An Otter Fetish Club
#3 of Un-Categorised
Tsumi © StrawberryMog
Robin © Russet
Danning's Holt, the home of the otter Garn on a planet far removed from his normal hang out. A strange underground city beneath a lake, where else would a civilisation of otters live then under the water. Standing at the entrance of the tunnel that led into the neighbourhood he was staying in with his friend Garn was a moogle. Slender, short, pink with shaggy hair and nothing but a kilt on in the style of the city. A pale blue sunstone hung from the belt holding his clothing on, the moogle could almost have fit in with the rest of the inhabitants of this place. A sleek teenage otter in a kilt, wearing a medallion and with fanciful spirals etched into his fur slid out of the shadows next to the mog and smiled warmly. His fur was brown all over and his hair was tied back in with a leather thong to keep it out of his eyes.
Blinking in surprise at the sudden appearance Tsumi looked over the otter with a smile, wriggling his tail. "Kupipo..! Robin?" He asked curiously, brushing his shaggy bangs out of his eyes.
With a very wide grin and a nod the otter held out a paw, "So dad told ya about me then?" His medallion had a quill pen and a minnow stamped on it. The society of this city was split into Guilds and Tsumi thought it meant he was part of the administrator's guild. Smiling and looking over the medallion curiously Tsumi couldn't help but giggle a little bit. "Mostly that you wanted to meet me and had something planned?"
The otter grinned, "Sure I do! You're dad's exotic beau. not to mention a good guy from what he has been telling me." He pulled the moogle in close by the hand that had grasped his in greeting. "How could I not want to meet you?"
Inclining his head sheepishly Tsumi murmured, "Well, I don't know much about that... but, I suppose so!" Grinning lightly, toying with his sun-stone at the front of his kilt the moogle battered his eyelashes and peeked up at the otter. Robin's eyes were wide open and he crouched down to get a closer look at the softly glowing blue stone, "Holy... you made a sun stone?
The moogle smiled and nodded, "Yeah earlier today... I took on the vows for the river lady," He said sheepish shuffle of his bare feet.
"Oooh well that makes you part of society! Albeit just a tiny bit" Robin made a motion with his fingers, rudder twitching in excitement. "So is it true you both hate deep water and are allergic to fish?"
The questions caused the mog to blush but he nodded his head and ran his fingers down his chest, toying with his soft velvet like fur, "Very much so on both accounts. Why'd you ask, kupo?"
"Oh I just found it funny that ya came to an otter city! We are all about the fish and the swimming." Robin leant closer and smiled, inhaling the pink mogs scent. "Mmm ya smell good"
"It's a curse really," he murmured wryly, head tilting and chuckling. "And I can't help those things... much the same as I can't help for thinking otters are awesome."
Robin stands back up and poses, showing off his sleek form. "Well we are pretty damn great! So mog what say we dump dad and his boring meetings and go rock out in town?"
"Kuuupipo.. I could be tempted by that, He piked on the tavern visit last night."
The young otter squeezes the mogs hand then tugged him down the street across the cobble stones. "Come on then, I know a great place to party and I hear your kind likes dancing."
The moogle nods as he hurried with the taller otter, beaming, "hehee..! Action! Kupo!"
Thinner and slinkier then Tsumi the brown lutra was literally bouncing down the cobbled street of the city. Away from the main paths and down toward one of the lower districts. Grinning as he followed along, sun-stone and pom gleaming brightly, Tsumi kept up, his new friend's exuberant attitude rubbing off on him. The area they moved into looked like some sort of shopping district, closed and shuttered shops with the odd tavern still doing business. Robin led the mog down a side alley and up to a plain blue door and rapped on it in a certain pattern.
Listening curiously to the pattern Tsumi couldn't help but grin curiously and look about. "This seems rather underground, what are you getting me into?"
Smirking the other couldn't help but give the moogle a wicked grin, "A little bit underground; not many otters like this form of entertainment."
The door opened and Robin identified himself and Tsumi to someone inside and then they were let inside. The hulking otter who answered eyed the pink moogle and nodded in approval before shutting the door firmly.
Tsumi blinked some in shock at the huge otter bouncer, gulping a moment as he keept close to Robin's svelt form. "Kupipo.. what form?" he murmured as Robin led them into a room at the top of a large spiral staircase that was the entrance into a large cavern like chamber below.
"Nudist 'n bondage club..." Robin answered with a blush as he moved into one of the cubicles which lined the small room. "No clothes beyond leather accessories and anything goes down there." He slipped off his kilt and dumped it in a stone locker on the floor, stretching his nude form before turning to give the moogle an inviting grin. The mog eased his own kilt down, and picked up the leather thong his sun stone was on, slipping it about his hip again, noting that Robin still had his medallion about his neck.
