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The cave stank of fish. Not merely because his adventuring party had just finished fishing some out of the deep pool but because of the plump kuo-toa sitting on the edge of the pool. The fish creature grinned broadly at the four of them, one eye sinking towards the floor while the other kept a steady gaze. Calvin shivered. The halfling didn’t like the thought of having to share camp in the cove with their strange host. Four halflings and a fish man. Calvin had been in more dire straits, but something still kept his nerves alight.\n\nAs the three members of his party marched away towards their camp that was setup next to the kuo-toa’s hovel, Calvin sighed a breath of relief. Traveling through the winding tunnels and caverns of the Underdark left one with practically no time alone. It was dangerous to be without company. Monsters of all kinds lurked in the eerie darkness and if one unfortunate soul got lost they would likely never reach the surface again. Of course, this scarcity of heroes left a lot of plunder to be had if the adventurers were capable.\n\nCalvin made for a good joke but hardly anything more.\n\n“So it’s come this? Feasting on minnows? Disgusting; I thought we had more food?” One halfling complained.\n\n“We did till the squealer tripped and let it fall into the crawling ooze. Clumsy oaf can’t even be a proper pack mule.” Calvin winced as he realized it was yet another start to a conversation he should be left out of.\n\n“Don’t get started or else we’ll hear him snivel before we hit the sack. Least we found water and grub. The real question is whether this’ll be worth it when we get out of this dump.” Their voices trailed off into distant echoes as they clambered up the stone steps where the camp was. Calvin watched the campfire flicker, sending rays of orange light bouncing against the ceiling. The small cliff that overlooked the pool gave Calvin the privacy he so desperately desired. At least down here, alone, he couldn’t suffer the abuse of his fellow halflings.\n\nHe quietly lamented, sinking deeper into the shallows and huffing bubbles in a frustrated exhale. What use was it to bother getting angry or let the humiliation they put him through bother him? He was stuck to them like a bug on a hedgehog’s back. He wouldn’t get out of this prickly predicament until they reached the surface and someone plucked him from this miserable affair.\n\n“I join you.” A burbly voice startled Calvin, making the halfling shift under the lapping ripples that sloshed towards him. The kuo-toa waded in and tugging the ill fitting tunic off. Calvin turned sharply, wishing more than anything to bark at the fish man and demand to be left alone. At least, that was until he caught the kuo-toa’s eye. The good one. The one that still had sense and reason behind its glassy gaze. It flared with purple light, hollowing out Calvin’s will with a single flick of the creature’s gaze.\n\n“Bathe with me. Yes-good?”\n\nFor a moment, the prospect of sharing the pool with the now nude kuo-toa wasn’t so peculiar. After all, the creature had allowed the four halflings to rest, wash and take fish he no doubt ate for his own sustenance. Considering all that it was perfectly reasonable to let the ruler of the pond splash in his own water.\n\nThe light danced across the water and it rippled across the blubbery frame of the kuo-toa so beautifully. Calvin ducked a little deeper, hunching over so he could hide his sheepish smile under the surface, lifting it only to mumble, “Whatever you say, sir.”\n\nThe kuo-toa’s fat lips swept up along its jowls. “Goodly-good. I Shuushar. Share name, tadpole?”\n\nThe halfling’s head bobbed above the water line for a brief moment before descending back down. “Calvin Willowroot, sir.”\n\nThe kuo-toa laughed. “Hee! You cute. Forget others. Stay with Shuushar.” The large, clammy palm of Shuushar came down to rest on the halfling’s head, patting it laxly as the kuo-toa plopped down beside him. Warmth, soothing and gentle, poured from the creature’s hand as it stroked the halfling’s wet hair. “Come here. Rub-hug like mate with me, tadpole.”\n\nCalvin nodded, letting his small frame sink against the kuo-toa’s side. The hand slid down his head and face, resting on his shoulder and pulling him in tight against Shuushar’s bulk. Calvin shuddered. He wasn’t revolted or scared, curiously enough. This was by far the most calm and relaxed he’d been the entire time he’d spent in the Underdark. He couldn’t count many times on the surface he’d felt this happy. That might have been strange to put it that way. Something about Shuushar simply made him happy. Maybe he might not have been this first man Calvin might have let himself find himself attracted to like a mate, whatever that entailed other than sex he couldn’t say, but he didn’t wish to reject the kuo-toa’s advances. It was the first gentle touch he’d received in too long.