The sun hung high in the blue sky that day, an angry pinhead glaring over the land of Yaquoris. It was mind-meltingly hot, enough to turn snowmen into puddles and make men and women alike gasp for relief, baking alive from the inside out.

Nowhere was this true more than Karfar, the Land of Golden Sand. Deep in the desert, nomadic peoples huddled together under what shade they could find, or dug pits into the sand to find cool soil far beneath. Closer to the eastern shore, rich tourists stayed in their hotels or swam in the crystal waters of the Emerald Bay. But the salty sea worked up quite a thirst, so vendors patrolled the beaches, selling ice cream, soda, and more.

Alexander Cathalos was one such tourist, who was on sabbatical after a long year of exhausting, tedious work at the patent office. The young man breathed in the rich, salty air as a breeze washed over his sun-kissed face, blowing through his dirty blond hair. He wore a simple white T-shirt, a pair of green swim trunks, and a pair of blue sandals.

Throughout the day, Alexander had explored the Emerald Bay, whether it was upon its many beaches or the islands that dotted the horizon. He scuba dived through the green waters, marveled at the aquatic creatures that called this place home, and soared high above upon a paraglider. All of this worked up a terrible thirst, but to his dismay, many of the vendors laced their products with salt or excess sugar. This only heightened his thirst, so Alexander searched for a single vendor he could trust.

Thankfully, there were no shortage of options: the further Alexander explored the golden sands, the more vendors he saw. Some were Avesians, bird people who sold glittery sea shells alongside sweet lemonade. Others were Scaly Broods, bipedal reptiles who offered free neck massages with every tenth purchase. And some were Phractos, insect people who promised flight tours over the beach along with deep fried crickets.

Most curious, however, was one Spawn vendor. As a fish person, the Spawn couldn't travel on land, so they sold stuff off a dinghy moored to the St. Mercer Boardwalk. The Spawn was a massive shark more than 10 feet long, a Blue Shark with sky blue scales. With sharp fins, a muscular tail, and arms laced with scars, the Spawn cut an imposing figure as they sold drinks to swimmers and surfers, who formed a rough line as their toes barely touched the shoreline. Alexander noted the Spawn's light brown hair, their yellow eyes, and mouth lined with triangular teeth. Such teeth were razor sharp and clearly meant for slicing and dicing.

These features weren't interesting in of themselves, but rather the Spawn's head that caught Alexander's attention. On the Spawn's shoulders was not one but two heads, one right beside the other. While the left head had an X-shaped scar on her nose and a cheerful grin, the right head wore a sour frown with a scar on her left cheek. It happened rarely, but some Spawn were known to be born with strange mutations, especially those born in the sunken city of Sohrik.

Perhaps that would explain the Spawn’s other notable feature: their huge honking hooters! As fish people, Spawn notoriously lacked mammaries, but this one had breasts bigger than boulders and twice as heavy. They were curvy and round like medicine balls, yet softer than clouds and velvety smooth. The shark’s white underbelly made the marshmallowy mounds look like giant moons, but their blue scales wrapped around the edges. This accentuated the Spawn’s nipples, which popped out proudly with areolas wide as half-Dauri coins. If someone so much as poked the breast flesh, one's hand would surely disappear between the fat folds forever.

In truth, the Spawn’s rack dwarfed that of any human’s, and save for those of elephant Fur Folks, these massive mammaries were the biggest boobies on the seven seas. Everyone couldn't help but stare at them, not that the Spawn noticed; since clothes simply weighed Spawn down in the water, few Spawn cared about nudity. So, with the flagrance of a dye-in-the-wool pervert, the Spawn rested their hefty melons upon the dinghy's sales counter, nearly shoving off any goods the Spawn sold.

"Here you go, ma'am! Enjoy!" said the Spawn's Left Head, waving cheerfully as a blushing customer swam away with an icy beer bottle.

"Your patronage is tolerated," said the Spawn's Right Head, counting the copper coins in her hand. Once the purchase was finalized, the Spawn tucked the coins inside her heaving chest, which was surely the safest place in the world.

From afar, Alexander found himself dumbstruck by the shapely Spawn. The young man thought himself a decent person, not one given to superficial judgments, but one must be blind to not appreciate the vast valley that was the Shark Spawn's cleavage. Wide and deep, that valley went on forever, sinking for miles towards the Spawn's heart. What he wouldn't give to explore that valley, to plunge headlong into that fleshy oasis.

Before Alexander lost his senses, however, the young man shook his head. No, he needed to focus! Appreciating a woman's beauty was one thing, but wild fantasies were best left that: dreams to be forgotten. Besides, Alexander was a human and this lovely Spawn, well, a giant shark person. It would never work out.