Eyeing the naked mog and licking his lips the otter leant in close and purred. "You are hot... so then," he slipped on a pair of leather armbands and anklets with D-rings and gestured at Tsumi to look in the locker. "Pick something you want to wear"
Tsumi blinked and he moved to look in locker, freezing and then shivering in delight as he was caught in a very forward and deep kiss from Robin, splaying his ears back he flickered his wings and blushed deeply. This otter wasjust like his father that way it seemed, forward, friendly and welcoming. Once he had broken free of the kiss he discovered a variety of toys in the locker, from collars to cock rings, arm bands and tail rings, even a couple of hoods and interesting looking butt-plugs.
Blushing the pink moogle slowly slipped on a collar, and an arm-ring he didn't much have the tail for a band there. Robin happily slid on a tail ring and then gripped the moogle's balls and tied a sleek leather band about his sac and the base of his sheath. The problem was there were lots of little teeth digging into the flesh beneath on the inside as he tightened it into place.
"How's that feel?" he enquired with a chuckle.
Tsumi was not happy however, wincing at that band, shaking his head, "O-ow..! Kupo..! No dice..!" removing it and smiling as he poked the lutra in the stomach, "nnhh.. no pain.".
Robin pouted and looked about, "Bah that wasn't pain, ok! Ok How about..." he reached up and attached a leash to the collar and coiled it about one paw. "After all it'd not do to have you get lost on me whilst I'm showing you a good time?"
The moogle smiled sheepishly, nodding and blushing, "Kupo,that seems fair to me, "He giggled and stretched showing off his form. "Lead on, 'sir', kupo."
"You are as fun as Dad makes out!" Robin exclaimed happily, leading the moogle out of the changing room and down the stairs. There must have been about forty otters down in the club, all naked, male and female. Some were dancing, some relaxing in booths chilling and drinking, others watching the show up on the stage or sprawled out across the furniture making love.
A young slinky lutra was down on his knees atop the stage, head buried between a pair of sleek female thighs; arse being fucked by another guy. His dick was long, thick and drippings pre through the grill of the stage down onto the dancers below. Tsumi blushed as he padded with the taller otter, boggling at the sight of so many heavily kinky, toying, teasing otters just having fun. He gulped, shivering as he eyed the stage show, feeling his loins stirring at the sight. "Woah, you guys really do know how to have a good time, how'd you ever find this place?"
Robin just grinned and tugged on the leash, leading the moogle out onto the dance floor. "Dad of course, the shows here are always good." he smirked and joined the dancing, a powerful, tribal stamping weave around his "pet" mog. Tsumi gasped as he watched the otters dancing, their style much more primal than what he was used to. But he was if nothing, adaptable and with the beat to back him up and demonstration, he got sheepishly into the motions, grinning at his friend as he started to stamp and jump and twist.
Grinning Robin blew Tsumi a kiss and danced with gusto, bouncing, stomping, leaping, grinding and sliding through the dancing otters in time to the beat. The light was dim, shimmering off his oiled fur as he got well oilier from the exertion. Tsumi's pom-pom and sunstone both gleamed in the dim light adding to the shimmering effect on the sleek oiled fur all around. He valiantly kept up the motions, working into the beat, letting it guide him as he lost himself, grinning and grinding some against the otter here or there as Robin danced with power and gusto.
There was powerful energy down in this cavern of lust, powerful and primal and good. As they danced the mog could feel his body flowing with the otters as they celebrated. The beat was kept on two heavy drums constantly being beaten by two very big, burly otters, identical in every way even the patterns in their fur. Slowly after about forty minutes the beat began getting faster... more heated. Tsumi blushed at the pulsing beat working with his own, pom glowing brightly with each bass strike, eyes closing with a grin on his face as he danced, curious of the reason for celebration but unwilling to break the flow to ask.
He had been reduced to a slick mass of sweaty oiled fur as Robin's oils rubbed off on him, pink fur dark and damp as he slid over the floor. Suddenly Robin was behind him, tugging on his collar, the leash at the back to hold his head tilted so Tsumi could see the mesh of the stage right above his head. The show-otter's cock pointed at his muzzle as he started to cum! Thick jets of creamy white otter seed sprayed through the grill, coating the moogle's face, neck and chest as well as Robin's muzzle, the otter grinding his hard on against Tsumi's rump. The otter above seemed to have a lot to give, painting both young men in a warm, sticky coating of lust, the scent of male otter filling their noses. Slowly the otter came down from his high, the last few drops of cum splashing over Tsumi's cock which caused him to squirm.
