Shared Interests
Don't read this if you're not 18. Seriously... it's bad for your health. Causes blindness and all that.
Shared Interests by ArturusX
"Hey Trevor, you wanna come to the party with us tonight?" "No thanks, I'm working on my homework", the otter called over his shoulder. "Right, Dude... You're chatting on that one chat room, like always. Seriously, man, you need to get out of the apartment for once. There's gonna be tons of chicks there." The otter rolled his eyes as he spun in his computer chair. He stood and moved to the doorway, looking into the living room where his best friend Mark was sitting on the couch. "Ah! He is capable of leaving his computer chair!" The otter rolled his eyes once more. "Fine... I'll come with you, just let me get washed-up and dressed."
Trevor walked back into his room, closing and locking the door behind him. He padded over to his computer, scanning the various messenger windows and chats for new posts. Not finding anything of particular interest, he set his away message and told the other furs in the chat he was "going out". He shut off his monitor and turned to his closet. He looked into the full-length mirror hanging from one of the doors. "Man, I look rough...", the otter remarked to no one in particular. His fur looked dull and matted, his claws were untrimmed and dirty, and his breath reeked... "Comes with the territory I guess. Neglecting ones personal hygiene, cornerstone of any college male's life!"
The otter chuckled to himself and stripped off his clothes; a shirt that read "There are only 10 types of people in the world: Those that understand binary, and those that don't", a beige pair of baggy cargo pants, and his favorite boxers. They had the words "WARNNG: Objects in shorts are larger than they appear" written along the front waistband, and little side view car mirrors on the boxers themselves. He threw the clothes in the growing pile of dirty laundry on top of his hamper, too lazy to just open the hamper and put them in. He opened the door to his bathroom and padded in, the familiar blue wallpaper greeting him. He looked into the mirror over the sink, baring his teeth and inspecting them one by one. Satisfied he wasn't going to have to visit the dentist any time soon, he walked to the shower and turned on the water. He scratched his headfur with one paw, the other held under the stream to test the temperature. Once he was satisfied the water was warm enough he stepped in, pulling the shower curtain closed behind him.
The young otter picked up the value-sized bottle of Fur shampoo from the small lip of the bath and squeezed a large dollop into his webbed paw. He lathered the shampoo into his fur quickly, not wanting to hold Mark up any more than he already had. He washed his arms and legs, face, back, and neck. He always did his sheath and tail last, thinking it gross to wash ones privates before washing ones face. His paws pulled back his sheath, soapy water streaming over his flaccid member. "Haven't seen much action lately have ya, bud? Hopefully we can change that tonight." He finished washing up and toweled off, padding out of the bathroom and over to his closet.
"Time to put on my street clothes", the otter remarked as he pulled out his typical party outfit which consisted of a patterned green button down shirt over a simple white T-shirt, baggy khaki-colored pants, and his gray Adidas runners. He donned the clothes quickly, putting on his jewelry and watch and spraying on some Axe. He smelled his breath and remembered he hadn't brushed his teeth in a while. He ran back into the bathroom and squeezed some toothpaste onto his toothbrush, which sorely needed replacing as its bristles were fanned out nearly horizontally. He brushed quickly, looking at himself once more in the mirror. His short spiky headfur needed no real attention, just a quick run-through with his paw and it looked fine. He finished brushing and rinsed his toothbrush, placing it on the side of the sink.
"I'm all set, bro. Let's get the hell up outta here!" the otter exclaimed as he exited his room. "Dude, don't try to be a thug. You're about as thug as Martha Stewart." "Hey, she's spending time in jail... that qualifies as sorta thug, right?" The gecko chortled. "Yeah... real thug, Teeter... real thug."
Teeter had been Trevor's nickname since elementary school. An assignment had been to write his name and species on a small card the first day of school. He had written something resembling "Tee otter", as writing wasn't his strong suit as a pup, and he only knew how to spell the pet name his mom had given him, Tee. So the teacher, in a flash of witty brilliance, had decided to mix the two together and call him Teeter. The name stuck, and he'd kept it all through school. Now there were several variations: T-dawg, Teets, Skeeter... and several unsavory names he'd picked up from bullies and the like.
