“Drunken Excursion”
by mZmm
 
 
  “Gimme...gimme another round.” Breezier said as he slammed down a bottle onto the bar. The mouse behind the bar was polishing a glass, caught a bit off-guard by the otter’s sudden movement.
 
 
  “You sure you want another?” he said as he turned around to the tap, beginning to pour another glass.
 
 
  “Y...yeah…” Breezier stuttered as he laid his hands on the table. “Just *urp* one more.”
 
 
  “I’ll hold you to that then…” the mouse said as he slid the glass across the bar. Breezier almost immediately grabbed it, taking a swig.
 
 
  “Aah, that’s great…” he said as he took out his wallet. “Uh...how much do I..do I owe ya?” he asked.
 
 
  “Your tab is….$65.” the mouse said as he looked at a pad of paper sitting on the back of the bar, pen in hand as he adjusted the price for this newest drink the otter had bought.
 
 
  “Damn. Always overshoot my *urp* budget.” Breezier said as he pulled a wad of cash out and slapped it down on the bar. Once the bartender took it, Breezier spun around on his stool, glass in hand, looking across the bar.
 
 
  The bar was quite spacious (and strangely slow), actually. A bunch of empty pool tables sat to the left of the otter, with some slot machines at the back. The bar extended for quite a long time in front of him, including over to the right, where some more traditional tables, booths, and chairs were situated. The jukebox was droning some downright weird music...probably shoegaze or something. Some hipster probably came in and changed it while nobody was looking.
 
 
  But what was more interesting about this bar was its exterior. The whole shebang was situated on a dock, hanging off and overlooking quite a large lake. Dense swampland surrounded both the lake and the only road that led to this bar. It was quite a spectacle honestly, especially around twilight, when the blues of the sky fell to earth for just a small moment...but it was far past that precious twilight. Still, the bar had a large dock wrapping around it, so patrons could look out onto the lake with ease, complete with staircase access to the lake’s beach.
 
 
  It was on this dock that Breezier soon found himself, stumbling through the exit onto the sprawl. Luckily there were guard rails, so even if he was piss-drunk (as he was right now), he couldn’t stumble over the dock and fall into the lake or something. This lake was famous for its rather large alligator population, as well...not a way the otter wanted to go, that’s for sure.
 
 
 
For the moment, though, he was just looking out at the night. It was nearly cloudless, the stars twinkling down as the otter looked up. He just admired the view for a while, the moon reflecting off of the lake in pristine fashion as he took a swig from his drink. He noticed it was already almost empty at this point, silently wishing that he hadn’t cut himself off earlier. But, he was already pretty drunk, so it was probably for the better…
 
 
  Honestly, Breezier finding himself out here was more automation than anything. He didn’t really have a conscious thought to come out on the dock, it just sort of...happened. One second he was talking to the bartender, and the next he was sitting on the dock, leaning against the railing as he looked over the lake…the view was still quite nice, though. Drunk him had good taste in landscapes, apparently.
 
 
  This is important to note, because Breezier soon found himself walking along the beach. He didn’t have his glass in his hand either, so that must have meant he visited the bar again to give it back...or dropped it somewhere. Probably the latter. Anyway, what was more important was that he was currently walking down the beach, further and further away from the bar. It wasn’t like there was anything around, except for swampland - the bar was pretty much the only building around the entire perimeter of the lake. So, why Breezier was walking around like this could only be written off as drunken exploration.
 
 
  The second important thing to note about this situation was the alligator currently lounging in the shallow water just beside the beach. The alligator Breezier was currently walking straight towards, although he didn’t know it at this point yet. The alligator that was currently rubbing at his gut, having caught a rather big meal earlier today. The gator was sprawled out on the beach, his lower half dipped into the water as he laid on the beach, looking at the otter as he slowly stumbled over to him.
 
 
  It was quite dark outside, so Breezier (especially with his dulled senses) probably wouldn’t have noticed the gator, even if he tripped over him. But the gator was much more astute, and could sense him coming...he was still a bit hungry, even after his last catch. But it wasn’t a normal hunger. It was more a sexual one…
 
 
  So, the gator hatched an idea. He obviously couldn’t get up and snatch the otter, with his gut as full (and still moving, somewhat) as it was, so he figured that he could lure him in with words...it was quite obvious to tell, even from a distance, that the otter was quite drunk, and he’d be much more receptive to ideas in that state. And, worst comes to worst, the otter gets scared and runs off. It’s not like the gator was starving or anything.
 
