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There was only so much one could say about a day so long in the making. The sun didn't shine any brighter than it normally did on a June afternoon, but it seemed to. The air was no cleaner, nor smelled any sweeter than it did any other, but it seemed to. The smiles which crossed the muzzles of the two boys as they made their way through the woods on that afternoon were no larger than they were on any other great day, but today they seemed to shine brighter than that sun and seemed sweeter than the honeysuckle and lavender which floated in that air.

The last day of school had come, and the two teenagers had made a promise to one another long ago that today would be their day. The years of high school seclusion, of the reticent looks across the cafeteria as they tried to hide the feelings that had grown between them, were as much a part of their past now as the books, and the tests, and the homework; school was out, and here on this June afternoon they were free.

The two--an otter and a raccoon--walked amongst the streams of sunlight and large towering oaks with a sense of wonder reserved chiefly for children.

"Are you sure about this?" asked the raccoon, his yellow fur mimicking the sunlight streaming over it . "I've heard things about these woods, Jamie."

"Exactly! Nobody will bother us up here" answered the otter. Smaller than the raccoon the otter had suffered for his diminutive size. He had constantly been accused of being in the wrong school, more than a few helpful seniors offering to show him where the elementary school was on his first day of his freshman year. The otter had never had the nerve to actually measure his own height, but to say he was well below five feet tall was no stretch of the imagination.

"It's not people I'm worried about bothering us" the raccoon replied, squeezing his boyfriend's paw as his thick purple and yellow ringed tail swept through the dirt of the forest path behind them.

"Stories, Saki"

"I heard Jenny Thomp--"

Jamie shifted the backpack he wore, their camping supplies rattling about inside the pack as the otter shot a derisive look up towards the nervous looking raccoon. The otter offered a re-assuring squeeze of the paw to his lover.

"Just a story" he stated bluntly. "Jenny moved to Wisconsin, everyone knows that! She didn't get eaten by monsters. Bick just didn't want to admit she dumped his ass and left for college--you know how football players are."

Despite himself, Saki smiled and nodded. "Yeah. That makes sense, I s'pose."

The day traveled along with the two boys, the sun beginning to dip below the tree-line by the time they'd reached a clearing large enough to act as a campsite. The soft sounds of water running over rocks echoed through the lengthening dusk shadows of the forest. The tent was erected swiftly, though several articles of clothing were lost in its assembling. Jamie stood looking over their work with a smile, his white t-shirt hanging loosely over a pair of green brief-cut swimtrunks.

"Home, sweet home!" the otter declared, a hint of triumphant glee hidden behind the small male's words. Saki looked on in amusement, waiting for the otter to turn towards him before the raccoon planted a firm kiss on his lover's lips.

"You going to carry me over the threshold?"

"Why? You ready to admit you're the woman in the--" the otter's words were cut off by a second kiss from the taller male. The raccoon's paws roamed over the svelte brown fur of his lover, seeking out the places he'd learned through careful exploration that would make the otter squeal with pleasure. There were no squeals tonight, however, simply the heated groan of a need far too long suppressed. There were no parents to interrupt their concocted study sessions here, just the tender embrace that each of their bodies seemed to thrum in unison for.

Heated breaths tickled at each other's cheeks as the two boys slid into the safety of their tent, the flap left open to the warm night air as crickets began to sing their symphonies in the foliage of the forest glade. It took the two eager males mere minutes to lose more of their clothing, Jamie quickly reduced to just his swim trunks and Saki's shorts long since tossed from the tent.

Only the thin fabric of the raccoon's low cut underwear provided his growing dick any protection from the otter's paw as it curled around Saki's cock, stroking it firmly. Each heavy caress bumped the otter's knuckles against the raccoon's balls, jostling them and drawing a little gasp from the yellow furred male. Their bodies entwined, twin high maintenance machines engaging their engines in synchronized lust. The raccoon's shaft ached and jerked in his briefs as he trailed his muzzle and tongue along Jamie's neck. The otter reared his head back submissively and allowed his lover the tender taste of his throat. Each second was a drumbeat in the otter's head as blood pumped through his young body, each touch of his partner's tongue causing a cavalcade of pent-up desires to march through his thoughts.

