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Languishinglucy

Being catfished by a particularly hungry catfish who lures their prey out to their swamp with the promise of a really hot date?

Carthy (catfish) pred, Geck (gecko) prey, online called over, post vore, remenicing

Carthy lies in their bed, watching their belly as bulges rise here and there. Stroking over their mud brown belly scakes, feeling the swells rise and fall beneath their flesh. Closing their eyes and imagine what it must be like within their gut as their prey pushes around. Listening to the deep grumbles as their stomach clenches fiercely upon their hapless food after a rather harsh push for freedom.

"There there. You're not getting out." Carthy says as they soothe their gut.

"Already forgot what you are." Carthy muses, causing the preything within to give a viscious shove upwards.

"What where you." Carthy asks theirself and looks around for the pile of clothing.

Carthy slides off their bed upon spotting it, their gut bouncing and sloshing as they prey squirms around before settling. They tromp on over to the pile of clothing and bend down to dig through it until their fingers grace cocodile skin. They gut folds and squeezes their prey harshly, not that there is much movement as the squeezing seems to crush any resistance at the moment.

"Ah. Found it." Carthy says as they stand straight, their prey weakly paws at the stomach around them as the pressure releases.

"Sorry about that." Carthy says while flipping open the wallet and looking at the photo ID, "Ah. Gecko."

Carthy rubs their guts and walks back to their bed. Running their tongue across their lips in elation as they try to commit to memory what their prey was. Is currently.

"Who knew lizards can taste so good." Carthy says and falls gut first onto their bed, grinding their belly into the semi hard surface.

Within, Geck the gecko is wondering how this went so wrong.

Geck couldn't believe his luck. He thought he found the perfect person. This C@tchyCarthyF1sh. At first, their conversations were casual greetings to each other. Mentioning hobbies and jobs a little after a month. He mentioned his interest in moving to a new home with a climate that wouldn't cause his skin to itch so badly. They mentioned that they lived in a swamp and would love to show him what 'swamp life' is like.

They sent him a clip showing how their house was unique. Then they mentioned that they were looking for a roomate and sent a picture to show off the space with themselves partly in frame. Geck messaged them, asking what species they were for the question never once popped into his head. When they revealed that they were a fish, catfish specifically. He jested that he never dated a catfish before. They replied that they never had gecko before.

Geck accepted the invitation and almost a week later. He was cleared from work for some length and decided to pay a visit to Carthy. While it expressed exactly as a date. It felt like it was a date and Geck didn't know why his felt his heart beat with excitement.

Upone arriving at Garthy's home. The first thing Geck noticed was that it resembled a weaver bird nest. Only it was a mud hut on the bottom and trees weaved together at the top.

The second thing Geck noticed was that Carthy was large. A big head that was mostly mouth, a protruding gut, wide shoulders, and standing almost a head taller than Geck. Only wearing some type of pants over their legs. Everything from the waist up was bare flesh and scales.

Carthy invited Geck into their home and seemed to reciprocate his affections at the time.

But now, instead. He is in them. Their stomach to be specific. Relegated to being their belly filler. The internal 'climate' of their stomach would be doing his skin wonders, if it weren't for the clenching and digestive processes happening around him. The rythmic clenching causing his form to ball up further and further within their tank. He assumes Carthy is asleep by now with the lack of any major movement.

Geck thinks back just a few hours prior. How Carthy smiled as they were showing him around the town. Some drinks, some food, meeting a few locals. Then they returned to Carthy's home. Things got steamy. The memories cause him to smile and blush. He struggles a little before looking in the direction he assumed was up. He reached outwards and pressed as if trying to escape before pulling back. Closing his eyes and taking what may be his last breath.

Alternate idea: a pred thinking they're going on a date with a small, svelte prey. When they show up it turns out the prey is actually another pred roughly their size, who expresses an interest in getting eaten and could only get someone's interest through deception.

Ver (lemon shark), Min (goliath grouper), oral vore, dating meetup at a mall food court,

Ver, the lemon shark, sat down in the Fish Maw Mall. Rythmically tapping his webbed fingers on the wood tabletop when the food server working at the greasy hole-in-wall waves him over. He gets up and walks over to collect his food. He is so anxious about his date meet-up that he does nothing more than nod and mumble a thanks as he collects his food. He grabs some napkins and then walks back over to his seat.

When he turns to take his food with him back to his seat. He sees that someone is already sitting there.

"Great." Ver mutters to hinself before walking over, food tray between hands.

As he steps over to his table, he can see that the individual has their phone out on the tabletop. Some sort of stream of messages in front of them.

"Uh, excuse me?" He asks as he steps in front of the individual.

He takes in their form. Mentally noting that he is talking to a Goliath Grouper. He can't tell what their full height is with them sitting down.

"Verrania?" The goliath grouper asks, startling Ver.

Ver hesitates before nodding his head, "Uh, just Ver."

"Hi! I'm Min." Min says as they introduce themselves with a smile.

Ver looks at Min for a minute before setting down his food and pulls out his phone.

