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This is the belated Thursday Prompt: http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/1218202/ I completed over my out-of-town fortnight. The theme was painting.

My inspiration for this story came from the frustration surrounding a blocked, creative mind. I chose the otter because some aboriginal peoples looked to the otter for finding inner treasures or talents and gaining wisdom. Its appearance points to a need to enjoy life rather than just endure it. They are said to bring happiness and guidance in uncovering talents.

One more thing: This is still in its rough stages. If anything doesn't make sense, sounds off, or whatever errors happen to catch your eye, let me know so it can be fixed. Anything that really worked for you would be helpful, too.

As long as all comments are given with respect, it's all good.

Thanks for reading.

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Gouache flew from Diedra's brush, but the strokes were all wrong; the paint wouldn't work magic like it used to. She'd tried to put artwork together for months, but every attempt produced the same results.

Diedra was a hack - she had to be - what sort of artist loses their skill in every familiar medium. She had failed at the only gifts she'd ever possessed. It made her wonder if she ever had any talent at all.

Still, she continued to paint, ignoring the tears that coursed down her cheeks, or the hideous images that emerged from her desperate attempts. Where had her muse gone? Had she done something to drive him away? She felt so dismal, but even that emotion wasn't apparent on the canvas, just smears of pricey paint.

Determination kept her hand moving, but it didn't matter. In a fit, she threw her paintbrush from her and sunk to the floor. On crossed legs she sat, clutching her head while she sobbed. When it was over, she remained in that position.

"Well that was useless," she said to herself, referring not only to the painting but crying, as well. Diedra spread her fingers apart, and stared at her painting beyond a curtain of her sandy curls.

"Fine, be that way," she shouted at the silent specter who always listened, and turned her back on the ruined canvas. "I can ignore you too."

After retrieving the discarded brush, Diedra gathered her equipment, and tidied up - refusing to let her eyes drift to the spoiled fruits of her labor. Instead, she kept her sight on keeping her hands preoccupied.

What made her think she needed a muse for art? Just because every great creator spoke of one, doesn't mean she should be bound by them. If she put her mind to it, she could overcome anything. Annoyed by her own enthusiasm, she turned out the lights and went to bed, leaving the defiled painting alone in the dark.

In her room, she pealed out of her worn, paint-stained clothes, and left them in a heap before crawling into bed. "I don't need a muse," she grumbled while she fluffed her pillows, "They're too fickle anyway."

Diedra clicked off her light, and yanked the covers to her chin. "I don't care, I'll figure this out without you." Now awake in the dark the defeating thoughts that plagued her could continue their torment unhindered by the distractions of daytime senses. It went on for hours, but eventually sleep remembered to visit, sending her into black, empty dreams.

Sooner than she'd care for, her eyes fluttered open. The room now washed in the blueish-black shadows of night, with the white light of the moon melding with the yellow of her neighbor's streetlamp. Everything seemed quiet, so what had woken her?

For a few moments, Diedra lay awake and listened for anything unfamiliar. When her eyes began to flutter closed, she heard a voice.

"You'll take care of this yourself, will you?"

Diedra's heart began to patter, and the rush snapped her eyes open. She threw herself upright, and stared at a shadowed form in the corner of her room.

"You think it's that easy?" The voice slipped a foot into the moonlight. A glint off the soft fur there caught Diedra in the eyes.

She cast her gaze away from her intruder while his form stepped from the darkness to block the glow from beyond the window. The heavy beat of her heart throbbed in her ears; she knew why he'd come. But she tried to keep her excitement in the back of her mind, regardless of how much she swelled with it.

"I do think it'll be easy." Diedra counted on her frustration to keep her emotions under control. "Dealing with you has been hard enough."

"Me? I'm not difficult at all." The slyness in his voice told her he was teasing and his attitude helped fuel her.

"Cody, I'm tired of you coming and going as you please." Her eyes adjusted to the room after his shadowed form closed the curtains. "I have a life to live - I need to be able to feed myself."

"What makes you think that has anything to do with me?" His tone was so carefree - so arrogant. She watched him saunter toward the bed where he sat by her feet. "I'm only here to help." He tugged at the covers.

Enraged at him, she gripped her blankets to her naked form. "You think you can come here and inspire me whenever you want?"

The black shape that was Cody nodded, "I don't care for your measurements of time. They annoy me."

"You annoy me."

He laughed, and as much as she hated it, she'd missed the sound. "So what're you going to do about it?"

Diedra had been waiting for him to ask. She sprang from the bed and threw herself on top of her trespasser, pinning him to the floor. "I'm taking control."

Her muse looked at her, his face in the gentle form of an otter. His entire body covered in the soft fur of the brown water creature. "I won't make it easy." He pulled his arms free, and flipped her onto her back, trapping her beneath him.

She grinned when she noticed the swell of his member against her. "You never do." He teased her moist sex with the head of his cock, but she'd prepared herself for whatever Cody might try. "I won't just roll over for you, either." When she snapped her arms free of his grip, she slammed him against the foot of her bed.

Cody's eyes were wide in shock. The look said it all. She'd always been so compliant before, always waiting for him to appear and show her what she needed to create - but not this time.

"I'm tired of you using me whenever you want." Diedra pressed her face to his, her lips close but beyond his reach. "I refuse to wait idly by for you to bestow on me, your seed of creation."