"So, are we going or what?" the gecko asked, interrupting the otter's daydream. "Sure, let's go." The pair walked down the three flights of stairs to Mark's beat-up Ford station wagon. "Hell yeah... time to fire up the chick magnet!" Mark joked as he opened the squeaky driver's-side door. Trevor just chuckled as he entered the car, rolling down his window to keep the car cool, as the air conditioner was broken. Mark turned the key and the car groaned a bit before starting begrudgingly. They pulled out of the parking lot of their apartment complex and started down the road.
"Where is this party, anyway? And who all's gonna be there?" the otter asked. "Oh, it's at Lozzie's place, and all the girls from Gamma Alpha Chi are gonna be there along with some of Lozzie's friends." "Great... Lozzie", the otter grumbled under his breath. Lozzie was the quintessential frat boy. He was a tall, muscular stallion who was in college only because of his football scholarship. He was the best quarterback in the country, which did wonders for his academic status. Lozzie never went to class, yet miraculously he had a perfect 4.0 GPA.
Trevor shook his head; his own 4.0 GPA had been earned through hard work and dedicated study. He seldom had time for anything but schoolwork, and what little time he did have was mostly spent online in chat rooms. He didn't have a girlfriend, as he tended to psych himself out of relationships, over-rationalizing that he "didn't have enough time" or they "wouldn't accept his quirks". He sighed quietly to himself, hoping, as always, that he'd meet someone at this party. That was the only reason he decided to tag along, aside from the free beer... to meet women.
The old station wagon puttered up to the Tri-Gamma frat house. The Tri-Gammas, also know as the G-squad, was the college's football fraternity. Every member of the football team was required to join not by the school, but by the other players. Hazing was rampant, and the pledges were tortured for a full month before becoming members. However, despite the unpleasant air of the Tri-Gammas, one thing was certain: They threw some amazing parties. Stories abounded of "Boots and Bras" night, when females from any number of sororities would come to the frat house wearing only bras, thongs, and cowboy boots. An impromptu judging panel was formed and the hottest of the girls got their pick of the guys.
Lozzie was always, always the first picked. Every girl wanted a glimpse of "The Cannon", as Lozzie himself called it. The other players never spoke of it, except in hushed whispers. Some said it was longer than their arms, and thicker than their wrists. Other simply had no words to describe it. The mystery surrounding "The Cannon" is what kept ladies coming to Lozzie. He wasn't smart or a gentleman, and he treated women like dirt. But the women kept coming, partly to see "The Cannon", and partly because they knew they could get a night of unbridled pleasure with no strings attached.
Lozzie had never had a girlfriend. His love life consisted of a nearly endless string of one-night stands. He was a guy that any gentleman would be disgusted with, but one that the other frat boys idolized as the pinnacle of all that could be achieved in one's relatively short-lived college experience.
The pair exited the battered car and approached the frat house where a small kangaroo greeted them, a small sign hung around his neck that read "Door Bitch". "Hello, sirs. Welcome to Tri-Gam's house of debauchery. Can I beg the pleasure of opening the door for you two gentlemen?" "Uhh... yeah. Sure thing, bud", mark said slowly, an eyeridge quirked in curiosity. "Oh, thank you so much... You've made my evening" the 'roo said dejectedly, opening the door.
The pair looked at each other and shook their heads, entering the house and looking about. They were amazed at what they saw. Girls of every species, size and shape adorned every couch, chair, and stool in the room. Most were just sitting around, sipping beer and talking. For some odd reason, the normal cast of football players were absent, just a few of the upperclassmen wandering about, talking to various females.
Lozzie spotted the two and trotted over, two vixens hanging from his muscular arms. "Howdy, fellas. You'll be joining our little game later tonight, right?" "What game?" asked the otter with a quirk of his eyebrow. "Oh, we're going to play a game of drunken truth or dare after we send the underclassmen to bed." "Sounds like fun, Lozzie. Count us in." Mark said with a smile. "What do you mean 'send the underclassmen to bed'?" the otter asked, a quizzical look masking his face. "Oh, part of initiation. All of the underclassmen sleep in one room, no beds or blankets, just a nice cold floor with each other's body heat to keep themselves warm." Trevor nodded slowly "Right." Lozzie spotted some other friends of his and clomped over without a parting word to the two furs.