"Oh yeah." Min says as they slide their phone towards Ver, their profile visible. Including the very not them image in the profile picture.

"Sorry for the catfish. It wa- is someone I met some time ago." Min says while Ver picks up the phone and confirms that it's their account.

Ver places Min's phone back down and slides it back over to them. Takes his seat and munches on a few fried lobster balls.

"Did I ruin the date?" Min asks while Ver takes a gulp of food.

"Uh, no." Ver says inbetween bites, "I just thought I was meeting a catfish, is all."

"Oh. I get it." Min says before motioning Ver to lean forwards while doing the same.

Ver puts their food down and leans over, cautiously.

"I'm curious." Min says and watches as Ver leans back with wide eyes. Min motions for them to leans forwards again, Ver complies.

"I've eaten a few. And have found myself wondering what it would be like. When I use my own picture, I've only gotten those who want to be eaten by me. So I figured I'd try using an image that isn't my own." Min explains while Ver listens. Stopping for Ver to interject or leave, which he doesn't.

"You're the first who hasn't shied away, avoided me, or jumped away in disgust." Min continues and leans back, snagging the basket of lobster balls as they do.

Ver remains leaning forwards, not paying any mind to Min snagging some of their food, before leaning back. He is silent while Min pops fried ball after fried ball into their mouth until the basket is empty.

"So, you want to be eaten?" Ver asks slowly, eyeing Min's form up and down.

Min gives a nod in reply.

Ver reaches down and unwraps their crab burger, "How big are you?"

Min seems to glow in elation before dimming, "8 ft. Why? Too large?"

Ver shakes their head while taking a bite, "Sorry." Apologizing for their head shake.

"No. I'm barely larger than you by two. Lucky, right?" Ver says while chewing.

Min is silent before smiling and reaching over, "So, this means our date is still on?"

Ver nods, looks down, and slides the remians of his burger over, "Sure. Here. You can have this. I'll have something more filling later." He adds with a wink.

Rhew Na

Noodling gone wrong is always fun.

After all, the stories of a car sized catfish is such shallow water have to be made up!

Bubba, fisting for fish and gets pulled under

Bubba, a plump dachshund,

Moxie Bunn

Bunny who poses as a cat to attract her favorite prey. The cats agree to continue the date because they figure they can have a nice meal if it doesn't go well only to find out they are the ones on Miss Bunny's menu. Miss Bunny is quite small and soft though, so she can't overpower her prey. She coaxes them into a compromised position and even then is very gentle and sympathetic about the whole process.

Cleo (cat), Ms. Bunn (rabbit), sex position, slurping tail then swallowing butt, cafe meetup

When they come to Ms. Bunn's abode, Cleo notcies more than just the mouthwatering scent of rabbit. She can see

"Now is your chance Cleo. You can just wander in, silently, and pin her down. It would be so easy. On 3. 1. 2-" Cleo thought to herself as she watched the rabbit go into the small dead end she called her changing room. But before Cleo could start moving Ms. Bunn exited her closet.

Cleo couldn't help but gawk as the rabbit stepped out in some form of black dominatrix suit with red stritching and lacing, complete with a matching crop resting in her hands.

Ms. Bunn looks down at the whipe for a moment before looking back up at Cleo and gives a shy laugh, "Oh this isn't for you. Unless you'd like that?" She adds with a light whap into her palm.

"Cats are flexible right? So let's do the shibari thing we discussed." Ms. Bunn says as she walks back into her changing room.

Cleo was left stunned, she didn't think the rabbit was serious when she mentioned she worked as a 'pred dominator'. The rabbit was maybe a head or two shorter than her. But cats are flexible.

Cleo cleared her throat and then asked out loud, "Wait. So, am I being charged for this?"

Cleo winced and smacked her palm against her forehead.

"Ha ha! That's funny! So what do you prefer for rope? Silk? Cotton? Velvet? Hemp?" Ms. Bunn calls out to Cleo.

"Surprise me?" Cleo says with a nervous laugh.

Ms. Bunn hums to herself as she picks take out some silk cord rope and walking back outside. Finding Cleo looking around the room as if searching for a way out.

"Oh kitten." Ms. Bunn sarts, startling Cleo, "This your first time?"

Cleo's fur puffs up as she looks offended. "No! Just. I'm the pred here!"

Ms. Bunn titls her head and titters as Cleo covers her mouth in shock. "Oh. Were you expecting to be eating bun? We can do that too."

Ms. Bunn leans forwards as she ourrs her words. "I just need you to close your eyes some. Can you do that?"

Cleo balks as she stares at the rope in the rabbit's hands. "Just close my eyes?"

"Yes kitten. Just close those pretty amber eyes of yours." Ms. Bunn soothes, pressing herself nose to nose with Cleo.

Cleo's gaze lifts from the rope and towards Ms. Bunn's own amber eyes, giving her an unflinching feline stare. Her eyes slowly close as she decides to trust the rabbit.

"Good. Like that." Ms. Bunn says as Cleo closes her eyes.

She rises to her full height