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Saltwater
by Komsomol (address withheld)

***

A story set in the near future, where technology can 
bring the dreams and obsessions of people within their 
reach, recollecting one enhanced dream of one lady 
whose dreams can't readily be fulfilled in reality. 
(MMF, sci-fi, zoo)

***

People will always have dreams, and when technology 
progresses the methods of attaining those fantasies 
will become more available... But what worth does a 
fantasy have if it could easily be fulfilled?

Walking through the rainy streets of San Francisco, 
Jeanna Nolan made her way towards an appointment she 
had reserved a month in advance. She walked at a slow, 
determined pace - knowing what she wanted and yet 
willingly taking just a sweet while longer before 
reaching it. The rain didn't really matter to her as it 
ran down her coat and shin-length chigos. Water was an 
element that came to her naturally. Became her, some 
might say. It certainly made the genuine cotton garment 
fit her trim body in a manner which brought the best 
out of it. A marvel of a lady on the better side of her 
twentieth year.

A few onlookers whistled at her, probably just for 
that. Looking over her shoulder and casting a smile 
that was sweet and icy at the same time, the message 
"hello boys - already taken" made clear. She didn't 
have anyone, though, at least no real, breathing lover 
of flesh and bone. She didn't have to worry for herself 
either. 

Although that was a clear wolf-whistle, by a group of 
bike-riding gangers to boot, she was confident. Her 
body was in shape with the martial arts training she 
had been through since her early years. She'd need 
nothing else to protect herself with, and her 
confidence and the way with words she had usually 
settled problems before they even started.

Technology had advanced by a great leap at the start of 
22nd century. No true breakthroughs had been made 
besides medical advances and fusion power, which 
basically ended the global war to be fought over 
resources before any actual claims on foreign land had 
been made by any party. The advances in entertainment 
had followed rapidly with the niche left by ever 
increasing personal wealth and welfare throughout the 
world. To the better part of the society, at least, 
though some of it bled down onto the other side of the 
fences which protected the middle and upper class from 
the Mass.

She had taken up a part-time job to fund her personal 
interests; this was her hobby and her pastime. Seeking 
out her dreams. Some of them had actually started out 
of recurring dreams, like this one, which was clearly 
her most absorbing challenge. On her way into the 
nightclub, Mirrorsphere, she bumped into someone she 
hadn't seen for a while. Her ex-boyfriend. He was nice, 
but it didn't work out for them - something was always 
missing, and they broke up nicely after 7 months of an 
affair, and neither bore hard feelings.

"Hi."

"Hi."

"Heading for the lady's night out, eh?"

"Bet I do. It's been a while, Ron. Are you on duty?"

"Ehh, yeah."

"Shame. Could've popped by for a few drinks."

"Maybe sometime later. You haven't been doing anything 
suspicious with that Rinaldo guy, have you? They've 
been keeping an eye on what he does for a good while 
now, upstairs."

"Mike? He's an angel for all I know, though he spins 
drinks like the devil himself."

"Okay, just checking. None of my business, really, but 
I got to keep an eye on things if I want to keep my 
job. If you catch my drift."

"Heh, sure do. Don't worry, mister officer... I'll be 
safe at home before my bedtime.

She gave her a kind smile as she slipped into the club, 
while the bouncer gave a glance to the cop. He shot one 
back in return with a smirk, lighting a cigarette and 
leaning against the wall, sheltering from that rain 
under the front of the club. Inside the Mirrorsphere 
everything was as usual. It was a constant party 
everytime she came or left the place, and the place had 
no windows in order to maintain that kind of 
atmosphere. 

In the beating of bass, amidst the feverish dancers and 
neon lights, she made her way toward the counter, 
taking a stool and patiently waiting for her turn. She 
usually came here to dance the night or day away, but 
this time was different. No alcohol, light eating and a 
good rest beforehand, she had been instructed. 

Mike Rinaldo was a barkeeper, and good at it. He was 
something of an artist, knowing what people wanted even 
if they couldn't really bring it out into words, and 
usually taking just a glance to know what kinds of 
drinks people would order. Sometimes he made a show out 
of it, entertaining the regulars with this sixth sense 
he had, bringing out a good laughter every time he just 
leant a drink into a patron's hand before they had time 
to even tell what they were coming for. 