\n\nThe two of them reclined against the mossy wall behind them, soaking in the water without a care or concern. Calvin’s hands were cautious at first, tentatively wanting to touch and clasp, but he found the kuo-toa more than eager to let the little halfling pursue his newly awakened desires. The odor of the kuo-toa wasn’t necessarily unpleasant. It carried a profoundly male scent muddle in with the moist aroma of the pink fish scales that glittered along Shuushar’s back. His front, however, appeared to be smooth and soft to the touch. Calvin let his hand slide along under the water, brushing and sweeping over the chubby paunch. His fingers clutched whole handfuls of Shuushar’s gut and he felt the flabby throat of the fish man thrum with appeasement. \n\n“So curious, but so frightened. No more fear so long as you are with Shuushar.” The plump digits tugged on Calvin’s chin, guiding his face to take in the kuo-toa’s broad smile and glowing eye while the other drooped laxly to the pond’s depths. “You like big belly, tadpole?”\n\n“I love it. I love your fat belly.” Calvin said with words that felt forced out of his own mouth by instinct, drawing his face closer to Shuushar. His hand slipped and flopped into the kuo-toa’s crotch. Instead of freezing in embarrassment, as he might have done with any other man, the halfling ran his fingers along the thick length, teasing it with his stroking motions that causes a small sputter of water between their bodies. \n\nShuushar’s eye flared with purple energy. Calvin moaned as lust suddenly flooded every nerve of his body and desire burned like a furnace as he heard the kuo-toa’s voice rumble like a crashing wave. “Kiss me, little tadpole. GIVE UP and let me make you slave-mate. Pet for old Shuushar.”\n\nCalvin nodded, staring with a dim expression on his face at the large fish visage that was quickly taking up his entire view. He felt their mouths nudge against one another, the halfing’s surprised to find the plump lips soft and pliable as he parted his own and took the large curve of the bottom lip into his mouth. His tongue pushed along Shuushar’s jowls, mouthing and sucking until he felt the kuo-toa do the same. It easily overwhelmed Calvin’s meager attempts at passion with half the effort. The wet slurps and sucking of those puckered lips were echoing along with the rhythmic splashing of the pool as Calvin writhed in pleasured as he was hoisted into Shuushar’s lap, belly to belly and the old hermit’s cock settling beneath the hypnotized halfling’s rump. \n\nWhen Calvin’s moans grew too loud, threatening to expose their lustful passion, Shuushar shushed him with the thick and slobbering tongue, tracing his new possession’s mouth and burrowing past the hungry lips with vigor that broke the halfling further into depravity. The throbbing head of the kuo-toa maleness probed and dug into Calvin’s hole. Aided by the active motions of his thin hips and the insistent, grubby mitts of the inhumane creature that had taken all control over his wants and desires, the young halfling felt the spear of pain of penetration quickly melt into ecstasy.\n\n“Mine now. Shuushar is MASTER, little tadpole. Pond is home-safe. Live here, stay slave-mate, make worship to Master Shuushar.” The words of the kuo-toa left Calvin trembling as they began to rut. The proclamations were spoken so simply, with no second guessing on his opinion or objections. The words seemed to merely be reassurances to give meaning to this odd obsession he found himself struck with; the kuo-toa was more fair than any maiden or man, as beautiful as any divine being and utterly irresistible. Calvin’s arms encircled the bulk, fingers digging into the flabby hide of scales and soft flesh, bouncing in the submerged crotch, guided by hands that were foreign to him only minutes ago. The simple nature of his submission, his resignation to remain as a mere thing that Shuushar would hump and dote on like a nobleman’s pet. The broken speech of his owner added even more lewd consequences to his fate. He openly offered himself to a creature he no doubt had a leg up on in intelligence, pushed to the bottom of the totem pole the kuo-toa existed on simply because he knew it was impossible to resist the obese allure the creature suddenly possessed. \n\nMinutes passed and Calvin clung to the chubby neck, letting the fish beast hump him with wild abandon. Submitting wholly to the devastating thoughts that tore apart any sane thought other than sex and worship of this creature were devoured, rudely twisted into self-debasement. All logic turned around on its head to keep the humiliating incline arousing at the sheer honesty of it all.\n\nThis creature is a beast. You mustn’t become its thrall.\n\nBut I must! I adore how hideous he is and how willing I am to become its slave!\n\nThink of the surface world you would leave behind. What will they say if you do not return, nay, what gossip will spread if they know of your fate?\n\nI long for their shock and horror! If only I could see their dismay as tales of my submission to this old, fat hermit fill their ears amidst mugs of ale!\n\nWouldn’t you rather have those mugs of ale? You’ll miss every comfort you have ever had.\n\nThe only comfort I need to indulge is whatever this dumb beast demands of me! I crave only his affections and his praises!\n\nThis is humiliating.\n\nIt is and I couldn’t be more happier for it!\n\nBack forth, admonishment and reconciliation dueled. The latter swelled to a rising admission; the disgraceful existence as a slutty pet to this obese kuo-toa carried honors that Calvin’s lust addled mind rationalized effortlessly no matter what dismaying logic tried to counter it. All fueled by the soft belly plush against his small frame and the thick tongue slapping wetly inside his mouth.