Gone Fisching
A young calico feline settled down in the soft earth at the edge of a calm river, dropping a mostly-empty cooler and a fishing net on the ground beside himself. He stretched out with a soft yawn, and then gazed around at his surroundings. It was early in the morning, and everything was silent around him. His favorite fishing hole was always private, and he preferred it that way. The river slowed considerably at his spot, forming a calm pool that was always teeming with fish.
Andy eased out of his backpack and set it down next to his small cooler, then carefully placed his fishing pole between his legs. He pinned it between his thighs as he freed the hook, then reached into his backpack to pull out a small carton. He pried the lid off, gazing inside with a sigh. There was one drawback about fishing, which always disgusted him.
The feline reluctantly dug his fingers into the soft dirt in the container, pulling out a large, slimy earthworm. It wiggled between his fingers as he carefully plucked the end of his fishing hook from the air. He stabbed the worm onto to the hook, wrapped it around several times, and then pushed it onto the hook once more. The cat immediately wiped his fingers through the soft dirt, whining in disgust at the slickness that clung to his fur.
"Ugh, so gross," he sighed, satisfied that his fingers were sufficiently clean.
Standing up to cast in his bait, he set his line, then pulled the fishing pole back and snapped it forward with a well-practiced motion. The line zipped noisily as the hooked worm sailed over the water, then landed in the middle of the fishing hole with a quiet plunk. Andy sat back down on the soft earth, resting one paw on his fishing pole while the other rested against the cool earth.
A soft splash caught the feline's attention, his ears perking upright. He turned toward the direction it had come from, though he didn't see anything at first. His eyes scanned over the bubbling water upstream, a glint of morning sunlight reflecting off the surface. Several seconds of watching turned up nothing, however.
"Must've been my imagination," he muttered as he turned back to his fishing pole.
Andy yawned softly as he lay down in the cool earth, listening to the sounds of the water gurgling around him as he stretched out. His fingers remained loosely wrapped around the fishing pole as he closed his eyes, drifting blissfully into a quiet slumber.
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A dark head poked out of the water, watching the young feline that was laid out on the cool riverbank. He eyed the fishing pole that was propped in the multi-colored cat's lap, grinning to himself. The lutrine's belly growled softly, reminding him that he hadn't caught breakfast yet. Perhaps the kitty would have some fish that he could share.
The otter ducked down, paddling gently beneath the surface of the water. He crept closer to the resting feline, easing up to the edge of the river and peeking up from the surface of the shallow water. The calico feline seemed to be completely oblivious to his presence, still sleeping soundly. It would make snooping about that much easier.
The otter slipped out of the water, standing upright. A pair of tan board shorts clung tightly to his body, dripping with water. The rest of his sleek, dark-brown pelt seemed to glisten in the sun as the water fell from his body. A golden anklet hung around his right ankle, gleaming brilliantly. The otter padded over the cool earth, peering down at the small cooler that rested beside the kitty.
As he knelt down to lift the lid of the cooler, a sudden jerk caught the otter's attention. He glanced to his left, watching the end of the fishing pole twitch, and then tug suddenly again. The motion caused the sleeping calico to snap awake, and then look around groggily. The otter immediately dove into nearby bushes, seeking shelter to prevent himself from being seen. The cat's ears perked up at the rustling of leaves, but another sharp tug on the fishing pole captured the calico's attention.
The cat giggled as he gave the pole a tug in return, snapping back his reel and beginning to pull in the line. The otter watched with interested as the feline tugged the pole and reeled in the line in a well-practiced rhythm, his thick tail moving slowly from side to side. He was interested to see what the little cat had caught.
Andy reached down to snatch his fishing net moments later, scurrying down to the edge of the water. He swiped the net into the water and pulled out a large trout, flopping desperately in the net. He turned and walked back toward his cooler, sitting down next to it and reaching into his backpack to fish out a multi-tool.