Saki's muzzle began to lower along Jamie's chest, tongue paying a visit to each of the otter's hardening nipples in succession before continuing lower. Jamie, for his part, spread his legs in anticipation of the raccoon's inevitable arrival at the tent in his swimtrunks. The otter's arms braced against the plastic canvas which made up the bottom of their tent, the air mattress still packed away and neither of the boys too concerned by it. The otter's hips lifted slightly as Saki's tongue slid into his bellybutton, teasing the boy's sensitive stomach and drawing out the otter's wait for what he knew was coming. The waiting was enough to draw a groan from Jamie's lips, his thick tail beating against the floor of the tent as his body roiled with burgeoning sexual energy.

Finally, the raccoon's paws slid down along Jamie's sides and tucked beneath the waist of the otter's bottoms. The green fabric was easily peeled away from the rock hard cock trapped within the boy's trunks, popping to life and glistening with pre-cum even as the otter looked on expectantly. Saki had seen it before, he had even touched it a few times, but never this closely and never with this much time to appreciate the warmth or smell of it. The otter's musky arousal washed over the raccoon's nose and before the boy could think any better of it, his lips were around its tip. Both of them had seen plenty of blowjobs, but neither had ever had the nerve to try it--if they had been caught they would have paid a heavy price both within their respective families, as well as their school social circles--that was why tonight had been so special.

Jamie's legs tensed as the first succulent grope of Saki's tongue greeted the otter's dick as it slid between his lover's lips. The boy flushed as he lifted an arm to pet along one of the raccoon's ears, gently goading the other male on as his hips began to roll instinctively against Saki's muzzle.

Groans became moans, and moans became desperate grunts as the otter fell onto his back and simply allowed his cock to be devoured by the ravenously horny raccoon. Saki's briefs were dark at the front as pre-cum dribbled into the blue fabric, but he seemed more concerned with the otter than his own needs at the moment. The raccoon's tongue was like a velvet snake coiling around Jamie's dick, the slight bob of Saki's head causing that snake to slither enticingly along the otter's flesh. There was little the otter could do except savour each second of it, his eyes half-closing as he stared up at the shadows dancing on the ceiling. The otter's world was a mixture of contentment and desire, neither over-powering the other but both dancing together in a way which left the otter feeling as though they would overwhelm him despite their contradictory nature.

Finally, desire won out and for one shining second the shadows became something more, something frantic. Jamie's hips arched off the ground, his bare ass quivering and clenching for several seconds before a thick torrent of cum pulsed from his cock in a heated gush which seemed to catch Saki by surprise. The raccoon gulped down the first heavy load of otter spunk--his first--before pulling off, coughing as cum trickled down his lip. Jamie's orgasm wracked his nubile body as a second arch sprayed up onto his belly, a trail of it left in his fur as his balls pulled in tight against the base of his penis. The otter was left panting in the dark as he rode it out, as surprised by the sudden release as Saki had been.

"S-Sorry" panted out the otter, a giggle bubbling from his lips.

"My turn..." murmured the raccoon, and Jamie nodded.

And so it went until both were exhausted.

The crickets were silent by the time Saki's eyes slid open. Jamie was pressed against his side, sleeping soundly as a slight wind rippled the fabric of their tent. The air mattress had been left in their pack, un-needed in the heat of their sensual explorations and even less necessary in the ensuing exhaustion. Both of the males were nude, the scent of cum and sweat heavy in the air. Flashes of memory pumped through Saki's waking mind as he slowly rose up into a sitting position. All of it was secondary to the heavy need throbbing in his dick--different than the earlier sexual hunger that had consumed both of them.

"Going to take a piss" murmured Saki to no-one in particular. With Jamie fast asleep there was no need to say much of anything, but still the words slipped from the raccoon's mouth. He crawled from the tent, not bothering to dress, and made his way to the trees. The moonlight provided enough for the nocturnal male to make his way to them safely, one paw bracing against the trunk of a tree as he let out a soft sigh.

A scent on the wind drew the boy's gaze upwards. It was familiar, yet unexpected. Saki's nose twitched delicately, his muzzle wrinkling in confusion as he looked into the dimness of the forest.

"Hello? Anyone there?"

There was no answer.

Giving himself a shake-off-- his business at the tree finished--the raccoon stepped around the wide birch and looked into the night.

