a tail of two lovers

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Yellow fish POV:

It had been a long day. My fins were starting to ache and the sweltering French sun have begun to dry up my pollen yellow scales. France wasn't my idea of fun but the big boss needed me to go down so that I could write a report on the prime minister. I had never met him, though by the photos I saw on the internet, I had been dazzled by his baby blue eye balls that stared right into my sponge coloured soul. I felt myself blush at the memory. 

I was flopping down the street, scales still dry, when I fell into a man who had been rushing around the corner. Embarrassment was inevitable as I felt my yellow cheeks turn a crimson red as I cried, 'I am swo sworry' I hadn't looked up at the person I had run into yet but I had a good idea who it was when I heard his deep, handsome voice resonate around me.

'I-i well it's quite alright, I mean better than BREXIT.' He held his Crusty English hand out to me and I accepted it, feeling my slime glide against his palm. IT WAS THE PRIME MINISTER OF THE UK, THE GUY WHO I WAS MEANT TO BE WRITING A REPORT ON RAN INTO ME...WHAT A COINCIDENCE!

'Th-thank ywou' I stammered, unable to look at him. He was just so crusty and bald that I felt my heart beat out of control.

'You are such a bad fish aren't you, come with me' he pulled me into a secluded alleyway, concealed from the outside world. He slammed my yellow fishy buttcheeks against the French building (that I'm fairly sure was an orphanage) and looked into my black pupils, face full of infatuated lust.

'Now be a good little fish and play a little wiff waff with me' he pulled out his ping pong bats and hit a ping pong ball between the two bats at such a great speed I felt my marine disco stick harden. 'Y-you like that? I can do tricks too' he hit the ball into the air, turned around, and as the ball fell from the sky, he caught it in between his saggy arse cheeks.

My gills began to open at close quicker by the minute. My aquatic fish stick was so hard I started to hallucinate pink fairies flying around holding baskets full of baguettes while speaking in an Irish accent. I needed him.

'Pwease fwuck mwe pwime mwinister' I begged him. He raised his blonde bushy eyebrow and said 'come here you little fishy slut. Make daddy boris cum' he walked over back to be and licked my gills. I moaned and said 'dwo you nweed to pee?' He stopped and looked at me while putting his hand onto my spiking chest and rubbing his hand down my stomach.
'No no I relieved m- my inner body fluids in my private jet while talking to Elizabeth about shoe polish. Why?' He grabbed my fishy cock and I cried, 'DONT pEe ON tHe fLoOr uSe ThE cOMmOdOre'.

He then spat in his hand and wiped it across his head, his spit smelt of ass and Doritos, it made me even harder.
'Do you have a condom?' He asked me
I shook my head and he made a weird face. He started breathing heavily and going breathless, going in a weird motion. He then screamed and pulled up his trousers.

'H-how was it my good fellow?' He asked me.
'How was what uWu' I asked him.
'How was me riding you fishing mishing' he smiled.

I had realised he was so small I didn't feel anything.

'Well, i best be off. The UK isn't going to pretend to self isolate, spend a bunch of money and be a balding British twat themselves'. He gave me a cup of tea and skipped away.