So, clearing his throat, Alexander walked into the cool, refreshing waters of the Emerald Bay and swam towards the dinghy. It was further out than he thought, but if Alexander let himself sink up to the ears, his tippy toes just barely touched the shoreline. He did his best to speak like that, before Alexander chose to tread water instead.

"Good afternoon, ladies. I don't suppose you have anymore beverages on this sweltering day?" asked Alexander genially, doing his best to look the Spawn in the eye and not notice that the nipples were a a lovely shade of coral pink. "May I, er, ask who is serving my drinks?"

The shark grinned at Alexander, or rather, the Spawn's Left Head did; the Right merely looked at him like a cockroach that wasn't worth squashing.

"Howdy! Pleasure to meet yah, stranger!" The Spawn's Right Head put a hand to her ample chest, which bounced like a trampoline and almost upended the boat. "The name is Rachel Nola, and this is my sis, Rebecca! Welcome to our Boat of Decadent Delights."

"'Where All Your Dreams Come True,'" said Rebecca, in the same tone as someone who recited this line a thousand times and hated every last second of it. "And sorry, that was our last beer. Would you prefer something non-alcoholic?"

"Yeah!" Rachel's youthful exuberance was enough to power a whole city. "We got ice tea, limeade, Afterglows, Fuzzless Navels, Virgin Chi Chis, and Shark Nectar! Or would yah prefer some soft serve? We can make ice cream real quick too."

Alexander mulled over the drink list, but one stood out among all the others. What could 'Shark Nectar' possibly be? Was it like honey, collected by sharks from sea anemones or the like? Was it safe for humans to drink? What could it possibly taste like?

"Well, I'm not afraid to try new things. So please give me a tall glass of Shark Nectar," said Alexander. He spoke in the most charming, suave voice possible; while he knew better than to flirt with a shark, Alexander couldn't help but flirt with a pretty lady. Ladies. Uh, whatever pronouns the Nola Sisters preferred?

While Rachel nodded eagerly to the request, a pink blush enveloped Rebecca's face. For a moment, she looked speechless. Embarrassment quickly gave way to outrage, however, and the shark looked at her twin sister, daggers in her eyes.

"How did you ever talk me into making that a menu item?" said Rebecca with a snarl. "This is so degrading."

Rachel shrugged. "Come on, we gotta relieve the extra baggage! We ate too much calcium! If they fill up too much, we'll barely be able to drag ourselves across the sea floor." The Spawn's Right Head laughed. "Besides, doesn't it feel good for you? I love how it tickles!"

"Ugh... why must I share my body with a total dumb-dumb?"

With that, the Nola Sisters turned their back on Alexander. Their arms moved in synchronized motions, back-and-forth, up-and-down, with the practiced ease of experienced professionals. Grunts of effort escaped the Spawn, which mixed with restrained moans. And although the young man couldn't see what they were doing, Alexander's ears turned a bright red as his mind filled in the spaces. There was even faint splurt splurt sounds, not unlike a liquid filling a jar.

After a minute or so of this, the Nola Sisters spun back around. While Rachel's face was covered in thick beads of sweat, Rebecca's face was rose red. In their hand was a carved out coconut full of white, frothy milk. Steam rose off the drink, and while Alexander struggled not to stare, he couldn't help but notice how the Spawn's nipples were a darker shade of pink. Was that indeed sweat rolling down the nipples, or perhaps a fluid far richer and creamier?

"Here you go, sir!" said Rachel, who seemed out of breath. "One refreshing glass of Shark Nectar! Fresh from the, uh, tap."

"It's coconut milk. We squeeze it ourselves." Rebecca clenched her fist, making the knuckles crack. It wasn't difficult to imagine that same fist snapping bones like twigs, or ripping off the legs of a loose-lipped swimmer.

Alexander gave Rebecca a nervous look. He knew trouble when he saw it, and the last thing he wanted was returning home in a body bag. So instead, the young man let out an uneasy laugh and raised the coconut cup high in appreciation.

"Thank you very much, ladies. I'll be sure to, uh, yes." After paying the Spawn what they were owed, Alexander swam away as politely as possible, careful not to offend the Nola Sisters further or spill his beverage. Already a small line of patrons had formed behind him, most of them tourists sitting on their surfboards. Alexander couldn't help but notice how brightly the other patrons blushed, or how their eyes gazed deeply into the Spawn's beautiful mountains with their pink-capped peaks.

