The Smokescreen Sharks
Chapter 1
   Shark have a great reputation for being the most dangerous killers of the sea. However, they're far from being as threatening to humans as the movies would tell us, preferring less problematic prey over them. And yet, one should not let their guard down, as some wild inhabitants of the seas happen to be very peculiar...
   A certain swimmer enjoys himself at the seaside, swimming a bit farther from the shore. He doesn't notice a shark that observes him from below. The shark isn't hungry at all, though, and seems to have something else on mind... It sneaks upon a careless swimmer and, with a swift move, drags him underwater. The victim isn't wounded in the process, but the shark pins him to the rock bottom, lies on top of him and waits. The human grimaces as face ends up pressed against the beast's foul tailhole. But a bigger concern soon arises.
   The man starts to run out of oxygen. As he starts to panic, he suddenly feels air filling his lungs again. At the same time, he tastes something foul in his mouth. Another rush of air comes and this time, he can hear a grotesque noise. And then again, hitting his mouth and nostrils with an unpleasant smell and taste. He slowly realizes that the creature just passed gas in his face...
   And then it stops. The  victim lays motionlessly, finding it hard to process what just happened. He snaps out of it, though, as he feels himself running low on air again. He can't believe his own thoughts, but he begins to wish that the shark would fart once more. And yet it's not happening, and driven by survival instincts he pushes on the shark's belly, hopelessly trying to shove the fat beast off him. It remains motionless, but after a few panicked tries its gut begins to growl, and soon the swimmer feels the shark's nasty flatulence filling his lungs once more.
He can breathe again, for a while. He lays there, pinned down hopelessly, his mind struggling. He hates the situation he's in and he hates what he has to do. Hestitatingly, he continues to push on the creature's belly. Another fart. Another breath. And once again. It seems that the stench of flatulence would stay permanently in his throat, nostrils, insides. Whathever the shark is trying to do, he thinks, it can't just stay on top of him forever, no way.
Once again the beast farts in his mouth. This one fart is short, but potent. The swimmer can feel it much stronger... he really feels it. It just feels more... physical. A few more short bursts of flatulence, each with a sronger taste and somewhat nastier sound... the stomach gurgling intensifies...
Oh no.
Along with a hurricane of farts, something far nastier creeps down his throat. Somehow, he manages not to choke, and it ends up travelling towards his stomach. He understands what is happening, but he doesn't want to accept it, tries not to think about it, refuses to believe it. Another, more massive wave of filth washes away all his illusions. He just became a toilet, for a shark. Extremely repulsed, he tries to close his mouth, but the sheer pressure of the shark's body prevents him from doing so. With choking as the only alternative, he instinctively gulps down the beast's liquid dung. His taste buds are driven mad with the unbelievably nasty flavor as the creature relieves itself into his stomach.
After what seems like forever, the shark stops emptying its bowels and slowly detaches itself from the victim. The swimmer, while exhausted, is just concious enough to close his mouth as soon as possible. The beast, satisfied after taking a huge dump, wanders away as its victim floats to the surface.
After being rescued, the swimmer told no one. He didn't really believe it himself. And yet, since then, he kept away from the seaside.