Add "Catfishin'"

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+---
+title: Catfishin'
+pubDate: 2025-04-19
+isAgeRestricted: true
+authors: bad-manners
+wordCount: 2800
+contentWarning: >
+  Contains: Similar size safe vore/endosoma (cock vore), with willing anthro male catfish predator and willing anthro male mimic x maned wolf prey. Also includes gay sex and feral genitalia.
+thumbnail: /src/assets/thumbnails/stories/bm_23_catfishin.png
+description: |
+  Sam decides to cast off a line, but he hooks an unexpected encounter instead.
+
+  This was a silly little gift for Fillinek, while I get back into the rhythm of writing stuff!
+posts:
+  eka: https://aryion.com/g4/view/1125640
+  furaffinity: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/60628581/
+  weasyl: https://www.weasyl.com/~badmanners/submissions/2484403/catfishin
+  inkbunny: https://inkbunny.net/s/3600352
+  sofurry: https://www.sofurry.com/view/2244949
+  sofurrybeta: https://sofurrybeta.com/s/rn6bwpzn
+  bluesky: https://bsky.app/profile/badmanners.xyz/post/3ln6auisky22c
+  mastodon: https://meow.social/@BadManners/114366407377621517
+tags:
+  - cock vore
+  - anthro predator
+  - anthro prey
+  - male predator
+  - male prey
+  - willing predator
+  - willing prey
+  - similar size
+  - gay sex
+copyrightedCharacters:
+  "The catfish": fillinek
+  "Sam Brendan": bad-manners
+---
+
+With the sun shining high up, the clear day was uncharacteristically warm and humid. All Manner of critters scurried about – frogs, crickets, dragonflies – as a uniquely-shaped anthro made his way between the wetland trees.
+
+Sam was far from a stranger to weather like this, but even he wished that the temperature would drop more than a couple degrees. He could feel the sweat underneath his fur, all across his body – except on the mimic's peculiar face, a dead ringer for a metal briefcase. In his paws, he carried a couple of fishing supplies, with a rod leaning over his shoulder.
+
+"This place doesn't seem right..." He muttered out loud, careful not to step on waterlogged ground. The lady who'd furnished him with the supplies had told him to come to this swamp for a chance to fish something good, but perhaps she was just pressed for a lie to get rid of the intimidating-looking hybrid. Sam scoffed. It wouldn't be the first time, nor the last...
+
+Still, as far as fishing went, he was pretty inexperienced, so he had no choice but to rely on the shaky recommendation. As he neared a somewhat turbid lake, he noticed a ran-down wooden pier – a decent looking spot for fishing, all things considered. Although the appearance of the lake gave him no hopes of fishing anything, other than random trash that had sunk to the bottom...
+
+Little did he know that a pair of yellow eyes was discreetly watching him just above the surface.
+
+Setting down his tackle box, the half-mimic, half-maned wolf was unsure about sitting on the edge of the pier, and getting his feet close to the murky water. Not out of fear that anything would bite his toes, but out of laziness from having to scrub the mud off his fur later. However, not having brought a seat himself, it sounded better than standing up for who knows how long in this secluded place.
+
+As Sam plopped down on the outermost plank, something caught his attention. He wasn't sure what, but _something_ seemingly sunk into the water, disturbing the surface. There was definitely something alive in the lake. His briefcase twisted into a grin – perhaps this wasn't such a bad fishing hole.
+
+Placing his rod beside him, he reached for the livebait – a can of worms –, which he promptly knocked into the lake when something slimy touched his foot.
+
+"GAH!" He shrieked in surprise. "What the–!"
+
+"Shoot, my bad..." was the raspier reply.
+
+The mimic leaned forward, meeting a pair of eyes, of a yellow too bright to be confused with the water. "What are you?"
+
+"What are YOU?" The other man replied cheekily, as the rest of his head emerged. With dark brown scales and a sandy chin, the fins and whiskers revealed him to be a fish – a catfish, the hybrid recognized.
+
+"I-I'm Sam. I'm, uh, half mimic." His nail gave a few taps to the side of his briefcase face. "And your name is...?"
+
+The mudcat swam backwards, getting a better view of the fisherman. "Shucks, what's a cutie pie like you doin' out here?" He asked instead.
+
+The mimic was staggered by the choice of words, spoken with a southern drawl. "I-I was just fishing," he replied, his own accent showing a bit with the longer vowels.
+
+"Fishin'? In this worn ol' spot? Ain't a whole lot of fishes in these here waters, I reckon."
