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Forgoing the in medias res format of most of my blogs for a bit of an upfront warning. In the past I've done my best to omit details so that these don't come off as so lurid. Let me tell you how hard that was in my last entry sometime, dear readers. However, it is the nature of this next Predscape that I cannot do that. My employers have assured me that this post will be going up on the adult-only side of the site, so I'm free to go into explicit sexual detail.

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It's my first day on Jack's houseboat. Not his material one, of course, but the one inside. I am told it is a one-to-one replication, however due to my means of arrival I have not witnessed the real one for myself. I wake in a bed upstairs, fully naked. Nudity is common within predators prolific enough to have a real concrete predscape, but in this case it felt a bit more... purposeful.

This feeling continues as I exit the bedroom onto a mezzanine to find the whole interior of the building filled with naked men. Many are kissing each other, others are getting quite handsy and groping at one another, but the most striking is how anywhere you looked, there was at least one couple or trio engaged in outright sexual acts. In these groupings, it seemed like the dominant party was always a larger otter, regardless of who else was involved. All the otters I can see have similar coloration to our host, in fact.

A slender, effeminate stag waves me over. His antlers have dropped, adding his girly look.

I carefully walk through the narrow balcony overlooking the broader debauchery downstairs, avoiding bumping into any of the paired couples up here. Just before I get to my goal, I must get past a pair of colorful striped stocking-clad legs hanging out between the rear cheeks of a very muscular otter, being clenched out of sight. I stop for a moment, admiring the view with a blush and not an insubstantial reaction in my exposed sheath. The paws are canine with grey fur, blue paw pads and the exposed toes have had their claws painted pink.

The deer clears his throat and gently takes me by the wrist, taking me into another bedroom.

Blushing deeper, I follow, peeking back to get a glimpse of the muscular otter's tail being used to press the colorful paws out of sight. I turn my attention back to the feminine stag.

"Daddy told me a correspondent was coming to visit last night. You him?" The deer asks.

I perk up at this. "Ah yes. I do a travel blog of... uh... predators, for my employer's website." I explain.

"I'm James." The cervine offers his hand and I accept it, returning with my own name. "I figure since Daddy told me you were coming he'd like me to help you get your bearings."

I tell James that I'm fairly used to the general rules of Predscapes, but every one has its more specifics that are different. "For instance, does Jack dive in to be with you all in here?"

James nods. "Only when he's asleep. I heard that for some of the lower libido boys in here he'll set up a movie and pass out in front of it to share it with them."

That thought gets a laugh out of me. "Interesting... just any sleep at all? I ask because a bear I met a while back could only enter the predscape while in hibernation..."

The deer shrugs. "I think it's a dreamstate... but I can't be sure." He sits onto the bed. "But every night, Jack's here, spending as much time as he can with his boys, often taking one-on-one time."

"Does Jack experience poor sleep because of this?" I ask, concerned.

James chuckles, rolling a bit on the bed as he pulls his shin towards his tum to cross his leg above the knee. "Just because you have active dreams doesn't mean you don't get your rest."

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I met Jack at a bar. We agreed upon a location away from his home because he said that leaving a rental car parked at his house for a week would be difficult. The middle-aged otter arrived wearing a tartan kilt, complete with leather sporran, as well as a loose black shirt that had an open neck, the laces left untied to give a view of the cleft between his ample pectorals. The loose fabric was tucked into the belt of the pleated plaid, accentuating the size of the lutra's body.

"So, Trixie, am I all that you expected?" He opened with a winning smile as he arrived at the booth I had set up in.

A blush overtook my face. "Wh-who told you that?"

Jack carefully sat down across from me, his belly noticeably deforming against the table. "I did my research before agreeing to this 'in depth' profile." He winked at his euphemism and playfully rested an elbow on the table to cut off his expression from the rest of the bar, only focusing on me. "After all, I won't just let anyone be my boy... or girl?" His voice was teasing enough that I was left fidgeting in my seat. I was sure that my whole face had turned to pink with black spots.

Relenting with a laugh, the large otter lowered his large webbed hand to the center of the table, palm-down. "Your employer did send along a dossier.... But there are also some lovely videos online..." His grin returned.

I buried my head in my hands with an embarrassed groan. I only looked up when his velvety paw pad lightly coaxed my chin up to point my face towards his own. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to do..."

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I cry out as I'm brought to about my fifth orgasm of this current round of sex with a burly otter. I hadn't asked his name, and he hadn't offered it... he had offered to take me and relieve some of my need, however, and I accepted that.

