An Otters Pleasures
An interesting, if sad story about a female otter.
An Otters Pleasures
© Cederwyn Whitefurr
2001.
All Rights Reserved
Keela ? female otter anthro.
Keela lay naked on her wide bed, sweat soaking her body as she tossed and turned, bombarded by the merciless humidity that heralded the approaching summer storm. Indeed, it was a hot summers night ? one that would go down in the annals of history for her city, as being the hottest on record, but to this young female otter ? she had history of her own to be made this night....
*
Gasping, Keela snapped bolt upright in bed, sweat coating her and her sheets, and she blinked, then panted and turned to look at the bedside clock. It blinked its incandescent glow, revealing the time as 2:37am. All throughout the house lay silence, only broken by the still distant grumble of thunder. Blinking her dark green eyes, Keela grunted and slicked a webbed paw down her breasts, and stared at the fine sheen of sweat there. With a sigh, she rolled off the end of her bed and threw open the window, basking in the breeze that whistled through the trees and cooled the otter's body.
Whilst Keela was not the most attractive Otter female out there ? she was by no stretch of the pond, ugly. Her sleek form stood just less than five feet one inches, with sable black fur, glistening in the moonlight, and her ample breasts were well formed, with dark nipples that tingled at the refreshing breeze. Her body was trim and well honed, and her webbed paws slowly slid down her delicately muscled body, and caressed the midnight black triangle of her pubic fur. A tremor of pleasure rippled through her body as she caressed herself again, and she moaned softly, and grabbed her short silk robe from the bed end and draped it around her, as she flung open her door and padded quietly through the empty house.
She walked out on to the back porch, then her sensitive eyes and nose checked for unwelcome surprises, before she shed her robe and gleefully bounded down the stairs, then leapt high in to the air and with barely a splash, vanished beneath the moonlight water of the pool, her entry breaking the light of the moon in to glistening fragments. Underwater, Keela felt instant relief from the oppressive humidity and her fluid grace and gymnastic abilities came to the fore, as she cavorted and played happily, only breaking the surface to breathe, before diving back down again, her long, rudder-like
tail smacking the surface of the water.
Finally, after an hour and a half, she emerged from the pool and smoothed off the water with her webbed paws, and stretched languidly. Far from being sleepy, she was now wide-awake, and her eyes gazed up at the moon and she shook herself, spraying the water from her gleaming pelt.
A lone thought had been driving at her all day, and that was of the male wolf she had seen at college that afternoon. He was nearly seven feet tall, well muscled and ruggedly handsome ? and Keela's voice had failed her when he smiled and held open the door at the library for her. Keela had been stricken speechless, as she brushed past him, and caught the faint groan of pleasure from him, as she passed. Keela giggled in an almost childish way, and hugged her paws around herself, growing dreamy eyed at the thought of that powerful wolf male, wrapped around her ? his hot breath on her neck ? and the exhilarating pleasure, as he took her as his own....
With a squeal that seemed beyond such a seemingly fragile creature, Keela giggled again and bolted back in to the house, skidding on the linoleum flooring and bouncing off the kitchen bench. Giggling like a schoolgirl, she flung open the fridge door, unmindful as it crashed against the wall ? and she grabbed a pawful of fruit, and some large carrots. Smirking, Keela slapped the door closed with her tail and sat on the kitchen bench, hungrily devouring the fruit she held in both paws. After fifteen minutes, she moaned softly and rubbed her bulging stomach and looked thoughtfully at the carrot on the bench beside her.
It was about eleven inches long, and about three thick at is widest point, and Keela held the cold vegetable in her paws, and gazed at it ? but her eyes grew misty and she saw not the vegetable she held ? but envisioned the male wolf's member, being clutched in those dextrous, webbed paws. Snapping out of her fantasy, Keela grabbed another from the bench and took off again, giggling and squealing with some thought, only she knew. Sliding sideways, she barely made it through the door to the bathroom and she dropped the two carrots on the sink, as she began filling the deep and spacious spa bath with cold water. Hopping from one foot to the other, she watched as the water swirled and churned, and she trembled, then snatched the bubble
bath and emptied half of it in to the churning maelstrom.