\n\nCalvin’s mouth opened in a gasp, struck by the sudden push of the kuo-toa’s cock head nudging against his tight pucker. His whimpers were slurred underneath the twisting kiss that sucked and drooled over his face. It was the only thing that helped this vulgar act go unnoticed to the rest of the halfling party as Shuushar corrupted the mind of their fellow. His shaft sunk quickly into Calvin’s ass and the two laid back in the water for a brief respite, basking in the intimacy that Calvin was unused to and Shuushar utterly lax with.\n\n“Cock good? When you, Shuushar do this to you everyday. Make you feel joy every time.” The fish man’s grubby and slimy mitts crept down the halfing’s spine, dragging claws and palms to the tight rump that he had hilted. “Let Shuushar keep you. No run or cry. Only worship. All you little ones for. That or food for big belly.”\n\nCalvin only moaned in response. He didn’t need words anymore. They weren’t fit for the lips of a pet who’s only purpose should be tending to the pleasures of this old kuo-toa hermit. He could hardly acknowledge the dangerous words and lazy tone of his newfound master as the plump fish thighs began to rock and bump against his reae. Little whines burst out of his mouth as he braced himself against Shuushar’s flabby chest.\n\n“No like the others up there anyway, do you? Me eat. Keep you. Make you rub food into more belly. All food but you tadpole.”\n\nThe words lulled Calvin into the final lucid he could manage before the haze of lust overwhelmed him. It was that bright, glowing eye radiating the hypnotic purple abyss of the kuo-toa’s gaze while the other lulled uselessly in his right socket, utterly benign and harmless as the hermit had seemed to them when they arrived.\n\n- - - - \n\nTime melted into moments of utter glee and resignation. Calvin came to with his mouth burrowed between Shuushar’s butt cheeks, both crouched on the soft moss of their camp. Calvin groaned and shuddered as he realized his tongue was half buried into the wrinkled folds of the fat kuo-toa’s asshole, the slick hole flexing against his lips. He pushed off of the pudgy cheeks, rising up to see over the fat back and shoulders of his owner that two of his party mates were tied up, tethered to poles and staring with wild terror and panic.\n\nThe shock of it all wore off quickly and Calvin gazed between to handsome rump he’d been servicing and gave it another long lick, recalling that he wasn’t meant to think of anything but the glory of his wise and powerful master.\n\nShuushar, sensing the brief hesitation, rolled over and cast his dopey grin at his pet. The halfling remained nude and on his fours as he crawled up to his owner and collapsed between the kuo-toa’s legs once more, engulfing Shusshar’s bloated erection in his mouth.\n\n“Mmm, goodly boy-pet. No more name. Just good for lick-kiss now.” Shuushar declared, the demeaning praise setting Calvin’s heart alight with excitement. Shuushar continued with a low groan, “Guhhh, make you stay for good as slave-pet. Make the rest more belly for you to worship.” \n\nCalvin felt the underbelly shift and jostle. He stared up at the sagging gut and saw it sway violently. He finally heard a muffled moan of despair from under the many folds of fat that hung from the kuo-toa’s midsection. He knew the voice, but he couldn’t recall what the halfling-snack had looked like. All that mattered now was the broad belly gurgling and gently absorbing everything the little halfing in Shuushar’s stomach had to offer. Even his struggles were cherished as the large hands roamed around the thick gut, kneading and squished the wailing food inside with sadistic glee as Calvin sucked him off.\n\nShuushar tilted his head to one side, noticing the glimmer of clear thought in Calvin’s expression. “Still thinking too much, little tadpole. No worry. Shuushar help you stgop. Only think of belly. Only think of worship. Rub my food into belly and forget.” The eye flared with renewed vigor and Calvin felt his every memory and thought be turned away light darkness before a struck match as his tongue swept along the pudgy surface of the kuo-toa’s gut, dragging up to his chest and back down to his underbelly. His comrades watched in mesmerized horror as the moans and struggles within that deadly paunch grew slow and then still.\n\n//////\n\nImage is not mine, that belongs to Wizards of the Coast probably and this is a story about Shuushar the Awakened after the Out of the Abyss campaign that I always imagined would happen if he survives the first act. Image is not mine, that belongs to Wizards of the Coast probably and this is a story about Shuushar the Awakened after the Out of the Abyss campaign that I always imagined would happen if he survives the first act. He's a big sexy fish man I have a huge crush on because he can either go through the whole campaign bringing laughs and drama or marches off to his own demise or in this version enslaves and gobbles up adventurers he can overpower.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Calvin wrinkled his nose. The cave stank of fish. Not merely because his adventuring party had just finished fishing some out of the deep pool but because of the plump kuo-toa sitting on the edge of the pool. The fish creature grinned broadly at the four of them, one eye sinking towards the floor while the other kept a steady gaze. Calvin shivered. The halfling didn’t like the thought of having to share camp in the cove with their strange host. Four halflings and a fish man. Calvin had been in more dire straits, but something still kept his nerves alight.

