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My exploration of the lakeside took me further than I’d gone before. The water here was almost completely still, its waters only slightly clouded, giving me an obscured view of the lakebed. Fish darted to and from within the water, caring little for my explorations above the waves.

I watched the fish for a few minutes until I noticed that I was not alone on the shoreline. Further down the sandy beaches sat a solitary, feminine figure, her legs parted and arched. A fishing rod held lazily in her hands. I traced the fishing line with my eyes, seeing a little piece of flotsam bobbing up and down a fair distance into the water.

I approached the figure, hoping she might be Izma’s otter friend. Fingering the glowing sharktooth I didn’t think I was ready to try having a cock of my own just to get food, but it wouldn’t hurt to talk to her nonetheless. She noticed my advance and subtly shifted her position, as though she was readying her body to bolt if I turned out to be hostile. Still, she let me approach. The closer I got, the more of her features I could make out.

Her skin appeared to be covered in damp, brown fur in line with my suspicions of her identity. A long, thick tail stuck out from behind her, at least as wide-around as her leg, narrowing down into a rounded tip. A short mop of sun bleached blonde hair, barely reaching down to her chin, framing a human-like face with a cute, upturned button nose. Her body, which was lithe and toned liked that of a champion swimmer, was covered only by a two-piece bikini. Her chest was surprisingly small compared to every other woman I’d met in this world, perhaps only A-cups, though she looked physically mature. I suppose larger breasts would have made swimming more difficult, though Izma didn’t appear much hindered by them.

I stopped a few feet away from her. She gave me a friendly smile. “Well hey there, friend. You don’t smell like one of them demon fellers,” she said with a light accent, reminding me of the farmers' daughters back in Ingnam. Her eyes traveled up and down my body. “So,” she said cheerfully, “you wanna fish’n'fuck?”

I was a little stunned that she made the offer despite my lack of a cock, though, I still wasn’t quite sure what the offer entailed.

“Fish’n'fuck,” she repeated, simply. “I fish, you fuck. Ya ain’t dense, are you girl?”

<That’s it? She doesn’t even know me and she’s just offering it up like that? No tragic backstory to go through? No annoying combat encounter? Just meet and fuck? My god, what has this world come to? I don’t even know her name!> I was still a little skeptical, especially with Izma’s warning. “But, I don’t have a penis for you.”

“Name’s Callu, and there’s more ‘an one way to fuck without a cock. Don’t worry darlin', I don’t plan on stickin' nothin' where it don’t belong,” her soft voice chimed, “Unlike damn near everything else around here.”

I contemplated the offer, and the reward Izma said the otter would give if I did. My stomach grumbled loudly again and I nodded. “Shur, but Izma said…”

The moment I agreed, a sly smile spread across her face. She jammed the end of her fishing pole into the sand like a post, to prevent it from going anywhere, and stood up. “With Izma I just like riding hir big old shaft.” There was no tease, no ceremony as she striped out of her bikini bottoms and tossed them aside. Her newly revealed mound had only the barest tuft of pubic hair, a little wisp of blonde hair amongst the sparse brown fur.

<Perhaps this won’t be so different from my explorations at school with the other girls in my dorm.>

I moved forward, intent on groping Callu’s little breasts still hidden beneath the bikini top, but she held up a hand, “Whoa there darlin', that ain’t how a fish’n'fuck works. You just lay down, and I’ll take care of everything. And make sure you’re as naked as a newborn babe.”

Strange, but I obliged, stripping off my weapons and leather strap armor, carefully setting them aside. Callu instructed me to lay down on the beach next to her fishing pole, which I did. The otter-girl straddled my stomach, facing away from me, though her thick, heavy tail thankfully kept away from my face.

Callu leaned down, laying her body across mine so that her warm, sweet-smelling cunt was positioned just in front of my face. Meanwhile, delicate, powerful fingers probed at my virgin, moist twat. A long wet tongue licked over my folds, and I felt compelled to do the same to her. I let my tongue extend and lap at her delicate pussy lips. In no time at all, they become puffy and flushed, blossoming outwards like a perverse flower. I ran my tongue up and down each and every fold, occasionally stopping to flick my tongue over her rapidly hardening clitoris. I imagined my roommate, Stacey, from school.

Likewise, her tongue and lips danced across my flesh like a trio of dancers. They twirled, spun, hopped and teased. Not one inch was left untouched. Stacey never had such skill. From my clit down to my pucker, she left a trail of sloppy smooches. I mirrored her movements, attempting to give her the same experience she was giving me. A low murr escaped her lips, and she squirmed above me slightly as my tongue hit the right spots. My school friends never made a sound like that, but I didn’t care anymore.

