Catch and Release
By Kaydrien

Alis was fed up with the whole thing.

Bad enough that she had to be out here missing the spring fair, but to be here on a [i]stupid[/i] dare from [i]stupid[/i] Jem because of the [i]stupid[/i] betting game last night was wearing at her last nerve. And who knew who might walk by at the wrong moment. She wanted to scream. Instead she adjusted her posture against the large rock and sighed, careful not to jostle her fishing rod.

Really it wasn’t that bad. Shouldn’t be. It was a lovely morning, exactly warm enough. The sunlight dappled the ground through the new growth of the trees. She could hear birds singing to each other off in the distance. The sweet scent of wildflowers wafted up to her on a light breeze. No buzzing, biting insects around yet, though in a week or less the lowlands would be full of them. If she wanted to climb a little farther up the mountain she could have a fantastic view of the village a mile or two below. The fair would still be there for another day or two, and it wasn’t as if she had any particular plans there in any case. It would keep the attention of the townsfolk, too.

Sitting on the shores of the mountain pond, the tawny cat was nonetheless edgy from her errand- for a variety of reasons the whole business made her nervous. She couldn’t back out now though. A bet was a bet.

[i]Who knew Jem was such a perv, anyway?[/i]

A giggle escaped her.

[i]Hah. It’s not like she’d tell anyone about this. Not with it being her idea in the first place. Probably won’t be able to catch one anyway, been here for almost two hours without even a nibble…[/i]

Relaxing back into the rock Alis felt a grin creeping onto her face. That was it. She’d stay here another hour or so, maybe take a nap. After a lazy morning by the pond and a brisk hike back down the slope, she could take in the fair and get something to eat. A perfect day. And she’d tell Jem there was nothing biting up here this time of year so she’d wasted her dare.

A short tug distracted Alis from her daydreaming. In the moment it took to clear her head, she felt another pull on her fishing rod and, without thinking, she jerked it back slightly to set the hook. Then cursed a bit under her breath as she stood.

[i]Well. Guess I’m committed now. Unless it’s a trout or whatever, then I can just…[/i]

Pulling the rod up and back, Alis stepped into the cold water, chilled as it soaked through her leg fur but determined to get this over with. She carefully held the line taught to keep from losing her catch, engaging in the age-old tug-of-war with whatever was on the other end of the line, reeling it a little closer each time it lost ground. ‘Lost water’? The fish darted to the left, nearly losing her in her momentary distraction, but she recovered in time to keep the line tight.

All in all, it took about three minutes to pull the line in to where she could make a grab at her catch, catching its slimy body in her right paw.

It was not a trout. Alis stared at the funny-looking creature that wriggled halfheartedly in her grip. It had a smooth body, long and slim. About a foot and a half long, it would have been round in cross-section at the front end, flattening to a thin leaf-shaped vertical fin on its back half. It had smooth, silver-green skin with a bright yellow stripe running down it’s sides from its beady eyes.

Alis sighed again. She had caught one of the toothless eels unique to these mountain ponds. And now that she had it, she had to carry out the rest of the damn dare. Lowering her arm to keep the fish from suffocating, she stopped to work out her next move.

And realized, just a bit too late to do anything about it, that she hadn’t thought this through as well as she could have: She still had her shorts on, and knee-deep in the water with her hands full of eel she wouldn’t be able to get them off easily.

Shuffling back a ways toward shore while keeping the eel submerged Alis adjusted her grip on the slick creature to take only one hand while moving the other to pull at her waistband. Lifting her right leg, she gently slid out of one leg, placing her foot back in the ankle-deep water. Any satisfaction in the tricky maneuver fled midway through the second half of the operation when the eel decided at the worst possible moment to make another bid for freedom.

A loud yelp escaped her muzzle as she tumbled into the water, still mostly clothed. Only a quick reflexive grab kept the eel from escaping back into the depths of the pond.

Coughing and spluttering, Alis peeled her clothes off; easy now that they were already completely soaked. A stand of reeds made an acceptable substitute clothesline.

“Blast you, you slimy little rascal. Those will be hours to dry.” [i]And the last decent excuse escaped in your place to boot.[/i]

Grumbling trailed off into a resigned sigh as the feline sat down in the gravel of the shallows, shivering slightly though the cool water contrasted nicely with the heat of the day. With the sun climbing toward midday it wasn’t nearly as uncomfortable as she would have thought. She was even tempted to laugh at the silliness of the situation she found herself in on such a lovely day.

[i]Oh well. I suppose I can’t actually blame the little guy.[/i] Still in her hand the slick water-dweller had finally calmed enough to stop struggling; maybe to enjoy the cool water along with her, maybe to await its next chance to escape.

“Lucky for you I’m not here to catch dinner.”