I give the handsome lutra a kiss, before pulling myself free of his seemingly eternally throbbing erection. I tremble a bit at the weight in my middle from the filling I've gotten, standing from the ottoman to stretch my arms over my head. I turn and give the handsome male a friendly wave before making my way back through the crowd.

At this point, it's been days since I arrived. Every Predscape I go to, the better I adjust to the fact that nothing is truly material within one. Everything is real, yes, but it's... spiritual. You only grow tired emotionally, never physically. Food is eaten for the pleasure of eating rather than sustenance. And you can be brought to mind-blowing orgasm eighteen times in nineteen minutes and have none of the ache associated with repeated physical arousal. Still, there is a pleasant fatigue to afterglow, but that only lasts as long as you want it to.

I step onto the veranda surrounding the bottom floor of the houseboat. On one side is the broad, warm, slow-moving river. On the other is the wall of the floating building. And along the path behind the rail are more boys having the time of their lives just constantly taking in each other's pleasure.

I lean over the rail and look back and forth, wondering how long it goes. This is my first time actually venturing outside of the pleasure palace that is the center of this Predscape.

From the water in front of me surfaces a handsome otter with a distinguished swimmer's build, the 'wings' of his lats highly developed by the breast stroke. "Thinkin' of going downriver? I can take you anywhere you need to go."

"How?" I look around for a boat.

The otter playfully opens his mouth and points in.

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"So, how would you like to head back to the houseboat?" Jack asked me after some time talking. "Tartan or carseat?" His smile grew broader as I asked him what 'tartan' means in this context. "Behind the sporran." He elucidated with a wink.

That got another blush and a squirm out of me. I looked around the bar to see if any other patrons were looking our way.

"We will do this in the bathroom, Trixie, no need to worry about putting on a show." Jack rumbled playfully, only just able to be heard.

I cleared my throat and made it clear that I have a set time limit for my stay in predscapes per my employer.

"Oh, I know. That's why I was so insistent on the meeting date." The lutra sat back a bit, leaning both elbows on the table. When I asked why that was, he leaned even closer than before, his arms pressing down against his chest as his gut squished into the edge of the table firmly. "I only reform my prey at scheduled times. All at once. I make a celebration out of it I call the Renewal. The next is in one week."

Blushing deeply, I told him that I would be honored to attend.

"Oh, you will." He pressed himself up from the table and offered me a hand to help me out of the booth myself.

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After an unknown amount of time riding in the handsome swimmer's belly, I feel his stomach clench down. Squeezed like a tube of toothpaste, I am disgorged into the water immediately next to the river bank.

Blushing softly, I dunk myself a bit to get rid of any residual stomach juices, I wipe my eyes clear of water to find the broad-shouldered male grinning at me winningly.

"When you need a ride back, we can try another 'passenger compartment'. Alright?" He winks and submerges with nary a ripple, leaving me alone.

I step up the bank of the river until I am fully out of the water. As I look around, I feel the weight and sensation of wetness in my fur diminishing. When I look, I am dry once again. With that sorted, I turn my attention to the small house that I've been let off at.

It's done up in an old-fashioned style, well-kept and comfortable. There's a small stoop leading up the porch to the front door. When I arrive there, I knock on the wood, feeling the pleasant feedback in the resonant sound.

A pudgy otter unlike any of the others I'd seen so far here answers the door. His fur is far more distinct in color blocks than the smooth transitions in the others' fur, with a cream rather than tan underside, and caramel colored dorsal fur. His hair is chocolate brown, a bit closer to the body color of the other otters', and he has a downward facing chevron pattern of the same brown on his chest. He is surprised, as if he's been expecting someone else. "Oh. Hello."

I explain who I am and why I'm here, and he nods. "Oh, well, c-come in. I'm Sean. We can t-talk while I wait for my big brother." He stammers a little bit, his stance is rather closed and awkward as he steps aside to let me in.

The house inside is fairly cluttered, filled with little things that apparently have emotional importance. Across from the couch, which is covered in pillows and blankets, is a television playing an old fantasy movie with the sound down. It takes me a few moments to realize the subtitles aren't that of the action on screen, but for the audio commentary track that is playing.

Sean sits down on the couch next to a TV tray that has a laptop set up on it. When I ask if he minds if I sit on the couch too, he shakes his head and gestures to the other side. He pauses, then reaches out to grab a pillow and the mess of blankets to tug them out of the way for me. Once I move to sit, he turns his attention to the laptop, poking at the keyboard a bit and grinding the side of his thumb along the trackpad.

