The Ottering
The Ottering, A mini Story By Talonsaurn
(Was initally planed to be a segment but never came through)
His eyes glimmered, glazed slightly, his mouth hung open a bit.. A few blinks, a few twitches of his ears. The young otter couldn't avert his gaze, nor his other sensitives.. his ears picked up the soft sounds of the body even far away.. his naturally sensitive hearing let each breath the bigger otter took resonate inside him, making him quiver.. Gallows aroma drifted, exuded, when full clothed like he was moments ago it was a soft alluring aroma... his dress was rugged handsome, orange vest, cutoff jeans, black bandanna and armband. Each inch of fur that was visible on Gallows body seemed to entrance him.
He couldn't help leaning forward.. but he was speachless just the same.. even as he tumbled forward and landed with his rump up, face on the ground. His eyes stared up at the otter as he approached, and even looked at him.. He couldn't resit the erotic sensations any longer and found his swim trunks very painfully tight, even getting a tear from his eye. He tried his best to remain motionless, not moving his tail at all as the bigger otter stood over him, one leg on each side of his head, his eyes swiveled in there sockets..
The otter deserved everything.. he knew this WAS the one... even when he had first seen him approach not four hours ago... when he had come to visit his swim team... and slowly dispatch them two at a time.Taking them for "Measurments" into the lockerroom.. it didn't take long for the mind to leap to the conclusion that the bulges in his fine dense otterfur belly were his friends, the outlines were unmistakable... his motions when he came back betrayed no attempt to hide, to deceive what he was. He was a predator... and the smitten otter here began to fantasies, they all trembled, him in pleasure and want though... When the lean nearly black trackstar otter that tried to make a break for it was grabbed by his tail and dragged away screaming. .
His own heart skipped a dozen beats when he saw gallows shorts hang low before the pair vanished into the showers. He had gotten a glimpse, and the powerful smell that spurred his lust even more.. His fantasies had jumped up a few more levels, and became very sexual.. He hadn't been gay... but he really hoped Gallows was...and was darkly jealous of the athlete.. he should make a run for it.. but he couldn't. His body just wouldn't even move.. lost in fantasies. For all he must have eaten the big otter was amazingly still trim...
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Gallows was amused.. pleased and amused. He knew well over half of the male otter population got "thoughts" about him. It was his natural magnitism, they rarely got a chance to understand it themselves. This one had the smell.. the look, and frankly, it was obvious he'd hardly whimper when eaten. Gallows rarely cared what others thought about him, he was who he was. He was him It was a healthy frame of mind, he KNEW how to play the mindgame all to well...
He stood over the otter fellow, 5'8, maybe 140lb... rather average looking really... when compared to what Gallows could get his paws on. He let his tail flop on the guys back, curling slightly around the upraised rump, feeling the shorts with a teasing test. He heard the otter take a deep inbreath... Gallows hadn't had enough good fucks today.. what would it hurt to give this boi what he wanted... burn off some calories in the process... Gallows undid his belt...