(A/N: for the sake of me not getting attacked by science nerds, science does not exist in this world.
these fish have Mohawks what more do you want from me)
POV/GREGORY:
Things felt different in the ocean. It was cold and unfamiliar. Gregory looked up, gritting his teeth and rubbing his sore (but voluptuous) ass - the place he'd been p̶o̶u̶n̶d̶e̶d̶ hit. The surface looked further away than in the river, not that it mattered.
they're fish.
Although, for some odd reason, Gregory found comfort wading his way through the golden blades of light that pierced the water's surface. Just like how his step dad pierced his ass. Eventually, he pulled himself back to reality and surveyed the scene.
Nothing too suspicious, a couple beds of weed he could cum back and smoke sometime later, maybe a rock here and there. Gregory sighed,
"The things I do for this bastard...ALL CLEAR!"
But before he could turn to meet his friend, something slimey wrapped itself around his tail. Gregory grinned,
"Zamn, Zaddy💦😫... whatchu tryna d-"
His eyes widened, and he was sent plummeting into ocean-chan once more.
POV/BARTHOLOMEW:
Bart scanned the area, nothing looked off, so where was his best friend?
Bart froze. Was he really considering it?
No. That was stupid. No way he still believed in those children's stories.
He knew Gregory wouldn't have continued without him, that sexy wimp didn't have the juicy balls
(💦💪) to go off on his own.
Bart searched high and low, over plants and under boulders, there was nothing that could've shown whether Gregory had been taken.
That's when he spotted them.
A pair of small, round glasses, wedged in the sand.
Shit. He thought. Bart swam cautiously over to the glasses and picked them up gently between his fins. He kissed his teeth and put them in a slot between his scales (not his fussy, just to clarify), his inner alpha male fenis threatening to unleash and destroy ocean chan from within. But he had to restrain himself... until he felt himself beginning to grow weak. His eyelids were like weights on his fead (fish+head=fead, and fuck off fish have eyelids now) as heavy amounts of salt began to suck😫‼️ the life out of him.
This is why fish from the river stay away from the estuary. Freshwater and saltwater fish do not mix.
Rocks started to swirl as Bart began to sink, he tried his best to fight his way up, but it was no use. He wasn't... strong enough.
How was he supposed to protect all that fussy in such a state? But before he was out completely, he could've sworn the seaweed was jizzing on him.