"I can smell you, ain't no point hiding. Were you spying on us or something?" The raccoon's confusion melted more and more into anger with each passing second. The scent was unmistakable--arousal; the fragrant musk of a fellow raccoon's lust drew the boy forward, twigs snapping underfoot as he nearly tripped over a fallen branch. "How about you just shove off, bud? I'm heading back and getting my phone--the cops are going to be on ya if you don't disappear."

The smell was getting stronger. Its silken tendrils curled inside the raccoon's head, flipping his switches and eliciting a response the boy was helpless to stop. His cock was beginning to grow hard again even as he stumbled towards the perceived source. He knew he shouldn't, every fibre of his being demanded he turn around and wake Jamie, but still he moved forward. The smell was intoxicating, like the first whiff of a vintage wine after its uncorking; drunk on it, the raccoon moved forward, his mind unheeded as his dick took over.

The scenery passed by as though he were in a dream, that musk pulling him now as though it had grown hands and was physically pulling him. The boy's heart was a fluttering mess of anxious curiosity and stoic disinterest; he was calm, but he didn't feel it. Saki's cock was hard, jutting up and dripping with desire by the time he reached a break in the foliage. The area wasn't large, perhaps ten feet abreast and several feet off of the path he had been taking through the denser brush. The scent was stronger here than anywhere else, it seemed to be clinging to the leaves of the trees and choking the very air from his lungs. The boy's hips rutted forward as a dreamy moan slipped from his lips, filling the otherwise silent air; even that simple sound was beyond his control to stop now.

Above the raccoon's head hung a heavy leafy pitcher, like someone had placed a jug on the end of a vine and left it amongst the otherwise normal leaves of the trees. It was large, larger than the raccoon by several feet. The tapered opening expanded into a bulbous bowl at the bottom of the pod. It was nearly six feet above the raccoon's head and though Saki couldn't see into it from his position, he knew the smell was coming from inside.

"No use hiding in there, perv. I can smell you" whispered the raccoon. His paw dropped to stroke along the underside of his own shaft as though he hadn't spent a good portion of the evening already satisfying its needs with Jamie. The plant wobbled as a warm wind curled around it, the scent intensifying for a second or two before the wind died down and all was still again. Pre-cum glistened at the tip of the raccoon's penis as he stared up at the plant with slitted eyes.

A series of trees rose up close to the plant's bulb and it was no trouble for the raccoon to use those as a way to climb up towards it. His limbs were growing heavy, however, and as he neared the jug-shaped pod the raccoon found himself nearly slipping from his perch amidst the tree's branches. Perseverance and the lure of that smell were all that kept him going as he neared the lips of the bulb. Only darkness greeted him, however, and even his finely tuned eyes were unable to see into the depths of the plant; that rich odour didn't need to be seen though, and it was more than happy to welcome the boy. It rolled over Saki in waves of noxious enticement and before the raccoon could even register the wobbly feeling in his knees, he was falling.

Saki tumbled from the branches like a wasp stunned by smoke, hitting the lip of the bulb and letting out a barely conscious cry before slipping facefirst down into it. He was acutely aware of the feeling of his cock sliding against the smooth inner-walls of the plant as he slid downwards, the plant as warm as flesh and just as inviting. Gasping in the suddenly cloying environment of the plant's insides, the raccoon tried to right himself only to find his entire upperbody coated in a thick, sticky liquid. It mashed into his fur with each move he made, and the more he struggled, the more it coated him.

The boy's fear was tempered only by the unceasing throb of his dick. The scent and now the strange warm fluid was enough to draw a strangled cry from the raccoon, his arms lifting for the slightly brighter view of the sky through the opening of the plant. Before his eyes, however, that brightness began to fade. The lid of the pitcher was closing, and with it the raccoon lost sight of the scant moonlight which had managed to sneak its way in.

Left alone, swimming in blackness, the boy intently listened to the sound of his own heavy breaths. The daze which had gripped him was gone, the plant had him and as he choked on the smell of its trap the raccoon knew he was in trouble. The scream he could feel bubbling in his throat, however, was given as little hope for escape as the raccoon himself; a thick gelatinous tendril made sure of that. Unseen in the blackness, the appendage grew from the very wall of the plant's bulb, reaching out towards the writhing raccoon before finally sliding easily between his parted lips. The tentacle seemed to be made up of a coalesced collection of the fluids Saki was floundering in, and as it forced its way deeper into his muzzle the sickly sweet flavour encompassed his taste-buds.