The two roommates padded over to the cooler and each grabbed a Bud Light, taking a seat on a nearby leather couch. Mark looked around the room, visually sampling the many feminine delights scattered about. "Truth or dare with all of these girls? You're bound to find one that's willing to play, Teeter." "I can always hope right?" the otter quipped, taking a sip from his beer. Trevor looked around, spotting a few females that he'd consider sleeping with. "Not that it's really up to me, of course" he thought to himself. He took another large swig of his beer, finishing it. He felt the familiar slight buzz of intoxication, his lithe body and relatively small frame not the best for holding liquor. He caught a cute feline in the corner looking at him. She averted here eyes coyly as his gaze met hers, her ears swiveling back in a mild blush. He smiled at her reaction, thinking he now had a victim for his first dare, were she bold enough to choose it over truth.
Suddenly, one of the Tri-Gams stood and bellowed out a loud command to the few underclassmen not already in the upstairs bedroom to get lost. A few furs walked dejectedly up the carpeted stairs to their shared accommodations for the night. After the room was cleared of the pledges and underclassmen, everyone took a seat in various chairs, stools, and couches around the large living room. All told there were around 20 furs scattered throughout the room, many of the others present when Trevor and Mark had arrived already retired to their private rooms. Lozzie hopped over the back of a large couch, landing with a thud in the center, a few femmes scrambling to get seats next to him.
"Now that the kids are in bed, the grownups can play!" Lozzie remarked, winking to the vixen on his left. "So, who's going to kick this shindig off?" A large bull sitting on a stool raised his massive paw. "I'll go, Lozzie. You" he said, pointing to a well-endowed mare sitting in a recliner near the bar "Truth or Dare?" "Dare" she said with a smirk. "Okay, I dare you to take off your shirt and bra." "I'd love to take off my bra, sugar, but I'm not wearing one" she remarked with a wink, quickly slipping her shirt over her head, releasing her massive endowments to the assembled furs. Trevor rolled his eyes. "Jesus... could he have been any more blunt? Oh well, doesn't seem like she minds all that much."
He sipped his second beer as the game progressed. He nearly wet himself from laughing as a raptor-morph was dared to sing "I'm a Little Teapot" in his underwear while standing on his head. The game continued, furs forced to do various embarrassing things and reveal truths that they'd have most assuredly would have rather kept secret.
Trevor was nursing his fourth beer of the night, nearly dozing when he heard his name called. "Yo... Teeter. Truth or dare?" Trevor opened his eyes with a start, realizing it was Mark who had just asked him. Not wanting to have to do anything too embarrassing he answered meekly "Truth, I guess." "Alright, Teeter, I was saving this one just for you. What's is your most taboo fetish?" The otter immediately felt his heart skip a beat. Mark already knew what it was, and he couldn't believe he asked him in front of a room full of strangers. Since Mark knew, it also meant he couldn't make something up. His eyes shot daggers at his friend as he took a deep breath, preparing himself for the worst. "Well... I'm a uhh..." Lozzie spoke up from the couch "Spit it out already, Teets. We ain't got all night!" The otter scowled at the much larger horse, the alcohol pumping up his bravado. "Fine. I'm a fleshy, ya happy now?"
Half of the room broke out into uproarious laughter, the other half just looked around confused. "What the fuck is a fleshy?" asked a rhino-morph, the star center of the school team. "A fleshy is someone who finds... errm... humans... sexual arousing." "But, humans aren't real, dude" the rhino remarked with a smirk. "How can you get off to something that's not real?" "I don't know, I just do." Trevor wished he could just melt into his seat and not have to face the scathing laughter of the crowd. He chugged the rest of his beer and squirmed down into his seat.
"Now it's your turn, Teeter. Who ya gonna ask?" questioned Lozzie from the couch. Trevor's mind reeled from embarrassment. Suddenly, in a moment of clarity, he came upon the perfect dare. "Lozzie, truth or dare?" "Ha! Yer askin' me? Fine, dare. Bring it on, you fleshy freak." "I dare you to drop your trousers and whip out 'The Cannon'." "Hell no, you fleshy faggot. I don't whip it out in front of guys." "Why, is it because you're a pencil dick? Is that why you only sleep with girls once? You probably threaten them to keep them quiet... so they won't blow your cover and let everyone know that you've got a tiny prick." The stallion snorted in rage, veins in his neck standing in relief as he clenched his jaw. "I'll show you tiny, you little shit..." the stallion spat through clenched teeth.