I ask about the movie he's got on.

He perks, and takes a moment finishing what he's typing before tapping enter and turning to face me. "Oh, replaying things that I've seen before is soothing to me... I'm dealing with a bit of... frankly self-inflicted stress right now."

Concerned about what could be stressful in this hedonistic place, I ask him if he'd mind explaining.

Sean turns the laptop so that I can see the screen. Across multiple instant messengers, there's at least a dozen flashing notifications of people trying to get his attention. "A few days ago, Daddy hooked up to the internet. Like... The real internet, we get the internet now in here." The stammer diminishes as he speaks faster. "Before, we kept up with the outside world with social media, you'd make the posts or replies you wanted to put out there, and Daddy would log into our accounts and make them for us, before telling us what our mentions were the next night... That kept most of the people I used to talk to on the regular content that I was okay but... I decided to reconnect."

The portly otter swallows, turning the laptop back towards himself. "I've been living in here seven years. All that time without having real-time contact with anyone... and they all want to talk about everything all at once."

I pause my train of thought about the logistics of metaphysical internet connection. Seven years. Six scheduled Renewals a year. "You mean, every Renewal..."

Sean blushes. "I think I'm one of the first to dive back into Daddy every single time."

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Jack opened the door to the handicapped stall in the men's room at the bar, holding himself like a gentleman. He paused at my expression and turned to see just how unclean the inside of the stall was. With a sigh the otter closed the door again, giving my hand a squeeze. He raised his now free hand and snapped his fingers. Suddenly the sound of torrential rainfall filled the bathroom.

When I looked down, I saw that it was indeed pouring inside the stall. A constant, steady flow of runoff crept across the floor to the drain, taking all the filth with it. Once the water ran clean, Jack gestured into the air like the order to cut the power on a job site. The rain stopped. He smirked and looked at me, enjoying the gawk I am sure I had on my face, before holding out one finger and twirling it upward.

The howling of wind came from inside the stall, shaking the door on its hinge. After a few more moments, the powerful otter brought his fingers together, and that too stopped. Lowering his hand to the handle, he pressed the door open again, revealing the stall spotless and dry. He stepped inside, using his hand on mine to guide me along. "I've always been good at miniaturized weather systems."

Despite the reason we went into the bathroom, we spent quite some time talking about magic in the stall... but that soon ended as I was in his arms, kissing him deeply and being kissed deeper in return.

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"Anyway... there were a lot of people I left behind when I accepted Daddy's offer for the first time..." Sean explains. "Not like... face to face. All over the world. Which is why I thought it was okay just going to social media... all the messengers I was on back then are defunct anyway."

I nod. "All that unexpected emotional burden hitting you at once..."

The chocolate-haired lutra nods, before placing his paws on his keyboard and typing at what must have been 45 words per minute or higher. "Good thing my damn carpal tunnel can't hurt me in here." Sean commented wryly.

That gets a laugh out of me, the mood raised. "So, Sean... how much time do you spend at the houseboat?"

The otter finishes up what he's typing and hits enter. "Oh... uh..." He took a moment thinking, eyes getting a far-off look. "Maybe, all together a couple months? Daddy comes directly to my house when he comes to see me at night."

I ask him if he gets lonely, living here alone... well, if he did get lonely before the internet thing happened.

Sean shakes his head. "I used to, but then some of the big brothers started coming to check in on me. These days one comes to hang out for a while every day, but they're also careful not to overwhelm me."

I nod and agree that the houseboat would be quite a lot to handle for an introvert.

"There's plenty of others like me who live away from it like this." The chubby otter nods. "And there's plenty of activities available too. There's little shops for those who like shopping, restaurants and cafes for food and hanging out in a casual environment, a gym for those who just enjoy the social parts of exercise..."

I ask him if he was expecting his big brother when I arrived.

Sean blushes, going to speak, when there is another knock at the door. He sat up straighter, facing towards the door in his seat. "Come in!"

An otter who could have been Jack 20 years younger enters the room. Same build, same look, but his hair is blonde, looking like it's that way from spending so much time in the sun. The naked, burly lutra struts with the confidence of a man with a dick that can reach his navel even at the size of gut he carries. This is clear as it occasionally slaps up against his belly button as he walks.

I'm blushing at this handsome intruder by the time I realize that Sean is telling him who I am and why I'm here. I offer a bashful wave.

The newcomer seems a bit confused, but shrugs and smiles, turning his gaze to the smaller otter. "So, did you decide on something to watch together?"

