Where Otters Shouldn't Swim
"Where Otters Shouldn't Swim"
Copyright 2011
by Tagenar
Nanul leaped off the rock and dove into the river below. As soon as his blue fur touched the water, his body became streamlined and he turned laterally and swam against the current.
He swam further and further away from the group. The water was deep, and he looped over and around in all directions, feeling the water from every angle. Nanul grinned ear to ear. Fish darted out of his way as Nanul swam upriver, taking in the sights along the way: the unique aquatic life, the silt formations the river made as it flowed by.
There was a fork in the river. Nanul veered right and swam up one of the river's tributaries. The water glided over him and somehow seemed to propel him forward. Again he searched the bottom of the river. Sometimes he uncovered a piece of metal, sometimes a crab, or a fish hiding. Nanul then stretched his arms and did more loops. After a long flight and even longer enduring the first hours on dry land, he needed this. This was an otter's equivalent of stretching his legs.
Nanul turned down another branch and swam up it. He looped and dove beneath the surface. Even here, far from the larger river, it was still deep enough to dive three times his height to the floor. He came up for air only when he needed to, and even then it was only for a brief gulp and he was gliding back down to the bottom, digging under rocks and sifting through the silt.
He uncovered a coin. Nanul wished he'd kept his clothes on before diving in; he'd love to take it with him as a souvenir. Instead he smiled, cast it into the current and backflipped for joy.
Nanul paused suspended between the surface and the floor. He closed his eyes. Spread his arms. Let the current run through his fur. It was as refreshing as a cool breeze on a hot summer day. Nobody but another otter would understand. He explained it to his classmates a hundred times, but they only understood on an intellectual level. They couldn't know the emotional side of it.
Avians define the places they've been by the way the sky looks in a given area. Land-dwellers tend to judge their location by what they can see from the ground: hilly, flat plains, or nothing but farmland as far as the eye can see. Water-dwellers define places by the way the water feels.
Nanul was no different. Every place he traveled, even if it was only the next town over, all he could think of was what the water was like here. Every area felt, sounded and tasted different, and Nanul wanted to know them all. Rivers by friends' houses, lakes, even pools. No matter where he went he always found an opportunity to dive in. Nanul couldn't remember anyplace he'd been unless it had water he could experience. The water. Always the water. It's how otters think.
So when his senior trip came up and he found out they were going to Australia, Nanul signed up and scraped the money together. He always wanted to know what Australian water was like.
Right now, floating with the gentle current in this tributary, tumbling head over heels in slow motion, he concluded the water was thicker here. He knew his science teachers would tell him all water was the same three atoms stuck together, but Nanul knew different. He'd felt the rivers and streams back home. He'd been in many different pools over his life. Australia's water was exotically thick. A completely unique experience that made the whole trip worthwhile.
Nanul took control of himself again, flipped around and glided upstream. He wondered what lay further up. He hoped he'd get to meet some of the locals and not look too much like a tourist. He couldn't remember if otters lived in Australia or not. What sort of water-dwellers lived around here?
Nanul turned and swam up another branch. He was miles away from his class by now, but he wasn't worried about finding his way back. Otters have a very good sense of direction in the water. He knew where their hotel was. He was free.
The chaperones would probably give him a stern talking-to later, but they expected him to do it. First chance he got to break away from the group and go for a swim, they wouldn't see him for hours. He made it clear from the getgo that he was going to dive in the first body of open water he found and discover Australia himself.
The otter turned left and swam up another small river that emptied into the larger one. The current became progressively slower with every new branch. The channels became narrower as well, floor rising closer and closer to the surface. Now the waterway was almost shallow enough to stand in, and was only wide enough to hold two or three boats.
Thinking about that, something just occurred to him: where are all the boats?
He'd been swimming upriver for hours and hadn't seen a single boat since that first tributary. He hadn't even seen a swimmer, or another tourist.
Another thing otters tend to do is neglect looking at the land and focus on the water. Nanul thought it was a good time to check above the surface and see where he was. He righted himself, wiggled his whole body and slid the short distance up from the floor. His head broke the surface and he looked up and down the banks.
