The town of Salt Bay was, for the most part, the dream.  Good weather, a beach, nice people, the classic beach tourist town.  There was one caveat to all this paradise though.  No matter what, do not go far out on the beach, especially not after dark.  What would happen exactly was unknown, but it was generally agreed it wasn’t pleasant.  Any who tried would never be seen again, save the occasional destroyed swimwear.  The logical answer was a riptide, maybe even just them getting lost.  The more common answer?  Well, that was something a little more...monstrous.

This didn’t stop Jeffery from going for a swim, in fact, it may have pushed him to do it more.  The fox never believed the stories.  He was a strong enough swimmer, and it’s not like something actually lives out there, right?  Besides, if there were an attacker, he could probably fight it off.

Looking around one last time, he takes a deep breath and pulls his shirt off, revealing his white chest.  Tingling with excitement, he slips his thumbs under his waistband, pulling them down and dropping them in a pile with his top, leaving him fully nude.  Shivering with excitement, he slowly steps into the water, waves lapping at his bare feet. But unbeknownst to him, something has its eyes on him…

As he gets deeper, a dark shape darts under him.  Thankfully for him , he doesn’t notice it as he lays back, floating in the moonlight as he closes his eyes.  The night is still, only sound being his breathing and the lapping of the waves.  Tragically, the serene relaxation comes crashing down in a single moment.

From out of the depths, a hand rises, grey and rough with fingers ending in sharp claws.  Wrapping around one of the male’s legs, it grips hard and pulls.  Jeffery screams, immediately trying to swim away to no avail, free limbs swinging wildly and splashing as he struggles to stay up.  The assailant is too strong, pulling him down with ease until his head goes under, forcing him to shut his mouth.

Eyes stinging with salt water, his vision is blurred, keeping his attacker hidden from him outside of a vague, dark outline.  The grip doesn’t release, holding him deep down as the other hand gropes his sheathe.  What seems to be the head looks up at him - or at least seems to - before grinning wide, the filtered moonlight reflecting off it’s large, white teeth before it swims off, catch in tow.

Jeffery’s lungs burn for air as he holds his breath, pulled by his leg through the water, going further and further out.  Despite the creature’s small size, it’s far stronger and more agile than one might assume.  Occasionally it would look back, almost as if to check if he’s still there, before continuing.  His thrashing, once feverish and frantic, died fast, not finding any results and almost seeming to be a waste of energy.  The claws grip at him harder as the direction changes, this time moving upwards.  The sharp tips dig into his flesh, letting out pricks of blood that color the water red, salt stinging the wounds.  Though, as he’d find out, that might just be the better of things that he’d go through…
After a while, the panic and fear distorting his sense of time so much it’s impossible to tell, he finally surfaces, the beast tossing him onto a rocky surface.  The fox gasps for air as he rolls over, chest heaving as he hacks up water, eyes stinging red.  Beside him is his attacker, lifting itself from the water.  As Jeffery tries to roll back over, a foot slams down on his back, knocking his breath out.  As he wheezes, a claw grips his hair, yanking his head back.

The male’s eyes widen in terror as the creature leans close to his ear, “I always like a good fox hunt~” his voice croaks, malice dripping from each word as he releases his head, Jeffery’s snout hitting the rock.  Crouching down, it rolls him over, letting him see his assailant.

A shark.  The dim lighting only enhances his intimidating features, playing over his rough skin, sharp teeth glinting in the light as he laughs.  “God, you’re pretty fucked.”  Leaning close, he stares the male in the eyes, nostrils flaring.  His eyes focus on the fox’s nose.  It seems when he hit the ground, a he got a bit of a bloody nose!  Tongue snaking out, the shark laps at the oozing blood, groaning softly as he makes a show of swallowing it, “Mmf, always good to get an appetizer~”

“P-please…” Jeffery whines, breathing slow and shaky.  His tail pulls tightly between his legs, “W-what do you want…”

Without answering, the shark places a foot on his right knee, holding it down.  With a sharp yank, and a sickening snap, he bends it backwards, breaking it at the knee.  A bloodcurdling scream echoes around the cove, the fox’s vision flashing bright with pain as he tries to move away, only to find his broken limb burning with pain at each movement.

“Stop! Please!” he croaks, eyes blurring with both tears and pain, “I’ll do anything! Please!”

The shark laughs again, licking his lips, “Oh I know you will, whether you want it or not.”  Placing a hand on his chest, the monster slowly caresses the soaked fur almost gently.  That is, until his claws dig in, scratching down to leave wide, deep gashes in the skin, crimson immediately beginning to pour out.  As before, the victim lets out a sickening scream of pain, thrashing as the beast begins to dig his claws in, slicing across the ends of the marks and removing the ribbons of flesh, happily gobbling them down and leaving bright red on his maw.  

Wiping his hand on his belly, he smears some of the blood off, but his hand doesn’t stop there.  It goes lower, right to between his legs.  From a slit barely visible, a pair of tapered tips poke out, rising to their full size.  He grips one, slowly stroking it as he reaches to the male’s head again, “Such a pretty face, maybe I’ll keep that part safe for later~”

Moving a bit, he pushes the limp leg to the side, drawing out another moan of pain from its owner, and takes position between them, “You a virgin, kid?” he asks, sliding his free hand under him, groping and kneading the soft cheeks as he lifts him up.

The fox, unable to do much else, hesitantly shakes his head.  “Good,” the beast says, “Then this’ll be easier for both of us!”

Finding his hole quickly, he positions one of his tips to it and, with no regard for his comfort, rams it in.  It hurts, as one might expect, but at this point, anything short of bloody torture was almost impossible to feel.  The blood loss and sheer pain start to overtake him as his mind starts to fade back, body lurching with each rough thrust.

The shark, however, doesn’t care one bit.  His head tossed back, he moans enthusiastically, Jeffery’s ass barely pushing him out as he fucks him harder, extra member grinding against his fur, “Shit, you’ve got a good ass, kid!” he pants out, leaning over him, “Shame I can’t keep you around~”  He presses his snout to the wound, not quite entering him as he laps up the blood, letting it make a mess on his face as it pools beneath him.

Unable to resist, he digs in.  Mouth wide open, he takes a deep bite from his throat, the bones crunching beneath them as he swallows it down, hips bucking as he revels in his bloodlust.  The fox wheezes, vision starting to fade. It doesn’t take too long before he finally goes limp, becoming nothing more than an edible fuckdoll for the ravenous beast. 

Finally sensing his prey’s end, he gives a few last thrusts before letting out a groan, cock exploding with seed into the corpse as it’s twin coats his fur.  Riding it out, he leans back, finally letting himself pull free.  With a grin, he looks over his meal, now ‘seasoned’ well.  This’ll be one hell of a feast…

When all is eaten,the fox is naught but bone.  Well, mostly.  With a grin, the shark looks over his new ‘trophy’.  Roughly torn from what remained of his neck, he held the fox’s decapitated head by it’s hair.  Leaning in, he gives it a kiss, sliding his tongue into the cold muzzle.  This one he’d keep.