The otter's mouth almost watered as he eyed the large trout. A fish that size would make an excellent breakfast. He was used to normally enjoying much larger meals, but it would be something. He watched intently as the small cat expertly removed the fishhook, then dropped the trout into his cooler and closed the lid. The feline immediately put fresh bait on his hook, and then cast his line once more.
The lutrine hummed to himself as ideas buzzed through his mind. He could wait for the feline to fall asleep and snatch the fish, but perhaps the small cat would catch more. His belly growled softly, reminding him of his desire for immediate sustenance. He licked his lips as he gazed at the cooler, watching the small cat drift off once again.
"Not gonna wait," the otter mumbled to himself.
The otter carefully slid out of the bushes, ensuring that he didn't disturb the cat's nap. He reached down and slowly opened the lid of the cooler, gazing in at the fish that lay at the bottom. His belly gave another soft growl as the fishy scent caught his nose. He reached in and took the fish by the tail, plucking it from the cooler and releasing the lid, leaving it wide open.
The otter sniffed at the fish hungrily, grinning to himself. Without hesitation, he opened his jaws and lifted the fish over his head, easing the large trout past his lips. He suckled on it lightly, his jaws drooling at the familiar taste that greeted his senses. He nibbled lightly over the trout's head, sighing happily at his find. He eased the fish farther into his jaws, letting his teeth graze over the silvery scales. The otter turned to sneak back to the bushes to enjoy his meal, his thick tail swaying happily behind himself.
The otter jumped as his wagging tail struck the open lid of the cooler, slamming the lid shut with a whump. The noise startled the lutrine into "dropping" his catch, leaving the fish dangling from his jaws, the trout's head nearing the back of his throat. He gazed over his shoulder at the cooler, muttering to himself at his clumsiness. As he glanced over his shoulder, he met eyes with a curious feline, who had also been startled by the snap of the cooler lid.
"Hey! That's my fish!" Andy shouted to the otter, spotting the back-half of the fish hanging from the otter's jaws.
The otter jumped at the outburst, unexpectedly swallowing in the process. The fish slid the rest of the way into the lutrine's jaws, disappearing from view. The otter paused a moment when he realized what he'd done, then swallowed again. He cooed softly to himself as he felt the fish gliding smoothly down his slick gullet, swallowing it the rest of the way down.
"Er, hi. I'm Fischer," the otter said with an embarrassed wave.
The cat stared at the otter, absolutely dumbfounded by what had just happened. "Y-you...you ate my fish!"
The otter blushed, his belly gurgling softly. A soft burp escaped his muzzle, and the otter reached up to excuse himself with a paw. "Sorry."
The calico feline dropped his fishing pole and reached over, lifting the lid of his cooler. Indeed, it was empty. He looked up at the otter again, who had taken a step backwards, his paws casually resting behind his back.
"I can't believe you stole my fish! I was gonna eat that when I got home," the small feline groaned.
Fischer offered a smug grin in return. "You could catch another one."
"What, so you can steal that one, too?" Andy shot back.
The otter's grin only grew. "Well, maybe. That first one didn't quite fill me."
The feline slapped a paw against his face, groaning at the otter's reply. "That doesn't help."
Fischer stepped closer to the calico, kneeling down next to him and resting an elbow on the cooler. "I can help you get that fish back, if you'd like."
The cat's eyes lit up at the suggestion. A mischievous smirk spread over the otter's muzzle as he gazed over the young calico's body. His thick tail swayed back and forth through the air as he waited for a reply.
"Well, I guess that would be okay," Andy replied.
The otter licked his lips, leaning in closer and nodding. "Then tell me, little one. Have you ever had dreams about being eaten?"
Andy froze up. He gazed into the otter's dark eyes, his multi-colored tail moving slowly from side to side. "What?"
The otter leaned in even more, until their muzzles were inches apart. "You know, dreams. Everyone has them, yes?"