The boy's dick slapped wetly against his slime-slickened belly as he bucked and thrashed violently. The tentacle invaded his muzzle, and soon his throat. It forced its way deeper into him and though the raccoon could still somehow breathe, his gag reflex was doing its best to eject the invading goo.

"Graaaammmph!" cried out Saki, his voice muffled and the heat he felt boiling in his belly and loins intensifying.

A second tendril soon slithered across his body, collecting some of the goo that coated his chest and belly before sliding firmly over his cock and hardening around it. The raccoon's hips pressed up against the alien limb involuntarily, and as his rock hard dick was forced to stand up straight by the hardening walls of the tentacle, he could feel it begin to suck him off--it was milking him! Saki groaned out uselessly once more. The limb in his throat had fought its way into his stomach by the time more of them had begun to restrain his body. Whatever it was doing inside him, he could feel it begin to grow thinner, as though it were melting in the increasingly unbearable heat of his body. It slid against the walls of his throat, forcing the boy's oesophagus to remain open and receptive of its guest.

Saki's cock was aching, his body humping into the limited room it had to move as though he were in heat, pre-cum spurting into the unseen tendril submissively even as it had its way with his young malehood. A tentacle around his arm kept it firmly planted against the wall, while more curled around his shins and thighs to keep him from doing little besides hump lewdly into the air. It didn't take long for the drug-addled boy to cum, thick rivulets of his seed spraying into the tendril which encompassed his dick and balls. More cum than he thought he had in him pulsed in pleasure-wracked waves, each one sending a hot blast of lust right up into the boy's brain.

"Mmmmmph!"

There was no respite, however. Even as his orgasm faded, he could feel the plant begin to work him towards a second one. The tendril in his throat had shrunk to half of its original circumference, and as the goo filled his belly he could feel his dick grow hotter and hotter. Having never had an aphrodisiac, Saki's mind reeled at this new sensation and though he couldn't deny the pleasure of it, he couldn't relax and enjoy it either. Minutes passed in a desperate lasciviousness, only as real to the boy as a half-remembered wet dream. When a tendril found its way under his tail it was almost too much for the boy. He clung to consciousness only by the knowledge that if he were to pass out now, he may never wake up.

A second orgasm ripped though Saki's young body, more cum spilling involuntarily into the plant's appendages. The tentacle in his throat was thin enough to allow a proper moan to escape the boy, tears welling in his eyes as pleasure gripped him. His balls were aching from the two subsequent orgasms, and yet the plant made no move to release him or to relent in its torturous affections.

Saki succumbed only after three more climaxes, each one stronger than the one preceding it. Whatever the plant had been force-feeding him not only sustained the boy's ability to produce sperm, but seemed to accelerate it. By the fifth orgasm the raccoon was gushing more cum than ever, and the strain on his body was simply too much to bear. The raccoon's taut body went limp as the climax subsided, and in the depths of the plant he found his end. It would gorge itself on his seed until the body died, before availing itself of the raccoon's corpse. No trace of Saki's body would remain once the plant had fed, save the lush flowering of the pod's exterior--a fitting memorial to a filling meal.

Back at the tent Jamie jolted awake with a muffled scream. Twisted dreams had haunted his sleep and as he sat up the dawn's early light chased them from his mind. The boy's bare fur was slick with sweat and even the pleasant urging of his morning wood wasn't enough to calm the otter's jittery thoughts. The empty space beside him where his lover had been sleeping didn't help either.

"Saki?" he called out. There was no answer. "Saki? You getting breakfast ready?" The encroaching light and the prospect of a day alone with the raccoon finally drew the boy away from the fears born of his forgotten dreams. Rising to his feet and stretching, the otter's nose wrinkled when his paws couldn't reach the roof of the tent. "That's it, I'm buying some platform shoes" the boy mumbled to himself as he pushed open the doorflap and stepped out into the morning light.

A chill still clung to the air, stubbornly refusing to release its grip even as the sun continued to urge its retreat. There was no sign of the raccoon, however, and the packs were laying where they'd been dropped the night before.

