Dear reader, this is a work of erotic adventure fiction, containing furry, anthropomorphic animals with human intelligence having sex with our human hero. If this isn't for you, then please read my other stories.
All characters, furry or otherwise, are over eighteen.
Hopefully, you know the background on Tom and the parallel world he has found himself in. This chapter takes us fishing with the Top Dog of the village, Captain Brown.
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Kitty shook Tom out of his half-slumbering state, pleased to see his morning wood.
"Come on, lazy head. No time for sex this morning, we have a lot to do and you're going fishing." He got up keen to greet this fresh day although as he pulled on his grubby clothes he could smell and identify each odour that matched each of the last few days' adventures.
"I'll see if we can get you some new clothes, Tom, but for now just get dressed and moving," Kitty said, wrinkling her nose up, laughing.
They both went downstairs, for Tom to find some of the best-smelling bacon baps he had ever smelt, and Brenda saying, "I understand this is what you humans like." He noticed Brenda smelled slightly different today. Not a generic dog smell, but a warm, unique scent. The three of them sat in the kitchen and wolfed down breakfast.
The human family arrived just as Tom finished laying their table. Oddly, this morning Tom could identify each one with their unique odour. Once again, the daughter, who smelled the sweetest, tried to catch Tom's eye. Her mother, who had a sour odour, was getting frustrated that her little son just would not sit, preferring to stare out the window at what was happening on the beach.
Tom, seeing the bright sunny morning outside, suggested to the family to have breakfast outside. The young son couldn't contain himself and ran out cheering into the garden surrounded by the low wall. The Mother didn't look happy, but then nothing seemed to make her happy. Father and daughter were enthusiastic, and both helped Tom take two small tables and four chairs out.
Hot tea and cereals calmed things down. The daughter wasn't as keen as her little brother to watch the fisherdogs and boats, but watched Tom instead. As Tom cleared their tables with an arm full of empty bowls, he felt a pinch on his bum. He spun around to catch the daughter blushing. Her parents, looking the other way, none the wiser, distracted by Captain Brown walking up and down, looking every part of being the Top Dog.
After they had finished the cooked portion of their breakfast, the father spoke to Tom.
"We've enjoyed the hospitality and have booked another night. What's the chance of maybe a fishing trip, just for me and the lad, nothing too long, just an hour?"
"Well, I'm off fishing myself with Captain Brown today, and I'll ask him what's possible," replied Tom.
Looking at his wife, Tom knew this wasn't her idea, but the little boy grinned like a Cheshire cat as he heard the conversation.
Tom cleared the table and returned inside the pub to find Kitty smiling sarcastically. "Well, you have gone and done it now. The humans posted a glowing report on our service, the pub and
its boisterous atmosphere
with the accommodation advertisers and have booked to stay again tonight. You'll need to pull some more magic out of that bag of yours."
Tom was dumbfounded. This was quite a turnaround after seeing the mother's judgemental temperament. With the family back upstairs, tables cleared, Tom carried all the furniture back inside and had a quick cup of tea with Kitty, finishing just as Kitty nodded to the clock ticking towards ten o'clock.
As Tom left, the family were also leaving for their day's walking, so he opened and held the gate for them, as they all made pleasantries in passing. The daughter hung back to be last out, but it was just to grab his crotch in passing. "Packing meat," she whispered with a wicked smile at him, following her parents.
On the beach, Captain Brown's boat was typical of all the other boats that had left the cove earlier in the morning. The boat was already two-thirds in the water, ready to launch, being held on a single rope by another dog on the beach. Tom got there and jumped aboard. The rope was released, and the boat slipped down into the ocean, freeing itself from the land.
Captain Brown reversed the boat as Tom watched the beach retreat away, whilst the human family stood on the grassy knoll by the bench with the little boy waving. Tom waved back and then turned to see Captain Brown also waving from the cabin with a smile.
So maybe he wasn't all bad!
. Captain Brown spun the boat around and the little boat headed out to sea, bobbing along on the calm water.
Tom stood by the little wheelhouse next to Captain Bob, who was now puffing on a pipe.
"Thanks for being prompt, Tom, lad. Do you know which house is mine?" Captain Brown said, waving his pipe end around the cove on either side of them.
"No, Captain Brown," said Tom.
How could he know?
Although he could see Sarah's cottage to the right of them on the cliff, with Sarah outside already sunning herself.