Panting and grinning, alive and delighted with his new-found dancing, the mog groaned, blinking back to Robin, opening his eyes he twitched his submissively splayed ears. His own mog hood was standing to attention, whilst his ass ground back encouragingly against the larger otter's groin. The beat thrummed once... twice and then ended with a BOOM-A-DOOM and every otter on the dance floor cried out "HAI!" as they jumped and came to a halt, the dance was over. Around the pair, otters started to check over themselves, some shooting the two coated boys jealous glances, others knowing smirks as the two big drummer otters walked over and loomed above Robin and the Mog.
"We will break to change the show! Get a drink! Enjoy your lovers... fuck and be merry!" One of them shouted, casually picking up Robin, the other grinned and snagged the moogle.
"Our next show is in half an hour" With that the two started back toward the drums as the performers on stage were helped down and led toward the bar. Still gasping with the powerful ending of the music, Tsumi's strange otherworldly connected had left him tingling, slumped against the drummer's body. He was in no state to protest as the large drummer carried him off! He shivered and groaned as he looked to Robin, then the other otters. "N-next show?"
Grinning at his friend Robin let the leash go so the other otter could remove it. "Whoever gets sprayed is the next show... we are the music..."
Grinning up at the big otter he blushed as the big guy smirked then looked at Tsumi. "New boy?" he asked and when the younger otter nodded turned to the pink mog. "I'm Ral, this is Kaa my twin... you two boys are ours for the next hour and a half now."
Tsumi blinked and panted as he rubbed his neck sheepishly; squirming a bit though he couldn't help but grin at the idea, his loins stirring at the thought. "The music?" he queried and gulped, shivering, "I can't say that's not a little... scary, being at the mercy of big ol' otters like you, kupo."
Robin moaned as Ral groped him, the big tribal patterned lutra smirking as he teased the squirmy boy in his lap. "Dun worry we'll take care of you both."
Kaa nodded and started to check out the mog's package. "Mmmhmm its the rules boys." The pair reached the drums then and swung their passengers down, sitting the two on the bench behind the instruments, looking them both over.
"Now then" Kaa ran his paws down the mog's chest. "To decide what you two will be performing." One finger eased idly below the moogle's sheath and balls to tease along his taint then up between his rump cheeks to slide across his tail-star. It was soft and supple and parted, welcoming his probing finger, "Mmm hey Ral this ones nice and tight." He slipped his oily finger inside and started to tease like he would a woman.
Tsumi gasped gently and sank back against Robin, lying in place, trembling slowly as he looked up to Kaa sheepishly. That finger had sunk knuckle deep into his arse, he clenched hard, arching his back and moaning in delight. "Gnh..! K-kupipo..! H-hey..! That's..! D-.. don't..!" He blushed deeper as Kaa just chuckled and gently fingered the mog as he held a whispered conversation with his twin brother. The two nodded and stepped back, the moogle gasping as that finger left his arse, only to squeak and cling to Robin as he found himself staring at a pair of thick otter dicks. Kaa and Ral aimed them at the boys and with pleased grunts they both start to piss! Thick golden streams splashing their bodies, soaking the otter and moogle, "You two boys are going to be a star show tonight!"
Spluttering as he's rinsed clean of the other otter's spunk with that hot wash of piss the mog kept his eyes closed as he moaned and nuzzled into Robin. Not quite able to believe what was happening to him but his drooling hard on demanded that it keep happening. Robin clung to Tsumi in return, his own otter dick drooling, pre mixing with the hot piss as it splashed over his form. The teenage otter had his muzzle open and one of the twins obliged him by aiming their warm shower right in his maw. Whoever it was chuckled as the two whimpered in delight at the exhilarating, humiliating treatment, the shower leaving them both soaked and all but begging for more treatment of the same kind.
As the golden shower came to an end Ral smirked, "Ok boys here's the deal" Ral held up a strange purple bottle. "You both drink half of this and then we put you on stage. For an hour the pair of you make love to the music, we beat the drums, you make love and direct the dance with your passion."
The moogle was panting faintly, slumping a little as he eyed the otters, imagining that bottle to be rather like pink kupo-nut wine. Gulping as he looked to Robin sheepishly and asked. "K-kupipo.. direct the dance.. with our passion?"
Robin nodded, "It's tribal... our passion leads the dance and everyone taps our energy to fuel their own movements..." He licked his lips and smiled at Ral eagerly and took the bottle, drinking half and handing it to the mog.