 
  Breezier was still quite a bit away, so the gator had time to refine his plan as the otter stumbled closer, sometimes walking into the water a bit - the cold sensation on his feet easily triggered an adjustment in his path, though, making sure he didn’t just walk into the lake or whatever. There were sure to be plenty of hungry creatures lurking deep in those waters...and actually hungry, not just horny.
 
 
  Soon, the otter was quite close to the gator, although Breezier certainly didn’t realize it, just stumbling around, making occasional noises (as otters often did). It was then that Breezier heard a voice, deep, rough, but somehow seductive…
 
 
  “Hello, pup...” it rumbled, from seemingly right in front of Breezier. He looked down to his feet, seemingly where the voice was coming from...but he could barely discern anything in the night. Just a dark blob in front of him.
 
 
  “Look down a little.” the gator said in response to Breezier’s stumbling around. The otter’s eyes adjusted a little, allowing him to at least somewhat discern what was laying in front of him. It looked to be a alligator, lying on the beach...with a churning gut...and a sizeable sac to boot too.
 
 
Breezier almost immediately blushed in response. “O...oh…*urp* hey there..” he said, as he finally stopped his stumbling, crouching down somewhat to get a better look at the gator.
 
 
“Now, what’s a fine looking otter like you doing so far out here by yourself…” the gator said as he rubbed at his gut a little. “Excuse the noise, I had quite a large dinner myself.”
 
 
“N...no *urp* that’s fine, really…” the otter said. “I don’t...don’t really know what I’m *urp* doing out here, honestly. Kinda blacked *urp* out…” the otter said. Normally, every neuron in his brain would be firing on all cylinders to get the hell out of this situation. But, his drunkenness, combined with his...enamoration for the gator’s gut, still gurgling and groaning.
 
 
“Heh. I can tell you like the gut.” the gator said, calling out Breezier on his blushiness. The gator naturally had better nighttime eyesight than Breezier, so he could definitely see whatever the otter was trying to hide from him...not that Breezier was very coordinated in his hiding of anything right now.
 
 
“M…*urp* maybe a little…” the otter responded, rather meekly, actually.
 
 
“Well, why don’t you get a closer look then…” the gator said, patting at his belly, other arm outstretched to the otter.
 
 
Breezier was quite eager at this point. He got down on his knees, getting closer to the churning gut, before putting an ear up against it. He could hear the churns and gurgles quite nicely...and feel the occasional pushes out on the gut from what (or whoever) was inside. Clearly, this was quite a new catch for the gator.
 
 
“Ooh…” the otter said as he rubbed his ear up against the gut, hearing all of its machinations in great detail. The gator, though, wanted Breezier to get a bit closer...so that arm that was originally outstretched to Breezier wrapped around his back, heaving the otter up onto the gator’s churning gut (no easy task!). The otter soon found himself on top of the gut, lengthwise, his legs running down the gator’s chest and brushing up against his tail (which was curled upwards a bit, so that the otter didn’t fall into the water or anything).
 
 
“Now, isn’t that better?” the gator said as Breezier laid on his gut, enjoying the churns and gurgles and occasional struggles beneath him. He rubbed at the gut a bit as he laid there, just relaxing for the moment.
 
 
“I...it’s pretty nice…” Breezier said, a bit shyly as the gator looked at him. Honestly, he was quite tired, and almost wanted to pass out at this point. But even piss-drunk Breezier knew that passing out left him totally at the mercy of this gator (although it certainly wasn’t present in his conscious right now). So he tried to stay awake, but it was quite hard. That churning gut just felt so nice…
 
 
“...You want to add to it, don’t you?” the gator asked suddenly. Even in Breezier’s drunken, suggestive state, that would have probably been a solid no from the otter...if not for the fact that the gator’s scales were starting to shimmer and shine in quite a lovely pattern. The color started out dull at first, but began to become quite vibrant, lighting up the night...especially his belly scales, which happened to be the ones Breezier currently had his face planted against.
 