+
+Both of them relaxed, with the catfish revealing the rest of his toned sand-hued torso, buoying on the dark lake. He was slowly turning more horizontal, displaying more of his body to Sam. The amateur fisherman was intrigued, never having expected such a curious encounter when he'd first decided to come here. His bushy tail wagged slowly, watching the bigger anthro fish's body continuously appear from the tea-like water.
+
+"I see... Well, thanks for letting me know, I w–WHOA!" He gasped mid-sentence.
+
+The catfish placed his hands behind his head. "What, cat got your tongue~?" He snickered, and he flexed his hardening cock on display. The shaft was fully exposed, and undoubtedly equine in shape. Sam hadn't realized until now just how _handsome_ this fish was, and he had an expanding penis in his sheath for it.
+
+"Like what you see, cutie?"
+
+"W-Well, I..."
+
+Before he could form a coherent thought, the mudcat dunked his head back in the water, before the rest of his body followed. Vanishing with nothing more than a ripple, leaving the mimic flabbergasted. It wouldn't be long until the catfish reemerged – graciously jumping up to the pier, then reaching the wooden boards around the mimic. His legs dangled partially outside the water, his horse cock brushed the maned wolf's legs, and his face was right between Sam's knees.
+
+"...Uh."
+
+The dark-brown fish didn't speak. He simply brought his snout closer to the bright green dick poking out of its home, closing his eyes before taking it into his maw.
+
+"A-Ah~!" The mimic gasped.
+
+It all happened so fast. One moment, the catfish was teasing him, floating in the lake; then, he had his jaws wrapped around Sam's canine cock, coaxing it out with his tongue. And the blowjob felt so unique, the probing muscle particularly wet and slippery. His member throbbed in turn, blood pumping into it as the tip brushed against the fish's soft palate.
+
+For his part, the brown catfish took his musky flavors, lapping over the balls and sheath as well. Black droplets drizzled onto the furry anthro's thighs, and his sensitive whiskers brushed against the fuzzy midriff. Sam's unusual face did not discourage his advances, and he continued to work over the fisherman's rod, sucking out its pre as if it were a fleshy straw.
+
+Panting, the hybrid gently rested his paw on the back of the fish's head, surprised by the slimy texture of the scales and cranial fin. His first instinct was to pull his hand away from the unusual skin, but the surprise partner was working too many wonders for him to care. Even his maw, normally concealed as a plain briefcase, was cracked open as he gritted his fangs in desire.
+
+"Fuck~." he whispered as his cock's tip pressed against the closed throat. "I'm c-close..."
+
+The words seemed to be exactly what the catfish wanted to hear. With one final lick, he pulled his head away from the knotted dick, then pushed against the pier to dunk himself right back into the water.
+
+Sam, confused and disappointed, leaned forward to see where the fish had gone to. The water was still for a few moments...until a pair of slippery hands grabbed and pulled his ankles hard.
+
+"Whoa–!" And splash!
+
+The mimic vanished into the murky water, only to bat his way back to the surface. The blackwater lake was, to his surprise, not as muddy as it looked from outside – the dark tea appearance was due to some chemical process in the water, most likely. And it was surprisingly warm, too.
+
+The fish reemerged in front of him, a smirk planted on his face. "You're lucky I know how to swim," Sam grumbled.
+
+"I couldn't resist~. Besides, I might couldn't have let you sink to the bottom..." He teased, not revealing the true intent behind his words. "Now, you're in my neck of the woods, and I have a mighty hankerin' that you might help with~."
+
+His hand moved below the surface, hidden by the opaque water, and only felt when it groped the maned wolf's butt. Sam yipped in surprise, although by now, he'd been flirted with enough times to know what the fish wanted: to breed his ass.
+
+"Mff... I'll gladly help~"
+
+The fish chuckled, lassoing his long tail around the mimic's hips to spin him around like a yoyo. Sam quickly found himself facing away from the catfish and towards the pier, staring at a wooden post. Still dazed by the sudden turn of events, his hands were fished out of the water and pulled together above his briefcase head, while the mudcat pressed him right against the post.
+
