Fishing Day!

A day of fishing sounded like the perfect way to relax after the constant noise of the past few days. Since the creek was about a thirty-minute walk from the house I decided to take everyone for a day on the water, which proved easier said than done.

The rabbits and Camyron were fine returning to their old stomping grounds; the real trouble came from Port and Brooke. The two were naturally fast animals and thus decided the long open stretch of road was perfect for racing. Then when they finished that race Port had gotten distracted and wandered off into zone 3. We found him of course but by that point, Kayle had fallen asleep somewhere in route one. We found her too eventually but probably ruined some thirsty rabbit's day in the process.

Finally, we arrived at the creek, which luckily enough had a fairly large inlet for the anthros to swim in, which they did, immediately. The wild-caught anthros jumped into the water first. Port took to the water fairly quickly after they were in. Meanwhile, Kayle and Brooke settled underneath a tree and went to sleep. Tauran took a stance slightly apart from us and surveyed the landscape, checking for threats.

I took out my rod and threw it into the water, worms attached.

About 15 minutes later I felt a sharp tug on my line. After wrestling for a few minutes I gave a sharp tug and a catfish flew out. She gave me a glare, the impact slightly lessened by her massive mammaries and started to drag herself toward the water. Her fat ass jiggled as she struggled to move on land, her massive cup breasts impeding her movement. That was all well and good until a horndog of a rabbit jumped her, her large mouth suddenly half-filled with rabbit cock. She gave a strangled gasp as her gills flared, trying to get enough oxygen, but then let out a sensual moan as Port came behind her and started to pound her too.

Wait a second, hybrids were a thing, right? So I'm making a Struthiomimus/Catfish halfbreed? I don't even want to know what that'll look like.

Ty continued to face fuck her and soon let loose flooding her stomach with sperm. Port however was a larger animal with a lot more stamina. He continued to dominate her as I threw my line out again, hoping for another female for Tauran and myself.

5 minutes later I tugged in the line again and almost instantly a massive male catfish catapulted out of the water. He stood up and displayed his fins and cock in an intimidating display. I'm pretty sure we caught his mate. One thing I noticed was his large, almost pot belly. Both he and the female were much weightier than any wild anthros I had ever seen. I supposed it was because they were bottom feeders that could eat anything and not a lot could eat them at this size.

My train of thought was interrupted by the Tauran throwing a punch right at his face. The fish ducked and shoved the cow, sending him reeling back. However, he had a flaw in this course of action. Tauran was a bull, a species renowned for gathering momentum and using their heads to release it. In essence, 2000 pound bull rammed a couple of odd hundred-pound catfish and he took it to the gut. He went flying and landed with a thump, and that's when the inquisition struck. A top-heavy cow and a fit horse got to work. Kayle began to lather his heavy assets with her tongue and Brooke began to bounce on his dick. The dazed and possibly concussed fish groaned at the sudden stimulation and from then on he was putty in their hands.

Tauran flexed and boasted in his Moorish tongue. However, he was soon distracted by Dorothy giving his huge cock a sensual lick. He shrugged and wrapped his hand around her waist and slammed her down on his cock.

I turned toward the two drooling females that remained unfucked. I stripped and pushed Rita to her knees, then started to mount her as sounds of rampant sex filled the air. Ty, who was recuperating by a tree, suddenly found the lustful deer woman slamming herself on his now stiffened dick.

About 45 minutes later most of us were done and conscious. The three that weren't were the catfish and Dorothy, who we had fucked to exhaustion. Tauran threw Dorothy's cumulated body over his shoulder and grabbed the female catfish. He started to head back to the ranch and left us to figure out how to bring back the male. We should have brought the wheelbarrow...