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Finn was sitting down on a stool in front of a vanity mirror in his room, he's been sat down for about an hour now, staring at his own reflection in the mirror.
He ran a hand across the colorful edges of one of the fins on the sides of his head, shivering a bit at the cold touch of his own fingers. His tail rested on his lap, flapping up and down in a patting motion in an attempt to comfort and reassure the troubled fishbowl. He always hid these extra parts of his biology, he just thought the tail was too big, and it weighed him down a bit when walking in public, so he never found it practical to have it shown. He didn't have a practical reason for the fins, but he just mentally rationalized it to being a matching part of the tail, so if that was hidden, so were the fins.
He only ever had his tail and fins out when in his room, where practicality didn't really matter. Additionally, having these features visible made him feel strangely comfortable, a wave of calmness washing over him whenever he let his tail curl around himself and cling to him. He was glad for this, as he really needed something to overshadow the sinking feeling of anxiousness in his gut.
Finn had invited Shrimpo over earlier that day, and he intended to show him these... extra appendages. It wasn't like he thought Shrimpo would despise him if he saw them, he was just worrying that Shrimpo would find it weird, maybe throw an insult or two directed at them, and if worse comes to worse, break him off. In hindsight, Finn was probably blowing his negative thoughts way out of proportion, but he couldn't stop the onslaught of thoughts of apprehension, and the general fear of revealing his fins and tail to anyone only added to his already heavy feelings.
Finn began toying with his knitted sweater, the feeling of the wool gliding across his fingertips and the pretty fish detailing that stood out from the pink of the knitwear put a small grin on his face, his tooth gap ever prominent in his grin. He decided it would be best to play some music to pass the time, and so he got up from his stool and trotted over to the cassette player in his room, peering into the top shelf of the cabinet it rested on to find something to play. His cassette collection consisted mainly of sea shanties, with a few classical tunes given to him by Boxten.
He took out a cassette containing his favorite sea shanty and popped it into the cassette player, the player accepting it with a click before it began to play. The audio of the song was a bit muffled due to the age of the cassette player, but he didn't mind as he lay down onto his bed, humming to the melody of the tune as he hugged his tail closely. He curled up into a ball and closed his eyes, continuing to sing along and almost falling asleep.
A knock at his door startled Finn out of his resting state, reminding him of the reason of his prior nervousness.
He knew Shrimpo was on the other side, waiting for him to open the door and let him in. Finn gulped, deciding on a whim that he would reveal his fins and tail to Shrimpo later during their quality time. He let his fins and tail absorb themselves into his glass body, disappearing seamlessly. He quickly got up from his bed and neatened it a bit before approaching the door.
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Shrimpo waited anxiously as he stood outside the door of his lover's room, clutching a bundle of different colorful flowers in his left hand, courtesy of Glisten.
Finn had invited Shrimpo over during one of their meet-ups (dates?) earlier in the day, and although he still wore a small, unsure frown on his face, he was secretly ecstatic. Spending any extra time with Finn was always a plus in his books, and he wanted to know more about this fishbowl that had strangely taken over any and all of his conscious and unconscious thoughts.
Shrimpo hated flowers, and he hated fish, and he hated jokes, and he hated smiling, and he hated love, and he hated himself, he hated everything. Hate was something instilled in him the moment he was created, he was mean, brash, and a bully at heart, and yet, all it took was one smile from Finn to lighten up his mood. Finn was the only toon to approach him, the only toon who conversed with him as if he weren't a ticking time bomb, the only toon who treated him with such patience and care as if he was the most delicate thing in the world, the only toon who genuinely smiled at him, the only toon who got him to genuinely smile. He was absolutely smitten, enamored of the fishbowl's entire being.
Shrimpo didn't have much unique clothing, with most of his closet being comprised of the same red dress shirt that he typically wore, but he wanted to look more presentable for Finn, and so he begrudgingly bargained with Dandy to get him a new outfit the night before. The clothes he received weren't bad, at least to his standards; a tattered black shirt and some shorts of the same nature. He just hoped that Finn would like it.