Slowly, carefully, so as not to startle her catch, she brought it around in the water until the slippery water-dweller was face-to-face with her nether lips. Her squeak rang out across the water as it took a bite at the nub in front of it.

Luckily the slimy little creature didn’t have any teeth to break the sensitive skin. But Alis nearly lost her grip again from surprise, prompting another round of cursing. [i]Get a grip on yourself. It’s going to get a lot more friendly than that, that was the bet.[/i] And it hadn’t hurt, really. In fact, maybe…

Bringing the eel around to her crotch again, Alis managed not to jump as it took a second nibble on her love button. It was gentler this time, curious about the little not-worm in front of it and with nothing better to do until released. Sure enough, now that she was ready for it the yellow-brown feline found the stimulation quite pleasant. Little tingles shot up into her from every little bite and she was quickly beginning to feel quite warm despite the cool water, flush creeping into her cheeks.

For several minutes she remained sitting there, enjoying the titillating sensations radiating from the oral investigations of her catch. It seemed curious now, no longer trying much to escape as it poked around her vulva and inner thighs. The short little whiskery protrusions above its mouth added gentle little brushes to tickle her on bare skin and soaked fur.

As the tickling and nibbling continued, Alis felt less and less bothered by the bet, the boring morning being soaked- She was ready. So tentatively, conscious of the possibility that her next move might prompt another round of thrashing about from her catch, she pushed the eel headfirst into her folds.

Sure enough the creature started into a round of spasmodic struggling, causing Alis to lose her grip on its slimy body momentarily, but before its struggles could propel it away from her entirely it found its small face wedged in her hole. And decided that it had found a wonderful snug hiding place.

It rocketed in, filling Alis deep with its smooth body. The startled Alis let out a squeak, then a groan at the surprisingly pleasant fullness lent by the smaller creature within her. The tip of its tail splashed above the water surface briefly as its front nudged against her inner walls.

She froze for a moment along with the confused eel, adjusting to the sudden stretch of its entrance. Then, experimentally, she gripped the eel by the sides at its tail and pulled it back out just a little to savor the smooth slide as it came about halfway back out. After just a moment her slippery little lover got its bearings and twitched loose from her grip to dive in again.

A round of soft moans sailed out over the surface of the water, its source pulling the small creature out of her slit repeatedly, enough to savor its obliging retreat into its hiding place each time. The tense warmth building in her abdomen pushed Alis onward in her endeavor; Each little tug on the eel was a little more rapid, and with what seemed to be growing enthusiasm the little creature dived back in a little faster each time.

One hand remaining behind to continue the increasingly forceful cycle, her left strayed to her chest, fingers running over her stiff nipples. She wanted just a little more stimulation to push her further into the pleasure, and gently pinching at her breasts was almost… [i]almost…[/i]

Distracted, her right hand did not grip quite as tightly at the eels tail as it might have, and the slippery thing decided that now was a fantastic time to go for it. A sweep of its tail brought it free of her hold and he redoubled his efforts, thrashing back and forth to drive himself as deep as he could go. As slick as both were now, that was just a little deeper than he had managed before, reaching as far as to bump the inner barrier of her cervix.

This brought Alis to her awaited peak shrieking and splashing about in pleasure, but the front edge of the eels top fin was now pressed hard against her clit kept her there. Rippling back and forth in his struggles to get just a little bit deeper the fin shot sparks of pleasure through her body, all the way up to fill her eyes with bliss on and on and…

When the thoroughly soaked cat came all the way back to her senses, most of her body floated gently in the water, her upper back resting on the just submerged gravel near the bank. A languid little twitch from below sent a few shivers up her spine while telling her that her guest had stayed in its comfortably warm shelter- for some time, it appeared. The placement of the sun in the sky told her that it was now early afternoon; She had spent at least three hours out here in the water. How much of that had been spent in shrieking ecstasy and how much in the semiconscious bliss that came afterward Alis had not the faintest idea.

Gingerly she reached down to slide the eel free of her still over-sensitive lower entrance. It didn’t fight, relaxed and tired from what to it had been a vigorous full-body exercise. A short stab of worry that she might have seriously hurt it was alleviated when the now free swimmer shook itself once in the water and darted off into the reeds downstream.

It took several minutes to get her unsteady legs under her, as Alis stretched her tired muscles free of the awkwardness that had spasmed into them during her long orgasm. There were worse views to do it to though.

Just before she finished putting herself back together, she felt a brush against her ankle and was startled to find the eel back, coiling around her left foot possessively.

“I guess you liked that too, huh?” She caressed the eel gently with a finger, which was pressed against (affectionately, she thought) and then deserted as her slender friend swam off once more.

Alis retrieved her dried clothes and started down the trail back to town on legs that still threatened to turn to jelly every few paces. [i]That eel jellied[/i] me. [i]And it seemed very friendly. I wonder if I should go fishing again sometime soon.[/i]