The young fennec prince enjoyed the clear day, strolling the city of his ancestors... The dry wind rustling his large perky ears, but he felt a hint of moisture in the breeze. He looked in the direction that it was blowing from, and saw lushness. Those must be the banks of the river he thought to himself, and remembered an admonition from his parents to never get too close to the river - that there were perils lurking there waiting for something like a nice young fennec to come by. He huffed indignantly at the memory of those admonitions and warnings, and decided that now that he was an adult, he didn't have to listen to them anymore... and so, he set off into the thick underbrush that sprung up around the river.

It wasn't long before the path began to slope down - eroded from centuries of the river's passage - but finally he misstepped and slid down a short steep drop. He looked back up, but it was too steep to scale.

"What have we here?" a deep rich voice said and, startled, the fennec prince turned, looking left and right, wondering where the voice was coming from.

"Mmm... you look... simply delicious..." the voice said again, and then Jaspian realized it was coming from the water. The head of a crocodile floating on the ripples laughed, and then emerged from under it a thick scaly neck, wide shoulders, huge arms... Jaspian squeaked in panic and pressed back against the steep cliff wall, as if those extra few inches would make any difference. The croc laughed again and kept coming closer... now his belly emerged from the water... his waist... and a huge reptilian cock. The croc grunted and grinned at the fennec prince "My... aren't you a pretty one?" he asked and wrapped a large hand around his thick cock, showing it off to the fennec. "... and I've got a little problem that maybe you can help me with. You do a good job.... and maybe I'll let you go... maybe...."

Jaspian gulped.