He shuffled his feet together tensely as he heard footsteps from inside of Finn's room, his grip on the flowers in his hand tightening.
The door swung open, revealing Finn, who sported a vibrant pink sweater and yellow shorts. Shrimpo could observe a fish pattern on the sweater if he looked close enough. "HI." He spoke rather stiffly in his usual loud manner, sealing his lips into a straight line as he handed the flowers in his hand to Finn. "Aww, 'tank' you Shrimpy!" Finn exclaimed in delight, planting a kiss onto the shrimp's left cheek and causing his face to burn up.
"DO I LOOK OKAY?" Shrimpo asked anxiously, twiddling his thumbs together in uncharacteristic timidness. "I think you look fin-tastic!" Finn's eyes shone as he looked Shrimpo up and down, gazing at Shrimpo's torn up outfit like it was some sort of high fashion. "I'd love to talk with you more, but let's go inside, come on!" Finn held his hand out, urging the shrimp to take hold of it and allow himself to be whisked into the fishbowl's room, to which Shrimpo obliged.
Finn firmly held his hand and pulled him into his room, being sure to lock the door behind him.
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"Wait a moment, Shrimpy," Finn stated, directing Shrimpo to his bed and urging him to sit down as he placed the flowers he had received prior in a glass of water. Shrimpo settled down onto his lover's bed, caressing the smooth bedsheets and quietly humming to the melody of the song playing in the room.
It didn't take long for Finn to join Shrimpo on his bed, lying down and lazily grasping the shrimp's hand. He began humming along to the soft music emanating from the cassette player, Shrimpo felt oddly dazed as he listened to Finn's humming, but he just chalked it up to him being nervous. "YOUR ROOM LOOKS NICE." Shrimpo began, trying to distract from his growing dazed feeling, which did eventually clear up as Finn spoke, "Hehe, look! That reminds me of you, Shrimpy!" Finn grinned, directing the shrimp's attention to the portrait of a crab and other various crustaceans on the wall, none of them were shrimp, but Finn thought they were close enough. "MHM, MY ROOM LOOKS BETTER THOUGH!" Shrimpo declared firmly, to which Finn giggled and kissed the palm of his hand.
After that, Finn and Shrimpo remained cuddled up together in silence. The cassette player had long since stopped the song, but neither of the two toons wanted to get up and repeat or take the cassette out. Finn changed his position to have his body rest against Shrimpo, resting the back of his head on the shrimp's shoulder. "WHAT ARE YOU THINKING ABOUT?" Shrimpo interrupted the comfortable silence, Finn jumped a little, a startled and quizzical look on his face as he stared at the other toon in confusion, "'Water' you talkin' about, Shrimpo?" Shrimpo's face shifted, to display a feeling akin to worry, "YOU LOOK REALLY OUT OF IT, YOU'VE BEEN SILENT FOR THE PAST FEW MINUTES!" Shrimpo pressed further, his grip on Finn's hand tightening.
"Uh–" Finn stammered, "So actually, I uh... 'reel'-y wanted to show you something!" Finn tried to hide the tremble in his voice, but that only resulted in a voice crack at the end of his sentence, which Shrimpo definitely picked up on. Finn pulled himself away from Shrimpo and got into a comfortable sitting position with his knees extending outward and his hands on his lap. Shrimpo waited awkwardly, as if some magic were about to happen right before his very eyes.
Just then, a tail and a set of two fins popped out of Finn's back and head respectively. Shrimpo gawked at the sight of the appendages, a mix of curiosity and amazement coming together in his mind. His eyes wandered over the two newly introduced features, the ends of both the fins and tail were quite colorful, blending together in a pink and yellow gradient which perfectly complemented the light blue of Finn's glass body.
"Soo, uhm–what do you think of them?" Finn asked sheepishly, anxiously awaiting a response from the shrimp, who just blankly stared at him, almost as if he was hypnotized. "THEY... THEY LOOK, NO–YOU LOOK... REALLY PRETTY." Shrimpo could feel his face heating up, both due to the sight of Finn in front of him and the embarrassing stammering of his words. Finn grinned brightly at him, his tail behind him swaying left and right.
