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Healing Love

Chapter 35: Catch Of The Day

By: Mirron Tenshi

"Catch anything, Max?!" I called over.

"Not yet, babe!" He called back.

Me and Max are fishing on an Ocean Dock; basically, it's a large fishing dock that's as big as a small park. Its about 15 miles away from land so that people can fish for big game. We had to buy fishing rods that can withstand a Great White! Though, I doubt we're going to catch THAT. Originally, the Ocean Dock was built on a reef under the water, but it grew in construction so that large sea animals can swim through the construction of the dock.

I sat patiently, holding onto my pole. I sighed as I leaned my head back, enjoying the light, warm breeze. My ears rotated as I heard footsteps. I looked over my shoulder to see my tiger walking up to me with his gear.

"What's up, hun?"

"Nothing. Just casting over here next to you." Max then baited his hook, drew his rod back, and threw the line out far into the water. Max set his rod down, and then sat next to me on the bench. He leaned on me before I put an arm around him.

I smiled as I felt his tail brushing against mine. I tiled my head back to lay on his, purring lightly as he nuzzled me.

God, I love him. I'm not sure if I believe in as such a thing as 'soul mates', but if that is the case, I'm positive that Max is really The One. I just know we'll always be together. He IS my other half . . .

". . . Max?"

"Yeah, sweetie?" I took a breath, and continued.

"Max, there's something I've been pondering about."

"Hm?" He looked up at me, "What do you mean?" My heart thumped as I'm getting ready to ask him my question.

"Well . . . You're all I really need, Max. I love you, and I'll always cherish the time we share." My husband smiled and kissed my cheek.

"Me too, Allen. You are my heart and soul." My heart lifted a little as he said that.

". . . But . . . What if . . . I wanted . . . More of . . . More out of our life?"

"Huh? What are you getting at, Allen? Is something wrong?"

"No! No, everything's great. It's just . . . Max, would you wa-" Just then, a loud reeling sound squealed in front of me.

I gasped as I grabbed my pole, feeling the line race from the reel. "Whoa!" I locked the reel, and tugged the rod. The rod curved as the top of it pointed to the water. I grunted as I pulled on the line. "Damn! It's a big one . . . !"

"Ease up! Give it some slack!" I growled as the other side of the line pulled hard, "Don't pull TOO hard, it'll snap!" I put the pole forward, and pulled it back, firmly turning the crank as I pulled it.

"Damn, fish got some punch in it!" I snarled as I put my foot on the railing, tugging on the line.

"C'mon, you got this, Allen!" Max carefully eased me backward to pull on the line, "Let in some more line! Let it tire itself out!" Shit, whatever's got my bait is fuckin' strong! I reeled in harshly until the line suddenly went lose, followed by a large object bursting out of the water out there. I jerked my head up to see a huge, wide, white manta ray fly out of the water! It had blue lines along its wingspan, with markings down the middle. It was like a large, glimmering, kite with a long, thin tail with two wide fins on its rear, diving back into the water, where my line pulled the pole again.

"HOLY SHIT, Allen! Don't give up, Allen! C'mon, you got this!"

Other furs were beginning to surround behind us, spectating my battle with this large creature. My rod suddenly jerked, and it was out of my paws. "NOO-"

As quick as a flash, Max seized the rod before it could get over the rail. The crowd all gasped and cheered after Max caught the rod.

"Grrrr . . . C'mon! Get some . . . !" I watched as my tiger handled the pole in a totally different way. The way he was working the rod, moving it up and down, side to side, managing the reel in and out, I feel like I was doing it all wrong! I looked at the reel and saw that Max was reeling in the ray at a much better rate than I was!

"You're doing it, Max! You can do it!"

Within 20 minutes of Max's fishing technique, I could make out the large, white shape, gliding wildly below the surface of the water like a wild kite. The ray skimmed and pounded the water with one of its large wings from time to time. The crowd cheered us on while Max brought the ray in towards the dock.

I took a large net we rented, and carefully but quickly spread it out in front of Max while the large, white monster was brought over it. Another fisherman took the other side of the net, and helped me heave the beast onto the dock.