Nanul turned around in the water. The current tried to push him back downriver, but he stabilized himself in the same place as he took in his surroundings. Thick trees lined the banks as far as he could see. Their roots stuck out of the eroded soil like crab legs. Algae clung to them.
Where were the buildings? Didn't anybody live here? Nanul didn't remember leaving civilization. From the river bottom, civilized areas looked more or less the same as the untamed wilderness. Was the wilderness really right up against the city, or had he traveled farther than he thought? He turned, faced the way he came.
The water had turned light green with algae. The water moved slower here, and small clumps of it gently floated by. It was a reality check for how far out he must have swum. How could he not notice?
Something pulled his leg out from under him. Nanul's body slipped under the surface and his face smacked the river. Nanul reflexively twirled around to stabilize himself but his ankle wouldn't move--something had a tight grip on it. The otter streamlined his body and swam away as hard as he could, but it felt like his ankle was caught in solid rock. Nanul pushed off again and again but never moved.
A shadow rose from beneath the silt. The sand fell off the figure in slow motion. A clawed hand reached through it in fast time. Nanul thrashed around harder and pushed off but the rock held him still. The hand rising through the silt clamped around his muzzle.
Nanul forgot trying to swim away and twirled around, trying to break the grip. Another stony hand fastened itself around his other ankle, and another around his wrist. Hands held him still, sprawled out and face down.
The figures carried him to a shallower part of the river. His head broke the surface. Nanul gasped and choked and looked up the solid wall of green and white that was holding his muzzle shut and one arm still.
A crocodile stared down at him. His muzzle was parted only slightly, just enough to show the teeth. Nanul almost couldn't see it over the croc's massive chest. His arms were easily as large as the otter's waist. He was bulky, but still streamlined like a swimmer. The croc leaned forward. Nanul could now see his entire muzzle. Nanul panted through his nose.
"Trespasser," he said.
"First one in months!" said a similar voice from behind.
The one in front released Nanul's muzzle, grabbed his neck and lifted the otter upwards. The one in back bent his legs as Nanul rose. The crocs brought him up to their eye level.
"G'day," said the croc holding his neck. "Name's Magx. The bastard holding yer feet is my brother, Rave. What's yer name, mate?"
Nanul choked and tried to wiggle. Magx's hand squeezed his neck tight. Nanul gasped and choked and struggled. The croc squeezed harder. Nanul locked up and held still. The grip on his neck relaxed a little.
"That's better. Now what's yer name?"
"Nah... Nanul."
The crocs laughed. Nanul felt their laughs travel through their hands up and down his body.
"Fucking American tourist!" said the croc at Nanul's rear.
"Always the otters, mate, always. 'Cept this one's dyed his fur with somethin."
They brushed Nanul's fur casually with their thumbs. Magx never took his eyes off Nanul's. The otter had no choice but look the croc in the eye.
"What you use? Don't smell nothin' and it ain't comin off. What is it?"
"I don't... Don't dye."
"No shit?" said Magx. "He really is blue, Rave."
"Pelt'll go great next to the foxes! How we gonna get it off without smearin it?"
"Not sure..." Magx trailed off.
Nanul panted hard. His heart beat fast. Magx's grin spread.
"It's what we do to trespassers here. Our whole cabin is wallpapered with pelts just like yers. We catch roos, canines, bunch of rodents. Couple otters every now and then. Catch a lot of foxes, too."
"Fuck, I hate foxes!" shouted Rave. "Fuckin immigrant leeches!"
"Somehow they always find us. Don't know why, don't care. But you... What's an American doin way out here? Ain't no one tell you bout croc territory?"
Nanul's body was cramping from being twisted in an S for so long. He gasped through the croc's grip. "Went for a swim. Didn't know this was... private... property. I'm sorry. I'll leave."
"That ain't how it works. No cops here. No phones. In croc country everyone looks out for themselves. If you can't, you don't live."