"Saki?" the otter called out once again, looking around curiously at the ominously empty clearing. _"Probably off taking a piss,hoping I'll make breakfast for HIM"_thought Jamie, rolling his eyes--it was definitely something the raccoon would do. Figuring turn-about was fair play, the otter simply turned and marched from the clearing. They had passed along a river on their way to the campsite and the faint rumble the boy could hear on the wind told him it fed into a pond nearby; a morning swim was exactly what he needed to recover from the debauchery the night before. By the time he was finished the raccoon would have had no choice but to start making breakfast!

Sunlight glinted from out-of-season frost which shimmered translucently on leaves overhead. It had been cool last night, but surely not cool enough to warrant frost, especially in mid-summer. The slightly white-tinted grass amongst the bushes caught the otter's eye but he paid it little mind, the air was already warming and the frost disappeared before his eyes as though it had been nothing but the momentary condensation of the forest's breath on the world around it. The rumbling sound of what the water-loving male recognized to be a waterfall was growing closer. His naked body tingled at the prospect of splashing about in such a natural environment--a far cry from the heavily chlorinated pools he was used to swimming in.

Humming out the tune of a song he'd heard while packing for this trip, the otter bathed in the beauty of the forest as it came to life. The beat of the song seemed to synchronize with the pulse of the forest.

"Huge!" the otter sang out, "Audacity of huge. Audacity of huge. I got that, audacity of huge. The lyrics made it easy for the otter to sing along even as he jived his way along the path, his mood improving with each step he took and the beat of the song in his mind growing heavier with the roar of the nearing waterfall. The otter's song stopped as he broke through a thin sheath of bushes to find the lake beyond, however. The water twinkled in the dawn light as though the pool were made of the stars disappearing from the sky above. The waterfall--just as he'd thought--was on the opposite side of the pond, its white waters relentlessly crashing into the placid surface beneath. Just wait until Saki saw this!

The otter nearly fell in his haste to get to the edge of the waters. Stumbling over the stones which ringed the lake, as though protecting it, the boy caught himself at the last second. A smile cracked his muzzle at the first feel of damp sand and stone against his feet, but like the mid-summer frost he'd seen earlier, something seemed amiss. A flash of colour amongst the rocks drew the otter's attention. It was a piece of orange fabric tucked half-way beneath the stones. It was an easy matter for the otter's webbed hands to pry the rock up and snatch the fabric out but it was not so easy to explain it being there in the first place.

The fabric was the bottom of a woman's bikini. The orange bikini was mottled by dirt and it was clear it had been there for some time. Surely the owner wouldn't have left without it though, and as the otter looked around there was no sign of anyone else. Another flash of orange nearby drew the otter over the wet stones in several short hops. The top of the same bikini lay strewn amongst the stones haphazardly. The boy's earlier good mood frayed at the edges but remained steadfast in its love of the beautiful morning weather and the inviting pool beside him.

"Probably just went back to their campsite naked and forgot about this" rationalized the otter. His own nudity only strengthened this explanation in his mind--there was little chance of running into anyone out here and the temptation to forego clothing certainly wasn't unique to him! Shaking his thoughts free from the mystery of the abandoned bikini, the otter turned and dove into the water with a renewed burst of positivity.

The water was cold, but as the minutes passed the boy's naturally insulated hide kept him quite comfortable. It was as clean as he'd hoped, and as the boy dove and spun and twirled and danced in the water, he found himself happier than he'd been in awhile. Kelp reached up harmlessly towards him and the otter couldn't help but dart amongst it, giggling at the faint tickle of it trailing along his sleek body; it was glorious down here, and save for the occasional trip to the surface to draw in a fresh gulp of air, the otter realized he'd be perfectly happy staying down here all day.

Movement nearby brought the otter back to reality swiftly. A shadow near the billowing bubbles of the waterfall's entry had the otter's frolicking screech to a halt. Jamie's head canted as he swam towards it--had Saki followed him? There was no sign of whatever had cast that shadow, though the otter's mind drifted as the force of the waterfall pushing down on him even below the water brought a fresh peal of giggles bubbling from the boy's mouth. The shadow was forgotten as readily as the dreams, and the bikini, as the boy returned to his play.

Nearly an hour passed before the otter broke the surface of the lake and did not dive again. Instead, Jamie floated listlessly on his back. The sun was up in force now, its warmth baking the water-dappled pelt of his chest and belly as he languished in the crystalline waters. The shadow had not re-appeared and it had been the furthest thing from the otter's mind right until he felt something swim past him. The shift in the current as the newcomer's large body moved past the otter was enough to have the boy's hackles raised and his previous daze dispelled immediately. The otter raised himself from his backfloat to paddle in the water upright.

