Sharkpony story part7

>She’ll be here soon, better get everything ready
>It’s already 10 minutes past five and you’re sure that any minute now Ocean Dew will walk in trough that door for some pudding and fun
>You’re so excited, it’s been ages since anyone’s been over to your house to hang out with you
>You have games, drinks, food, movies, there’s so much you two could do while getting to know one another better
>Sure enough there’s a knock on the door and you hurry to open it
>But it’s not Ocean Dew that’s standing outside your sliding glass door, but Pacific Dew
>You stare at her and she stares at you, but then she just simply walks inside form between your legs
>”Sis couldn’t come over, she had to stay and help mom do something”
>Paz walks to your sofa and you close the door and follow her
>”So I came over to tell you that”
>And Paz then climbs onto the sofa and turns to look at you
>”And to play with my boyfriend since my sis can’t make it”
>You stare at the little filly who stares back at you
>Oh right, she...does she really mean it or is she just joking around or something? You would really like to know...
>You walk over to Paz who gets comfortable on your couch and stares at the various snacks on the table
>You were unsure what sharkponies can eat and can’t so you got a lot of stuff out
>Paz points at one of the bowls that has beef jerky in it and then looks at you
>You reach out and give her the bowl which she accepts happily and starts to gnaw on the jerky, her eyes turning into slits the moment she has her first taste
>But you’re not focusing on her, or the fact that you’re feeling a bit down that Oz could not make it
>She must feel even worse you’d imagine
>But their mom? You never thought of it, you mean sure you know they had to come from somewhere but...
>You’re kind of curious what their mom looks like, or what sort of a pony she is
>If this was Oz you would probably feel a bit too embarrassed to ask, but if it’s Paz...
“Hey Paz, what is your mom like?”
>Paz stops halfway in stuffing a large amount of the jerky into her gaping maw with her hoof and looks at you
>She lets them all drop onto the bowl, along with some of her saliva
>”What does milf mean?”
>Your face deadpans as Paz stares at you as she waits for her answer
“Mother I’d like to...friend”
>Paz tilts her head a little
>”Then she must be really nice, a lot of ponies want to friend her then”
>Now you really want to see this...
>Your train of thought is interrupted as Paz holds out the bowl of now soggy jerky
>you decline by shaking your head, you’re not yet so deeply sexually disturbed by unquenched hunger for the stuff that you’d gobble down moist slices of jerky covered in sharkfilly saliv-penis no, don’t even think twitch, that’s gross, you’re not that sad of a human being
>...yet...
>Paz returns to munching the jerky while you try to have at least some dignity left
>Right the thing you could ask her, that’ll clear your head
“Paz”
>The filly quickly swallows all the jerky that was in her mouth before looking at you while setting the bowl down
>She ate them already? Wow...
“When you say I’m your boyfriend, and you’re my girlfriend I guess or something, what do you mean with that?”
>Paz opens her mouth but you quickly interrupt her
“In details, what do you think that we’ll do as lovers?”
>Wow it feels awkward to say the word lovers when talking to a filly
>”Of course it means that we’re going to spend a lot of time together, and you’re going to be like a very good friend who’ll play with me anytime I want, and because we’re a boyfriend and a girlfriend you have to do the things I want to do to make me happy because that’s what boyfriends do”
>Paz looks extremely proud and smug about knowing so much
>But that makes you feel a bit better, it’s not actual romantic interest she has for you, but she just wants to be your friend
>But for some reason you feel kind of bad too, this means that you’re still a person no member of the opposite sex has had any romantic feelings for...
>”Oh and they have a lot of sex, my sis said so”
>Paz’s face is back to her normal expression, which is none, as she starts climbing into your lap
“You want your mane petted again?”
>Paz shakes her head
>”Nah let’s have sex, if I know right my butt needs to touch your crotch and-“
>You interrupt Paz by lifting her off from your lap while blushing hard
“Let’s do something else...hey want some of that Mountain Dew to drink”
>You set the guppy down on the sofa next to you
>”Is it that stuff that’s in the metal cans?”
>You nod and Paz suddenly places her hoof on your hand and leans her face towards yours
>She’s staring eight into your eyes as her pupils turn into slits once again
>”I want three.”
>Good, conversation directed towards something else
>Paz retracts her hoof and lets you go as you agree to bring her three cans of the stuff
>Someone needs to have a talk with that sharkfilly, hopefully not you
>Wait was it legal to-no even if it was you’re not going to do anything like that...well maybe if she properly understood what she’s getting herself into and...why are you even having this monologue?
>You return to Paz with six cans of Code Red, three for her and three for you
>just in case
>Paz gleefully takes can and then stares at it for a brief moment before handing it back to you
>”...open it, please...”
>You pop the can open and open one for yourself as Paz happily gulps her dew
>As you’re sipping yours Paz speaks up again
>”What sort of fun things were you going to do with my sister?”
“I had a few movies, some games, snacks, and then there’s the indoor pool and hot tub”
>Paz starts to fidget with the can
>stop playing with yourself Paz
>”Wanna do that stuff with me?”
>You turn your had to look at Paz, who’s giving you a neutral face, but she does tilt her head and her ears do a few little flicks, with the tiniest hint of a blush forming on her cheeks
>It’s pretty cute, you can not say no to this
>Not like you were going to say no anyway, might as well have fun with Pacific Dew since she’s over
“Sure, anything you want to do in particular?”
>Paz ponders about it for a while and then seems to come up with something
>”Let’s play hide & seek”
>Hmm, why not
“Sure, you wanna hide first?”