After several minutes of this tasty sixty-nine Callu gave my mound one last kiss and sat up, practically burying my face in her snatch. “Ya’ll just sit tight and put that tongue to work, kay? Key ingredient in a fish’n'fuck, is of course, the fish.” I tried to voice my disapproval, though all that came out was a garbled “mmmrrrrppphh.” Callu ignored my protests, instead retrieving her fishing pole and sitting back further, pressing herself even harder against my face. With her fantastic behind blocking my view, I couldn’t see anything that was going on, and could only hear the quiet “tick-tick” of her fishing pole. I felt vulnerable for the first time in the entire encounter, naked, unarmed, and unaware of my surroundings.

I knew full well that I could get out of this if I wanted to, however the scent of the girl’s musky mustelid muff was just too powerful, too intoxicating, too heavenly to ignore. I couldn’t even contemplate the emptiness in my belly. Instead of struggling I went to town, rubbing my face in it as I licked, slurped and sucked at the lips pressed against my mouth. Up and down my tongue went, in and out, teasing her soft, swollen lips and pressing against her hard, aching clit as I gorged myself on her pussy.

This went on for the better part of an hour. I found myself hunting for the little spots that made my sexy little friend jump and squeal, all while she reeled in fish after fish. Several orgasms, half a dozen fish and one extremely messy face later, I heard Callu reel in her line for the last time before setting it off to the side with a clatter. She rose from my face, allowing me to breathe the fresh air once more.

Grinning down at me, my face plastered in girlcum, the fisherwoman leaned down and gave me a great big kiss. “Mmm, ain’t that a tasty treat,” she noted. “Now since ya been so good to me, I just wanna return the favor.” Callu got back in the sixty-nine position that started this all off, but grabbed hold of me and flipped over onto her back.

I sat up, straddling her face this time, as she dove nose first into my quivering quim. Her lips were like magic as they went, sucking and lavishing my entire crotch with delightful attention. I found my entire body shivering with pleasure as she attended to me, my body quickly heating up as her tongue pressed all of my buttons. Everything from my fingertips down to my toes tingled and shuddered under Callu’s ministrations, leaving me squirming and undulating on her face, a deeply satisfied growl rising in my throat.

Grabbing hold of my nipples, I started playing with them while Callu did her thing below. My fingers deftly tweaked and teased them, knowing all the right techniques to really get me going despite how many years it had been since I’d last gone so far. Combined with Callu’s tender tongue paying lip service to my wet cunt, I couldn’t hold out much longer. All the tingling in my body seemed to get forced through my veins, coalescing in a single spot within my groin. The pressure built and built as orgasmic energies began overflowing. My legs and arms trembled, my head wobbling uncertainly, and I couldn’t even guess at what my spine was attempting to do.

The pleasure within me finally burst outwards, shooting through every nerve, inflaming every fiber of my being. My snatch clenched and clamped down on thin air seeking a cock to milk and flooding Callu’s face with my feminine juices in a tasty, refreshing spray. The orgasmic bliss made me collapse forwards, dropping onto all fours. However, my blonde lover gripped my thighs firmly, clearly intent on fully repaying her debt.

Several orgasms later, I was little more than a quivering mass of flesh riding atop the fisherwoman’s face. She wriggled out from underneath me and licked her lips, happy to guzzle down the last of my juices. Callu gave my back a little rub down, saying, “Well that sure was a refreshing break, darlin'.” I could only groan in response, my body too sore from back-to-back orgasms to really form any kind of coherent response.

The blonde otter set all her gear up in one pile, and tucked away her bikini bottoms into a canvas bag. From the same bag she pulled out a delicious smelling piece of cooked fish, wrapped in a large green leaf. She set it beside my still-trembling body, saying simply, “Fish and a fuck, darlin'. I got mine and you get yours.” I nodded absently, reaching out to touch the wrapped up piece of fish. Callu gave my back another quick rub down, before gathering up her things and heading off down the beach, completely naked from the belly down.

I took several minutes to recover before doing the same, grabbing all my items and quickly limping away to appear at camp, away from any possible prying eyes. As I ate the fish, sitting naked on the edge of my nest I wracked my brain trying to remember my lovely little roommate's name. I’d known it a couple hours earlier, when we started, but now it was a blank. Even her face, her body, all I could think of was Callu.

Lying down, exhausted, full, and satisfied, I resolved to start keeping this journal to help remember my past. I don’t want to forget my name, my home, my previous lovers, or my mission. I am here to find and save my brother and betrothed and to make the demons pay for all they have done to my family and my world. Stacey, Marleen, Windamere, I don’t ever want to forget any of you. My brother, and my betrothed, even as I write this, I can’t remember your names. I must find you, I need you to remind me what to call you.