Applause and cheers came from the crowd as Max put down the rod, groaning and panting as he flopped down on the bench. I smiled excitedly as I hugged him with one arm, and he laughed and kissed my neck as he padded my arm.

The ray is still flopping its wings about with its thin tail whipping up until the fisherman held it, and disarmed its stinger. We watched as the fisherman took a measuring tape, and put the end of it from the tip of the left wing, and pulled back to extend the strip to the other tip. He examined it closely before lifting himself up.

"Wingspan is 5ft 2in!" The crowd cheered as he took the tape, and placed its end to the very thin strand of the stringer, and then extended the tape all the way to the front portion of the ray. ". . . Body length is 6ft 11in!" Another boom came from the crowd, just as a fraction of it cleared to make way for another fisherman to push in a large, digital weight scale.

"Help me, bub." He told me. I nodded and went to take one side of the net the ray was on, and lifted it onto the wide metal plate. The numbers blinked onto the red reader, until it blinked out 202.7lb.

"Looks like we got a new species, folks!" The crowd cheered out. I just stared in awe at this white manta ray. It was almost completely white, with blue markings, subtly resembling a heart-like array.

While the officials called in some marine biologists and containing the ray in a large glass container under the water on the dock, I was sitting down next to Max. He was groaning as I gently massaged his biceps; pulling that ray in took a lot out of him, poor kitty's arms are so sore. Max moaned affectionately as he rubbed his face on my mane.

". . . So what do we name it?" I asked.

"Mm?"

"They said we may have caught a new species of ray. Doesn't that mean we get to name it?" He chuckled as he laid back and let me knead into his arms.

"Maybe . . . So what do we name it?"

"Hmmmm . . . How about the 'Mana Ray'? Mana means heart, right?"

"Not really. Mana means Inner Power, mostly."

"Weeell . . . It kinda fits then."

"Huh? How do you figure?"

"According to the fisherman, mantas are supposed to me extremely heavy, but the one we caught is about 200lbs, but it was still able to put up a hell of a fight."

"Heh. Well don't forget, for all we know, that one could be a juvenile."

"Well, I still like it. Know why?" Max smiled as he shook his head.

"No, why?" I nuzzled him lovingly.

"Because nothing can break OUR mana." Max purred before he turned to kiss me.

"Ok. Mana Ray it is, then."

"Pardon me." The fisherman from before had came up to us.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Nuthin. Just wanted to give ye yur picture." He said as he handed me a large, yellow envelope. "Bein a new species, we ain't particularly allowed to git a taxidermy. So I hope the picture's good nuff." I smiled and nodded.

"Thank you." The fisherman then went back to leave us. I opened the envelope, and pulled out the photo. "Now HERE'S a keeper."

The picture is of me and Max, both holding the fishing rod, with the big white and blue ray on the dock between us.

*A few minutes later*

"Hey Max?" I said, as he and I rode together on the bus along the Ocean Dock back to land, fishing gear packed and ready to be returned.

"Hm?"

"There's something I've been wanting to ask you . . ." Oh god, WHY am I so nervous? Every time I think about asking him about this . . . Something . . .

"What is it, sweetie?" He asked with that adorably curious look.

"Well . . . I was wondering . . ."

*3 hours later*

"FUCK YES!!! Oh! OHH! Oh Allen! Harder! AhhHaahhHHHH!! HARDER!"

"I'm going as hard as I can!" I exclaimed as I dug my claws above the tiger. I backed my body back, and then suddenly tackled his ass with my pelvis. Max roared as his body arched under me. "OHO yeeeaah! That how you like, tiger?!" He moaned like the slutty kitten he is, as his innards continued to contain and stretch around my iron-hard cock, "I'mma pound you so hard, I swear to god, Max, I'll fucking BREED you!"

"Oh you fucking STUD!" He moaned out in heat as I just pound away my ass. Max is on his back, on the bed with the clamshell over us.