 
The swirls and dancing patterns were quite lovely...but they were meant to be more than lovely. They caught the otter’s attention, cutting through the drunken stupor and reaching into his subconscious...starting to adjust his thoughts some more. Making him more receptive to suggestions, like the one that the gator had just offered…
 
 
“M…*urp* maybe…” Breezier said, squirming as the gator put one hand on his back, squishing him into the gut a little, pushing him even closer to the dancing patterns on his scales, still becoming more vibrant as time went by.
 
 
“Out with it, otter. I know you wanna be squished inside that gut, churn up inside of me, add to my figure…” the gator teased as he started to curl his tail up a tad, raising his body up just slightly, starting to slide that otter back towards his tail.
 
 
Breezier couldn’t even say anything at this point. He was just being enamored by that gut, and the scales, they captured his full attention. He was starting to slip into somewhat of a dream state...honestly, he didn’t even feel drunk at this point, just kind of loopy. Almost like he was high or something...he didn’t even notice as his body started to slide down ever-so-slightly.
 
 
“Well, truth be told, otter, as you can already tell, I’m quite full.” the gator said as he continued to raise his back, Breezier sliding down his chest at a bit more of an increased rate now, until with one big heave Breezier was knocked back, the otter squeaking as he thought he was going to fall into the lake before he lands against the gator’s curled tail, Breezier curling up against it as the rest of his body came along with him. His toes dangled weakly into the water as he looked at the gator, whose whole scaled body was glowing at this point. What Breezier noticed the most, though, was the gator’s cock, which was slowly poking up out of his crotch. He also noticed the gator’s sac, scaled like the rest of his body, and glowing too, albeit in a unique pattern from the rest of his body...it was quite enticing.
 
 
“So, pup…” the gator said as he looked into Breezier’s eyes, “I thought, instead of disappearing down this gullet, I could stuff you somewhere more...interesting.” the gator said as he started to stroke at his length a bit, the gator cock continuing to grow as Breezier’s eyes were drawn to the colorful sac. These things the gator was saying, they were starting to sound quite nice to Breezier...he was sure that this gator had the best for him in mind, that he’d be safe in his coils, or in his gut, or now in his sac...but still, some part of his brain fought against it, even through the drunken stupor and the hypnotic haze, there was still some part of his mind averse to this whole situation...but it was quickly losing ground in the ott’s mind.
 
 
“You like it, don’t you?” the gator teased as he clenched his sac slightly, the rippling motion in tandem with the color changing of the sac. “You want to slip down this length, become all mine, nothing but cock-fat…” the gator teased as the tip of his tail started to bend down, brushing against the otter’s head before it slowly started to snake down, tickling Breezier’s neck and shoulders before starting to coil, ever-so-slowly, around them…
 
 
“But first, I need to get you a bit closer…” the gator teased as his tail continued to wrap around Breezier. The otter initially struggled at the new sensation; but soon he was subdued, both physically by the gator’s tail as it slowly coiled around the rest of his body, and mentally, by the continued pseudohypnosis of the scales. Specifically the sac scales, which continued to shimmer in a unique fashion that caught the attention of the otter quite nicely, even when compared to the dancing patterns on the other scales. That long, scaly tail (still glowing with its own patterns) continued to coil down Breezier’s body, wrapped comfortably around the otter’s waist at this point, adjusting the otter’s position somewhat. He was now lying lengthwise, suspended in the air somewhat by the coils as they finished wrapping themselves along the otter’s legs, the tip of the gator’s tail waving around in the air while Breezier tried to get comfortable in the tail’s grasp.
 
 
With the otter sufficiently subdued inside the gator’s tail, the gator started to ever-so-slowly edge Breezier closer to his body, and specifically the dancing scales of his sac, which continued to softly clench as the otter was brought closer to the gator’s sac. The otter squirmed somewhat in the gator’s grasp, although he was quickly subdued by the tail, which tightened around him just enough to stop his struggles.
 
 
“How’s this for a view?” the gator teased as he felt Breezier’s snout rub up against his sac, the otter’s face being smushed up against the scales somewhat as the gator pushed him up against it. There was no distinct smell, outside of a vague musk given off by the gator, but the patterns continued to infiltrate their way into Breezier’s mind, steadily breaking down the otter’s primal defenses against predators, his will to live, to be his own self. The otter felt the sac clench softly around his snout, enveloping his nose in the scales, making the patterns move outside of what they were doing already.
 