Shrimpo continued to stare, unaware of the fact that Finn had moved closer to him, their faces so close that Shrimpo could smell Finn, the scent of fresh seawater hitting his nostrils and snapping him out of his intense staring. "'Whale,' I'm glad you like them!" Finn felt as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders, and an unadulterated feeling of happiness coursed through him.
Shrimpo's mind began clouding with ... images, images of the fishbowl and him, particularly, images with Finn and him in... explicit scenarios. Finn's tail wagged from side to side in tandem with his own body squirming underneath him. The fishbowl's fins flapping with the movement of his head as Shrimpo roughly thrusted in and out–
"Uh, you okay there Shrimpy?" Finn poked at Shrimpo's cheek, the shrimp toon in question blinking at him in confusion. "WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?" Shrimpo was quick to defend himself, crossing his arms and sporting his usual frown. "Now *you* look really out of it!" Finn giggled, the singsong nature of his voice causing the red on Shrimpo's face to deepen. "WHATEVER, IT'S NOTHING!" Shrimpo grumbled, pulling Finn closer to him in order to embrace the other toon (and to hopefully distract Finn from his previous thoughts), to which Finn happily obliged, leaning into the shrimp's touch as they cuddled up together. This did not help him in the slightest.
Shrimpo felt something hard poke at his shorts, from the inside, which he quickly realized was his own erection.
Shit.
Luckily, there was still some space between Finn and his crotch, and the fishbowl seemed too preoccupied with planting kisses onto his face to notice his erection. His only problem now was how to... get rid of it. It was difficult not to think of Finn (the cause of his current plight) at the moment with the aforementioned toon giving him enough affection to last him a week (although, if Shrimpo was being honest with himself, he wouldn't last a day without Finn's presence).
He wouldn't be able to hide it, Finn would find out soon enough, he just had to... prepare for when that happens. "UH, FINN?" Well, why not just jump the gun? After all, Shrimpo wasn't exactly known for his patience. "Hmm?" Finn hummed, pressing their faces together and grinning wildly. Shrimpo had to restrain himself from doing anything impulsively. The last thing he wanted was to make Finn uncomfortable.
"I HAVE A... UHM, A, UH, WHATEVER, JUST LOOK AT MY CROTCH!" Finn was caught by surprise at the shrimp's words, and yet, he did what he was told to do, and looked down at Shrimpo's shorts, where there was a very obvious and noticeable tent in between Shrimpo's thighs. The sight of the other toon's hard-on made Finn shudder, his eyes wide as he curiously poked at it, causing Shrimpo to jump in surprise, "WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!"
"Eek! Sorry Shrimpy!" Finn yelped, pulling his hand away immediately. "Well, I ain't no expert in... this, but, I 'cod' try and, uh, help you?" Finn had no idea about what half of his suggestion entailed, but he hoped it gave Shrimpo some comfort. On the other hand, Shrimpo looked at Finn like he had just proposed to him (although, he would probably react more strongly if Finn did propose). "Sorry if I, uh, mess it up? I'm not experienced in this sorta thing, but I think I know the basics..." Finn was mentally going off his limited knowledge on masturbation and the basics of fish reproduction to try and understand how to have sex with Shrimpo, something he never thought he'd do, but there's always a first for everything.
And, Finn supposes that this will be his first time having intercourse. Just the thought of it had the water in his head heating up.
"I'M NOT EXPERIENCED EITHER, HOW DO YOU THINK I'D GET ANY ACTION?" Shrimpo tried to reassure Finn, tracing circles onto his back. Finn still looked a bit apprehensive, and so, Shrimpo decided that he would try and lead the two of them through this. "IS IT OKAY IF I TAKE THEM OFF?" Shrimpo pointed to his shorts, his erection still tall and firm beneath the fabric. "O–okay..." Finn responded meekly, backing up a bit, he watched as Shrimpo pulled both his shorts and underwear down to his knees in one swift motion. The shrimp's cock sprang up immediately after it was freed from it's previous fabric confines.