As the three members of his party marched away towards their camp that was setup next to the kuo-toa’s hovel, Calvin sighed a breath of relief. Traveling through the winding tunnels and caverns of the Underdark left one with practically no time alone. It was dangerous to be without company. Monsters of all kinds lurked in the eerie darkness and if one unfortunate soul got lost they would likely never reach the surface again. Of course, this scarcity of heroes left a lot of plunder to be had if the adventurers were capable.

Calvin made for a good joke but hardly anything more.

“So it’s come this? Feasting on minnows? Disgusting; I thought we had more food?” One halfling complained.

“We did till the squealer tripped and let it fall into the crawling ooze. Clumsy oaf can’t even be a proper pack mule.” Calvin winced as he realized it was yet another start to a conversation he should be left out of.

“Don’t get started or else we’ll hear him snivel before we hit the sack. Least we found water and grub. The real question is whether this’ll be worth it when we get out of this dump.” Their voices trailed off into distant echoes as they clambered up the stone steps where the camp was. Calvin watched the campfire flicker, sending rays of orange light bouncing against the ceiling. The small cliff that overlooked the pool gave Calvin the privacy he so desperately desired. At least down here, alone, he couldn’t suffer the abuse of his fellow halflings.

He quietly lamented, sinking deeper into the shallows and huffing bubbles in a frustrated exhale. What use was it to bother getting angry or let the humiliation they put him through bother him? He was stuck to them like a bug on a hedgehog’s back. He wouldn’t get out of this prickly predicament until they reached the surface and someone plucked him from this miserable affair.