Magx let go of Nanul's neck. Nanul's front half dropped and splashed in the water. Nanul felt a hand holding his face under, but his ears were still above water.
"Your turn, bro," said Magx.
Nanul's body unfolded as Rave backed his legs up. He lowered the otter's legs down beneath the water. His grip traveled up his ankles and stopped at his knees.
"Don't worry, mate," said Rave. "We'll make sure you go out happy. Then a little blue will be a nice bit of color to add to the den."
"I think we should sell it," Magx said. "Not often we see a blue pelt. Might fetch a nice price."
Nanul just now realized where his muzzle was. He was staring the croc between the legs. Quickly something emerged from his slit. Nanul didn't need a biology lesson to tell him what it was, or what they meant.
Behind him, Rave lifted his tail. Nanul tried to struggle, but their grip was as solid as their bodies. Magx's maleness swelled instantly once it was out of his slit. In moments Nanul was nose to eye with it. The claws on the back of his head gently nudged him down on it. Nanul would've panted, but he couldn't breathe.
As if sensing this, Magx's lifted Nanul's head just above the river. Nanul gasped and panted. The hand pulled Nanul's head back and forced him to look up the wall of scaly muscle.
"You ain't a virgin are ya?"
Nanul panted through his nose. "Yes! Please-don't-I'm-sorry-I--"
Magx clamped his muzzle shut.
"I'll leave yer head up then. Don't want ya to drown before my bro even has a chance."
Something hard and sharp pushed under Nanul's tail. His first instinct was to thrash, but the solid grips reminded him to remain as still as possible. Rave pushed his way in. It felt like a hot, sharp knife. Nanul gritted his teeth and screamed.
"See, mate? That's why. Rave's fuckin huge, even for a croc. Wouldna guessed would ya?"
Rave pushed harder. Nanul screamed and tried to pull away, but Rave held onto his knees and pushed harder. The pressure built and built, the sharp feeling pierced the otter. Nanul balled his fists and screamed.
Rave backed up. Nanul took a few breaths. Rave gripped him hard and the pressure tightened. Nanul's back arched, helping him scream. Magx held him down and kept him straightened out. The otter strained to keep his head above water as the croc behind him grunted and the pressure under his tail squeezed.
Rave pulled back. Nanul relaxed for a moment. Rave gripped him again and shoved. Nanul couldn't tell if it was going in or not--it all felt the same. Nanul screamed the whole time, every moment felt like the pressure would break him, but it only kept rising.
The croc pulled back. Nanul took a few breaths.
"Ya see, otter," said Magx, "this is how we do it. Ain't got no females 'round here, and the ones we got just wanna keep us away. They care more 'bout their huntin grounds than us. So we keep an ear out for softies like you."
Nanul screamed again as Rave pushed in even more.
"Me and Rave always play together. Way more fun with both of us, and lucky you it's his turn to fuck you first, mate!"
Nanul grinded his teeth and panted through his nose as Rave pushed in even deeper.
"It'll be easier when I get back there. Rave'll loosen you up nice and good."
Rave backed up and shoved. Nanul balled his fists and hollered, back arching even as Magx tried to hold it straight.
Hips cupped his rear. Rave relaxed. Nanul panted, the pressure having built up to more than he ever thought possible. It stayed that way.
"Bloody fuck, Magx," said Rove. "Tightest hole I ever been in!"
"He ready?"
Rave pulled out and thrust hard. Nanul gritted his teeth and screamed. There was no break. The pressure didn't relax. He never felt safe to take a breath.
"Nope. Give him a few more, mate, make him get used to ya."
Rave grabbed Nanul's hips and thrust Nanul long and deep a few times. Each time the pressure under his tail lessened. He screamed less and less. After ten minutes of this, Nanul didn't scream at all. Just panted along with the croc.
"Good, mate, good," said Magx. "You're almost ready. Remember, no teeth, or I'll take that pelt of yers before I kill ya."
Nanul panted and groaned as Rave rammed him hard and deep. He felt something groping him. It felt him up and down. It squeezed.
"Hey, bro! He's hard!"
"He is?"