She had been one such case, and he had taken time to 
talk with her at the counter on one less frantic night. 
He had a flashy smile which was like a cherry on top of 
his mid-american look, wearing straight black trousers 
and a shiny club-shirt. They had taken time to discuss 
what she really might be after when she sought 
entertainment from places like this, and with a few 
nights more had come to a conclusion. He had led her a 
bit, having more to offer than just the fare served at 
the bar. He could sell dreams.

He had a REMshaper rig at the basement of his club. It 
was new tech and still under federal supervision to 
keep it "in control during commercializing", the 
methods having been perfected a good while ago but the 
manufacturers' licensing wanting to maximize their 
profits out of it. 

Mike had a degree in psychology, and worked with this 
sort of equipment to gather information for supporting 
theories. They had used theirs to just record the 
dreaming process and the subliminal mechanics of the 
mind. The project had come to a stop just as he 
graduated, the sponsors lifting their profits out of 
the deal.

They left the bar together and went into the back room, 
Mike telling his right-hand Tina to look over the bar 
while they went about on their business. The basement 
of the bar was well maintained, not like a basement at 
all but a private club - and indeed it was one. Mike 
had put some good time and money into it, and a 
designer he knew more than personally had done the 
planning for it. The setup was quite simple, and didn't 
really need more than just resting somewhere 
comfortable and attaching a number of small electrode 
patches onto the subject's forehead.

"Is everything ready, Mike?"

"Of course, my darling... I've spent a good while doing 
studies on your subject of interest. To make it as real 
as possible. That's what you wanted?"

"Yes. I want the whole thing to be as close to real as 
possible without actually going into water and -"

"But you can, and should go into water. I've had a tub 
brought here." He smiled. "I even have the salt to go 
with it. Your very own slice of the pacific."

"Thank you, Mike. You're a darling, too, but you have 
someone saying that to you already. I don't really have 
anyone, and honestly don't even feel like I need 
someone to say that to me. I'm past nice with those 
dreams, they just keep on - god. The thing I hate most 
about them is that they're just shadowy feelings about 
things I should do, and they vanish a mere moment after 
I wake up..."

"Don't worry. This will be something you'll remember 
for a long time. And I'm not talking about the 
experience itself; the way it happens is a simulation 
of a true experience. It'll be like actually living 
through it, and then remembering it like just as life. 
- I was a little frightened at times at this, but I 
know that this is what you want. I did it just for you, 
every second and every sensation."

"Muchos gracias, Mike."

She gave his curly hair a kiss, taking a look at the 
vast amount of material he'd been collecting for this. 
Videodiscs, books, recordings... It had been quite a 
job. She'd paid for it in full as an artist should. The 
thing about REMshaping was that it couldn't be just 
programmed - if feelings and ideas were to be inserted, 
they had to be imagined in every vivid detail. It was 
indeed a work of art.

She stripped herself free of clothing, letting her toes 
play on the rug of the floor, and then slipped into the 
briny bath which was so close to human body temperature 
that it could allow her to stay in the water nearly 
indefinitely without fear of hypothermia. He helped her 
lay on the support inside the tub, the scent of 
saltwater filling her nostrils as he worked the patches 
accurately onto her forehead. After confirming him that 
everything was OK, he nodded back to her and started 
the REMshaping. She drifted off into sleep, feeling 
like she was sinking underneath the water. Darkness 
took hold of her vision.

Waves splashed about her as she floated in the sea, 
seeing the sandy beach of an island not far behind her, 
and the bright sun brought out the beautiful scene in 
the bottom of the ocean out into her sight through the 
crystal clear water. She took a dive, and soon noticed 
that she could hold her breath indefinitely, even 
accidentally taking in water which made her expect a 
sudden gagging fit didn't have an effect. Good thing. 
Everything else was so live, so real - She'd been 
freediving earlier and knew what to expect, and this 
was truly it. If this wasn't real life nothing would 
be. She also noticed a chain-wrapped armsleeve running 
from her left wrist up to her shoulder. Excellent, he 
grinned to herself. Mike had indeed thought of 
everything.

Back in the basement of the club, Mike heard footsteps 
from the staircase and the door creaking open.