Andy's heart sped up noticeably, feeling the otter's warm breath against his muzzle. "W-well, yeah. I do have dreams about...that."
The lutrine nodded, reaching out slowly to rest his paws on the feline's waist. He felt him jump at the touch, but Andy didn't pull away. Fischer kept his eyes locked on the feline's shining green orbs, carefully choosing his words.
"Have you ever wondered what it would be like?" the otter asked with a soft, almost seductive tone.
Andy shifted nervously, breathing faster at the otter's words. His mouth had suddenly grown rather dry. He licked over his lips gently to dampen them, finding it difficult to form the words needed to reply.
"I...well...m-maybe a little," the feline stuttered. "Why?"
Leaning his head up a little, Fischer gave a slow, playful lick over the calico's white and orange muzzle. "Well, I could make those dreams a reality, if you're curious."
The splotches of white fur on the kitty's muzzle seemed to grow noticeably pinker. "B-but...wouldn't I die?"
Fischer shook his head, letting his nose bump against the kitty's. "Not if I can help it."
The kitty cocked his head to one side, looking more than a little confused. "But if you...you know...did that, then how...?"
The lutrine chuckled at the cat's confusion, squeezing his waist lightly. "Let's just say there's something special about me," he replied with a twinkle in his eye.
"What do you mean?" Andy asked.
Fischer reached down, slipping his fingers around the gold anklet. He pushed it down, carefully slipping it down over his foot. He casually spun it around his finger a few times, bringing it to eye level with the calico.
"This little anklet isn't just a decoration," Fischer observed. "It lets me do all sorts of interesting things. The most important thing being that it allows me to bring anyone back at will."
The feline perked up curiously. "Bring someone back?"
Fischer nodded again. "Uh huh. No matter what happened, you would wake up in an otter's arms, safe and sound."
'W-well, that doesn't sound too bad," the cat admitted, reaching down with both paws now to rub over the otter's taut belly. Another question rose up in his mind, though. "Would I fit?"
The lutrine grinned at the cat, slipping the anklet around his wrist and rubbing his own paws up and down Andy's waist. "Oh, I've squeezed down bigger meals than you, my sweet little feline."
Andy giggled lightly at the thought, continuing to feel the otter's slender stomach. "What's it like?"
"Think of it as a warm, slippery sleeping bag," Fischer replied. He leaned in to lap softly over the feline's muzzle again, getting an experimental taste. "You get a nice, slippery massage all over on the way down, and then a warm bed to curl up in."
"Will it hurt?"
The otter shook his head gently, letting his slick tongue rub over the cat's muzzle a bit more eagerly. "Not in the least. I can promise that I'll be as gentle as possible." Fischer cooed softly at the cat's flavor as he licked. His mouth was starting to water at the prospect of this meal.
"W-well...if you promise I'll come back, I m-might let you," Andy said softly.
"I swear on it," the lutrine replied.
The calico feline nodded, his ears folding back as he cuddled up against Fischer. The otter grinned at the gesture, assuming it meant that the kitty was willing. He nuzzled softly along Andy's neck, and then let his tongue drag along his chin in a long, wet lick. The cat shivered lightly at the motion, his eyes closing as he relaxed.
Fischer rubbed his paws softly over the kitty's waist, petting him reassuringly as he licked over the calico's face in wet strokes, starting at his nose and working his way back each time. Andy could feel the otter's warm breath tickling his face each time the lutrine breathed, finding himself strangely drawn in.
The otter's belly growled hungrily, demanding sustenance beyond the fish that he had swallowed already. Fischer was all too eager to comply. His thick tail wagged faster in anticipation as he licked over Andy's face a few more times. He returned to licking over the feline's chin, sighing softly as his tongue finally came to a halt.
"Mmmh, in you go, sweet little cat," the otter cooed quietly.