+The water against his butt crack got warmer as a fleshy cushion was smooshed between his cheeks – the catfish's blotched horse cock, no doubt. He spread his legs slightly, feeling it kiss his pucker more and more forcefully, until the flared tip finally stretched him enough to squeeze into his rectum.
+
+Sam gasped, some warm water flowing into him as he took that wide head raw. It wormed its way deeper, spreading the yielding tunnel and buttering it with its precum. The walls quivered and squeezed the cock back, making the mimic's penis throb as he shivered.
+
+Finally, the mudcat fully hilted his shaft into the tight ass, his slick belly and waist pressed against Sam's back. He pulled his cock partially out, before driving it right back in. He huffed, snout right over the hybrid's shoulder as he flattened him against the wooden post. His hips moved faster, slamming as deep as he could into mimic guts with the apex of each motion – no doubt forming a bulge in the submerged furry midriff.
+
+The passive mimic moaned whenever the fish's cock filled his backside, gasping for air as it felt like it compressed his lungs. His partner gripped his lifted wrists harder, hands going numb from the reduced flow of blood. Meanwhile, his engorged cock pulsed needily, ever closer to its release whenever the bulky base of the equine shaft compressed his prostate.
+
+Repeatedly thrusting in and out of this cute mimic, it wasn't long until the catfish finally reached his climax, dumping load after load of hot jizz into those welcoming insides. Bloating the soft guts with his seed, his partner soon shivered and groaned, no doubt making his own milky mess underwater. The fish made sure to hold the slightly smaller male tight against his toned chest, not letting a single drop of cum go to waste. He wanted his balls to be thoroughly drained for this next part.
+
+Once his well-endowed mate was done, Sam felt the slick penis carefully slipping out of his rear, finally giving his fatigued anal muscles some reprieve. No sooner did the flared tip plop out of him that he heard a 'gloop!', the fish quickly vanishing into the water once more. Panting, the hybrid wondered if this was the last that he'd see of him, or if the catfish still had some mischief in store for him.
+
+Slowly paddling his feet to stay afloat, he noticed that his toes snagged onto something. He couldn't see what through the murky blackwater, but it seemed to tug on him. Immobilizing his ankles, Sam felt a warmth creep up his paws. Was the fish pulling him down? Not to drown him, the mimic hoped... He took a deep breath, and plunged his rectangular face underwater, to see what was going on.
+
+As expected, it was definitely the catfish's doing. Their faces met, though the rest of the fish's body was still obscured by the dark water. He continued to grab and pull on the mimic's legs, although he wasn't sure why...or how.
+
+"What are you doing...?" Sam asked, not needing vocal chords to speak.
+
+"Well I'll be, you can talk underwater too?" The catfish was pleasantly surprised. "See, I was just in the mood for some fishin' myself~."
+
+As the tightness increased to his knees, his legs smooshed together between what felt like smooth fleshy walls, Sam realized what was going on: the fish was devouring him with his cock! He wasn't much larger than the hybrid, which made the swiftness of it all the more impressive. "You must've done this plenty of times before, hehe..."
+
+"And so have you, stayin' cool as a cucumber! I only do this to specially cute fellas~."
+
+His metal briefcase turned slightly crimson as he felt the muscly tunnel work its way up his waist. Sam brought his palms down, now that the flared tip would be within reach. Sure enough, the flat tip – which, moments ago, made a mess inside of his bowels – was incredibly distended, growing to accommodate more of its prey. As his cock was slurped into the hungry member, he eased his paws in against his belly, feeling the warm fishy pre against his digits.
+
+He tried to wiggle his toes as they pushed into a roomier space, finding a spongy floor that pushed out as they were forced inside. At the same time, he could feel the mudcat's hands working over his swollen shaft, massaging himself as to gulp down his willing prey more easily. With his paws pressed against his cock, the mimic also stroked himself, loving every moment that he disappeared further into his aquatic partner.
+
+Worried that his latest catch might drown, the catfish sensually moved his hands around the half-canine's upper half, resting them on his shoulders before pushing down. He moaned as the hybrid slipped in faster, his soggy fur brushing against his sensitive ducts. The fish could see well in these murky waters, admiring the undeniable anthro-shaped bulges within his blotched cock. He could even tell that Sam was masturbating in there. The cutest ones always slipped in best...