I then grabbed his wrists in a quick move, and pinned them on the bed. His legs are spread out, with his toes clutched at the ditches on either side of the edges of the clam frame, all the while with my hips going seriously crazy on his rear, pummeling his willing ass with my rod jack-hammering back and forth, shaking the bed like crazy. I growled as I drove my hard wang into his hot tunnel, abusing his hole nonstop, with him begging for more. Oh god, the way he's squeezing his inner tunnel around my length is driving me nuts!

My husband panted and wailed in pure ecstasy as I relentlessly took his rear by storm. I lowered myself down, and sealed my lips onto his. I closed my eyes as his tongue invaded into my maw. Our tongues did battle with each other as my lance attacked my prostate. I pounded harder and harder into Max's ass, moaning every time my balls slapped against the base of his tail.

Suddenly, he broke out of conjoined mouths, screaming in pleasure before his member splattering all over our abs. Max then clenched his ass on my shaft, causing me to roar in turn just as I came. Hard. My body twitched and bucked into his hot ass, injecting my hot liquids into his insides. I began to pant, blown away from this session.

Sweaty and spent, I pulled his semi hard cock out of the tiger, and flopped down next to my husband. We laid there for several minutes, panting. I closed my eyes just a little before feeling a smile crack onto my muzzle, feeling his lips tenderly brush on my cheek and kissing me tenderly, purring as he licked me. "Ah . . . Hahh . . . Unhh . . ." We panted as the heavy scent of hot, sweaty fuckitude loomed in the clam,

"Ho . . . Fuck . . . I love you, SO much, Max." He chuckled weakly and turned himself around to me, lovingly nudging his leg against mine. I took a dab of his cum from his abs with two finger tips, and put it to his tongue, and have him taste his seed.

"I love you too." We settled down on the big, comfy bed, snuggling together in the afterglow of this particularly wild ride.

I blinked as a thought occurred to me. I completely forgot to talk to Max about when we were on the dock.

IDIOT!

How can I forget?! How did the topic delude from it?! Agh, I'll just ask him now.

". . .Max?"

"Yes, love?"

"I . . . Um . . . What . . . What do you . . . What do you think about . . . Kids?" His ears rotated before he looked to me.

"Kids? You . . ." He turned on the bed, and held prodded himself half up with an arm, "You want to adopt?" I sighed and nodded.

"Yeah. I've been thinking about it, and . . . I wanna have a baby. Now mind you, if we do have kids, we're not going to have as much sex as we want to - probably about once, maybe twice a week at most. And we'll have to work on our work schedules to be able to have time for it, and then there's the schooling, insurance, and-" I felt my face turned to the side, "And . . . And . . ." Simple as that, he kissed me.

Max immediately locked me into another devastating, glacier-melting lip-locks. My eyes rolled back and closed as I became lost in the mouth-to-mouth. His lips smoothly and slowly massaged mine, his tongue rubbing every square inch of my mouth. This overwhelming kiss lasted for almost two minutes before he gently parted the kiss, and looking me in the eyes.

"Allen, I would love to have a child with you."

". . . What about a child?" He giggled as he scratched my ears.

"You're so cute, sweetie." I smiled happily as he cuddled next to me.

"So, Max. What kind of child do you want?"

"Well, I'm thinkin' about a girl kitten."

"Aww!" I said as I pouted a little.

"What, hun?" He said as he looked at me.

"I was hoping for a boy puppy." He turned around, leaning on his arm again.

"Aw, why not a girl? Wouldn't it be nice to have a daughter?"

"No, I wanna son."

"Oh, come on - Girls are more enthusiastic about having 2 dads than boys are." I scoffed.

"Whaaat? Who in the world said that?"

"No one, Allen: Everybody knows that two dads adopt girls, and two moms adopt boys. C'mon, where do you think the terms, 'Daddy's Girl' and 'Mommy's Boy' come from?"

"Pft! Yeah right!"

"It's true, Allen! Don't test the limits, now." I smirked and crossed my arms.

"Bullshit."

"Ah, c'mon. I wanna change of pace. So why not have a girl?"

"Change of pace? What are you talking about - we're already cats, so how about a canine?"