Andy felt the otter's warm breath rush over him as the otter's jaws spread open, his chin still resting on that warm, slick tongue. He could smell a hint of fish on the otter's breath. Fischer groaned softly as eased his muzzle over the cat's nose, his lips creeping forward. He began to suckle lightly on the short feline snout, pausing a moment. The calico-colored feline didn't seem to be resisting his advances, so he was all too eager to proceed.
The cat's eyes peeked open as he felt the warm suckling come to an end, just in time to see Fischer's maw gaping open. Glistening pink flesh greeted his vision, dripping wetly with slick drool. Beyond those gaping jaws, he could see a soft, fleshy passage that quivered with anticipation. He realized that the otter's warm throat was anticipating him. He was allowing this hungry otter to devour him, just like the dreams that he frequently experienced. This was real, though.
Fischer reached up, placing a paw gently on the back of Andy's head. A soft push eased the cat's face into his jaws, causing the feline to tense up for a moment. A soft scritch along the cat's back coaxed him into relaxing again. The otter purred contently around his mouthful, his tongue licking down along the feline's neck as he worked his jaws softly over the cat's head.
Andy closed his eyes, his tail moving a little quicker now. He rubbed his paws softly over the otter's chest, letting his claws comb through his fur. The lutrine grinned lightly around the cat's head, easing himself a little farther until his lips were snugly wrapped around the calico's neck. He suckled lightly on the little morsel, his tongue caressing over the cat's cheeks and neck. A soft gulp teased the feline's muzzle, before the otter's jaws gaped open to work the slender kitty's shoulders inside.
A soft growl escaped Fischer's throat as he hunched over the surprisingly calm feline, a wet slurp squeezing the cat's head into his gullet. He felt the calico squirm a little as a soft ripple coaxed the cat deeper, his jaws creeping down over the feline's chest. A soft growl reminded the otter how hungry he still was. He debated letting his stomach wait so he could enjoy his meal, but in the end the otter's belly won out.
Fischer squeezed possessively around the cat's waist with both arms as a heavy swallow dragged the little feline deeper, his tongue beginning to lick furiously over him to ease the cat's passage. As much as he wanted to take things slowly, the desire to have the little cat in his belly was too strong. The otter's paws hefted Andy toward his dripping jaws, slick drool soaking the small feline.
Andy's mind raced as he felt the otter's throat gripping and tugging his body deeper. The heat surrounding him was surprisingly pleasant, and he couldn't deny how good it felt each time the hungry lutrine gulped at his small frame. The hungry otter was actually swallowing him. A startled mew escaped his muzzle as the otter's paws slid down to his rump and gave a sharp tug, pushing his slim belly into those waiting jaws.
With a satisfied groan, the otter swallowed deeply around the small cat. His tongue lapped at the cat's belly, easing beneath Andy's shirt and caressing over his soft fur. He almost wish he had stripped off the kitty's clothing first, finding the taste of fur much more appealing. He didn't want his meal to feel completely embarrassed, though. He leaned his head up as he lifted Andy into the air above him, the cat's paws scrambling in the air as they left solid ground.
Fischer grinned at the sight of the wiggling feet, reaching up to rub his webbed fingers over the bare paws. He relaxed for a moment, letting gravity aid him as his feline meal slid deeper into his throat. The soft muscles gripped possessively at the kitty's body, determined to squeeze the wiggling cat into the otter's belly.
Another deep, satisfied gulp dragged Andy's hips into the otter's throat, leaving only the kitty's shins and the end of a flicking tail hanging from Fischer's jaws. Andy found his head sliding down into the otter's belly, greeted by a strong, fishy scent. It was pitch dark in the otter's stomach, but he could feel something pressing against his face. He realized immediately that it was the fish the otter had consumed earlier.
Fischer kneaded his fingers gently over Andy's feet, causing the cat to squirm and kick lightly. Apparently the kitty was ticklish. As tempted as he was to tease the cat a little, however, his stomach was still demanding to be properly filled. His tongue lapped at the cat's knees as he gulped again, pulling those shuffling paws toward his muzzle.