“I join you.” A burbly voice startled Calvin, making the halfling shift under the lapping ripples that sloshed towards him. The kuo-toa waded in and tugging the ill fitting tunic off. Calvin turned sharply, wishing more than anything to bark at the fish man and demand to be left alone. At least, that was until he caught the kuo-toa’s eye. The good one. The one that still had sense and reason behind its glassy gaze. It flared with purple light, hollowing out Calvin’s will with a single flick of the creature’s gaze.

“Bathe with me. Yes-good?”

For a moment, the prospect of sharing the pool with the now nude kuo-toa wasn’t so peculiar. After all, the creature had allowed the four halflings to rest, wash and take fish he no doubt ate for his own sustenance. Considering all that it was perfectly reasonable to let the ruler of the pond splash in his own water.

The light danced across the water and it rippled across the blubbery frame of the kuo-toa so beautifully. Calvin ducked a little deeper, hunching over so he could hide his sheepish smile under the surface, lifting it only to mumble, “Whatever you say, sir.”

The kuo-toa’s fat lips swept up along its jowls. “Goodly-good. I Shuushar. Share name, tadpole?”

The halfling’s head bobbed above the water line for a brief moment before descending back down. “Calvin Willowroot, sir.”

The kuo-toa laughed. “Hee! You cute. Forget others. Stay with Shuushar.” The large, clammy palm of Shuushar came down to rest on the halfling’s head, patting it laxly as the kuo-toa plopped down beside him. Warmth, soothing and gentle, poured from the creature’s hand as it stroked the halfling’s wet hair. “Come here. Rub-hug like mate with me, tadpole.”

Calvin nodded, letting his small frame sink against the kuo-toa’s side. The hand slid down his head and face, resting on his shoulder and pulling him in tight against Shuushar’s bulk. Calvin shuddered. He wasn’t revolted or scared, curiously enough. This was by far the most calm and relaxed he’d been the entire time he’d spent in the Underdark. He couldn’t count many times on the surface he’d felt this happy. That might have been strange to put it that way. Something about Shuushar simply made him happy. Maybe he might not have been this first man Calvin might have let himself find himself attracted to like a mate, whatever that entailed other than sex he couldn’t say, but he didn’t wish to reject the kuo-toa’s advances. It was the first gentle touch he’d received in too long.

The two of them reclined against the mossy wall behind them, soaking in the water without a care or concern. Calvin’s hands were cautious at first, tentatively wanting to touch and clasp, but he found the kuo-toa more than eager to let the little halfling pursue his newly awakened desires. The odor of the kuo-toa wasn’t necessarily unpleasant. It carried a profoundly male scent muddle in with the moist aroma of the pink fish scales that glittered along Shuushar’s back. His front, however, appeared to be smooth and soft to the touch. Calvin let his hand slide along under the water, brushing and sweeping over the chubby paunch. His fingers clutched whole handfuls of Shuushar’s gut and he felt the flabby throat of the fish man thrum with appeasement.

“So curious, but so frightened. No more fear so long as you are with Shuushar.” The plump digits tugged on Calvin’s chin, guiding his face to take in the kuo-toa’s broad smile and glowing eye while the other drooped laxly to the pond’s depths. “You like big belly, tadpole?”

“I love it. I love your fat belly.” Calvin said with words that felt forced out of his own mouth by instinct, drawing his face closer to Shuushar. His hand slipped and flopped into the kuo-toa’s crotch. Instead of freezing in embarrassment, as he might have done with any other man, the halfling ran his fingers along the thick length, teasing it with his stroking motions that causes a small sputter of water between their bodies.

Shuushar’s eye flared with purple energy. Calvin moaned as lust suddenly flooded every nerve of his body and desire burned like a furnace as he heard the kuo-toa’s voice rumble like a crashing wave. “Kiss me, little tadpole. GIVE UP and let me make you slave-mate. Pet for old Shuushar.”

