The Day's Catch
A bored fisherman and a zebra out for a bit of exercise discover they have some interests in common. No points for guessing what ;)
A bored fisherman and a zebra out for a bit of exercise discover they have some interests in common. No points for guessing what ;)
Written on commission for WSAD and featuring one of his characters and a deerhound fisherman in the charming, picturesque town of Cannon Shoals. I am not quite certain if this is canon yet, but if so it takes place last summer, around the time of "For Pierrot and Columbine." Otherwise this is just a short ride, not much for plot, but I hope ya like it. Please note that the character Alexi belongs to her owner,
WSAD.
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"The Day's Catch," by Rob Baird
The Katie Coefeld was a halibut boat, and of all the great ships that plied the Pacific Ocean she had to be the best. The 47-foot longliner's fiberglass hull had weathered four decades of the Oregon Coast, and so what if her Volvo diesel was a bit anemic? So what if most of her machinery was old enough to vote and the refrigerator only worked a hard eighty percent of the time?
Ryan Bridgman was glad the Katie Coefeld called him hers. Not like Captain Horvath had many options for crewmen, but it was still a vote of confidence -- and it beat the hell out of working the crab boats. Halibut was something you could be proud of.
That was why he'd volunteered to come down to the harbor and install the boat's new radio -- that, and what else would he be doing on a Saturday morning? The deerhound wasn't hungover; that was a good start.
Cannon Shoals was at its best on summer mornings, when the sun burned the fog off and it burst, ray by ray, over the bridge to flood the harbor with silvery light. Some of the other boats were actually working, but Charlie Horvath was fighting for permits and until the fish-huggers had been pacified or bribed or whatever there wasn't much reason to take the Katie Coefeld to sea.
With the radio installed, the big deerhound settled on the railing at the bow, watching the harbor coming to life one boat at a time. On shore, there was even less activity. Some people doing boring maintenance, like him. Some people coming down to see what might be fresh and for sale.
And one lone figure, jogging down the street and along the edge of the harbor. She was wearing jogging shorts and a tight, clinging top that only barely kept her heaving chest from being obscene as opposed to merely entertaining.
At first he thought she might've been a horse, for she had that sort of powerful, athletic build and straight limbs. The stripes visible on her side, though, were a dead giveaway. Cute. Wouldn't mind takin' that one for a ride...
The zebra caught him looking and slowed to a halt, jogging in place and unthreading the earbuds from her curving, deep black ears. She didn't look to be out of breath, and she shouted over to him. "What, enjoying the view?"
Ryan grinned. "Maybe."
Cannon Shoals seemed to be mostly canines; he knew a few deer and the fishing fleet had more than its share of otters -- but anything equine? They didn't seem to cotton to the rain and the pine trees.
So it was as good a time as any to investigate closer. This one was pretty tall -- had to be a couple inches short of six feet. Big hips, and nice toned legs showed off by the pretty much nothing she was wearing. "Ain't you cold?"
"Look like it?" she asked.
He'd sort of expected her to keep running: he didn't recognize the zebra, so she was probably a tourist out for their morning exercise. Those didn't seem to enjoy the attentions of the fishermen so much.
Not like it would've been all that bad if she'd started running; she had a hell of a rack and the sports bra was decidedly up against a serious threat. Would be nice to see in motion again.
"Well, c'mon. Mornin', fog's just liftin'... I'm just worried about you, that's all." The deerhound winked, to show just how very sincere he was.
"Bet you fucking are." The zebra laughed. Behind her the street curved away from the harbor towards the rest of the town, and she looked towards it thoughtfully. But then she reached to the strap on her arm, turned off her music player, and jogged over to the pier. "For your information, I can handle myself."
Close up, he caught sight of her striking yellow eyes. The look in them was almost a challenge. "Is that so?"
"Oh, please, like some fucking fishermen is going to try stepping? Bring it." She wasn't going anywhere, though, despite the big words.
Nor was he. Charlie didn't care what happened on the Katie Coefeld as long as it got cleaned up afterward. He swung himself over the railing and jumped down to the pier. "You were saying?"
Up close, the deerhound knew he could be imposing. He had nearly a foot on the zebra, who was no slouch, and ten years on fishing boats had given him enough muscles to justify the beers he put away at the harbor dive bar.
She sized him up, and then shrugged. Ryan laughed. "Yeah?"
"You think you're today's catch, stud?" She rolled her eyes and shook her head, tossing a long black mane over her shoulder. "I should've known my friend was right about all you cocky motherfuckers. She told me to stay away from you guys."
"Not a bad idea." Ryan took a step closer. His sensitive canine nose caught the scent of her exertion -- must've been a hell of a jog -- and was there just the... hint of something else? A little too natural to be perfume, but... "New in town, babe?"
"Staying with my friend for the summer," she told him -- and pushed him away with a shove to his shoulder, although it was more playful than anything else. "Don't believe in personal space?"
"Want to see what I'm gettin'," he corrected, and didn't step back. "What the hell do you do? You a drill instructor or something?"