"What is it, Tina? If the lemons are out, there's 
nothing I can do. We're out of them."

"I'm afraid I'm not here for the lemons."

He suddenly shook up from his chair and looked to the 
door. The cop. He knew him from earlier, having been an 
acquaintance of both. This could ruin everything, he 
thought. They had a brief conversation about what was 
going on, the illegality of such methods of 
entertainment without a license, and came to the 
subject of her dreams. He knew that she had certain 
obsessions about the challenge her dreams seemed to 
give her... They made a deal. He could stay around and 
follow her dream through the videoscreen which was used 
for monitoring the experience, or bring him over for 
questioning and have her dreams cut off. He chose the 
former.

She dived forward under the waves, enjoying the soft 
currents as she drifted with them. Slowly she removed 
her swimming suit, enjoying the feel of water as it 
supported her and caressed her with those soft 
currents, waiting for the other to make an appearance.

At the same time, she felt a current wash against her 
back, and looked on in shock and awe at the first time 
she saw and felt such a creature swim past her. A real 
shark. The magnificent animal slid past her 
effortlessly with a flick of its crescent tail, and she 
brushed her hand against its skin. Sleek, hard and so 
exciting to feel. 

The creature had a clear tiger-stripe pattern along its 
grey back, breaking its pattern with darker lines. The 
overall look of it, the feel of it and the knowledge 
that this was one of the ocean's apex predators made 
her so excited. She stood up to the challenge and took 
hold of its tail as the shark flicked past her.

It was a male, which was soon evident to her by the 
sight of its claspers in her clear sight. She leaned 
her way further along the creature, who seemed to care 
little for her advances, until her searching hands 
ended on one of the penile fins. The shark arched its 
back and tried to joust her off of him, trashing about 
with its tail until it succeeded. One of the wild 
lashes of the beast slid along her thigh and down 
between them, slicing between the folds of her treasure 
and eliciting a loud scream of pain and pleasure from 
her.

She brought her hand to her lower belly which was so 
violently and so erotically touched, giving it a tender 
caress with her fingers, feeling the burn of that lash 
and the flame which burned even more fiercely inside 
her... Having little time for it before the male came 
for another pass. This time it seemed intent on 
attacking her, but she could flick herself with one 
agile roll out of its reach and underneath him, holding 
onto his pectoral fins and bringing herself up against 
his bellyside.

The shark's skin was sleek in one direction and rough 
in the other, and the firm grasp of her squeeze and the 
strong, determined flicks of his body as it swam 
forward made her breasts pin against that hide. She 
started rocking herself against him, feeling that 
burning in her pussy that she couldn't contain anymore. 

There was something so erotic and overwhelming about 
this whole experience that it nearly drove her 
unconscious with the rush she was having. The way her 
body ground to his, the rasping of his skin against her 
stomach, breasts and thighs was so wonderful, and the 
feel of that immensely strong tail flicking between her 
thighs made her moan out... "Ahh, you big fucking 
beast, I have caught you now, and you'll either fuck me 
like you mean it or just chomp at my ribs..."

Those seemed to be the alternatives as she held on for 
dear life. The shark raced in a broad circle, soon 
slowing down its pace as she kneaded her hips against 
him, the scent of a female in heat caught in his 
immensely keen sense of scent... She could feel its 
erection brush against her thigh now, one of the 
claspers swollen and pointed forward with a clear trail 
of creamy juice running from its tip in the water like 
a wisp of smoke from a cigar. 

This was the moment she had been dreaming about, this 
was the thing she had expected. She leant forward along 
the body of the shark, taking its snout between her 
hands and giving a kiss on its pointed nose. Not 
knowing whether it meant anything to it or not, 
probably the latter, but giving her expression of 
gratitude that it had chosen to mate with her. He took 
hold of her presented arm, grasping onto the armor-
sleeve with its teeth and rushed forth. The shark's 
body was arched over her and between her thighs, her 
free hand reaching to take hold of the tip of his 
clasper as it raced forward.