 
“Give it up, pup…” the gator said as he continued to rub the otter against his sac, getting more into it now, pushing the ott’s whole face up against it now, even clenching somewhat harder. “I know you want to slide down this length…” he said as he slowly meandered the otter’s line of sight up to his throbbing cock, pushing the otter up against it teasingly before returning him to the dancing patterns of his scales. “...churn up inside of this sac…” he continued, with another teasing clench alongside him uttering the word “sac”, “...become nothing but cock-fat for me…Come on, out with it. I don’t have all day…” said the gator as he continued to grind Breezier’s face against his sac.
 
 
The scales’ dancing patterns had done quite a number on Breezier’s already-drunken mind. The inhibitions he had with the gator had been fully broken at this point - all he wanted right now was to slide down that throbbing length, fill out that sac that was clenching around his snout, become one with this sexy gator..
 
 
“Y...yes! I want...I want to go in there…” Breezier finally said, his voice somewhat muffled by the sac...but the gator knew exactly what he had said. What else would he say at this point? He was completely at the gator’s mercy, there was no way he’d have been able to say anything else in his current mental state. The gator slyly smiled before pulling the otter back from the sac, giving him one last close-up of the dancing patterns before he raised him to the “main event”, so to speak. It throbbed hungrily, almost snapping at the otter’s face as he was slowly brought closer to it.
 
 
“That’s all I needed to hear…” the gator said as he looked Breezier in the eyes, smiling again before he brought the otter closer...to his cock, that is. The otter’s nose hovered dangerously close to the throbbing cock, the cockslit almost rubbing up against Breezier’s nose before the gator spoke once again. “Squirm for me, cockfat~” he said before he plunged Breezier into his throbbing length, the gator moaning as he felt the otter’s nose slip through the cockslit, quickly followed by the rest of his snout, which popped in rather easily. What would be difficult for the gator to get around would be his head and shoulders…
 
 
Breezier’s face rubbed up against the cock as his snout was pushed inside. The flesh inside was quite wet and slick, and the faint smell of cum drifted up from somewhere below...he could still see, although most of his vision was taken up by the aforementioned cock, throbbing against his face as the cockslit slowly worked over more of his face, soon going over his eyes, turning the world a dull maroon, closing off another one of the otter’s senses from the world. He couldn’t see much inside the gator’s cock, but he didn’t really need to. He already understood where he was going at this point…
 
 
Another lewd groan came from the gator as he felt his cock flesh slowly expanding around the otter’s face...the lack of struggling from the ott, aside from the occasional push to keep comfortable, certainly made it easier to slurp the otter down. Soon the gator’s cock had fully wrapped itself around the ott’s head, plunging all of Breezier’s senses into a musky void of uncertainty. Soon the cock worked its way around the otter’s neck, holding tightly around it, almost cutting off the otter’s breath...not that he could breathe much, anyway. Luckily his breathing had already slowed quite a lot, or he would have some problems…
 
 
The gator thought he would have the most difficulty with the otter’s wide shoulders. It was still somewhat hard to work his cock around their breadth, but after being stretched out by the otter’s head, it was actually not that hard. Still immensely pleasurable, though, the gator moaning as he felt the otter’s wide shoulders stretch him out so nicely, Breezier wiggling somewhat as he felt the wet flesh expand around his body. Then, with a loud slurp, they slipped in, the otter up to his chest in the gator cock at this point.
 
 
Struggling became harder and harder as more and more of his body was slurped in...not like Breezier wanted to struggle at this point. His wiggling was more to pleasure the gator than anything...he was already quite enamoured with his new surroundings, taking in the musk that had teased him when he was being rubbed up against the gator’s sac, getting acquainted with his new home...the otter wiggled happily as he continued to slide down the gator’s cock, the flesh already expanding around his waist at this point, reducing his wigglings to weak kickings of his legs and some pleasurable feelings for the gator.
 
 
Speaking of the gator, he was currently leaning back against the beach, groaning as he stroked at his cock, feeling the bulge Breezier made as he slowly slid down the gator’s cock. Every squirm was a delight, only serving to pull the otter deeper and make the gator moan with every little movement. After the head and shoulders, it took almost no time at all for the otter to wiggle his way down the cock, only his cute little feet wiggling outside of the gator’s cock. All the gator had to do was extend out one clawed finger, pushing at the otter’s wiggling feet as the cock expanded around them, locking the otter completely inside of his shaft with a wet *sqlrch*!
 