Kaa smiled as he watched the otter boy down that liquid without hesitation, "I expect you both to end with Rob on top fucking that tight tunnel of yours Tsumi; you need to be down on all fours so you'll spray the room beneath."
Gulping the moogle nodded quietly as he looked to the bottle, blushing softly as he looked over the twins and Robin. "I'd appreciate more warning before you stick things up my butt kupo."
He then took a deep breath and downed the contents of the bottle with his eyes closed. Thetaste was thick and heavy, syrupy with a blackcurrant after taste. It flooded the mogs body with a strange tingling sensation, a rush of adrenaline; he could feel the hot air of the club breathing against his body. His pom tingled and felt more in tune with the otters around him. He swayed and clung to Robin, his fur meshed with his and he moaned, it felt alive, more real. He needed to be connected with Robin.
"Robin is fucking you tonight Tsumi" Kaa scritched the pink boys ears. "Consider yourself warned; when you are down on all fours that otter dick is going up your rump. But you both got an hour up there and you do not cum until we let you at the end."
Tsumi gulped as he looked to the pair, "Y-you can-.. actually do that..?" he asked in awe at the idea. Shuddering with that lucidly aware sensation, blinking and panting faintly as he rubbed himself against Robin who was swaying a bit. Ral nodded and tapped his drum with two claws, the deep beat seems to flow into Robin and then into the mog. The two found themselves moving into each others arms, bodies trembling with a desire to follow the guidance of the beat as Ral played the drum.
"You are ours now.... the music and you together at the command of the drums" Kaa chuckled, not sure if either were listening as Robin was snogging his pinkfriend, grinding against him, Tsumi pulled out of the kiss, smiling as he licked Robins nose. "nngh. this-.. is amazing.."
Kaa chuckled and patted Tsumi's back as Ral stopped tapping the drum. "Now you got about fifteen minutes before we start so any final requests?"
Robin blushed and thought about it for a moment. "Can we start with watersports up there, the two of us spraying one another?"
Tsumi blushed and grinned, chrrling sheepishly as Ral nodded then added his own, feeling his length pulsing at the idea of what he was about to do and have done to him. "A-.. anything with feet would be good, too.."
Robin's cock pulsed as well, pre oozing off of it, as he wriggled a webbed paw at Tsumi. Ral and Kaa nodded, the twins leaning down to kiss their dancers. "Ok boys get up onto the stage, give us a good show and maybe after the club closes you two will come stay with us at our flat above the venue."
Assuring the large, beefy twins that they'd love that the two held hands and started to walk across the dance floor toward the stage. Tsumi was holding his nerves in check as he imagined being up there for a whole hour without being able to cum. He already needed to blow desperately; he was going to have a lot to share when they let him blow. Climbing up onto the soft, springy material that formed the net that was their stage Robin grinned at the moogle and helped him up.
"This... is going to be an experience and a half," He promised eagerly, stretching and limbering up his oiled, piss soaked form in preparation for the dance. Tsumi stirred faintly, starting to stretch as well as he watched the crowd slowly returning. "Well... lets make this a show to really enjoy."
Tsumi's cock jerked as the big otters on the drums started to hit them with their paws. A slow tribal rhythm slamming into both dancers, causing their drugged bodies to respond, as passion flared and desire ran rampant throughout their bodies. The otter boy lifted a leg, swaying his rudder and pushed his bare foot firmly against Tsumi's chest as the music enslaved them.
The moogle groaned and panted faintly, blushing as he allowed himself to sink to his knees, nuzzling the otter's leg as he was pressed down. His length pulsed smoothly, leaking pre-cum as he splayed his ears back and he groaned gently at the large foot paw sliding across his body. "Kupipo!"
Robin shuddered and arched his back, head tilted to almost meet the tip of his tail. With a long, booming sigh that blended with the drums call he released a stream of dark golden piss. It struck his moogle partner firmly in the chest as he held him down under foot. Adding to the liquid already in his fur, soaking him as he swayed to the steady monstrous beat of the drums, their willing slave as he gave the boy beneath him what he craved. His foot moved over Tsumi's stomach and pressed down on his cock, squeezing it eagerly as he soaked him.
As his partner's golden stream came to an end Tsumi writhed, body arching to help coat himself with the beat and last few drops of piss, his body arching here and there with the trickling piss working off his form. Then as Robin moved his foot from Tsumi's cock the mog slowly slunk from under the slick otter, rising up against his front and pinned his length against Robin's stomach he let his own bladder empty, pissing firmly along the otter's gut.
Robin swayed as the music held him, smiling as the mog worked over his form, groaning at the piss coating his body, the warm stream felt good as he swayed from side to side letting it soak his body and the mogs, pressing his muzzle in against him and kissing deeply.