The wild grasp of the shark was something she hadn't 
even imagined, with the armor-sleeve taking most of the 
force and all, but this! She could feel how the beast 
struggled between her thighs and over her, the 
magnificent tiger-shark making use of all of its 15 
feet body to copulate with her, the predator of sheer 
muscle thrusting forward with its lower belly and 
hitting its mark! 

She didn't know whether to moan, scream or die at 
first, the overwhelming feeling of such a wild lover 
taking her so intense... She bit down into his pectoral 
fin in return, grasping with her thighs around that 
thrashing tail which drove the hardened penis-fin into 
her, suddenly filled with a cool fullness that yet 
seemed to stretch her so tight!

"Ooooh you striped bastard, don't you dare to hold back 
one bit! Nnnnrgh... Fuck me like the female I am, and 
like the male you are!" She screamed into his fin, 
biting on it like he bit down on her sleeved arm, 
taking all that the shark could give her and getting 
more in return. She thrust her hips against his body 
and helped more of his penis slide into her, making new 
room within her tightness which had for so long been 
without fulfillment, now feeling like she could finally 
reach it. The male pounded with feverish thrusts, its 
entire body arching into her as it took her.

She willingly gave herself into it, tossed herself into 
the moment of it all, but it didn't seem to end! There 
was always more and more of him to sink in, his teeth 
began to push lightly through that sleeve and touch her 
skin which gave her a huge kick, his wild mating giving 
her orgasm after another... While that cock pounded 
into her, driving itself deep home and making her know 
that this was her home... She needed someone like this, 
with a feeling of locking together so seamlessly that 
no more words were needed, her desire to scream out her 
violent challenges now past and seeming useless in 
retrospect.

Reaching her arm around his body, she held on and rode 
this magnificent male. Giving him what he sought for, 
and receiving what she had been devoid of for so long, 
it felt so wonderful, the pain of their joining so real 
and yet fulfilling in a way she never imagined 
possible. She now knew what her dreams had been about; 
this was the animal in her, for which she willingly 
gave over her body, transcending her human 
consciousness. Returning into the sea... 

And suddenly brought back from her introspection by the 
wild, jerking hilts into her as the male gave forth his 
seed, giving her his breed, the sheer joy of it making 
her scream her pleasure into the fin which she held 
onto with her teeth. The mating pair shared their bites 
of passion, both taking and being taken, giving and 
being given, her smooth hips dancing against his 
rhythmically pumping tail as gushes of his sperm burst 
into her tightness, the excess spurting out in clouds 
of creamy smoke into the brine surrounding them.

Ron couldn't turn his gaze from the vision in front of 
him, suddenly realizing how little he had known of her. 
This might have been the reason why they never could 
seem to fit together - both trying to balance the fine 
line of being sensitive or lustful, deep or impulsive. 
The answer was that her thoughts had been of a 
completely alien sort to him or any other human being. 
Mike followed the scene with some interest, mainly just 
maintaining the experience, smiling to himself as he 
knew that she was indeed living out her fantasy.

They watched as he floated and swam with the tiger-
shark, spending hours with the creature after 
copulating before wanderlust took over both of them, 
but sharing their wordless promises of meeting again. 
Both knew that it was likely that both female and male 
would meet others and mate again, but didn't do 
anything to try and be possessive about the other once 
their time was past...

She saw the last flicks of her lover's tail, caressing 
herself with her hands as she rose to the surface and 
observed the wonderful landscape. This was indeed the 
land of her dreams, but in living reality! The aching 
feel of her body, the feel of seawater salt sinking 
into the slight scratches she had gotten, everything... 
were bumped aside when she felt something more.

The scents of mating had brought out another shark; 
this one was approaching her from the front, a 
sportive-looking, eight-feet Mako displaying its deep 
ultramarine back and the smoky underbody which were 
divided in a distinct border between the colours. It 
was also male as she noticed the telltale look of its 
claspers aft of its belly, and this male took no time 
in familiarizing himself with the female but seized the 
opportunity which she gladly presented.

It approached her on a second pass, and surprised her 
with its sudden barrel-roll over onto her backside. The 
male slid along her back with a rough bump against her 
spine, and before she could protest he had slid his 
pectoral fins beside her body onto a tight grasp.

