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  MUDCAT

  John Quick

  Edited by: J. Ellington Ashton Press Staff

  Cover Art by: Michael Fisher

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  John Quick

  ©2017, John Quick

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  Any resemblance to persons, places living or dead is purely coincidental.

  This is a work of fiction.

  For Joe and Mario; I can’t believe I did this either.

  BEFORE THE STORM

  Thunder rumbled in the distance, a low, steady drone that seemed to go on forever before finally fading and restoring silence to the night again. Brandon found himself mentally calculating how far away it was, and decided that while the storm was indeed fairly close, it was unlikely to hit before morning, probably tomorrow afternoon. Not that it mattered much when it hit, so long as he had time to finish with his plans for the night undisturbed. Storms had never bothered him, but he knew that Annie was freaked out by them, and not in a good way. She wouldn’t jump into his arms, hoping for his protection. Instead, she would immediately call an end to the night’s festivities and demand he take her home where he knew she would end up hiding in her bedroom until it blew over.

  She pulled away from him slightly, breaking their kiss and catching his hand in the act of unfastening her bra as she sat back in her seat. “Did you hear that?”

  “Relax,” he said. He gave his fingers an experimental wiggle and decided there was no way he could finish undoing that clasp with his hand trapped between her back and the car seat. He slowly pulled it free and then began to rub the back of her neck comfortingly. “The sky’s clear and there’s not much of a breeze to be blowing anything in. We’ve got hours before we have to worry about it.”

  Her eyes narrowed distrustfully, but he could see the lust still prevalent behind the mock-glare she was giving him. “Are you sure?”

  “Positive,” he replied. He gave her a warm smile, and was relieved when she responded in kind.

  Brandon pulled her to him again and saw her eyes flutter closed as her head tilted up to his. He kissed her, forcing himself to move slowly as he worked his hand back to what he was now sure was a combination lock holding the flimsy cloth together. He shifted, attempting to find a better angle, and winced as his knee slammed painfully into the center console of the Charger. For such a spacious-looking automobile, it definitely hadn’t been designed with either make-out sessions or sex by a romantic lake in mind.

  Annie leaned into him, her breasts pushed against his chest, and darted her tongue into his mouth briefly. He responded by moving his other arm around her, regretfully letting go of the breast he had been cupping, in the hopes that with both hands in play, he might actually make some headway on getting her topless. From there, the rest would be easy.

  He jumped as his elbow hammered the horn, blasting through the stillness of the night and undoing every inch of ground he’d managed to gain thus far. Annie jumped too, jerking away from him with a look of shock on her face. She shook her head, bit her lower lip, and then giggled up at him.

  “Damn it,” he muttered. This just wasn’t working. He blamed the town itself; if this little shithole had even been worth having a cheap flea-bag motel, he wouldn’t be having these kinds of problems.

  He also might have avoided them if he hadn’t made the poor choice of picking such an asshole for a roommate, or if Annie wasn’t still in high school and old enough to move out of her parent’s house. Those were problems he couldn’t solve right now, though, so there was no point in dwelling on them. He knew this would be the kind of thing that might happen if he chose to date a seventeen year old, but as hot as Annie was, and as slim as the pickings in this town were, some sacrifices were just worth it.

  “I don’t think this is working,” Annie said, echoing his thoughts. Brandon wasn’t sure if he actually heard disappointment in her voice or if it was just his own wishful thinking.

  “I’ve got an idea,” he said. He opened his door and started to crawl out of the car. “Come with me.”

  Annie got out on the other side, frowning slightly. “What are you up to?”

  He smiled at her, pulled his shirt over his head, and tossed it back into the car before closing the door. The night air was cool, but after the heat and humidity crept up as spring wore on, it was a welcome change. He moved to the front of the car, paused, and then motioned for her to follow. She came to him slowly, but at least she was following.

  “Let’s go for a swim,” he said, reaching out and taking her hand, and then pulled her along after him.

  “Are you nuts?” she asked. “We don’t exactly have suits.”

  He waggled his eyebrows playfully at her. “That’s the beauty of it. We won’t need them.”

  Her eyes grew wide and she looked back over her shoulder as if she’d just heard an audience cheer at the suggestion. “Brandon! What if someone sees us?”

  “I told you,” he said. “Nobody knows about this place. My old man brought me out here fishing once or twice when I was a kid. He’s about the only other person who even knows about that old service road we came in on, but since the last I heard he was down in Florida shacked up with some chick my age, I doubt he’s going to come rolling up on us.”

  He waited until he stepped off the gravel roadway and onto the soft dirt beach around the lake to kick off his shoes. He let go of her hand to peel off his socks as well, and then bent over to tuck them into his shoes. He was grateful that there was enough of a moon out tonight that he would be able to see them so long as he headed straight back from the lake to the car again. When he looked up, he saw that Annie had removed her own shoes as well, but was still looking at him with an uncertain expression.

  “I don’t know about this, Brandon,” she said.