"I'm a guidance counselor." She reached out to shove him again, and when he grabbed her wrist he saw the zebra's lips turn in a smile she hid poorly. "What about you? Just a general perv?"
"Professional perv. Amateur fisherman, too. I work this boat."
"Katie Coefeld? Your girl?"
"Don't have a girl."
"Oh."
The deerhound grinned, and finally let her wrist go. "Why? Are you applyin' for the role?"
"Well... no."
Ryan chuckled, his eyes dancing mischievously. "'Cause it sounds like you were."
"I was not!" She stammered it, averting her eyes.
"Well, then you weren't pleased with the answer or nothin'."
"No! I didn't care."
He snickered. "Hell of a thing to ask a guy, straight off the bat."
"It was just a fucking question! About your fucking boat!"
She scowled, but Ryan had the sense that it was more of a defense mechanism than anything else. "Sure it was. You want to see her?"
"Why would I want to see your dumb boat? Who the fuck even are you?"
"Ryan. And you want to see it because you want to catch your breath a little. Getting awfully worked up, miss..."
"Alexi."
"Cute."
"Thanks," she said, still looking away from him. "I wasn't -- I just -- okay, so what if I get a little worked up when I'm exercising? I jog every morning, this is just..."
When his ears perked, Alexi realized too late what she'd said. "Do you, then? Get a little worked up when you're exercising?"
The zebra shut her eyes tightly. "Well..."
If that was true, she must've had one hell of an exciting life, because it looked like she spent much of it working out. She had a body to be proud of, particularly for one so exotic. Her limbs were straight and muscular; the jet-black stripes on her sides wrapped around, coming to points that framed a toned, flawless belly.
He was starting to get a little worked up himself. At least she didn't look like she'd need much convincing.
"Guess I was wrong," he said. "Want to show you the boat so we can get some privacy, but I don't figure it'll be all that relaxing. Ladder's right here."
"What makes you think I'm going to get on that damned ladder?"
"'Cause it's that or I carry you."
She chose the ladder -- he 'helped' by giving her a prod, stealing an experimental grope of her nice, firm ass. She turned and looked down at him severely -- but she'd gasped, too, and her coarse black tail had flicked in surprised pleasure.
The bridge seemed to be the most logical spot -- nothing particularly enticing about the engine room or the freezer, after all. "So. All that workin' out and now..."
"I can't help it," she admitted. She probably could've helped the appraising way her eyes roamed the deerhound's body -- but she chose not to. "It just means I need to find a way to take care of it."
"So I see. And..."
Caught, the zebra conceded: "Fine. Yes. And I thought you'd do."
"Careful what you wish for."
"The fuck does that mean?"
He chuckled. Whatever he'd smelled earlier was stronger now -- probably what happened when you wore so little. "Let's say I'm a big dog. Not for everybody."
"Well, I'm not everybody."
"You saying you think you could take me?" he teased, and slid his fingers under her jogging shorts. "Is that what you're saying? Experience?"
"Hey now..."
He was up for finding out. Tugging his paws free, Ryan went for his jeans, opening the fly and waiting until Alexi was looking to pull the elastic of his briefs over the big canine package they shielded. "Told you to be careful..."
The zebra licked her lips. Even without his knot formed Ryan's cock was an impressive specimen -- deep red and jutting strongly from the wiry fur of the deerhound's sheath. Despite his warning, he saw no sign of hesitation.
So he kept going. Alexi didn't stop him from pushing her jogging shorts down, and when they pooled around her sneakers she stepped obligingly away.
Ryan growled hungrily at the sight of her -- taut, gorgeously muscled legs parting to show a flash of slick, wet pink. He pushed her back to the table where they put the maps -- thank God it was clear -- and let her take a seat.
With her legs spread and her pussy on open, inviting display he gave up any reason to hold back. The deerhound stepped between her, lining up until the pointed tip of his cock angled right for her, and started to push inside.
"Holy fuck," he grunted. Whatever exercising she was doing, Alexi'd been working every muscle. Her soft lips spread around his smooth canine prick easily enough but every inch that followed forced him into a taut vise that pulsed and spasmed on him with her pleasured moan. "Fuck, you're tight..."
"Complaining, stud?" With an effort and a snarling groan he rammed the rest of the way into her to wipe the smirk from the zebra's face. Instead her back arched, her eyes shut, and the smirk just widened. "That's more like it."
Ryan pulled his hips back against squeezing resistance so insistent he thought at first, incredulously, that he might've already knotted her. No -- no, she was just teasing him. He slid back inside and started to thrust, watching her expression slowly change as she was stuffed full of deerhound prick.
"No -- fuck me for real, Ryan," she panted.
He pumped his cock balls deep in the zebra, grinding hard to lift her hips from the table. "Like that?" When she didn't answer, he drew back and slammed into her again.
And again. Harder and harder, driving his thick cock roughly into her tight snatch. Fortunately the table was bolted down, strong enough to hold up to those deep bucks as he leaned into her.
Still no answer. His paw spread over her chest, grabbing hold of one of her gorgeous, swaying tits and tweaking her piercing. "Well?" Either the hot shaft squelching into her cunt or the toying to her nipple finally got a groan from her.