"Who's there?" Jamie cried out in surprise. "Saki, that had better not be--" the boy was cut off by something large slamming into him. The air was knocked from his lungs and the small male was thrown back violently even as something powerful--far more powerful than he was--clamped around him. A shriek of terror pierced the early morning as the otter found himself being bucked and assaulted by something beneath the water. Only the occasional flash of green scales and white teeth gave the terrified boy any idea what was attacking him, but his addled mind was in no shape to understand what it was seeing.

A momentary respite in the attack allowed the boy--bleeding from several scratches--to frantically gauge the situation.

"Help! Help!" he cried out desperately, thrashing towards the shore as his limbs refused to co-operate with any grace. Finally, his attacker showed itself. The large jaws of a fully matured feral alligator--unheard of in this part of the world--reared up from the waters. Its tough, leathery body barrelled towards the otter in a burst of speed that gave the boy no time to react. The gator's arms, as stumpy as they were, closed around the otter's body even as its legs did the same and entrapped Jamie in its deadly hold. The otter could feel its claws dig into his young body and he was helpless to stop it from dragging him beneath the water with a final shriek of horror.

The alligator's tail jutted out behind it, bent at an odd angle as it began to spin savagely in the water. The otter couldn't breathe, he couldn't scream, and he certainly couldn't stop the alligator from forcing the precious air he'd held in his lungs as he'd been drug under the water. The words "death roll' rang in the otter's mind, remnants of some documentary he'd seen on television no doubt. The increasingly groggy otter felt like he was going to vomit as he was spun violently. The force of the spin was tearing his consciousness to shreds and Jamie found himself unsure how long he could hold for.

Perhaps it was luck, or perhaps the gator was not as feral as it seemed, but once the otter had been weakened to the point of utter submission, he felt the alligator release its grip of him. The boy's world spun before his star-spangled eyes, mini-bursts of light from oxygen deprivation and the potential concussion caused by the attack kept the otter from doing anything save swim for the surface. Sweet air flooded his lungs as he broke the surface once again--and for the last time.

"Heeelp!" he howled as the alligator surfaced almost directly beneath him. Its jaws were wide open and as they encircled the otter width-wise, they clamped down like a vice that had the captured boy's howl become a scream of pain. Blood splashed from beneath the ivory teeth of the predator, each one punching deep into the unprotected pelt of its prey. Jamie thrashed, his arms smashing against the snout of the creature with a resounding futility that had the boy crying out in more than just pain. He could feel his guts begin to loosen as the gator ground its jagged teeth inside of his body--it was going to bite him right in half at this rate!

As quickly as it had re-appeared, the alligator dove back beneath the waters with its prey still firmly held in its jaws. Blood clouded in the water as Jamie's screeches were cut short and--at least on the surface--the waters grew calm once more. Beneath them Jamie continued to fight for his fading life. He couldn't feel the pain in his chest and belly anymore, the nerves screaming so loudly they'd finally passed out and left their owner helplessly awake as he was eaten alive. The gator's jaws didn't flinch as it began to swim back towards its lair with its prize, Jamie's arms trailing limply behind him as he gurgled out bloody bubbles.

Finally, his body could take it no longer. The cohesion offered by skin, bone and muscle was no match for the gator's jaws and without a single sound it simply snapped. The boy's eyes were glassy as they watched his lower body separate in a gush of gore and entrails. The gator paid little mind to its prey becoming two morsels, rather than one larger one. It twisted in the water as the upper half of the still conscious otter sunk one way and his legs the other. Its body slithered like a snake as it turned towards him and even as the otter died he disconnectedly watched it rush towards him.

Teeth.

Gullet.

Tongue.

Then darkness.

The gator savoured the crunch of the otter's head as it closed its jaws on its breakfast. Blood trickled down its throat as it carried the upper-portion of the strange newcomer to its lake, uncaring of the bits floating off of its prey--snacks for later, nothing more.

Above it, the blood in the water swirled and dispersed as the powerful ripples of the waterfall reached it. Soon, there was nothing, no otter and no gator; all that remained was the water, the waterfall and the implicit invitation to swim in those clean, cool waters.