Macro Shark Boy Vignette

Felt inspired by a pic of a cute, twink-looking shark. Wrote a scene, might do more later if inspiration strikes?

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It soared across the sky with the speed and fury of a falling star, a meteor the size of a house. It was aimed squarely at William—sunning himself in blissful ignorance on the otherwise balmy summer day—and cast a perfectly elliptical shadow on the sand at its approach. The bunny just about had time to frown, lift his shades, and utter, “Oh bother,” as the grossly oversized beach ball crashed down on top of him.

And bounced onwards, as beachballs tend to do. 

Will, mercifully unflattened, pushed himself up and glanced after the gigantic, inflated ball as he waited for the world to stop spinning. The brightly colored projectile continued down the beach, leaving a wake of scattered parasols and towels, before finally crashing into the sea.

“Shit, sorry about that!” a voice called out from behind him. “You okay?” It was accompanied by the sounds of booming footsteps, a sure sign of a macro, if the oversized beach toy hadn’t clued Will in.

“I’m still alive,” William started to say as he turned around, craned his neck, and got an eyeful of an exceedingly cute shark, which scrambled his brain sufficiently to forget what he was going to say next. Like most of his aquatic kind, he was sleek and slender, with a boyish charm, a big ass, and a bulge in his beach shorts of such stupendous size that Will gasped audibly. His 100-foot stature only made his endowment more prominent, as Will’s low point of view all but pushed his enormous package in front of the regular-sized bunny’s eyes.

“You sure? You look a little out of it…”

“Either he’s got a concussion, or he’s hypnotized by your dick.” The second voice belonged to a mouse of similar size and endowment, who came up behind his friend at a leisurely pace. “Maybe a bit of both. As usual.”

Will flushed mightily at that. He opened his mouth to speak, but that was the extent of his mental power at that moment, as thoughts of the two humongously hung twinks otherwise occupied the rest of his brain at that point.

“I guess so. I did hit him pretty bang-on, didn’t I?” The shark squatted down in front of Will, his crotch-bulge swaying ponderously over a couple of hastily abandoned beach chairs, nearly touching the sand. “Sorry little dude. I’m Dylan; this here’s Thomas.”

“Introductions, now? Wouldn’t that be better before you knocked the sense out of his head?” Thomas said.

“Well, too late for that now, isn’t it? What’s your name, little fella? Can I get you a drink of something, as an apology?”

Will gawked up at him. His lips were moving, but nothing coherent came out. There was far too much shark-boy on display for that.

“Still nothing, huh? Man, maybe we actually need to get him a doctor.” Thomas said, returning with the beach ball.

“Nah. Lil’ cutie’s just a bit overwhelmed, that’s all.” Dylan gave Will a searching look, before breaking into a sly grin that showed off his razor-sharp teeth. “Who wouldn’t be? Shock like that, from a big ball and some big boys. There’s only one thing for it.”

“Oh? And what might that be?”

“Some even bigger boys, of course. Shock him right out of his stupor. That’ll fix him up!”

“What kind of ‘bigger?’” Thomas said, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “I can think of a few. Taller? More hung?”

“Why don’t we ask our patient?” Dylan said smoothly, as both macros turned their attention towards the flustered bunny beneath them.

Will’s heart beat so fast he could hardly think straight. It was all he could do to return the gaze of the flirty giant. “B-both?”

The seams of Dylan’s shorts groaned audibly from the strain. “Both it is.”