Andy wiggled his muzzle, trying to free himself from the trout as another deep swallow forced him to curl forward. His matted shoulders joined him in the otter's stomach, causing it to stretch a bit. By now, almost his entire body was being caressed by the otter's soft insides. The otter hadn't lied to him about how good it felt.
The otter gave Andy's paws another push, stuffing them greedily into his jaws. He gave the pink pads one final rub before he closed his lips over the wiggling feet, his tongue immediately licking over them. He felt the cat jump and giggle as his smooth tongue lapped over the sensitive feet, grinning to himself. He took a few moments to enjoy lapping over them, before he tilted his head back. A deep, wet gulp pulled the cat's paws back into his throat, clearing his muzzle of the feline morsel.
The otter sighed blissfully, the cat beginning to gather in his belly as more of his body slid down into the wet, slippery sac. He reached down to rub a paw softly over his growing stomach, twitching a little as the cat wiggled to help himself in. It always felt so good when they squirmed. Another deep swallow forced the small feline the rest of the way into his stomach. He licked his lips, groaning quietly as he sat back on the soft riverbank.
"Oooh, yeah. You were delicious, little kitty," the otter purred, rubbing both paws over his stomach. "Mmmh, you feel so good in there."
Andy curled up snugly inside of the otter's surprisingly accommodating stomach, his knees pulled up against his chest and arms pressed close to his body. His tail draped itself around him, the tip flicking lightly. He didn't really register the otter's words at first, but he caught the second part clearly. He giggled to himself, wiggling in the dark, humid place. The otter had actually swallowed him whole, just like in his dreams.
Fischer pressed his paws against the soft bulges that the kitty made, kneading fondly and grinning to himself. The sensation was almost erotic. He leaned back, and then let himself sprawl out on the cool earth, the wiggling bulge standing proudly above him. He gazed down at it with an appreciative purr, his thick tail thumping softly against the ground beside himself.
Andy wiggled as he felt himself slipping around inside of the otter's gut, ending up on his side when the otter stretched out. He was surprised to find how comfortably he could breathe inside of the otter, though he was quickly becoming rather sleepy. The heat of the otter's belly, combined with the gentle kneading of those slick walls was making him tired.
`"Have a nap, little kitty. This otter will take care of you," Fischer purred to the cat, rubbing over the bulge of his gut.
Andy was all too happy to comply with the otter's suggestion, feeling his eyes growing heavy. He sighed deeply, rubbing his slickened paws along the slimy walls. A rumble caught his attention, followed by a low burp. The otter giggled softly, giving his belly a little hug.
"Mmh, sorry kitty. I couldn't help myself."
The feline purred softly to himself, happy that the otter was satisfied. He couldn't fight off sleep any longer, though. His eyes were growing heavier by the second. He sighed deeply as he let his eyes close tightly, hugging himself gently as the kneading of the otter's gut finally lulled him into a blissful slumber. Fischer smiled as he felt the feline morsel grow still, petting fondly over his stomach.
"Sleep well, little cat. I hope to see you again soon."
The otter smiled as he slid his golden anklet off his wrist, reaching down carefully to ease it back over his foot. It glistened in the sunlight, and then glowed gently with a yellow shine, becoming rather warm to the touch. Fischer laid back out in the soft earth, listening to the gentle sounds of the river. His belly gave a soft gurgle around its occupant, another little burp escaping the otter's muzzle, tasting faintly of fish and cat.
Fischer sighed deeply as his paws rubbed back and forth over the sleeping feline, taking another deep breath and closing his eyes. Filling meals always made him so drowsy. His ears perked up as he heard a zipping sound next to himself. Lifting his head, the otter gazed over at the fishing pole that the cat had dropped. The line was rapidly unraveling from the reel, the tip of the pole jumping. Grinning, the otter reached over and picked up the fishing pole. A little snack to top off his meal wouldn't hurt...