Calvin nodded, staring with a dim expression on his face at the large fish visage that was quickly taking up his entire view. He felt their mouths nudge against one another, the halfing’s surprised to find the plump lips soft and pliable as he parted his own and took the large curve of the bottom lip into his mouth. His tongue pushed along Shuushar’s jowls, mouthing and sucking until he felt the kuo-toa do the same. It easily overwhelmed Calvin’s meager attempts at passion with half the effort. The wet slurps and sucking of those puckered lips were echoing along with the rhythmic splashing of the pool as Calvin writhed in pleasured as he was hoisted into Shuushar’s lap, belly to belly and the old hermit’s cock settling beneath the hypnotized halfling’s rump.

When Calvin’s moans grew too loud, threatening to expose their lustful passion, Shuushar shushed him with the thick and slobbering tongue, tracing his new possession’s mouth and burrowing past the hungry lips with vigor that broke the halfling further into depravity. The throbbing head of the kuo-toa maleness probed and dug into Calvin’s hole. Aided by the active motions of his thin hips and the insistent, grubby mitts of the inhumane creature that had taken all control over his wants and desires, the young halfling felt the spear of pain of penetration quickly melt into ecstasy.

“Mine now. Shuushar is MASTER, little tadpole. Pond is home-safe. Live here, stay slave-mate, make worship to Master Shuushar.” The words of the kuo-toa left Calvin trembling as they began to rut. The proclamations were spoken so simply, with no second guessing on his opinion or objections. The words seemed to merely be reassurances to give meaning to this odd obsession he found himself struck with; the kuo-toa was more fair than any maiden or man, as beautiful as any divine being and utterly irresistible. Calvin’s arms encircled the bulk, fingers digging into the flabby hide of scales and soft flesh, bouncing in the submerged crotch, guided by hands that were foreign to him only minutes ago. The simple nature of his submission, his resignation to remain as a mere thing that Shuushar would hump and dote on like a nobleman’s pet. The broken speech of his owner added even more lewd consequences to his fate. He openly offered himself to a creature he no doubt had a leg up on in intelligence, pushed to the bottom of the totem pole the kuo-toa existed on simply because he knew it was impossible to resist the obese allure the creature suddenly possessed.

Minutes passed and Calvin clung to the chubby neck, letting the fish beast hump him with wild abandon. Submitting wholly to the devastating thoughts that tore apart any sane thought other than sex and worship of this creature were devoured, rudely twisted into self-debasement. All logic turned around on its head to keep the humiliating incline arousing at the sheer honesty of it all.

This creature is a beast. You mustn’t become its thrall.

But I must! I adore how hideous he is and how willing I am to become its slave!

Think of the surface world you would leave behind. What will they say if you do not return, nay, what gossip will spread if they know of your fate?

I long for their shock and horror! If only I could see their dismay as tales of my submission to this old, fat hermit fill their ears amidst mugs of ale!

Wouldn’t you rather have those mugs of ale? You’ll miss every comfort you have ever had.

The only comfort I need to indulge is whatever this dumb beast demands of me! I crave only his affections and his praises!

This is humiliating.

It is and I couldn’t be more happier for it!

Back forth, admonishment and reconciliation dueled. The latter swelled to a rising admission; the disgraceful existence as a slutty pet to this obese kuo-toa carried honors that Calvin’s lust addled mind rationalized effortlessly no matter what dismaying logic tried to counter it. All fueled by the soft belly plush against his small frame and the thick tongue slapping wetly inside his mouth.

Calvin’s mouth opened in a gasp, struck by the sudden push of the kuo-toa’s cock head nudging against his tight pucker. His whimpers were slurred underneath the twisting kiss that sucked and drooled over his face. It was the only thing that helped this vulgar act go unnoticed to the rest of the halfling party as Shuushar corrupted the mind of their fellow. His shaft sunk quickly into Calvin’s ass and the two laid back in the water for a brief respite, basking in the intimacy that Calvin was unused to and Shuushar utterly lax with.