Froth went everywhere, not that Keela cared, and she grabbed one of the carrots and voraciously attacked it, her sharp teeth making short work of it. Grabbing the other, she submerged herself in the spa bath, a webbed paw smacking the button to activate the spa. As the tub erupted in to frothing foam, Keela moaned and clutched the carrot in both paws, shuddering. With a squeal of remembrance, she leapt from the bath, and trailing water everywhere, she ran up the hallway and back in to her bedroom. Hurriedly, she rummaged under her bed and produced a foot long box. Her eyes wide
and a smile creasing her furred lips, Keela could barely restrain herself as she tore the lid off the box and hunted through its contents. Eventually, she found the two things she had been looking for ? one was a class photograph, taken at the start of the year, and she'd highlighted the burly wolf ? just out of childlike infatuation ? never realising that she'd have a chance with him ? let alone be able to be close enough to smell his masculine scent!
Shrieking with pleasure, Keela threw herself on to her bed, a webbed paw clutching the eight-inch long rubber 'toy' she had bought, and hidden from her nosy parents. She loved them both dearly, but they still thought of her as a kit ? not as the young woman she really was. Keela looked at it, and shivered with glee, holding it to her lips as she rubbed it softly against her furred breasts. Instantly, her nipples rose in to hard points, and Keela gasped, as the surges of pleasure swept through her. Again she lipped at it, then licked down its length, running her tongue over its ridges and valleys, imagining it to be the object of her fantasy ? her wolf college colleague.
Electric shocks of pleasure ran through her, as she slapped her heavy rudder-like tail on the bed, her body shuddering and rapidly heating ? not because of the humidity, but because of the arousal that was washing over her, like the moon-kissed waves she heard so far away. Slowly, her webbed paw slipped down her trembling breasts and caressed her dark pubic mound. A low gasping cry came from her as she rubbed and stroked against it, sliding the other paw with the vibrator down between her breasts, and taking it in to both her paws. Carefully, she held it and slowly, teasingly, rubbed it across the soft fur of her mound, shuddering in pleasure, and trailing it back up, as
one of her paws rubbed and tweaked her aching nipples. Her passions ran deep ? and every nerve and sense in her body was heightened almost beyond her ability to control. The grumble of thunder grew loud in her small ears, although it was still many miles away, and the crash of the breaking waves seemed as if they were only in the hallway, so acute had her hearing become.
Growling softly in lust, her mind enflamed at the thoughts and scent of that wolf male, she slowly slipped a webbed paw down to her pubic mound and softly stroked, being very mindful of the sensations that not only her delicate paw, but her equally sensitive sex, was relaying to her mind. Her other paw, clutching her toy tightly, slid back down, and she alternated between it and her other paw, her pleasure escalating like a tidal wave, as she quivered and cried out softly, as she pressed it down and up ? then felt it stick. A momentary cold blast of fear caught her, then she breathed out softly and her natural muscle strength relaxed and it slipped free and flopped on to the
bed, eliciting a soft giggle from her. Fumbling for it, she grabbed it again, and
holding it in both paws, she rubbed it back and forth, sensuously, teasingly, her body shivering with passions that now blazed white hot within her.
Using her free paw, she continued to rub and caress her breasts, shivering in delight at the tingling of her nipples, never realising how sensitive they really could be ? especially in the height of such arousal. Her webbed paw slipped and lunged down against her sex, and a sharp claw tip scratched, making her draw her breath in a sharp, sudden squeal of inhaled air. Although it stung like salt in a raw wound, the pain was also ? in some unimaginable way ? pleasurable. Quivering, Keela stroked herself more and more, feeling the warmth of her energies flowing through her and invigorating. With a low moan, Keela froze and her body erupted in sweat, as her orgasm swept through her, making her grab her otter plush and bite down deep in to
its sable fur, as she writhed and shrieked, her muffled cries drowned out, as the threatening storm finally broke, and the rain tumbled down, just as the tears of rapture coursed down her cheeks....