Lozzie stood, nostrils flaring in anger at the small otter. He dropped his shorts to his ankles and began vigorously stroking his sheath. The vixen he'd been sitting with quickly dropped to her knees in front of him. "I'll do that, stud..." The stallion's paw halted its stroking as he leaned back, thrusting his hips toward the waiting vixen's maw. She began to trail a finger along the opening of his sheath and bathed his ebony sac with her thin tongue. "Get hard for me, baby... show me what you're packing..."
The stallion closed his eyes as he began to harden and slip from his sheath. 4 inches of black flesh slipped free from its fuzzy confines and began to thicken. "Yeah, baby... here it is..." More and more of the stallion's rapidly stiffening member slid out, pulsing with each heartbeat. The vixen turned her tongue's attentions to the blunt head as her paws hefted his large balls. Finally, with a satisfied grunt from its owner, "The Cannon" stood fully erect and pulsing proudly... at a scant 7 inches.
Jaws dropped open around the room as the myth of "The Cannon" was allayed. Some of the females giggled, whispering to one another and pointing at the far from impressive phallus. "That's it, Lozzie? Hell, I'm longer than that, and I'm what... half your size? Maybe you should rename it 'The Pistol'." The stallion snorted, fists clenched tightly as his self-confident air fell victim to his embarrassment and anger. "Get the FUCK out of my house, you little shit! And if you ever come back, I'll beat the piss out of you!" Trevor simply smirked. "Good luck getting girls to bed with you now, Lozzie. Can't say it was nice knowing ya."
The otter grabbed his friend's arm and stood quickly, draining his beer and walking to the front door. He threw it open, knob banging loudly against the wall as he stormed out. Trevor turned around, the liquid courage he'd imbibed earlier still affecting his judgment. "Oh... one more thing. You'll never amount to anything. You've coasted along this far on your "charm" and good looks. I can't wait until you get out into the real world and everything comes crashing down around your ears. I'll be happy to drive by and laugh in your face when you ask 'Do you want fries with that, sir?' Have a nice life, you bigoted asshole." With that, the otter slammed the door closed and stomped, furious over to Mark's car.
Mark looked at his friend in a drunken haze, half admiring the courage of the small otter to stand up to Lozzie, half annoyed that he'd never be allowed to party with the Tri-Gams again. "Wait... neither of us is in any shape to drive. Maybe we should call a cab." "Mark, do you have any idea what Lozzie will do to your car if you leave it here overnight?" "Good point, Teeter. Who's going to drive us, then?"
"I will", spoke a soft voice from a rocking chair to the pair's left. Trevor looked over and saw the feline that had been looking at him earlier. "I haven't had anything to drink tonight, so as long as you guys don't mind, I'll be happy to give you a lift." "Yeah," chimed Mark "that'd be great. But wait a second... How are you going to get home?" "Well, I could crash at you guys' place." Trevor perked up for a moment. "How about it, Mark?" Mark looked wearily at his friend. "We don't have any room, bro. Ricky's crashing on our couch and his friend is in the empty room." The otter nodded slowly, his hopes crushed. "Yeah..."
The feline smiled softly. "Well, then how about you guys stay at my place for the night? My roommates are out of town, and they wouldn't mind you guys staying over anyway." The otter grinned stupidly. "That sounds like a great idea!" "Whoa, dude... Do you have any idea what Angela would do to me if she knew I slept over at another girl's place? She'd friggin' castrate me!" The otter growled under his breath. The feline then said the words that endeared her to Trevor forever. "How about I drop you off and you", she said, smiling to the otter "can spend the night with me. That way, you can make sure I don't steal your friend's car or something, and he won't get in trouble with his girlfriend." The otter beamed. "Yeah, that'll work. Let's get the hell out of here before Lozzie beats me into a pulp."