Once he was a safe distance away and could stand firmly upon the shoreline, Alexander took a sip of the Shark Nectar. Immediately, it felt like he was struck by lightning: the richness, the sheer bold flavor! The nectar was silky like the heavenliest cream that went down smooth, yet sharp like coffee boiled from the muskiest of beans. The sweet flavor made his taste buds sing, like he drank honey straight from the hive, yet there was a tart aftertaste like sucking a freshly picked lime. And the warmth, ah! With every sip, it felt like the Nectar washed down Alexander's throat and poured over his bones, enveloping his very soul in a golden haze of decadent joy.

The Shark Nectar was so good, so delicious that Alexander couldn't get enough, and before he realized it, the coconut was dry. He stared at the empty bowl, filled with longing. Where had it gone? Did he spill even a single drop? No no, there was no mistake: the young man was simply that thirsty.

And no matter what, Alexander would slake his thirst. To do otherwise would drive him mad, so once the line to the Boat of Decadent Delights was gone, Alexander swam back over to the Nola Sisters.

"Apologies for bothering you again, ladies. But, if it was possible, and not too much trouble, would you be so kind as to..." With a hopeful look, Alexander held out the empty coconut. The Nola Sisters looked between the coconut and the young man, their faces flush and eyes wide with disbelief.

"You want... more?" Rachel let out a nervous chuckle and rubbed the back of her head. Alexander wasn't sure if she was more embarrassed or pleased. "Wh-what a flatterer! Guess you really like our mil- nectar- that much, eh? Guess we make one hell of a drink, shahaha!"

Rebecca folded an arm under her chest, which only accentuated her massive and pillowy cushions. The shark snorted and leveled a glare on Alexander. "... better not greedy. Anyone who drinks too much Shark Nectar turns into a chunky meatball, and a juicy cow. And Onir knows how much we sharks love fat."

To reinforce her point, Rebecca licked her chompers, a pink tongue sliding across the shark's razor sharp teeth. Despite her threat though, the Nola Sisters still made another batch of Shark Nectar, squeezing their 'coconuts' until their hands were sore. This time, the batch was supersized with over a gallon's worth in a huge coconut bowl. When it was handed over to Alexander, the Nola Sisters couldn't even look him in the eye.

It was then that a heavy bump hit the boat from beneath with a loud wooden thump. It made the Boat of Decadent Delights shudder in the water, the boards groaning in protest.

"Oh, come on! We fed you all an hour ago!" said Rebecca. With an annoyed expression, the Spawn reached down and caressed her belly, which was hidden beneath the waves. Due to the dark shadows of the nearby boardwalk, which loomed over the dinghy, Alexander could only the faintest outline of the shark's underside. To his surprise, the Nola Sister's midsection was considerably large, and perhaps even larger in a good light. Round and wide like their heavenly tits, the big belly emanated a powerful aura of fertility that was enough to bowl over any virgin.

Quickly, Rachel gave Alexander an apologetic grin before glancing at her distended abdomen as well.

"Yeah, and they're hungry again. Maybe we should close up shop and grab the kiddies a snack?" Rachel let out a light laugh. "D-Don't worry, Becky. Soon they'll be out, and we can relax for a few months..."

Alexander blinked. He felt as though a second conversation was happening in front of him, and it was a mysterious territory he was vastly too inexperienced to explore. So instead, he forced his attention away from the bulging midsection, where the faintest bulges rose beneath the Spawn's scales.

"W-well, th-thank you for the drink. Uh." Desperate to change the topic, Alexander threw caution to the wind. "But I gotta ask though... this nectar is terrific. Perhaps the best drink I've ever had! If I'm not intruding, how did you come across it? Is it a family recipe, perhaps a juice squeezed out of a jellyfish or...?"

Quickly, the Nola Sisters shared a glance. While Rebecca shook her head furiously, Rachel gave a devil-may-care smirk and leaned forward. It was almost enough to capsize the dinghy, as well as envelope Alexander between the massive, milky, mamba jamba titties. Given their sheer volume, if Alexander so much as touched those marvelous melons, he would disappear without a trace.

"Well, its a real funny story, now that you mention it!" Rachel giggled at the thought. "About a week ago, while Becky and I were scavenging the sea floor for sunken treasure, some pirates visited our private island of Lluvia! Its where we keep our loot, which those nasty pirates dug up. And well, we couldn't let that happen, so we-"

"Ate them. Like a sea beast of old, we smashed their dinky ship to splinters and ate them all. Those pirates didn't know what hit them," said Rebecca. She waved a hand across their dinghy. "Where do you think we got this boat, huh?"