Judging from the powerful male's near-erection, I wonder if that's all he does with Sean.

"Oh! We have internet! We can stream anything!" Sean turns his attention to his laptop and opens a browser window. "I wonder if I'm still subscribed to any services..."

"So... I've heard the term 'big brother' get thrown around a lot." I ask the muscular male. "Always towards otters with your fur coloration... what is a big brother?"

While he listens to my question, he looks over the screen of Sean's laptop. "Gimme a sec." He plucks up the laptop and flops down firmly into the middle of the couch, sending it shaking. Even though he hunt-and-pecks his way across the keyboard, he types very quickly into one of the messenger windows. 'Things are getting too busy, I need to take a break from messengers, talk to you soon!'

Sean stares on as the larger lutra copies that text and then methodically pastes it into every single flashing messenger window, hitting 'enter' between to send each message off. The smaller otter lets out a weak sigh of relief as he realizes what that did for him, and leans against the muscular arm of the big brother. "Thanks Circ..."

"No prob, sweetie." The big guy kisses the chubby otter on the forehead.

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The kiss deepened further, nearly to the point where I thought that I would be taking the more standard route into the big otter. His large hands groped over my hips, appraising their curve, as the rumble in his chest resonated through me, sending tingles from the tip of my tail to the crown of my head.

Jack gently parted the kiss, squeezing my rump through my snug jeans. "Trixie is a very good girl~"

I whined and couldn't stop myself wagging at the praise. "I-is this the part where I call you Daddy?"

The powerful lutra smiled and nodded. "Are you ready to be mine~?"

"Yes, Daddy." I murmured dreamily. "H-how do you want to do this?"

Jack gently released my hips, planting a light peck on my lips to contrast the deeper kiss. "Strip, then kneel, Trixie."

I trembled, but obeyed. I carefully folded my clothes and set them down before kneeling onto them, some padding to protect my knees from the tile floor.

The massive otter took a step closer to my kneeling body. At our height difference, I realize that when my hips meet my ankles, my snout is just at the level of the bottom of his kilt. Blushing still, I lean forward and peek up and in.

Not only was Jack going commando to our meeting, but his semi-hard erection was hardly an inch away from being visible from any angle. The girth stared back at me, puckered prepuce at the tip pulling back as it visibly swelled until it rested on the tip of my snout.

I bashfully pulled back to sit up a bit more, but the shaft's growth meant it followed me, pushing the fabric up and away to give itself more room.

The lutra stroked the side of his shaft as his foreskin pulled the rest of the way back and the meatus gaped with every pulse of his maleness. "In you come, Trixie~"

I panted heavily, staring into the darkness of his urethra. "Yes, Daddy..."

Jack pressed his hips forward, and all at once my entire head was wrapped in his warmth. The flesh rippled and flexed, pulling me up onto my knees as my shoulders were overtaken. The powerful shaft was clearly hungry, pinning my arms to my sides as the insides rippled in phallic peristalsis.

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Circ has eased his arm and tail around Sean, squeezing the smaller otter close as he addresses me. "See, big brothers are what we call Daddy's boys who wanted to stay, be more like Daddy and..." He chuckles a bit and nuzzles into the confectionary lutra's hair. "...are low maintenance enough to help take care of everyone."

Sean huffs, blushing deeply.

"You know you love when I do your 'maintenance', Sean~" The larger otter rumbles playfully, squeezing the chubby male into the side of his big belly with his strong arm.

Still blushing, the little lutra rests his head on the side of one of Circ's pecs, fingers starting to stroke through the larger male's smooth fur. "Yeah..."

"I was a housecat smaller than Sean is when Daddy made me his." Circ continues. "He doesn't take many otters, most of the ones you find in here are big brothers. Daddy can only be with one of us boys at a time, and he's only around overnight."

I nod in understanding, and shift my gaze to the bashful natural otter. "Nothing to be ashamed of, everyone has different emotional needs."

Sean squeezes close to Circ, his rudder creeping into view curled against the larger lutra's own. "I know... Do you have what you need for your article?"

I nod and stand away. It is clear the two mustelids are going to be busy with each other for a while, even if they are starting out with a chaste cuddle. "I'll see you two at the Renewal, then I'm off to my next job. Boss wouldn't like me getting stuck in here all winter." I can't hide the slight whine in my voice at admitting that and leave the small house shortly after.