+
+With enough shoving, soon there weren't any shoulders remaining outside. Only perked ears and a briefcase poked out of his cock, complete with a handle and latches and all. If he hadn't seen it blushing or displaying a maw earlier, the catfish would've believed that it was the genuine article, and not a perfect mimicry. Curious, he reached his fingers around the handle, pushing down on it to force in the last of the mimic already halfway within his ballsac. His flared head bulged out one last time to consume the rectangular obstruction, squirting out some sticky pre as the meatus finally closed after the fish's retracting hand.
+
+His nuts groaned and vibrated in anticipation, the sounds propagating loudly through the water into his internal ears. The catfish rubbed over his cock again, helping the hybrid's swift descent. Nearly completely devoid of seed thanks to the earlier fucking, his nuts quickly filled with the soggy, furry, writhing mass.
+
+Although he wasn't at risk of running out of air earlier, Sam inhaled deep of the catfish's musk once he was in. Cum and pre and lake water mingled on his green and white fur, traveling downwards with the rest of his body. The smooth walls of the urethra squeezed him tight, swallowing him down with barely any external aid. He kept stroking himself as he folded his knees in the swelling balls, unable to resist stealing a lick or two from the salty walls of the freshwater fish.
+
+With the mimic in tow, the scaled predator swam towards the bottom of the lake, unimpeded by the considerable weight in his crotch. His cock continued to shrink as more of the mimic was guided into his squishy chambers, which floated weightlessly in the water behind the swimming mudcat. Nearing the sandy floor, he turned onto his back, flexing his dick a couple more times to fully ensnare his prey.
+
+As the briefcase bulge disappeared near the base, his balls surged one last time, leaving a wriggling outline in his sandy-colored balls. His cock had returned to its normal size, spewing some excess seed now that the living blockage was out of the way. It wasn't much, as his body hadn't had the time to produce much more after mating the mimic, but the mini-climax felt extra nice with balls as full as his.
+
+Sam, stroking himself harder, felt the walls trying to compress him – a distinct but familiar sensation every time that he ended up inside of someone's testicles. Any dark lake water that made it in with him was too diluted in the midst of the thick white slime to tell apart. As his predator's orgasm subsided, there was more space to press his paws against the gurgling folds, staying comfortable in the musky and salty hammock. He even felt weirdly floaty – likely from being underwater. And he could hear the rush of water outside, as the catfish began to swim again.
+
+The satisfied pred made his way through the blackwater without issue, emerging by the lake shore opposite from the old fishing pier. Despite his species, the anthro walked on land without issue – in fact, he was used to spending most of his time outside of the water anyway. This was just a nice and secluded swimming spot of his. He headed over to a rock, where his blue overalls awaited him all stretched. But a lurch and a muffled orgasmic moan in his nuts reminded him that there was no way they would fit him like this.
+
+"Heh," he chuckled to himself as he placed the overalls over his shoulder. "I'm itchin' to show Fir my prize catch~."

src/data/stories/rose-s-binge.md

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 posts:
   eka: https://aryion.com/g4/view/1030875
   furaffinity: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/57459926/
-  inkbunny: https://inkbunny.net/s/3377727
   sofurry: https://www.sofurry.com/view/2156241
   sofurrybeta: https://sofurrybeta.com/s/ZmM3QrW1
   weasyl: https://www.weasyl.com/~badmanners/submissions/2396279/c-rose-s-binge

src/data/users/dee-lumeni.yaml

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 name: Dee Lumeni
 links:
   eka: https://aryion.com/g4/user/KeeperofLillies
+  furaffinity:
+    link: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/amorabadger/
+    username: King Nyarlathotep
 preferredLink: eka

src/data/users/fillinek.yaml

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+name: Fillinek
+links:
+  furaffinity:
+    link: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/fillinek/
+    username: Fillinek
+preferredLink: furaffinity