"Just Captain will be okay whilst you are on my boat. That house up there is mine." He pointed with the end of his pipe up to a big house on the left side of the cove, higher up on a hill above the cliffs.
"Do you know why I live there Tom?" He asked but answered his own question. "It's because I can see anything that comes around the cliff path opposite from Church Cove."
Tom gulped, thinking he knew what could be coming next.
"That's my good bitch wife waving from the top window," Captain Brown said as he waved back. Tom could see her clearly and also nervously waved.
"When I am at sea, she keeps a lookout after storms from that window. Yesterday morning she saw you walking along the cliff path, stop and talk to Sarah then enter her cottage... I'll cut to the chase. I know you didn't come through our world's Church Cove, which means you've come here from a parallel world and to date that has only brought danger to my village."
The Captain looked directly at Tom. "If Sarah hadn't come out that afternoon to sunbathe, you would have been met by a pack of us dogs and this would then be a very different boat trip. You have won Sarah, and Kitty over, and they must have some trust in you, although I am disappointed in Kitty lying to cover for you."
Tom felt sick, but not from being at sea, as Captain Brown continued.
Captain Brown became serious and looked Tom straight in the eye. "Last night you put up a convincing act and I tip my hat to you. Now, I can help you. I can predict when another storm will occur for you to return to your homeworld. You would only have to take a walk, stop in the right spot and be transported back to your world."
Tom's mind span, running through every scenario's he could think of, digging deep into his sci-fi book and film knowledge. He weighed up the options and risks to give his answer, knowing that his future hung on it. Knowing that if this was one parallel world, then there would be others. Tom didn't feel confident that they could predict which world he would return to, even if they could predict the event, which carried an extreme risk.
"No. Even if you could guarantee that I could return to the correct parallel world. I don't want to go, because I like it here. Last night I felt I belonged. I love Sarah and Kitty and I even like you, Brenda, the fisherdogs and the feel of the village. I have nothing left to go back to, no job, no girlfriend, no house, nothing."
"Haha, I am so glad you have said that, Tom. We've been watching you like hawks. You're still on thin ice, mind you, but for now, you can stay. Stay here that is, no wandering off away from the cove, not just yet." Captain Brown confirmed.
"Thanks, I appreciate that... So how does this transporting between parallel worlds works? Especially as you can predict them." Asked Tom.
"Well, it's embarrassing really. We travel globally using teleportation by bending space, not the dated de-constructing and re-constructing bodies at a cellular level. Well, in the early days there were mistakes made."
"The teleportation research station nearby cut corners, and these accidental portals resulted from a lack of understanding and control. Now strict rules control the operation of teleportation stations and no new conduits are permissible without worldwide agreement."
"We think these portals not only cross worlds but time as well. When these accidents happened history changed. Records showed events no one could recollect during living history, so we knew these weren't in our original timeline. Maps and signposts changed the village's name almost overnight to Dogwatch Cove, as if by magic."
"Aha, I do know it isn't called Cadgwith Cove anymore," Said Tom.
"No, how do you know that?"
"Because that's its name in my world."
The Captain continued to navigate the boat out of the cove as he explained further.
"We also know that landmasses aren't the same between worlds. Some portals appear over the sea, depositing travellers in the water. Some travellers aren't mammals like us. The Merpeople also keep a vigil on the cliffs and in the past have seen lizard-like creatures deposited in the sea. Thankfully, the last record of this was hundreds of years ago."
"Unfortunately, none of these travellers are like you. Some have been quite violent in the past. Luckily, in those early days, they had some sense to stop the portals from transferring metallic objects. These rogue portals are ripples from those first mistakes, caught in a feedback loop, so maintain that fail-safe. One violent traveller was wearing some form of a military uniform with locations for weapons on his person."
"Ah, so that's why my phone and watch didn't come with me."
The Captain nodded and let all that information sink in. Pleased that Tom wasn't panicking, and seemed to take it in his stride. Although Tom was still nervous and thought he had better get it all out in the open.
"So what happens to the poor souls that have come through the portals and end up taking a fishing trip with you? Do you really feed them to the Mermaids?"
Captain Brown gave a deep, barking laugh. "That old wives' tale? No, of course not. How barbaric do you think we are? I take them along the coast to the corporation sanatorium, although I haven't done that trip in years. They don't live long, even when surrounded by human doctors and nurses; they just can't cope with the initial travel. You're a lucky one, as you're not exhibiting any of the usual signs of lunacy!"