Finn hesitated for a moment, before wrapping one hand around the shrimp's member and experimentally twisting it up and down, to which the shrimp trembled. "Is–is it good?" Finn wanted to make sure that Shrimpo enjoyed what they were doing, after all, he was the one who prompted this. The pace of Shrimpo's whines and trembles quickened as Finn moved his hands faster. Finn's gaze switched between his lover's adorable face and the shaft his hands were wrapped around, his strokes becoming more determined and diligent as he saw that Shrimpo was getting closer to release.
Shrimpo's legs shook violently as he came into Finn's hand, and he quickly took notice of the fact that some of his cum had gotten on Finn's sweater, "SORRY!" Finn awkwardly stared up at Shrimpo, as if he were awaiting an order from the other toon. "Can I, uh–undress? Is that okay?" Finn was feeling a plethora of emotions, but the one that prevailed among them all was lust, lust for the horribly handsome toon in front of him. "YES..." Shrimpo tried to act tough and in control, but Finn knew that the two of them felt just as desperate for each other, and with the way Shrimpo looked at him hungrily as he tugged down the hem of his shorts, it was far too obvious.
Finn's entrance was already wet, some of his slick dripping down and wetting the covers, (oh well, that was a problem for future him). Shrimpo's cock twitched at the sight, his hands caught Finn's as the fishbowl laid down next to him. "No pressure, but I don't 'reel'-y know what to do from here on out... 'Cod' you take the lead?" Finn gazed at Shrimpo with wide eyes, anticipating a response. "I... I JUST–GAH! WHATEVER!" Shrimpo felt his dignity slipping away from him (as if he had any to begin with). "I WANNA FUCK YOU SO BAD FINN!" Maybe that was a little too forward, but it didn't seem like Finn was opposed to the idea (quite the opposite, in fact).
Shrimpo positioned himself to be above the fishbowl, although his patience was running thin, he didn't want to hurt Finn with his entrance, so he supposed some fingering might help him loosen up. "CAN I USE MY FINGERS FIRST?" Finn nodded, guiding Shrimpo's fingers to his entrance, from there, Shrimpo pressed his fingers in, the breach causing Finn's tail to writhe in pleasure. Shrimpo pushed his fingers in and out, taking his time in between each movement, being careful not to hurt Finn with the jagged edges of his fingernails. Finn weakly moaned as his inner walls clung to Shrimpo's fingers like they were a lifeline.
Just before Finn felt himself reaching his climax, Shrimpo retracted his fingers, unintentionally edging Finn. "Hey...! That's no fa–" Finn was interrupted mid-word as Shrimpo's fingers were quickly replaced by his dick, the cum from Shrimpo's previous orgasm allowed him to push in much easier. "HAH... SORRY, COULDN'T WAIT ANY LONGER..." Finn was instantly pushed over the edge and came at Shrimpo's sudden intrusion, and Shrimpo took notice of the way Finn's juices coated his member as they flowed out from his cunt.
Shrimpo's calloused hands possessively gripped Finn's waist, digging his bitten nails into the fishbowl's sides and eliciting a whine from him. The shrimp set a slow pace, thrusting in and out of Finn's tight heat and groaning at the warmth of the fishbowl's insides. Finn moaned at Shrimpo's every thrust, his voice angelic as if he were singing acapella in theater. Shrimpo's mind clouded with a pleasurable haze from both Finn's hole and from Finn's whines and moans, the sounds he elicited from Finn causing him to more intensely push in and pull out of the fishbowl.
As the frequency of Shrimpo's thrusts sped up, Finn was reduced to a moaning mess as the water in his head sloshed around the glass interior (he now felt very grateful for the cover that Tisha gave him, if he didn't have it on his head would probably be half empty by this point), and any words he would try to say were now barely coherent. Shrimpo was now hyper-focused on pounding Finn, the hypnotic nature of Finn's voice and the frequency of his noises only fueled Shrimpo's desires further. Finn's tail wrapped around the two of them, pulling Shrimpo impossibly closer to him and allowing Finn to wrap his legs around the shrimp's back.