"Hey, we're men, so how about a girl?"

"I don't care what you say, Maxie, we're getting a boy puppy."

"Oh yeah?" He then grabbed my head firmly. I felt worried for a moment. "Well, we'll see about that." His muzzle then mashed into mine.

Whoa! Max kissed me like an oral meteor. I moaned wantonly as his maw forcefully pushed against me, forcing me back, engorging my mouth with his blazing passion. The tiger's tongue was having a death match with mine, wrestling and easily winning a battle of dominance on me.

When he broke the kiss, it took me a second to regain focus. When I came to, I saw that he was looking to me. ". . . Well?" I smirked.

"So which would you like better? A wolf, lab, or dalmatian?" He growled aggravatingly.

"Since when can YOU resist me, huh??" I laughed as I pushed the button to open the shell top of the bed. "Well you know what? No sex for you until you say yes for a daughter. AND we're getting a feline!" I shrugged.

"Alright, suit yourself, sweetie." I said. I then got up, and walked casually to the desk. Well, ok not casually. I down right shifted showed my ass off. I slowly made my way across the room, strutting very gradually in a way to entice Max. I stopped for a moment to stretch, clenching my cheeks in the process.

"I know what you're doing, Allen. And it's not going to work."

"Errrggghhh," I grunted as I stretched side to side, "Ok, babe." I ran my paws through my mane, down my chest, along my sides, down to my butt, groping and rubbing my mounds.

"I mean it, AL. I ain't going for it, and I'm not going for YOU."

"Whatever you say, Max." I held back a snicker as I heard a distinct purring from the bed. I gave my rump a nice few squeezes before continuing. My left ear rotated as I heard him get up from the bed. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him walk towards the bathroom, but his head is towards me. I leaned on the desk with one paw, while my other paw opened the large fake pearl full of chocolates. I slowly swayed my tail seductively over my rump, motioning it to almost beckon him to me.

"Hmmmm," I pondered aloud, stood on one leg to flex my right buttcheek, "I wonder which one to have . . ." I then shifted my weight to my left cheek, "One of the caramels, orrrr . . ." I grinned to myself as I heard his purring get louder, "Maybe the . . . Creme-filled ones . . ."

I had just curved my back to emphasize my butt even more when I heard my husband mutter, "Ah to fuck with it," and immediately came up behind me. I smiled widely as I felt him slap his paw on my ass, and start kneading and squeezing my mound while beginning to gnaw on my shoulder. His other arm wrapped around me and began to pinch and wring my left nipple. I felt myself start to purr like a mad kitten, giggling as I felt something long and hard hotdog on my butt.

The tiger then put his arm on the desk, and pushed everything of the desk in a swipe. He then proceeded to bend me over on the desk, and ground his meat on the crevice of my ass.

Hehe, good thing I spiked our dinner with just a hint of powdered Atsume pill.

*Ten hot, rough, sticky minutes later*

"Hmhmhmhm, ohhhhh, yeeaahh . . ." Max murred. I purred in bliss with him lying on top of me on the floor. I giggled as my anus oozed with a fresh batch of tiger batter. I sighed as I felt his chin on my forehead, then feeling his fingers scratch lightly under my neck.

". . . Lets just decide when we do go to an orphanage, huh, love?" I asked.

"Sounds good." I felt him kiss my forehead as he snuggled up behind me. ". . . Hey Allen?"

"Yeah, babe?"

"You think straight couples have this sort of argument?"

"Mmmm . . ." I moved my tail to intertwine with his, "I imagine so . . ."

"Hmph. I doubt it." He replied.

"Hey, don't be bitter, sweetheart. Some couples have trouble having babies."

"Mmm . . . Yeah, you're right." I smiled as he got off of me, and then scooped me up in his arms. Max purred and kissed me again as he set us onto the bed. We slipped under the covers and cuddled close.

"You're gonna be a great dad."

"You're gonna be a great dad."

We blinked as the synchronized statement hung in the air. We just laughed giggled before he rested at his usual place with his head on my mane.