"Yeah, feel it!"
Magx stooped down a little, slipped a hand under the water and felt around Nanul's waist. He groped a couple times, squeezed Nanul's bits. Now Nanul realized for the first time that he was hard. He was just as surprised by it as the crocs were.
"This otter's comin out to us, innit he?" Rave said as he thrust again.
Nanul panted and moaned. The pressure dissipated little by little each time.
"Ya like Rave's dick, Nanul?"
Nanul was about to answer, but Rave pulled back and shoved himself in again. He moaned instead. Something strange all of a sudden. It still hurt, but in a different way. The pain had crossed over, and the crocs groping his junk actually made it feel better. Nanul was confused.
"Otter!" Magx grabbed Nanul's neck and pulled it up a little. He stared up the wall again. "You enjoyin this, mate?"
Nanul wasn't thinking. His brain was lost. He nodded. He couldn't believe he was nodding. He wanted to think he was lying to stall for time--give them what they want to save his hide--but he had no such plan.
"No shit! Our lucky day, Rave! He likes it!"
"That ever happen before?"
"Never! We got a great catch this time. Yer likin' it, are ya? Then you'll love what I got."
Magx lowered Nanul's head below the water. The croc's maleness stared him in the face. It leaked. Fluid squeezed and pumped out of it--Nanul could see it even through the current. Eyes practically rolling up behind his head from the overwhelming emotions, Nanul opened his mouth and took the croc down his muzzle.
"That's it, otter. And no teeth."
Nanul had no idea what he was doing. He'd never even met a reptile before, let alone know what felt good to them, so he suckled it in whatever way seemed right.
Meanwhile Rave pounded away behind him. Nanul felt everything, but surprisingly it... felt... really good. Confusing as that was, it felt equally good to have this croc in his muzzle. Magx seemed to be enjoying it. He panted and every now and then his hips thrust. Nanul noticed it when his tongue hit a certain spot, so he went back to that spot from time to time. Magx started thrusting.
"I can tell you ain't never done this before," said the big croc. "But know the difference 'tween someone who does it 'cause they have to, and someone who's doin it 'cause they want to. Shit, bro, he's lovin this!"
The whole time Magx was talking Nanul was thinking. Perfect. Perfect. I have something they want. It'll buy me time. And. And. Ah... Ooooohhhh...
Magx pulled Nanul's head off his dick. Nanul's first thought was disappointment. This made him even more confused.
"Take a breath, kid," Magx said.
Nanul took a few deep breaths as Rave shoved in hard and fast. He turned his head a little, trying to get a look behind him.
"Oh, ya wanna see who's in yer ass, mate?"
Nanul nodded softly.
Magx grabbed him by the neck and twisted his torso around. Thankfully Nanul was an otter and could bend this way.
It was the first he saw Rave. His body was smaller than his brother's, still muscled and rock solid, just not quite as bulky. Huge compared to the otter. His eyes were wild as he pounded Nanul again and again.
"Wish you could see what he's usin' on ya," said Magx. "It's as big as my fist and long as yer arm. Real beauty."
A flicker of conscious thought lit in Nanul. He called his brother's dick a--
Before he could finish the thought, his head snapped around and was underwater again, nose to eye with the croc's leaking pole. Instantly he opened his mouth and suckled it. Nanul barely felt the pounding. It still felt good, but now there were small gaps in between those bursts. Gaps where he didn't feel anything at all. It gave his mind a little time to wander.
Beauty? Magx spoke very highly of his brother's dick. And... and he called Nanul lucky it was Rave's turn to be first. Why would he say that?
Magx moaned when the otter's tongue brushed a certain spot. Nanul realized the croc wasn't holding his head down. His hands were brushing his fur gently. He was enjoying this. Was it because Nanul was enjoying it? Could he use that?
Nanul took a chance and came up for air on his own. Magx didn't stop him. He looked up at the croc, but couldn't see anything except his chest. Quickly Nanul caught his breath and went back down on Magx. He did his best to look up, but he couldn't see much from where he was.
"This otter is fucking good, mate!" Magx said.