  “Come on, live a little,” he said. “You can’t tell me you’ve never been skinny dipping.”

  “I didn’t say that,” she said. He could tell by the way her cheeks darkened that she was lying, trying to play it cool for his benefit. “I just don’t want to get caught.”

  “We won’t,” he insisted. “I swear. And just think how romantic it’s going to be. Just you and me, alone in the lake, with nothing to keep us company but the crickets and the frogs.”

  She lifted one hand to the bottom of her shirt, then paused, biting her lip again as her eyes flicked across his face.

  “We’ll have plenty of room this way,” he said, his smile turning mischievous. “Nobody bothering us. And we’ll be in the water anyway. Even if someone did come this way—which they won’t—they won’t be able to see anything.”

  Her fingers played across her shirt-tail another moment as she considered this, and when she finally looked back up at him again he knew he had her almost convinced. “That water’s going to be freezing!”

  “It won’t be so bad,” he said, taking a couple of steps closer to her and running a thumb lightly over her cheek. “The last couple of weeks have been pretty hot, so it’s warmed up some. Besides, I’ll be more than happy to keep you warm.”

  She smiled at that, and he leaned down and kissed her. It began tenderly, then she pushed herself against him hungrily, her tongue entering his mouth once more where it began to dance and tangle with his own. He took advantage of the situation to undo the zipper at the side of her sk
irt, and smiled into her mouth as he felt it drop to the ground between them with barely a whisper.

  In one fluid motion, she broke the kiss, stepped away from him and out of the rumpled garment, and gave him a decidedly wicked smile. Her eyes never left his as she pulled both her shirt and bra over her head before tossing them to the ground with her skirt. She tilted her chin down slightly and looked up at him from beneath her eyelids, obviously waiting for his reaction.

  Brandon’s breath caught in his throat as he stared at her bare breasts. He’d felt them several times before, but this was the first chance he’d had to actually see them in all their naked glory. They weren’t overly large, were what he and his friends called “perfect handfuls”, and sat high on her chest, barely affected by gravity at all from the way things looked. The air caused her nipples to stiffen and jut out, as if they were pointing at him. She let out a girlish giggle and threw one arm over them before turning and racing down the shore to the lake.

  “Are you coming?” she called out over her shoulder as she tucked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, slipped them off, and left them behind without breaking stride.

  He needed no further invitation. He nearly fell as he struggled to get out of his own jeans and boxers, but somehow managed the process without making too much of a fool of himself. Freed, he managed to gain on her relatively easily. He grabbed her around the waist with both arms, eliciting a squeal of amusement from her, and picked her up before carrying her into the water.

  It was cold, at least at first, and she squealed again when both of them dropped off a slight ledge just beyond the shoreline and found themselves submerged to the chest before they’d had time to adjust. He put her down, and was a little disappointed when he realized that the water came up over those glorious breasts, hiding them from his view. Then she pushed herself against him again, hooking one long leg around his thigh and began to undulate against him. When he first hit the water, he was sure his penis was going to shrivel right up inside of his body, but as one of his hands cupped her buttocks while the other roamed across her breasts, he discovered that it wasn’t as frightened as he thought it was.

  When she finally wrapped the other leg around him and hoisted herself up before slowly impaling herself upon him, he forgot all about how cold the water had been

  ***

  It swam in silence, hungry, seeking nourishment of some sort, finding nothing. The bugs it normally fed upon were not as plentiful or as fulfilling as they once were. Unlike others of its kind, it craved meat; and not the false meat offered by those who wandered the shores of its home, but something real and tangible that could sustain it until its next meal. It drifted back down to the muddy lake bottom, hoping for some grub or worm that had somehow managed to find a home there, but found nothing.

  It was working its way closer to the surface again when the splashes began, startling it and sending it scurrying back out of range from whatever potential predator had just entered its domain. After a moment, it realized it had nothing to fear; the intruders were simply a pair of the large, land-bound creatures that occasionally wandered into the water for a time before retreating and leaving it in peace once more. It was early for their arrival; normally the creatures waited until the time the sun was high and hot in the sky above, when even short trips to the surface dried its skin unbearably.

  The irregularity drove its primal curiosity. It began to approach, and then the creatures began to thrash and flail against one another. The waves they created were not too fearsome to overcome, but it knew they would mask anything it might learn. So it waited, just out of the extended range their motions made. It would investigate further once the creatures stopped their frantic movements. Perhaps it would learn something interesting. Perhaps they would have food.

  ***

  Brandon watched as Annie floated on the surface of the lake, her arms and legs stretched out, moonlight glinting off the droplets of water scattered across her belly and the tips of her pubic hair. It was a beautiful sight, and the angle in which she’d drifted afforded him an unparalleled view through the gateway of her spread knees. Amazingly, he felt himself twitch, responding to the erotic display before him, and he knew he had to have her at least once more before he took her home for the night.

