Chapter 2 : The intruder

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Bart made his way along the river bed, the seagrass gently tickling at his big, juicy fish bollocks and big, girthy fenis... sending a pleasurable shiver up his ass.
A shrill scream cumshot through the water and Bart whipped his head around to find the source of the noise.
The ground began to moan and groan like a rhino, pebbles began flying everywhere and all the filf's were ushering their fildren into their planted homes. Bart's eyebrows furrowed, what was happening? Bart turned to see his best friend Gregoryth Waterloo Tayyabs Jacobs the VI wriggling his way through pond weeds towards him. He'd been by Bart's side since day one, he was a timid fish. Not a very big fenis, but a great sidekick.

Gregory looked like he'd seen a ghost, his usually teal blue scales were almost pearl white and were shivering violently, which made small clinking noises. He pushed his abnormally large circular glasses up his face.
"B-Bartholomew Cummington Boldrock the LXIX!!" He squeaked. "I've been l-l-looking everywhere for you!"
Bart raised his eyebrow, "Greg, g, you have cum on your face."
Gregory's fat juicy cheeks flushed red for a second.
"S-sorry, sir." he stammered. wiping his face quickly before continuing. "T-t-there's danger a-a-at the estuary!" (A/N: Estuaries: Where the River Meets the Sea)
Bart's eyes widened. "The estuary?"
The estuary was the most dangerous part of the river. No one went near it, the last fish who did never made it back.

Bart fixated his gaze onto the sexy horizon, he could sense that something was c̶r̶e̶a̶m̶i̶n̶g̶ lurking in the shadows... who knows who's cum could be floating around out there...

"I'm going to check it out, papi greg." grumbled Bart.
"N-nani?!" screeched Gregory, "Do you know mad that is?" Gregory's eyes began darting around the river walls, most likely listing every worst possible outcome to this claim.
"So?" Bart shrugged, applying a 69th layer of charcoal eyeliner, "I wish to die anyway 😩😩💦 ."
Gregory bit his lip s̶e̶d̶u̶c̶t̶i̶v̶e̶l̶y̶, and after a few minutes of careful consideration, he agreed to accompany his best friend.

To the estuary.

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