to do the work. Letting out a grunt of sleepy effort, Crystal rolled over and looked out over the loft space. She didn’t see anything out of the ordinary, Tyler was sitting up on the couch, scrolling on his phone as she looked around. 

“Something wrong?” he asked, noticing her movement with a raised eyebrow. 

“Heard something,” she mumbled, her voice vaguely accusatory.

“Can’t say I did,” he admitted. “Could be an animal or something outside, or maybe you hear the lake?”

Crystal listened for a moment, to the distant sound of insects and animals, and the soft slap of waves against the shore. None of it sounded like what she’d been hearing, it was all too far off, but she had been half asleep so who could really tell. 

“If it’s a bear, promise to scream as it eats you. So I have time to run,” she muttered, letting her eyes close as she burrowed back under her blankets. 

“Back to Crew rules, got it,” Tyler agreed vaguely as he went back to his phone, face underlit by the harsh blue-white light. Crystal was just starting to drift off when the noise started again, but rather than bolting upright she merely eased her eyelids partially open, peering out through her lashes.

The room was set up in such a way that she could see everything from the bed. And while there was nothing out of the ordinary in her sight, she could see Tyler sitting upright on the couch, leaning back against the armrest with his blankets heaped over the tops of his thighs as he gripped something between his legs. His dark-furred hand slipped and grappled with it, stark against the bright pinkness of whatever he was holding. It took her an embarrassingly long time to realize what she was looking at, and Crystal’s face flushed when realization finally hit. He was jerking off, sitting just feet away from her and jerking off the biggest cock she’d ever seen. And Crystal wasn’t a slouch when it came to that department, either. She’d discovered what she’d like in college, and while she’d never ended up in a long-term relationship, she’d had plenty of flings and picked up more than her fair share of fuckbuddies. 

And not a single one of them had been anywhere near as big as Tyler. The elk was well over a foot long, maybe a foot and a half, and thicker than her bicep. The bulge she'd seen on the dock had vastly understated what the elk was packing, and her younger, fumbling touches had failed to explore the full size of her friend. He was massive, even his large hand unable to wrap fully around the mottled, pink, and tan length. His long shaft ended in a bell-like head, wrapped up and hidden by a thick shroud of foreskin that rolled back and forth as he stroked himself. Now that she was fully awake and listening, she could hear his ragged breathing and the soft, liquid noise as he stroked his drooling shaft.

Tyler dug his fingers into the cushion underneath him, hand soaked to the palm with wetness. He stared at the phone resting on his knee, propped up by blankets as he stared at the flirty picture Crystal had shared with him once upon a time. At the moment, he just didn't care that it was old and made him feel a touch creepy. He was just a few feet away from that gorgeous girl, and however creepy the old photo might have made him feel, looking over at the real thing would have been worse. At least this way he wasn’t watching her while she slept, or jerking off over her sleeping body. But not dealing with the pressure that had been building all night just wasn’t an option, not for the well-built elk. His balls already ached, and his cock had been a fucking nuisance from the second he laid down. It was either jerk off, or spend all night horny and frustrated.

"Fucking bitch, thought you were done bullying me," he snarled to himself through clenched teeth, voice just barely above a breath. He bit his lip, glancing over to make sure she was still asleep, and loaded a saved video. A shark girl flashed her fangs at him before getting glazed by a veiny, uncut cock that just barely poked into view. Twenty long seconds of her giggling, happy face getting plastered, her long, dyed hair getting soaked in sperm as a dozen ropes splattered down onto her. It was, by Tyler’s judging, barely an orgasm, but that didn’t stop him from restarting the video and watching again. As a rope splattered across the shark’s eye, as another landed across her pink, drooling tongue...

His palm glided up and down his length with ease, ignoring the slight stickiness left on his cock from a few hours in the sun and standing over a grill. There was enough liquid pumping out of his tip to leave his whole hand webbed with pre and let him work his length without the slightest fear of friction. Shifting his grip, the elk pinched the tip of his cock, right at the lip of his helmet. He could feel the precum swimming in his foreskin as he leaked, his drooling cumslit completely hidden by his turtleneck. Gently, he pulled downward, watching his skin hood roll back to reveal his pink head bit by bit and let slickness come spilling out, rolling down the full circumference of his veiny shaft as he bit back a shuddering little groan. 

He had to stay quiet, he couldn’t risk waking Crystal up again. He really should have left or gone to the bathroom or… something! But he’d just been so damn hard, he’d thought it would be over in just a few minutes, and he hadn’t expected she’d be such a light sleeper! And now he was definitely trapped, the sound of his hooves would wake her, and there’d be no way to hide his erection as he hurried to the door. And waiting for it to go down just was not an option. He could have bent steel bars around his dick right now, it wasn’t going to calm down anytime soon. 

So Tyler had to stay quiet, biting his lip even as Crystal watched him through lidded eyes, her heart racing in her chest as she watched the elk’s hand traverse the length of his cock. She couldn’t get over how large he was, how thick that towering shaft was if even his large hands couldn’t get all the way around it. And it wasn’t just how appealing it looked that was starting to get to the shark and that kept her from announcing she was awake, it was the smell that was starting to give her real trouble. Sharks could smell a drop of blood in hundreds of gallons of water, and right now her nose was picking out the pheromones that drifted out from Tyler’s cock in a fog. They tingled inside her nose as she breathed them in, like little electric shocks as the potent chemical transmitters found sensitive receptors, riding the nerves right up into her brain and pushing all the little buttons that left her purple mound flushed and leaking. Beneath the sheets that smelled of dryer sheets and old musk, Crystal’s hands crawled between her thighs, stroking her dripping slit and brushing against her clit. 