"That's the way it is." His voice was soft, almost worried.

"Bullshit!" She squeezed his arms tight. "It's only so, because that's how you want it. Well I've had enough." She rubbed her wet lips over his still firm sex. "I'll take your inspiration whenever I want it." With a quick motion of her hips, she slammed her cunny around his cock.

A loud moan escaped them both, and before Diedra was aware, Cody had flipped her underneath him once again. He pulled out, and slid in, pulsing his dick as he did so. "I'm the muse here, I'll come when I feel like it." He slid his thick length from her, only to slam it back in. It pleased her when his moan accompanied hers. "I'll give you my seed when I'm good and ready."

Diedra pushed against him, but he continued to thrust. When she jabbed him in the side, he yelped, and she shoved him over.

Back on top, she bucked her hips, delighted by the feel of his dick against her walls. He countered by cupping her bare breasts in his furred hands, which sent a flash of goose-bumps across her flesh. When he sat up to hold her, she pushed him down, pressing her nakedness to him while she kept her hips rocking.

"I don't have time to wait for you anymore," she whispered at his ear.

Cody grunted, his face tight. "I can't stay forever."

"Yes you will." Diedra squeezed his cock with her muscles, enticing an orgasm as she began to bounce.

She needed to get him to climax first; he needed to give his gifts of her will, not his. Diedra wanted him to know that without her, he was just as useless as she was without him. No one else could create the way she did; he came to her for that reason, just like all muses. So she continued to bob like a sexy, naked spring with her hands in her hair while she moaned.

Cody's gentle touch traversed her, the webbing between his otter-shaped hands created a glove of velveteen sensations over her back and buttocks. At the same time, he teased her with his tail, trailing his silken hair along her legs and thighs.

All the attention sent excited shivers through her, and she bit her lip hard. The shock and tang from the cut reminded Diedra of the task beneath her, so she leaned forward until her breasts were in his face. Her reward of moans and kisses as she continued to slide her slick sex over his, made her smile in delight.

It all backfired when she realized Cody wore a form with whiskers. The gentle traces from those bristly hairs against her sensitive skin sent a wild fire through her that she could only find relief from when she pushed herself up again.

Without hesitation, Cody returned his paws to her bouncing bosom. He thumbed her nipples with the soft pads on his thumbs, and Diedra squealed in delight as a sharp spark traveled up through her jaw into her tongue. It sent her salivating like a needy animal. She couldn't contain herself, it all felt so wonderful, but she needed to remain in control. Her impulses shoved Cody's hands to his sides.

Diedra regretted that decision almost instantly, as Cody slid his paws along her thighs and headed strait for her clit. He thumbed her nub while a wide grin lined his furred face. The rapid motions sent intense jolts throughout her. She started to lose herself to the pleasure of their lovemaking. The flicking would soon overpower her.

In a flash of panicked inspiration, she reached back and rubbed Cody's sack while she bounced. He groaned his pleasure, and Diedra continued with an excited grin. Her strokes urged his come, forcing his attention at her clit to waver.

Still reveling in the filling sensation of Cody's swollen dick deep inside her, Diedra screamed in bliss, cupping one of her breasts with her free hand. "Come for me, Cody. Be my muse and come."

His balls twitched, and he groaned out a deep, guttural scream to signal his pending climax. "Yes, Diedra. Make me come - I need to come."

With an extra squeeze from her pillowed walls, Cody's scream became one long, shouted call as he spilled his seed deep into her. Diedra dropped her breast, so she could reach back and rub his sack with both hands. He gasped as she said, "I want every last drop, baby. I want it all." She kept bouncing until Cody shuddered. Once his muscles relaxed, she knew she'd won.

After a sigh of victory, Diedra leaned forward to wrap her arms around Cody's head; her warm pussy still filled with what remained of his erection. She looked at her muse's happy face, and felt every part of her swell with giddy glee. She'd finally done what she'd always wanted.

From a crack in the curtains, a stray beam of light split the darkness in a bright sliver across Cody's chest. His fur shimmered, until a quick flash unveiled a hidden form. What used to be mud-colored otter fur had faded away, leaving behind soft human skin. All that alluded to the water creature were wavy brown locks, and dark, soulful eyes. Diedra marveled over the heavenly body that lay beneath her. She held him tight while he nuzzled her neck.

So lost in the moment, she jumped a little when he shifted. Her pulse jittered while he whispered in her ear. "I'll never leave you. I never really did. No matter what, I'm here for you - only you."

A flood of happiness filled her, and a tear slipped down her cheek. Diedra's entire body relaxed in the realization of all that she'd accomplished. She wanted to hang onto this moment - this feeling - forever. Yet, before she was even aware, she had slipped off into the ever morphing world of sleep.

When Diedra awoke, she found herself tucked underneath a tangle of blankets, the sun high enough to break through the uncovered window. She cast her covers off her and sprung from the cozy warmth of her bed. The sharp smell of last night's activities still clung to the air, and her mind buzzed with an array of thoughts.

Excited, she headed for the discarded canvas she'd abandoned the night before. She could fix it. Everything was so clear now. Determination surged through her with such intensity that she could barely contain herself. It was all within her control - it always had been, and now nothing would make her give up that power.

The End

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