She was wracked with another surprise as the male's 
penis knifed into her anus, something which she had 
never given out to anyone and had been planning to keep 
as her private property. The painful entry was lessened 
by the copious amounts of slick slime the male 
produced, her vagina still leaking with the previous 
male's gift... 

She grasped at his fins and tried to jostle him off her 
back, but the wild pounding made her squeal in sudden 
pleasure as she found it. The male was showing her the 
pleasures of backdoor loving, and the bastard was 
clearly more than enjoying the lovely creature which it 
distinctly could notice as being less than a match for 
his own species, but the scents were such a good match, 
the mating making the right things click inside its 
head - no, this was a lovely, tight female!

Deciding to just give into the moment, she squeaked 
more in her pleasure as her behind bucked up to him, 
getting his tail slapped against her cheeks with a 
hilting thrust. The mako pounded into her, stabbing its 
less sizeable maleness in and out of her, trying to 
milk itself off as rapidly as possible, in-out, in-out, 
and off into search of a new female... 

They were more opportunistic in nature and had more 
defined mating seasons than those of tiger-sharks, and 
it showed up in their behavior. She wasn't complaining, 
anymore that is, and gave his cock a firm squeeze 
inside her. That was enough to get the swift hunter to 
joyfully give up his semen, the shark's tail giving a 
few rapid bucks into her behind as it made sure it was 
in there to stay.

She gave the sleek little shark a nice kiss on his chin 
before it sped up along its way again, going as fast as 
it came, leaving her with another sore spot but warming 
her heart... This is where she belongs. She swam back 
to the shore for a brief moment. Looking onto the sea, 
she could feel a certain feeling of anxiety, knowing 
that this could be over so soon again, and like dreams, 
it would be impossible enjoy a similar experience 
without some key, some kind of focus, a lasting link...

Back in the club, the cop had decided to enjoy a double 
scotch on the rocks, while the barkeeper took some sips 
out of an energizing drink to keep up his attention. 
Every detail was available to them that existed in 
visual - it was like watching an immensely detailed 
computer modeling, because none of this could happen in 
reality. That's what Ron thought. It couldn't. 

This couldn't be the same girl he knew. He had always 
been slightly taken back by their separation, but had 
concealed his true feelings from her well. A new kind 
of understanding sparked out in him, not sure whether 
it was the shock of the material he was now seeing or a 
new insight above that. He wasn't sure of himself, but 
he was truly happy for her; through her dreaming her 
expression displayed her clear contentness.

Leaving the beach for the sea again, she could see 
numerous splashes in the water, fins cleaving the 
surface of the crystal clear brine. It was clearly a 
gathering of sharks this time, and she swam up into the 
middle of it. She knew that most were too preoccupied 
with each other to pay attention to her, having fed 
themselves full beforehand, and she was left by herself 
to search.

She didn't know what she was looking for, and swam with 
flicks of both feet together like a mermaid as she made 
her way past the joining sharks... Noticing that there 
were all kinds of predators locked together in the 
lustful dance, and she knew then what she was searching 
for, what the focus and the link she sought was. She 
knew that she had to find herself a pair.

Very few species of sharks were said to pair up for 
life, and even fewer were seemingly out looking for 
any. She suddenly felt very lonely, before her eyes 
connected with ones across the underwater orgy into 
deep, black eyes that immediately captivated hers. She 
swam closer and saw that this one was also searching, 
looking in frustration, looking for her... They had 
found each other. This magnificent creature must have 
been the keeper of her dreamworld, an impressive male 
with a regal presence, a great white shark.

They swam past each other at first, letting their sides 
connect, her hand sliding along his sleek side while 
his fin ran from her chest to her toes. She let out a 
deep, passionate sigh at this touch, feeling the pent-
up search which they both had done for so long, and now 
-

She arched herself for him, beckoning for him to take 
her, granting him her body and soul to take and either 
abandon or make his own. The shark swam with strong, 
slow flicks of his crescent tail, the swollen displays 
of maleness swaying along with the heavy mass of 
muscle... 

His broad and pointed nose touched to her thighs, 
running up along them as he drew in her scent and grew 
more and more excited with every passing whiff of her. 
The scent of this female was so enticing and beckoning. 
He took a while searching her, studying her while she 
reached out with her arms and took his head into them, 
holding his front to her in a desperate, firm hug... 
Until it was time.