"Ah–! Shrimpy! Wait... slow down!" The shrimp seemed to comply immediately, stopping his thrusts before resuming at a slower pace. "Guh– uh, n-nevermind Shrimpy... just go back to your original–" And without another word, Shrimpo immediately resumed his previously breakneck pace.
"Hah... hngh! Shrimpo, I'm gonna–!" Finn cried out as he reached his orgasm, biting down on Shrimpo's shirt and clinging to him desperately as he squirted on the cock pounding into him. Shrimpo didn't last much longer, coming deep inside the fishbowl with a few more erratic and rough thrusts. Shrimpo slowly pulled out of Finn's cunt, his spend dripped out of the fishbowl's pulsing hole and added to the mess in between his thighs.
"UH... IS IT OKAY THAT I CAME INSIDE YOU?" Shrimpo expressed his concern over the possibility that Finn might get pregnant. "Uhm... I don't think so? I know we were made with these... parts, but I don't think we can ACTUALLY reproduce..." Finn's words sounded a bit unsure, but he hoped that they would stop Shrimpo from fretting over a possible pregnancy. "And either way... you would help me in raising our kid if I did have one, right?" Finn cheekily looked up at his lover, his toothy smile on full display, all for Shrimpo to admire.
"O–OF COURSE!" Shrimpo replied, almost instantaneously, to which Finn giggled. "We should clean up..." Finn motioned to the combination of their fluids that dirtied both themselves and the bed.
"CAN I SHOWER WITH YOU? Y'KNOW TO LIKE–SAVE WATER!"
"Don't be so 'koi,' just say you wanna shower with me! I don't mind!"
"HMPH!"
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Finn smiled contently as he munched on the caramel popcorn in his hands, the calming visuals of the documentary playing on the TV screen in front of him soothed his mind.
Shrimpo went out earlier to get some snacks for them while Finn cleaned up his bed, swapping out the sheets and blanket and dumping the dirtied ones in his laundry basket. The two lovers had cleaned themselves up and changed into more comfortable clothing as they opted to forego the cassette player and spend the rest of the night watching anything they could find on Finn's TV.
Finn's eyes widened in curiosity as he paused the documentary, tapping Shrimpo on the shoulder, "Look! A shrimp!" Finn began happily rambling on about all the shrimp facts he knew, easily overpowering the voice of the narrator of the documentary. Shrimpo silently listened to Finn's excited chattering, most of the facts didn't really apply to him, since he wasn't a real shrimp and lacked most of their biological parts, but he was intrigued nonetheless.
Shrimpo held Finn's face and planted a kiss onto one of his fins, his free hand snaking around his back and pulling the fishbowl into an embrace. The shrimp lovingly caressed his lover's tail, the appendage wiggling in delight at the tender touch of Shrimpo's calloused hands. Finn stopped his talk about shrimps to begin peppering kisses onto Shrimpo's face, which turned into an angry shade of red in response.
"H–HEY, GIVE ME SOME ROOM TO BREATH HE–" Shrimpo was promptly shut up as Finn kissed him on the mouth, the fishbowl's tongue briefly licking at his lips before he pulled away. "Aww, but you're just too cute! I can't 'kelp' it!" Finn tightly wrapped his arms and tail around Shrimpo, pressing their faces together and smiling.
"I love you!"
"NO! I LOVE YOU MORE!"
"Hehe, I guess you do!"
"YEAH, SHRIMPO ALWAYS WINS!"
The documentary had long since been abandoned, only serving as background noise as the two lovers clung to each other in their sleep. Shrimpo usually had nightmares, the negative thoughts that constantly swam around in his head likely attributed to that. However, recently, he's been getting more and more good dreams, and he doesn't think tonight will be any different.
In fact, he expects to have the sweetest dream he's ever had tonight.