>Paz nods and you start counting and cover your eyes as the little filly goes and hides
>After counting you get up and start looking for her
>...and looking
>...where the hell has she gone off to?
>You’ve looked everywhe-
>You notice Paz’s tail sticking out from a pile of clothes you have on your bedroom floor
>Your bedroom was the one place you did not tidy up because, well you really don’t think that that would be a place your evening with Oz would end up in
>Not that you’d mind it...no bad Anon, stop sexualizing your new friend
>You grab hold of the tail and feel it tense up as the whole pile jumps a little
>Then you slowly pull Paz out from within the pile of your clothes
>She looks at you with mild surprise
>”Ah, found already...”
>You let go of the tail and Paz stands up onto her hooves
>”My turn to look”
>Paz runs off and soon enough starts counting
>...so you’re really playing hide and seek huh? You haven’t done that since...forever
>You think of good places to hide as Paz counts
>Maybe you should make it easy on her? No, maybe making it as hard as possible is the best option
>the time is running out and you’re feeling oddly giddy and excited, how can doing something this simple and childish be so much fun?
>Oh shit she has almost counted, need to hide fa-
>”I’m coming, ready or not!”
>Fuck.
>You quickly dive into a closet and attempt to close it as silently as you can as you hear Paz approaching
>your heart beats in your chest as Paz walks into view from the crack of the door
>She’s looking around, trying her hardest to find you
>...and she’s carrying a can of Code Red in her mouth
>it’s pretty adorable actually
>She walks to your bed and peeks under it, and as she notices you’re not there her ears go droopy
>Paz then sits down and takes the can from her mouth, and starts to struggle with it while trying to get it open
>You almost feel like stepping out and helping her open it right away
>Suddenly she sets the can down onto the floor and gives it a little kick before turning around with her head held high and her tail raised up as she stomps away from the can
>...and then stops and her posture turns more normal
>and now she turns around while hanging her head in defeat and slowly walks back to the can, avoiding looking at it and picks it up in her mouth
>You can’t help but to let out a snort of laughter, it’s just too cute yet hilarious
>Paz’s ears perk up and she suddenly looks right at the closet you’re in
>You greet her as she opens the door
“Want me to help you?”
>Paz just hands you the can and you pop it open for her
“You really like soda huh?”
>Paz stops drinking and nods
>”Yeah, I’ve never tasted anything like this”
>You suddenly get an idea and tell Paz to follow you
>You walk over to your private reserve
>Human word products transported to Equestria through magic
>Paz’s eyes go wide and her mouth falls open as she lays eyes upon your collection of goods
>A big food pantry filled with cans of soda
>Even her tail goes rigid, is she having a tail boner of sorts?
“Impressive isn’t it?”
>Paz simply nods, before suddenly becoming aware of how much she’s showing emotion and forcing her face to return into the normal expressionless state she so likes to use
>”I-it’s nice”
>Suddenly there’s a knock on the door
>You look over to it and see Ocean Dew standing behind if, and another shark pony you haven’t seen before
>”Ah, mom”
>You freeze as Paz hurries to the door
>Mom? The milf? Paz’s and Oz’s mom?
>You can see the mare looking at you and smiling, you’d better go up to her before you appear weird
>As you approach the door and the smiling orange mare you take notice of things
>This is definitely a milf shark
>And her coat seems to be a bit more darker in color when compared to Paz and Oz, not much but it’s visible as the two stand next to her
>”So you’re Anon, nice to finally see what my daughters have been talking so much of. I hope they have not caused you any trouble”
>She’s voluptuous, or curvy, you’re unsure what word to say, she’s not fat, or chubby even, as far as you know about horse anatomy, but she’s got a lot of curves
>very...very much curves, if there was a definition of a pony having a body build purely for sex and breeding, this pony would be it
>Even her red mane has an impressive amount of volume and done up into curls and stuff like she was a western saloon girl, or a French hooker from the Moulin Rouge
>...where did that come from, stop imagining your new friends mom as a French hooker for crying out loud
>Oh right need to answer her...why are you suddenly feeling so very embarrassed to look at her?
“N-no it’s been really fun”
>The milfshark giggles sweetly while looking at you
>Those eye she’s giving you, for some reason they’re making your heart race
>She smirked? Is she doing it on purpose?
>But then she turns to look at Paz and pets her head
>”I was just returning home with Ocean and decided to come over and pick up Pacific as well since I was sure she’d be here. It was a pleasure meeting you Anon”
>You rub the back of your head and look away from her face
“No it was nice-I mean the pleasure was all mine”
>Dammit you’re blushing now
>Paz and her mom start leaving but Oz does not move
>You look at her and find her looking not too thrilled and like she’s deep in thought, but as she suddenly seems to become aware that you’re staring at her and she blushes as her pupils stretch back into slits
>Oz quickly turns around and rushes after her mom and little sister
>you can’t help but to spend a few moments staring at that big shark butt, but then you turn around and close the door, afraid that there’ll be hell to pay if the milfshark turns around and sees you staring at her cushioning
>...you never did get her name though, but it’s not like that would do you any good, she has a husband and a family
>Or she might be single and staring at her butt is ok...
>Your train of indecent thoughts gets cut off by a latter arriving in a poof of green flames
>A letter from the higher ups? That’s surprising, you never get any, could it even be from one of the princesses?
>Suddenly you don’t feel like opening it up...
>But you do and start reading
>...wait, what the?
“I’m...fired?”