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Finally, my legs joined me in the snug, musky sac. Unlike stomachs, the inside of a predator's balls is significantly different. Digestive enzymes are replaced with hot, viscous seed, for one. For another, some have modified their bodies to not have testicles inside, at least from the perspective of prey. A magical arrangement to be sure, and it was the one I found myself in in Jack.

I felt him bend over to pick up my things, and distantly I heard him taking a few deep breaths. As he did so, the weight of his carnivorous cock settled into the cleft of his scrotum, directly against my side. "Alright... all stowed away, Trixie." The massive otter rumbled to me. "Just stay still and no one will be the wiser."

I blushed deeply... he was just going to walk right out of the bar with me swinging freely behind the plaid of his kilt. I fidgeted a little bit, before remembering myself and doing my best to settle down. I redirected my energy to lightly moving my fingers back and forth in the pool of seed, feeling the thick, churning cream curl around my fingers.

Every step he took caused me to sway, but it wasn't nearly as shocking as I expected to be with the movement of his thick thighs. Distantly I could hear him settling our tab with the bartender, who was none the wiser as to where that feminine dalmatian had gone while he and the big otter had gone into the bathroom together. Then Jack walked out of the bar.

I kinda zoned out until the swaying gave way to a different motion. It took me pressing into a floor and the front of a seat to realize that Jack had gotten into his car, and I was resting between the driver's seat and the pedals.

"It's a bit of a drive home, so feel free to doze off on the way, Trixie." Jack rumbled warmly, his scrotum squeezing on me affectionately, but also not unlike the inside of a stomach.

I wondered if I'd be solid at all by the time we got to his house... part of me thought he'd just stand up out of the car to find I was nothing but his heavy cream that I was bathing in... The vibrations of the car drove these thoughts and my arousal, until I passed out in euphoric relaxation.

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It's the last night before Renewal. Many people who I've never seen at the houseboat have piled in, making it even more crowded than usual. Standing on the mezzanine, I can see that the furnature in the living room below has been mostly removed and replaced with padding. Of course said padding is mostly obscured by writhing bodies. At the center, as if wanting to be viewed from above, lies Jack. The middle aged otter has a chubby dog's rump in his face, eating him out in a way that renders the pup trembling uncontrollably.

As I watch, his jaws part as the lutra goes from eating ass to eating the black canine ass-first. A glance below shows that Jack's body iss well distended with other boys he's eaten amongst the festivities, and a pair of murine feet and a length of ropy tail sinking into his shaft directs one to see his balls are also packed to the brim with writhing bodies.

The dog's feet and head sink out of view, eclipsed by lutrine jaws and Jack swallowed firmly, the bulge in his throat descending. He reaches out and gropes an effeminate big brother affectionately, speaking words that I can't hear over all the moaning.

The big brother nods and slips out of the pile of moaning bodies, soon to be replaced by others wanting to spend time with Daddy.

I watch on until that same otter approaches me from the side. "Trixie, Daddy wants you to know that after he wakes up, it'll be time for the Renewal, so you should get ready."

I perk. I am behind on my note-taking at this point. "Thank you, that's very considerate of him."

"And if you need some back support while you write notes..." The feminine big brother trails a paw down his lutrilinian curves, drawing attention to the fact that he is still quite erect and, in fact, rivalls Daddy in that arena.

I blush and say that if I can't think I'll ask him to stop.

"Of course." He guides me to one of the bedrooms. I've found in my stay that the bedrooms inside the houseboat keep contents 'stored' for those who don't have more permanent residences on the riverside. Indeed, the room that the taller lutra draws me into has my notes and laptop all set up. He sits down on the bed in amongst them, about where I'd sit, and pats his thighs welcomingly. Jutting forth from among it all is his arousal.

Blushing, I get onto the bed myself and carefully straddle, feeling his fingers coaxing my hips to line up. Then I sit. I'm a mess by the time I'm properly in his lap, but true to his word, he just holds me in place, letting me do my best to get my work done.

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I'm nearly completed compiling everything I need for this when the world suddenly goes dark and the warmth of the big brother cockwarming inside me vanishes.

It's a shock when I find myself in the water, surfacing quickly. I gasp for air, shuddering, and find myself surrounded by everyone I'd been seeing around the houseboat, big brother and boy alike. A splash sounds nearby, and I am drawn to look towards the dawn.

Jack is kneeling, his shaft before him over the water, and every second another gush of his seed arcs out into the river. I'll have to ask him how to get at my notes later, but at the moment, I find myself transfixed by the virility on display by this older man, as he performs his Renewal.