"Exactly!" Rachel pointed to their swollen midsection, which upon closer inspection was thrice the size of the dinghy. At the mention, the distended belly throbbed powerfully, enough that Alexander felt a wave of lifeforce rise up and wash over him. There was a deep hunger in that belly, driven by more toothy mouths than Alexander could ever count. "But these little fellas, these bundles of joy... after we had one pirate meal, they wanted another. And another! Pretty soon, we cleared the whole Emerald Bay out of pirates! And all that protein and calcium, well, its gotta go somewhere..."

"And hungry as 'the darlings' will be when we pop in, oh, a week? No way can they drink all our 'Shark Nectar.'" Rebecca used actual air quotes before raising an eyebrow. "So guess what we did, what we serve customers like you. Go on, guess."

A deep and gastric growl came from the Spawn's belly. It called for meat, for rich and juicy meat. Drool dripped from the shark's mouths and Rebecca gave Alexander a nasty smile.

"Go on. Give me an excuse."

Rachel snorted at this and gently patted Rebecca on the face.

"Oh, don't be so mean! Sure, this guy is a filthy stinking human, but he complimented our 'Nectar!' He cannot be all bad. Let's spare someone, just this once."

Rachel shot Alexander a friendly wink, then casually plucked a human skull from between the behemoth breasts. She smirked at it, then with her mighty jaws, she took a bite out of the cranium. The bone cracked like a potato chip, leaving white splinters to fall upon the ample chest like crumbs. "So. Funny story, huh?"

Alexander was stiff as a statue. He didn't breath, he didn't dare blink. Slowly, his head turned down to the oversized coconut, where the Shark Nectar sloshed around the bowl. An expression of dawning horror mixed with the broken smile that remained on his face.

Eventually, Alexander asked, "So. C-Can I leave now?"

"Yes, of course!" Rachel grinned widely, her mouth full of deadly, dangerous teeth. "We've sold out our stock, and with no more pirates to snack on, we'll hit up this beach for a few tasty morsels. So long as you're out of the water in the next few minutes, you'll be safe."

"R-right." Alexander gulped hard, and very slowly, very steadily made his way towards dry land. He didn't want to take any sudden movements, lest the Nola Sisters' change their minds. Over his shoulder, Alexander said "That was... a fantastic story, you two are a genuine delight to be around. Hopefully I'll see you lovely ladies in the future."

Rachel waved farewell, while Rebecca merely scoffed. The Spawn's Right Head was already dismantling the dinghy, now that the mass of wood snapping into splintered shards no longer served their interests.

"Pray that you don't!" shouted Rachel. "'Cause next time, I'll eat you myself! Take care, Mr. Cute Customer!"

Suddenly, Alexander wanted nothing more than to run, but he restrained himself to a powerwalk. In no time at all, the young man reached the shore, where he was surrounded by innocent, naive tourists. Wearily, he looked back to Emerald Bay, and to his distress, saw the Nola Sisters were gone, vanished beneath the waves. All that was left the smashed ruins of the dinghy, which silently drifted out to sea like so much detritus.

"... its probably a good thing I didn't hit on them after all," thought Alexander as a shiver washed over him, chilling him to the bone on this sweltering hot beach. "Who knows if I would have escaped then?"

Numbly, Alexander walked further up the beach, getting as far away from the ocean as possible. Perhaps it would be best if he avoided salt water for, oh, the next decade or two? Who knew what dangers swam in there? And to think, all he had to remember this day with was a large coconut.

Slowly, Alexander's attention drifted down to coconut again, which still brimmed with a gallon of rich, sweet, delicious Shark Nectar.

"...Credit where it's due, it's still a damn good drink," muttered Alexander, who took a sip even as the shouts and screams and ear-splitting belches started on the far end of the beach.

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Not gonna lie, this story was once much longer. About three times the length, but like the original "Best Waitress in Town" story, it was a rehash of "One (Un)Lucky Customer." I love to write smut fics of my OCs, but if the story doesn't change the formula enough to set it apart from prior stories, then I lose interest. Why should I commit time to a half-baked porno when I can write something more original?

But hey, perhaps in the future, I'll strike upon another Rachel & Rebecca smut story that does set itself apart? Something that really adds flavor and diversity to the sex, so the audience can enjoy it for reasons other than the strengths of "One (Un)Lucky Customer?" Only time will tell!

Oh, and where are my manners? The character of Alexander Cathalos belongs to my friend  Neo232, who helped me considerably while writing this story. I dedicate this story to him.

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Art by the noble, yet notorious  negullust

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