"I know! I wanna keep this one for a while! Get more than one time outta him!"
"I think we will! Would you like that, Nanul? Get to see the real Australia, not those tourist holes. We'll keep ya as a pet and the two of us fuck you every night."
Nanul consciously lied this time. He rose from the water, took a breath and nodded.
"I think he means it, mate!" Rave said as he pounded faster and faster. "I always wanted a fuck buddy."
Nanul took the excuse to look back at the croc behind him. He rammed Nanul. It felt good. Really good. Nanul was past that now; it left room for his brain to work. The otter suddenly felt he had a degree of control.
"Hey, flip me over. I wanna see both of you."
Both Rave and Magx laughed.
"We got ourselves a slut!" Rave said.
"Whaddya say, mate, should we let him enjoy it, too?"
"Why not!"
Rave pulled out. Nanul gasped as his body settled back down to fill the vacuum it left behind. They flipped him stomach up. Nanul now faced down his belly at Rave. He saw the pole that was just in him. Unlike Magx, Rave's was long enough to poke well above the water. Magx wasn't kidding. The thing was as long as Nanul's arm and even thicker! Hard to believe he had taken all of it!
Rave noticed where Nanul's eyes were. His toothy grin spread and he grabbed himself. Squeezed it. Showed Nanul from a couple different angles. It spanned four of the croc's hand grips.
"You like that don't ya?" Magx said. "Stuns me every time I see it, and I been starin at it for 20 years."
Rave pointed it down. Nanul braced himself. Rave pushed. He barely had to; Nanul was so loose now it just slid right in. It didn't hurt either. Nanul flattened out and moaned. His hard on stiffened instantly, standing out against his blue fur.
The otter stretched his neck back. He searched for Magx's cock. Eventually Magx moved him to just the right position for him to take it down his muzzle. It was easier on his back, even though he was underwater. Naul settled down into more of reclining position. Magx's dick bent downwards easily. Nanul settled below the river and looked up. Now he could see both brothers through the water.
Rave was looking at his brother while he pounded Nanul. His deep grunts and moans were aimed straight at Magx. The bigger croc, meanwhile, was in total bliss as Nanul worked his meat. He also looked straight at his brother. As they lost themselves in the feeling they took from Nanul, they gradually leaned closer to each other. Closer. They were so close, muzzles just a foot or two apart over his chest. It couldn't have been more obvious.
Nanul let go of Magx and came up for air. "Well?" he said.
The crocs turned their snouts down at him, both panting heavily, eyes still lost.
"You gonna kiss?"
Rave stopped thrusting. Magx glared at Nanul. Before they could do anything Nanul started talking.
"You should see yourselves! You're raping me, but it ain't me you're interested in!"
"Fuck off, otter!" Magx shouted. "We rape together, ain't nothin to it, now get back under!"
"Wouldn't you rather he do it? Or maybe you wish you could have it? You're right! The thing is gorgeous! Feels so good in me. Like I... Like I wasn't happy until--!"
Magx reached down and slammed Nanul's head under. Nanul found his meat and slid his tongue over it again. Magx's hips thrust a few times as the otter's tongue wrapped around it. The otter settled back down so he could watch the brothers again.
The crocs purposefully avoided eye contact with each other. Magx looked up at the sky. Rave looked down. Probably staring at Nanul's junk. Rave's thrusts seemed uneven. Before, they had been bold and uninhibited, but now they were erratic. Nanul suppressed a grin. In a strange way it looked so adorable, like a couple of teenagers too embarrassed to admit the obvious.
Nanul came up for air again. Magx's hand came down. The otter spoke before he could shut his muzzle.
"Now you're avoiding each other! It's so cu--!"
Magx's hand clamped his muzzle shut. Nanul smiled underneath his grip. He took a breath through his nose. Magx shoved it back underwater and Nanul found his meat again.
Now the brothers looked at each other, but it was more out of defiance. Nanul was no good at reading reptile emotions but he guessed they were thinking about it. Now that it had been brought to their attention, they weren't sure. Nanul did the only thing he could think of: give the best blowjob possible.