The male was impressive, and outright frightening 
unless seen through her passionate eyes, over twenty 
feet of sheer hunter as it circled her slowly, 
presenting her with a mating dance as was customary. 
She returned a similar one, displaying her deep longing 
for him, her willingness to give herself up into the 
moment of wild and feral rut, to have his breed inside 
of her. She did not blush of such thoughts anymore, but 
let them wash over her like a crashing wave.

Their union was not without problems, at first, and 
they felt very awkward, the male growing frustrated and 
grasping more firmly at her arm as it tried to enter 
her. Its tail bucked and it rammed its white underbelly 
at her repeatedly, trying to have her, and to the 
onlookers it did resemble like it had merely attacked 
her. There was something more, though, and the male 
soon gave up this method, letting her show him the ways 
of loving.

His underbelly felt so heavenly against her, and she 
loved to just knead her breasts against the raspy feel 
of the skin, the hard nipples so exquisitely tortured 
under his strong body which waited patiently, swimming 
along as she held on to him, fingering herself off to 
orgasm after orgasm while riding with him...

She then eased herself slowly down between his pectoral 
fins, caressing his smooth underside and sharing the 
lovely feeling of touching together, but soon just 
taking a hold of the fins, holding them to her 
shoulders. He wasn't a creature of gentleness or 
caring, driven by simple wills and drives to feed and 
to breed, the first having been fulfilled and now eager 
to complete the second. 

His maleness stood forth bravely, again just one of the 
two as she leaned her thighs up along his sides, 
locking into an embrace and leaning her hips down 
toward his tail. He started sliding within her, and she 
now felt what tightness really meant. It felt like he 
was going to splice her in two with that maleness, 
which was meant for females far above her size, but 
just kept on going down on it. She screamed out in 
pleasure as his strong tail flicked slightly faster and 
further while he swam on, and couldn't do much than 
hold on when he noted the entry.

The white started mating her in a wild, frantic pace, 
its tail thrashing down between her thighs and going 
further into her than she dreamed possible. She felt 
like she was losing herself as that wonderful lover 
mated her, having arched its entire body over her and 
pounding wildly... The lashes of his tail made her body 
grind against his, the teasing on his nipples and the 
violent penetration making her suddenly peak out in an 
orgasm, screaming her pleasure into his snowy 
underside. His preseed flew freely as they swam 
together in a mating dance, him leading her, her giving 
out to him, breaking the surface of the water 
together...

Grasping onto those fins for dear life, she helped him 
push harder and deeper inside her when he found it too 
difficult to go further or decided that this must have 
been the end of it, relighting his flame again and 
again! The shark mated her, bred her, their pairing 
feeling like it had been going on for hours and still 
as they had just touched each other for the first time. 

This was her pair, and she was his; nothing seemed more 
natural at the moment than just letting this immense 
shark ream her, ravage her, love her, caress her in the 
substitutive hold of his fins instead of his teeth. She 
kissed his underside when they slowed down their pace, 
or kicked her knees against his sides at her peaks when 
his mating was most fierce.

She looked around herself, and noticed that the 
brightness of the day had past, and they were just by 
themselves in that sea. The glowing moon bathed them in 
its rays as they crashed above the surface of the 
water, dancing together before falling down into the 
sweet caresses of the waters around them. She was now 
trying her best to please him, and he was giving her 
his best... 

They came together, again and again, her insides being 
filled with more and more of the male's thick creamy 
pudding, filled with the promise of breeding. The pair 
celebrated their finding several more times under the 
light of the moon, diving back into the deep blue 
before crashing through the surface again.

The cop had left the club, reporting that he had seen 
nothing that evening. So did the bartender, withholding 
the secret of her past lover's visit from her. Upon 
being brought back into reality, Jeanna cried out for a 
good long while, not out of sorrow or guilt but out of 
completion, knowing that now she had met this entity 
that made up her dreams and fueled her life. 

In the following days, she was filled with an energy 
that occasionally made her friends wonder whether she 
was on chems; she dismissed these doubts with a hearty 
laughter, and a smirk that she had found something far 
better.

She would be going back to Mirrorsphere, once she had 
acquired enough creds again.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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