Peppa X Peter

Lustful Shark Fantasies

Peppa gazed lustfully out of the corner of her eye at the manly shark shitting beside her. She nervously dismembered her only child with her unnaturally long fingers, in an effort to appear calm, cool and collected before her lifelong crush. Peter gazed lifelessly at the sky, completely ignoring her seductive behaviour. Peppa almost resented Peter; both for his complete ignorance in regards to her overwhelming attraction towards him, and for how incredibly sexy his 8.5 foot long anal fins were. She drooled as she fantasized about running her eighteen inch fingers over his mouth-wateringly hot fins. She only wished her eyelashes were shorter, so she could behold in full form his gorgeous body. And yet still, Peter paid no attention to her overpowering lust for his virginity. He merely sat there, lifeless like the sexy corpse he was.

Peppa eventually got tired of trying to catch his dying attention. She decided that a hot shower sounded quite appetizing, but she didn't wanna do it alone. She sexily moved closer to Peter, but he still did not react. By this point, she could not resist touching his gorgeous, manly, rotting skin. She seductively grabbed onto his 8.5 foot anal fins and dragged him to the shower, leaving a hot and slimy trail of corpse juice along the floor, forcing him inside the cubicle. And yet he still did not speak to her. She couldn't stand it. She needed to hear his undoubtedly sexy shark moans.

Peter flopped onto the floor and lay still as the hot water ran through the gaping holes in his decaying skin. Peppa was extremely turned on by the soapy, hot water that was passing through said holes. She seductively washed her body, being sure his lifeless, saggy eyes were looking towards her. As she ran her long fingers down her short, stubby body, she made a loud shrieking sound sure to gather Peter's attention. She became filled with rage when Peter didn't reply to her mating call. She slapped his limp corpse and whispered the words "I'll get you back later for that one, Petey boy."

After their hot and steamy shower, Peppa decided to drag Peter's wet, decomposing body into their candle-lit room. From there, she used a coil of fishing net, from which she freed Peter of earlier, and tied him to their bedpost using the remainder of it. Peppa needed to be sure that Peter would not escape, even though he obviously had shown no interest in doing so earlier on in their series of steamy encounters.

Peppa turned off the lights and walked to the door in a seductive manner, making it obvious that she'd return to Peter after gathering the necessary.. tools. She hastily walked to the kitchen, grabbing a steak knife, two pickles and a bowl of fortune cookies. When Peppa returned to the bedroom, she saw that Peter had flopped over on his side. Peppa obviously wasn't very experienced in this field. After tying Peter's soaking wet, fishy body back onto the bedpost, she forced him to pick a fortune cookie from the bowl. He sat lifelessly, unwilling to choose a cookie. Peppa picked one for him, it said "Karmas a bitch." Peppa then winked at Peter and shoved a pickle down his slimy throat, shoving it down into his stomach using her abnormally lengthy fingers. Peppa was turned on even more as he didn't resist the large, phallic vegetable.

They sat there for what felt like an eternity, Peter's fin clasped in Peppa's disturbingly long fingers. She was waiting desperately for Peter to give her a sign, to acknowledge her undying love for him. After hours, or perhaps two minutes, the romantic light of the candles died down to absolute darkness, and Peppa decided it was time to make a move. She donned a pair of heavy duty night vision goggles for complete accuracy, and proceeded to slide another pickle down Peter's gaping throat. Peter still did not make a sound, other than a low gurgle as the pickle entered his rotting stomach.

After what felt like a lifetime of waiting for Peter to show Peppa the same loving affection that she had shown to him, Peppa felt the urge to somehow take back this act of love, but how would she pull off this stunt? Peppa glanced over her shoulder to the steak knife, sitting on the nightstand, just waiting for its turn to be of use...

To be continued-