He worked his tongue over the croc's meat like he'd been doing it his whole life. Magx's dick was maybe half the size of Rave's, but it was just right for his muzzle. He put effort into it.
Slowly he realized he wanted to make the croc the happiest reptile in the world. He really did. It felt good, and if not for the fear of death this would be really hot.
Nanul must have been doing everything right; Magx leaned over and moaned. He began thrusting Nanul's muzzle. The otter kept it up for another minute. Now the croc jumped up a little, moving his hard on and Nanul's nose just above the water line. This was Nanul's air break now. Nanul figured it was all he needed, and he didn't complain.
Rave seemed to have lost himself in the otter again. He leaned over Nanul's body, gripping harder, trying to go even deeper. Their muzzles were less than a foot apart again, and for what must have been the first time in their lives, they noticed. They couldn't take their eyes off each other.
Nanul suckled the croc and waited. He stayed on the sweet spot. The pleasure pushed Magx closer and closer to his brother. Nanul sucked and worked it. Magx thrust. He grunted deep and loud. Nanul stayed on that spot. It pushed Magx over; his cock pulsated and filled Nanul's muzzle with thick goo. As he released, Magx leaned forward those last few inches and kissed Rave.
Rave halted.
Nanul swallowed. He raised his muzzle just enough to break the surface and took a quick breath.
Having crossed the line, Magx let go of Nanul, reached out, grabbed his brother and pulled him into his muzzle as he moaned. He kissed him with each burst of release, deeper and harder in time to his pulsing member and Nanul's tongue. The otter kept swallowing.
Rave pulled out, dove in and swam upstream.
Magx looked stunned. "Rave! Mate, I'm sorry! I don't know what happened I'm sorry!" He backed out of Nanul's muzzle and slipped beneath the river.
Nanul rolled over to his back, streamlined his body and swam with the current. He never slowed, even to take sharp curves. He stayed at full throttle the whole way. The sun was still in the sky when he started. It set by the time he plunged into the main waterway.
Boats drifted to and fro. Nanul dove deep and swam along the bottom to avoid getting caught in someone's propellers. Only now did he slow down. He gradually came to a stop and paused on the bottom of the river. A moment later, his mind caught up to him.
He almost died.
If he hadn't enjoyed it, he would probably be dead right now.
A sailboat floated overhead. Nanul let the current tilt him backwards and his eyes followed the shape.
It felt good.
He didn't fake it to stall for time. He was alive because it felt amazing.
And he almost wanted to go back and do it again.
The thought was horrifying and liberating at the same time. All those years wondering about himself... Nanul began to cry.
*
On a riverbank in some nameless region of the outback, two crocodiles sat. Their webbed feet dangled in the water. They periodically kicked algae from their toes as it collected.
The smaller one on the left spoke first. "You really do?"
Magx stared at the water. "I don't know. But... I..."
They sat in silence for a while.
Rave spoke up. "You know it was your idea to start raping the trespassers. We used to just eat em, save their fur if we could get somethin for it. Then you said let's have some fun with em first. You said you loved seein me fuck em, mate."
"Yeah, I did." Magx didn't look up.
They were silent for a bit longer. There was no sound except water against tree roots. Rave leaned back.
"So this whole time you wanted it for yourself?"
Magx sighed. "I'm sorry, mate."
Rave smiled and rubbed himself. He forced it out of his slit. It stood tall and thick.
"You know I didn't finish," he said.
Magx turned and faced his brother. His eyes were drawn to it. He emerged from his slit instantly. Rave smiled and waved himself around.
Magx bared his teeth, crawled over to him and straddled it. Rave reached up and felt his brother's chest. His hands traveled down and wrapped around Magx's member. Magx sat down on his brother's tip. He gritted his teeth--it hurt just as much as he imagined it hurt everyone--but he wanted to take it. All of it.
Rave leaned up and kissed him. "I never wanted them either."
Magx returned it, more passionate than ever, and worked the tip in. It was a long way down, but it was his. All his.