 
“Aah..all mine now…” the gator moaned as he felt the otter sink deeper into his shaft, delighting in the feeling as he felt Breezier’s head pop out into his sac, the otter wiggling as he landed face-down in a pool of rich gator cum, which was sloshing around at the bottom of the gator’s sac. Breezier took a big breath as he popped out into the sac, the chamber quite spacious and aerated compared to the shaft….but it was still quite tight. The otter’s body filled it out quite nicely, making the sac stretch (and the scales as well) around Breezier’s form as he wiggled, trying to get somewhat comfortable inside the sac. The cum inside was already taking up quite a lot of space, and the sac was quickly filling with it as well…
 
 
Breezier could weakly hear the gator’s voice echo around him as his legs slipped into the chamber, leaving him fully locked inside the gator’s sac. First came a lewd, loud groan, then the gator’s rumbling, deep voice. “Mmph...usually I turn cute pups like you into cum, but I think my sac needs to be a bit fatter tonight…” he said as the sac clenched around Breezier again, this time more forcefully, the sac walls kneading into his body as he wiggled. The hypnosis was still mostly in effect at this point, Breezier’s thoughts filling with the idea of being churned up into nothing but cum and sac fat for the gator...it made him wiggle, just the idea...which, to the gator, was a distinct sensation among the otter’s other wiggles, and the feeling of his sac clenching up against the pup.
 
 
“Aah..I know you’re thinking about it, pup...churning up into muck, adding to this sac...god, you’ll make it so fucking fat…” the gator teased as he continued to clench around the otter, laughing heartily as he felt the otter wiggle in response to them. Breezier was finding it a bit harder to move out against the sac at this point, with the clenches picking up the pace slightly, tossing him around like the sloshy load of cum-muck that he was about to become. He still tried, though, rubbing at the sac walls as he tried to get some sort of purchase inside the scaled chamber.
 
 
“Ah, give it up, ott. You won’t have much time to get comfortable, anyway…” the gator teased as he continued to clench his sac around the wiggling bulge inside of it, occasionally venturing a hand down to his sac to jostle it around as well, feeling at the progress the otter had made in becoming gator cum.
 
 
Breezier’s wiggles were starting to become more wiggles of discomfort at this point, though. The sac clenches were getting more and more aggressive, and the churning cum in the gator’s sac was continuing to flood the chamber, almost up to his chin at this point. The clenching walls forced his face into the warm muck eventually, which stuck to his fur...worst of all was that he was starting to lose feeling in his submerged body, it becoming impossible to wiggle his toes or even to move his arms at this point. Truth was, the cum in the chamber was rising because the otter had been churned into it...at an alarming rate, as well. Truth also was that the otter was losing his grip on consciousness at this point...the musk of the chamber, the heat, the churning cum muck he was wallowing in...it was all too much for the ott at this point. He started to slip away as the cum in the chamber continued to rise…
 
 
The gator continued to clench his sac as Breezier churned away into the cum-muck currently sitting in the gator’s sac. He recognized that the otter had churned up, though, having felt the cute wiggles of the pup die down slowly. “There we go...nothing but muck now…” the gator teased as he reached a clawed hand down to his sac, kneading at it as he felt the otter melt away inside. “Now, time to add you to me…” the gator said as he gave his sac another clench. Inside the sac, the cum muck the otter made was steadily being absorbed into the sac itself, letting the sac slowly grow out - the scales growing along with it. All this time the gator smirked as he felt his sac expand slowly, feeling the balls expand, stretch out almost...he rarely did this, usually preferring to just shoot out his prey as a nice, hot gator load...but when he did it, it always felt great. Made it easier to capture larger and larger prey as well…
 
 
Speaking of prey, the gator felt his gut die down as well around the time Breezier was being churned into sac fat. And while having a cock meal always made him randy, having a nice, full, churning gut made him want to fall asleep...he wanted to jerk himself off, at least, the sensations of the otter wiggling down his cock having aroused him quite greatly...but it would be incredibly unlikely for another bar patron to wander down his way before he eventually dozed off. So, the gator did just that, falling asleep as he felt his sac and gut slowly grow with the fat of his two meals today. If some drunk fur did end up wandering down this way, they’d probably end up tripping over the fat gator, anyway, which would wake him up...and give him a fucktoy, as well. Maybe another meal afterwards. Sex always made him hungry, anyway...