*
When her parents returned late that night, they blinked at the still wet footprints, the full bath and the carrot lying on the sink, and her father raised an eyebrow, and retired to his study, whilst her mother, fearing the worst for her only kit, fled to her room, to find Keela naked, lying sprawled on her bed, cuddling her otter plush, the toy lying beside her. Rain had puddled on her floor, and as the older female anthro otter moved to close the window, her sensitive nose detected the all too familiar scent of an otter female's pleasures. Smiling to herself, she carefully draped a blanket over her
daughter and kissed her on the cheek, then crept back out and closed her door, turning off the light.
*
Next morning, Keela woke and quickly dressed, then spotted her toy lying discarded on the floor. With a giggle, she snatched it up and hid it and the picture back in her box, and pushed it back under her bed. Going down for breakfast, her father was his usual silent self ? as immovable as the moon, and with about as much emotion. Her mother placed her breakfast on the table, and a barely perceptible wink came from her, as she busied herself with other things. Sensing tension, Keela gobbled down her breakfast, kissed her father on the cheek, cuddled her mother and waved, then grabbed her schoolbooks and fled the house.
"She's not our little kit anymore ? " Sighed her mother, as she watched Keela
run for the bus.
A disinterested grunt came from her father, who turned the page in the newspaper and continued reading.
*
All through the next week, Keela was on tenterhooks with school and her home-life. She knew her mother knew, and her mother knew that she knew ? but it was left unsaid. Wether Keela's father knew ? neither dared guess. He was a gruff male otter, scarred from countless battles in his younger years, and was well known to have a violent streak an ocean wide ? and a paw that felt like a tidal wave when it slapped across a young otter's cheek. Keela was always mindful, and obeyed her father in all things ? even if he'd never laid a paw on her cheek since she was two years old ? the old pain of that slap still stung.
Agonizing feelings of indecision tore at Keela, as she spent her nights fantasising about her wolf, and the days dreaming of him, and trying to spend as much time with him or near him as she could manage. Finally, a young anthro vixen collared her, and Keela squealed and jumped.
"Eeep!" Keela squealed, nearly dropping her books, as she looked up at the
older, busty vixen. "Err ? hi!"
Giggling, the vixen leaned in close to Keela and a cruel smile, hidden from Keela, touched her lips.
"I know you lust after him ? he's quite a hunk of male hood isn't it?" Murred
the vixen. "You know ? he's been asking about you...a lot."
"He...has?" Keela asked, eyes widening.
"Sure ? he's near the lockers, level two, section K. He's waiting for you
Keela ? he's got something to show you." Breathed the vixen quietly.
Keela, eyes wide, hugged the vixen and fled, leaving the vixen and her cronies to fall about, laughing with evil, malicious glee.
*
Keela flounced around the corner, wearing a short skirt, her blouse and nothing under either, and she froze, her eyes wide in horror. The object of her desires was locked in a passionate kiss with a young male anthro red fox! His paws were both down the trousers of the wolf, gripping his swollen sheath quite plainly. With a loud, high pitched shriek, she dropped her books that scattered across the floor, and her webbed paws flew to her muzzle as her shriek grew in to the range beyond human hearing, and every anthro within earshot wailed and clutched their ears. Keela burst in to tears and fled, her choking sobs tearing her apart.
With an angry snarl, the wolf tore away from the fox, and he cried out to the fleeing Keela.
"Keela ? wait! Its not what it appears...sweetie ? "
Keela fled, blinded by her tears, and she ran as if she'd never ran before, until she reached the sandy beach. Here, she did not pause, splashing through the water ? until it rose above her neck, then she dived beneath the waves ? and never surfaced again....
*
Rumour has it, that if you stand on the beach at the dead of night, you'll hear the anguished Keela's cry ? a cry that forevermore, goes unanswered....
END