The couch creaked as Tyler whipped his head around, staring at Crystal as the shark held herself as still as possible, trying to keep her breath slow and steady even as she trembled slightly. She’d gasped the moment her fingers had found her clit, the little bitch button dragging the noise from her lips without any chance for her to stifle it. And now Tyler was staring at her, a frown on his face. It was difficult to tell in the soft moonlight that poured through the window, but did her face look flushed? It must have, the shark was forcing herself to breath through her nose, to keep her breathes slow and her chest steadily rising and falling, but that just meant she was dragging in thick lungfuls of musk, the smell of sweat carrying with it a cocktail of hormones and pheromones that were assaulting her brain, drowning her attempts at rational thought in a cloud of pink fog. It had all gone too far, there was no way for her to go back, no way for her to stop this without it being unbearably awkward. All she could do was stay quiet and watch and wait until he was done. 

Eventually, Tyler’s throbbing cock dragged his attention away from his old friend and back to the matter at hand. Confusion just didn’t have a place in his head right now, not when he was painfully hard and leaking like he was a teenager all over again. His cock was drooling all over itself, thick strands connecting his hand to his shaft as he slowly, lazily fisted his cock from base to tip, the loose and velvet skin that wrapped his iron-hard shaft shifting under his grip, bunching and stretching as he worked himself. Veins bumped beneath his fingers, the twisted rise of them gathering little pockets of dampness that squished as his hand passed over, adding a little extra moisture to his already soaked palm. His breathing got rougher, his hand speeding up as his eyelids fluttered, struggling to remain open. His hand wasn't the best thing in the world, but at the moment he was so pent up that it would do the job.

Fucking… Crystal. Meeting her again had been such a rush of emotions. She'd been his friend, sure, but she'd also been a bully. Not the worst, but bad enough that there had been days he'd nearly made himself sick with anxiety over showing up to Venture Crew events. And yet he'd gone. Over and over, because he'd been crushing on her so hard it hurt. Stupid fucking shark bitch with her beautiful smile and her wonderful laugh and her absolute passion for gaming that had lit up her face every time she'd talked about it. Couldn't she have just been a fucking normal girl and not a two-faced bitch, switching between friendliness and cruelty without warning? He hadn't even meant to ask her up to his cabin, but he'd been so shocked at seeing her that it had just tumbled out of his mouth, all those years of feelings spilling out. He was glad they'd cleared the air, and he was glad she'd gotten past the problems that had left her so fucked up in high school, but… fuck, now he had a whole new problem. Because now she was hot and fun and his cock was *aching* for her. His balls hurt like he'd been kicked, churning with cum from just a day spent in her company. Sure, she wasn't a bitch anymore, but she sure as fuck was still managing to make his life hard! He panted and huffed a breath, barely managing to fight back a snarl as he beat his meat like it owed him money- or like it was the shark who'd smacked him around so often and he was finally getting his revenge.

Pre poured from his tip, running over his fingers and leaving thick webs of gooey white between his digits that bounced and swayed as his hand blurred along his length. There were spots of it all over his blankets and fur and even the couch, but Tyler just couldn't care. His balls ached and he fucking needed to work this load out or else he was going to scream. And, under her blankets, Crystal let her hand drift down between her legs, fingers stroking along the damp cleft of her eager little cunt, biting her lip as she slowly began to rub herself. Tyler was getting close, she could tell from his rough his breathing was, how he hunched further and further forward, hips jerking up and nearly slapping himself with his cock. She could hear how close he was to cumming, and she was just as eager for it as he was. The smell was so intense, the evening breeze washing the cloud of musk and pheromones across her face as she breathed it all in with eagerness. Her own fingers sped up, no longer tracing along her plush lips but plunging knuckle deep into her clenching cunt, stroking her folds as she watched the elk huff and snort. 

And there it was, with a final groan Tyler arched backward as his cock fired off. He was too far gone to worry about little things like clean up, and didn't even try to contain the mess. Not that there was a tissue that could have hoped to contain even that first rope as it launched upwards, splattering against one of the beams with a thick, gooey *whap* where it dangled in thick ropes, so gluey it didn't even drop toward the floor, just hung in loops, wobbling in the breeze. The next few ropes were less mighty, but still impressive, arching up above the elk's antlers to splatter back down thickly on the couch, the carpet, and the blankets. His balls clenched painfully, trying to squeeze out every drop they could offer as Tyler grasped his cock tightly, feeling his cumvein twitch and spasm under his fingers as he painted everything around him in gooey white, the reek of cum so intense it practically made his eyes water. An acrid, almost chemical smell that stabbed at his nose as he huffed in lungfuls of breath, his broad chest inflating as he struggled to keep breathing and not just lock up through his orgasm.

Over on the bed Crystal had bit her lip so hard she could taste copper, struggling to stay silent as her cunt went wild around her fingers the shark humping her hand as she watched Tyler fire off like a hose. One thick, tar-like splatter slapping down right on her snout, a clump of thick jizz clinging warmly to her skin and letting her breath in the smell from point-blank range. It was more than enough for her to silently ride her own hard orgasm, though not nearly as intense as Tyler's. The elk's leaking cock slapped down against his chest and belly, drooling copiously as it slowly deflated, leaving the man gasping and shuddering in the afterglow, blinking tiredly as his brain began to reboot.

Even with her eyes squeezed tightly shut and her mind focused on her own orgasm, Crystal could hear the elk curse softly as he realized what he'd done, his eyes taking in the devastation he'd left. She had to fight not to grin as, grumbling quietly, Tyler slipped off the couch and started cleaning up with a towel out of his bag. In the warm afterglow of her orgasm, and with cum drying on her snout, Crystal let herself drift off to sleep listening to his softly muttering voice.

It was going to be a very different weekend than she'd imagined.