  The sex had been good, surprisingly so, and at first he’d felt a bit angry that for all her coyness and game of “hard-to-get”, there was no question about her lack of virginity. But whoever it was that had taught her what to do had been a maestro at fucking, it seemed, and she’d quickly made that anger disappear into sheer unadulterated lust. She’d brought him to the brink and backed off so many times that when he finally finished, the echoes of her own enthusiastic orgasm still ringing in his ears, he’d had the mental image of a fire hose opening underwater, and was a bit shocked he hadn’t been propelled away in a rush.

  A moralistic person might have been a bit concerned that a girl only halfway through her senior year of high school would possess such carnal skills, but then a moralistic person would not have ever found that out in the first place. Brandon was just glad that he’d had the chance to experience it for himself, morals be damned. They only got in the way, anyhow.

  His penis twitched again, and he felt the urge to swim over there, grab her, and slam her back onto it again. Unfortunately, he also felt the almost unbearable need to urinate as well. He’d drunk the better part of a six-pack on the way out here tonight, and it was coming high time to pay the rent on it. He drifted off a little ways, far enough that he wouldn’t risk running back through his own pool of piss in the height of passion, took himself in hand, and let fly.

  ***

  It felt the unexpected warmth begin to flood its shadowed hiding place, sensed the presence of nutrients that were far beyond what it garnered from its previous diet, and felt grateful that the creatures had, indeed, brought food. There was something else there too, something beyond the simple urge to feed that was beginning to fill its mind. Instinct took over, and suddenly it understood. It knew what to do, how to achieve the next step in its own evolution.

  It spared one final thought for its parent, slowly rotting away half-submerged in the muck at the bottom of the lake, and for its siblings that had been lost to a starving turtle even as it was first being born, then thoughts of the future consumed it, propelling it into that strange warmth, seeking its source.

  ***

  At first, Brandon had no idea what was going on. He’d experienced a piece of lint blocking his urethra before, but it had never happened mid-stream. Even when it had occurred, the force of his urination usually dislodged it—not until he’d managed to spray piss all over the fucking bathroom, it seemed, but it always cleared up. But here, underwater, it didn’t make any sense. He moved one finger to the head of his penis, hoping he didn’t end up pissing all over himself when he cleared whatever was forming the blockage, and found something else he couldn’t understand.

  It felt like his penis had suddenly grown another few inches, and was trembling uncontrollably as well. He glanced back at Annie, still floating nearby, and wondered what in the hell kind of shit the little slut had given him.

  Then the pain started.

  He felt something pushing its way inside him, spreading his urethra wider than he would have ever believed possible. Once his confused brain finally processed that it wasn’t supposed to open that wide, it was as though his nerve endings had been given license to feel what was happening, the numbing veil of shock ripped away in one fell swoop. He did the only thing that seemed reasonable in such a situation: he screamed at the top of his lungs.

  He was dimly aware of Annie’s startled cry and frantic splashing as she tried to right herself in the water, but he was too concerned about what was happening to his precious prick to worry about her right now. He reached down and grabbed hold of the thing trying to invade him, getting as firm a grip as he possibly could in the water before attempting to yank it out again.

  The pain had
been bad before, but as he felt something rip inside of him, it became unbearable. He tried to scream again, but couldn’t manage more than a high-pitched croak. He jerked his hand away so fast he smacked himself in the face with it, and began to make a low, moaning, chuffing noise deep in his throat as he mentally prayed for the thing to stop and go away, or for him to die. Either would be fine, so long as that pain stopped.

  “Brandon?” Annie asked.

  He spun to her, grabbing hold of her shoulders, and saw her eyes widen before she, too, screamed; not in pain, but in sheer terror at whatever it was she saw etched across his face.

  “Muh…, muh…,” he stammered, fighting to get even that lone syllable out.

  “What’s wrong, baby?” Annie asked, still trembling but obviously aware that he was in a moment of tremendous need. “What can I do?”

  Another wave of pain radiated out from his groin, nearly buckling his knees and sending him under the water. He tentatively felt for the thing that was mauling him, and nearly fainted when he felt that only scant inches of it now remained outside of him. He gritted his teeth and threw his head back, determined to beg her for help, no longer caring that he was quite possibly beyond that now.

  “My dick!” he screamed. “Something’s eating my fucking dick!”

  Annie took a step away from him, one hand rising to her mouth in shock. She began to shake her head from side to side, slowly at first, then increasing as her resolve grew. He reached for her, but she took another step backward to avoid his grasp.

  “Huh-uh,” she said, still shaking her head. “No way. I am not getting caught out here with you. I’m sorry, baby, but you’re on your own.”

  Fury blasted through the agony. This little stuck-up whore was going to leave him to have his cock eaten off, all because she was afraid her fucking daddy would ground her spoiled ass. Fuck that! As she spun and began to push off with the obvious intent of swimming back to shore and getting the hell out of there, he lunged forward and managed to tangle his fingers in her long hair. He grabbed a handful and yanked, pulling her back to him with a startled shriek. He pulled her head close and leaned down so he could speak directly into her ear.