"Better!"
Still room to go, then. Ryan sped up, his hips a blur as he rutted into the zebra hard, and her groans became more frequent. Her hips jerked and humped into him, slamming their eager bodies together in a hard, bestial rhythm.
Alexi raised her legs, locking them behind the dog's back and confining his movements. He paused for a second and her eyes flashed. "No. No you don't fucking slow down."
He had to trade range for effort now, hammering Alexi into the table. The pressure of her thighs only grew. She had him like a python -- squeezing around every part of him, tightening around his back and clenching down on his cock.
"Harder," she begged. Her voice was guttural and strained. "Fuck me, you beast, let me have -- let me -- ungh!"
Her legs seized on him, drawing him into her muscular body and keeping him trapped as she started to buck and tremble. Her eyes rolled back, her pussy fluttered and spasmed -- and a gush of heat flooded his crotch as she groaned and squirmed.
Ryan couldn't move. He was stuck as surely as if he'd been knotted -- which he still had planned, but not... not if she wouldn't let him go. It took almost a minute until her legs relaxed. "Unh... Ryan..."
"Bit messy..."
"Fuck you," she panted her gratification. "Fuck, that was good. You are nice and big..."
"Wait 'til round two," he grunted.
"Still going?"
"You feel a knot, babe?" With her legs no longer around him, he pulled himself free from her pussy, leaving them both dripping. "Turn over."
Her yellow eyes gave him a knowing look, and the rolled onto her stomach, getting her feet beneath her and then turning to glance over her shoulder. "So you want me like a dog, huh?"
"Good look for ya, bent over," he muttered, and stepped back into position, pressing his cock back to her drenched lower lips. He gritted his teeth and slid back inside, spreading her tight folds around a canine prick that was more than ready for the finish.
"If you're going to fuck me like a dog," Alexi said, "You better be serious about it." He arched an eyebrow, jerked his hips back, and drove sharply forward. "Better."
Again, with more emphasis. "Better."
Ryan grabbed hold of her with both paws, tugging her back to meet him as he pounded his cock into her begging, sloppy cunt. His claws dug into her striped flanks.
"Good," she groaned.
With a suitably primal growl the deerhound got to work, riding her taut, strong rump with a driving, brutal urgency. His cock slurped and plunged into her hot snatch as he fucked her like a stud on a bitch in heat, grabbing for leverage at her sides.
"That's it," the zebra shrieked into the table, filling her the bridge with her cries. He was coming to realize she could take every inch of him he wanted and he took her furiously, hearing his snarl in counterpoint to her cries.
His knot thickened, pumping past her clinging lips to seat itself in her equine pussy. The tenor of her moaning changed -- deepening, then rising again when he forced it inside her like the pulsing, wide bulb was revving her up with its obscene girth.
Ryan straightened up with the effort needed to keep going. Every time he pulled free of her it was more difficult -- and every new entry was more of a trial. Not that she seemed to mind -- Alexi grunted as she took him... then the grunts grew more uneven...
She hissed out in delight and shuddered again -- squirting against his knot, soaking his fur and the cabin floor. Her walls spasmed and milked his dick... but his knot was still outside, and that wouldn't do.
He thrust into her, fighting against the tense resistance of her yielding lips, straining for entry. Half a dozen sharp, powerful thrusts -- then Alexi grunted hoarsely and jerked, shivering with a fresh climax that pushed Ryan right to his own peak.
The deerhound lunged forward with everything he had. He grabbed for her mane, pulling roughly and forcing her back to arch -- pushing her into him, using the weight of her body to finish the job. With a lewd plop his knot sunk inside and the taper of his tip speared through into her womb.
So, she could take him after all.
He heard her nickering scream just half a second before the grasping waves that seized up her well-stuffed snatch pushed him all the way over. Hot, throbbing pleasure jolted all through him, starting in his tense loins and racing through his cock to burst in spurting pulses of rich canine seed.
His balls drew up, clenching tight as he pumped a nice load of deerhound cum into her. Ryan kept her mane taut in his paw, tugging back with the shallow thrusts that saw him trying to get his musky seed as deep as physically possible.
Alexi slumped onto the table, and he followed her, falling onto the zebra's back, letting go of her hair and trusting in the rhythmic, ebbing spasms of his cock to do their work alone. "All done, mutt?" she asked, dazedly.
"For now..."
"What does that mean?"
"There's always tomorrow. You said you come down here every morning." He patted the equine's soft, snowy-white hip. "And I've got some other things to try..."
"I said I exercise every morning, wise guy. I didn't say I come down here."
"Hm. So I might have to come find you."
Alexi rolled her shoulders, shrugging. "Sure. But I'll make it easy."
"How's that?"
"Drinks. My place. This evening."
Maybe he wouldn't feel so completely drained by then? Wasn't like he had anything else to do. "Deal. But... didn't you say you're stayin' with a friend?"
"Did I? So I did..." Alexi turned, and looked over her shoulder at him. Her hips wiggled, teasing the big dog's shaft mercilessly. And she grinned: "Don't worry, I'm sure you'll make a good impression."