Kissing back, Tsumi panted into the otter's muzzle, tongue teasing and tangling with Robins before the beat slowly forced Robin down, and Tsumi into turning around, tail flagging for the lutra, his eyes closing as Robin pressed down onto all fours. Arching his back so his stomach was against the soft net of their stage he pressed his muzzle forwards. Slowly he pushed up under the moogle's cute tail, sliding in between his rump cheeks. Robin's tongue was thick and slimy, warm and long licking across the boys' tail-star before he really began to tongue-fuck his lover in time to the beat, causing Tsumi to squirm and flooding the otter's nose with the scent of his partner.
The music beat against the pair, holding them in that position of sinful enjoyment for some time. Robin's tongue skilfully keeping the moogle squirming and wriggling in delight until with a strange parallel cross beat Robin found his body swaying back, arms up to show off his glistening body even as Tsumi turned, jumping and stamping around in time to the music. Robin moaned in pleasure as he reached the apex of his stretch only to sway back down onto all fours and engulf the red hot, drooling moogle cock now presented for his deviant pleasure. Engulfing that throbbing member Robin used his tongue to tease the underside whilst the leaking cock-tip was slid into the back of his throat and massaged by the slick, undulating walls of his throat. Tsumi whimpered, his cock felt extra sensitive, the otter tongue playing across it felt heavenly. Reaching down he gripped the otter's ears and swayed his body from side to side, lost in the excellent feeling of pleasure rippling through his sleek pink form. Robin was good, his mouth was warm tight and then he began to bob, sliding the moogle's cock back out, letting the glistening shaft glimmer in the dim lighting of the club. Then teasingly he started to slide back down, sleek fuzzy bodies pressing against once another as the otter buried that cock in his maw.
The crowd loved it, dancing to the powerful rhythm the two boys were giving off, enthusiasm and energy and the otters here for the show loved it. Stomping, jumping, dancing and rocking out on the dance floor beneath the boys as they swayed back and forth in carnal ecstasy. The drums carried the beat and the boys carried the crowd until with a deep booming tone that shook the room Tsumi slid away from Robin and down onto all fours. The moogle lifted his tail and aimed his cock at one of the holes in the mesh beneath him. Kupoing loudly as Robin penetrated his arse, the mog thrust down... grinding himself against the stage as the otter began to mate with his friend. The lights focussed on the stage made them both glisten; trim muscular otter body sliding across the mogs back. Squeezing him, holding him tight as his cock slid in and out and his heavy balls smacked against the moogle's own.
Titling his head back Robin cried out, a high otter bark laden with need and lust, he could feel his balls contracting, pulling up against his body as he fucked that tight hole. The need continued to bead, Tsumi to clench, but the orgasm he so desperately craved was denied to him as the drums beat at the tribal magic sparking through his veins held him in its thrall.
Eyes misting over with lust, body trembling, paws gripping the moogle tightly Robin was on the verge of screaming, head back, muzzle open, oils sliding over his fur making him sparkle and shimmer. Then without warning the beat changed, a thumping noise that caused his whole body to respond. Slamming his hips forward he buried himself and barked in delight as the thumping beat seemed to squeeze his balls and he fired his impressive load into the clenching rear of his lover. The moment seem drawn out by the lingering final note of the drum, his cock twitching as he fired his seed into his friend, Tsumi's own cum spraying the dancers directly beneath them. An eternity stretched out through several seconds, his balls squeezing, thick creamy otter seed spraying into the mog, painting the insides of his rump even as Tsumi's own soaked a young couple below. The world ceased to exist, only the drumbeat, Tsumi's body moving beneath his and the endless, exquisite sensation of his dick unloading itself, blessing his mog friend with every drop of his seed, flooding his rear until it squelched and squished with each movement of his hips. Only when it started to leak back out did Robin's orgasm die down, a final jet of cum into the stuffed moogle rumps, one final spattering spray of seed from Tsumi's over-worked and needy cock to feed their fans below and the moment came to an end.
As the final thrumming note died away the otter found himself snug against Tsumi's back, holding him around the chest, panting heavily as the crowd cheered and whooped and stomped, chanting their names out loud.
Slowly, in a daze Robin pulled himself free of Tsumi and helped the mog up, helpful hands guided them down from the stage and in a pleasant daze they found themselves escorted back to the twins Kaa and Ral. The two hefty otters embraced their dancers and then had them ushered into a back room where they could lie on thick, soft cushions, curled against one another as they slowly rose from the depths the passionate magic had taken them too.
~ fin