“Cock good? When you, Shuushar do this to you everyday. Make you feel joy every time.” The fish man’s grubby and slimy mitts crept down the halfing’s spine, dragging claws and palms to the tight rump that he had hilted. “Let Shuushar keep you. No run or cry. Only worship. All you little ones for. That or food for big belly.”

Calvin only moaned in response. He didn’t need words anymore. They weren’t fit for the lips of a pet who’s only purpose should be tending to the pleasures of this old kuo-toa hermit. He could hardly acknowledge the dangerous words and lazy tone of his newfound master as the plump fish thighs began to rock and bump against his reae. Little whines burst out of his mouth as he braced himself against Shuushar’s flabby chest.

“No like the others up there anyway, do you? Me eat. Keep you. Make you rub food into more belly. All food but you tadpole.”

The words lulled Calvin into the final lucid he could manage before the haze of lust overwhelmed him. It was that bright, glowing eye radiating the hypnotic purple abyss of the kuo-toa’s gaze while the other lulled uselessly in his right socket, utterly benign and harmless as the hermit had seemed to them when they arrived.

- - - -

Time melted into moments of utter glee and resignation. Calvin came to with his mouth burrowed between Shuushar’s butt cheeks, both crouched on the soft moss of their camp. Calvin groaned and shuddered as he realized his tongue was half buried into the wrinkled folds of the fat kuo-toa’s asshole, the slick hole flexing against his lips. He pushed off of the pudgy cheeks, rising up to see over the fat back and shoulders of his owner that two of his party mates were tied up, tethered to poles and staring with wild terror and panic.

The shock of it all wore off quickly and Calvin gazed between to handsome rump he’d been servicing and gave it another long lick, recalling that he wasn’t meant to think of anything but the glory of his wise and powerful master.

Shuushar, sensing the brief hesitation, rolled over and cast his dopey grin at his pet. The halfling remained nude and on his fours as he crawled up to his owner and collapsed between the kuo-toa’s legs once more, engulfing Shusshar’s bloated erection in his mouth.

“Mmm, goodly boy-pet. No more name. Just good for lick-kiss now.” Shuushar declared, the demeaning praise setting Calvin’s heart alight with excitement. Shuushar continued with a low groan, “Guhhh, make you stay for good as slave-pet. Make the rest more belly for you to worship.”

Calvin felt the underbelly shift and jostle. He stared up at the sagging gut and saw it sway violently. He finally heard a muffled moan of despair from under the many folds of fat that hung from the kuo-toa’s midsection. He knew the voice, but he couldn’t recall what the halfling-snack had looked like. All that mattered now was the broad belly gurgling and gently absorbing everything the little halfing in Shuushar’s stomach had to offer. Even his struggles were cherished as the large hands roamed around the thick gut, kneading and squished the wailing food inside with sadistic glee as Calvin sucked him off.

Shuushar tilted his head to one side, noticing the glimmer of clear thought in Calvin’s expression. “Still thinking too much, little tadpole. No worry. Shuushar help you stgop. Only think of belly. Only think of worship. Rub my food into belly and forget.” The eye flared with renewed vigor and Calvin felt his every memory and thought be turned away light darkness before a struck match as his tongue swept along the pudgy surface of the kuo-toa’s gut, dragging up to his chest and back down to his underbelly. His comrades watched in mesmerized horror as the moans and struggles within that deadly paunch grew slow and then still.

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Image is not mine, that belongs to Wizards of the Coast probably and this is a story about Shuushar the Awakened after the Out of the Abyss campaign that I always imagined would happen if he survives the first act. Image is not mine, that belongs to Wizards of the Coast probably and this is a story about Shuushar the Awakened after the Out of the Abyss campaign that I always imagined would happen if he survives the first act. He's a big sexy fish man I have a huge crush on because he can either go through the whole campaign bringing laughs and drama or marches off to his own demise or in this version enslaves and gobbles up adventurers he can overpower.", "writing": "", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "", "pools_count": 0, "title": "Fish Food", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "image/png", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "1", "type_name": "Picture/Pinup", "guest_block": "t", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "1", "views": "123" }