The trio piled into the station wagon and started off towards Trevor and Mark's apartment. Trevor gave the directions as Mark was trashed, having downed three beers before taking a few shots of tequila as a dare. "Left here, and then the last right at the end of the street. Ours is 4525." "Gotcha" the feline said, nodding as she followed the directions. "Yeah, this is it. Thanks." Trevor looked into the back seat where Mark had fallen asleep and was drooling on himself. "Mark... Hey, Mark... MARK!" Mark jumped, smacking his head on the roof of the car. "OW! Dammit, man... not so loud." "We're home. Do you think you can make it upstairs on your own?" "Yeah, I'm good..." The gecko opened the door and pulled himself out of the vehicle, making his way up the stairs to the apartment. "See you some time tomorrow, Mark." The gecko mumbled something as he dragged himself up the second flight of stairs, disappearing from view.
The feline backed the car out of the parking lot and pulled out onto the main road. "So, where do you live... uhh... I didn't catch your name." "Bethany. And I live in a house about two miles from campus. My parents bought it and the rent that they charge my roommates pays for pretty much everything except the groceries." "Ah, that's cool. Nice to meet you, Bethany. I'm glad you were around to drive me and Mark home. We'dve been screwed otherwise." "Don't mention it, Trevor. Happy to help. It was wrong of Lozzie to call you what he did, he such an asshole. I can't believe I even went to the party. He's been trying to get into my pants ever since we met back in high school." "You knew him in high school?" "Yeah, he was an arrogant prick back then, too. Always picking on smaller guys, calling them "fag" and "homo" just to look tough for the girls. Well... the vapid, vacuous girls he likes to sleep with. It didn't work on me since I have some semblance of a brain, and I don't go for jock assholes like him, pardon my French." "Oh, no problem. I hate the guy. To be honest, I just went to the party to look for girls." The feline smiled. "Well, looks like you got one. And she's even invited you back to her place."
The otter grinned for a moment before frowning. "But the whole fleshy thing... aren't you weirded out?" The feline shook her head. "Not at all. I'm a fleshy myself." The otter's jaw nearly fell into his lap, both at the admission, and at the matter-of-fact way in which it was stated. "You're shitting me, right?" "Nope. I've been a fleshy for years. My roommates are fleshies, too. In fact, they're out of town at a convention as we speak." "Really? Which one?" "FleshCon." "Wow! I've wanted to go to FC for a long time, I just couldn't afford the tickets and the airfare." "Yeah, I just can't afford to miss my classes. It didn't matter for my roommates because they didn't take any summer classes. Well, here's my house."
Trevor peered through his window as the station wagon pulled into the driveway. The two-story house was gorgeous. It was separated by a good distance from the main highway and surrounded by a lush green lawn. There was a sizable front porch on which sat two rocking chairs. "You live here?" "Yep, this is home sweet home." "Nice... wish I could live here. Way better than my apartment." The feline nodded with a smile. They exited the car and walked to the front door. Bethany unlocked and opened it, waving Trevor in. "After you." "Thanks."
Trevor walked in as Bethany hit the switch for the hall light. The house was even nicer inside than out. It had a "homey" feel, pictures of its occupants' relatives hanging from the walls. There was a large leather sectional in the living room along with two recliners and a big-screen TV. The kitchen had an island sink, and what appeared to be a brand new range, oven, and microwave. "My room's upstairs. I'll give you the grand tour if you'd like." "Sure, that'd be great."
The feline led Trevor upstairs to a hallway. Four doors lined the hall, three of which had a sign hanging on them listing the name of its occupant. "Grace and Trudy?" "Yep, those are my roommates. You'll be sleeping there", Bethany said as she pointed to the unmarked door, "in the guest room." "Geez... you've even got a guest room." The feline nodded and opened her door, flicking on the light as she entered. "Come on in."
Trevor walked in, immediately in awe. Pictures of humans, male and female adorned the walls. His attention was immediately drawn to a scene of a female human wearing jeans... and nothing else... standing on a rock overlooking the ocean. "I like your choice of artwork." "Thanks. Most of them are commissions I got done, but a few are prints of pictures I found on the 'net." "Yeah, I have a few pictures on my computer, but most of them are... well... a bit on the naughty side." The feline giggled to herself as she turned on her computer. "I have quite the collection of naughty human pictures myself. Wanna see?" The otter blushed heavily, hands fidgeting in his lap as he sat on the edge of her bed. "Umm... sure." The feline giggled cutely as she turned to her computer, waiting for it to finish booting up. "Not to pry, but what species of feline are you, Bethany?" "Me? I'm a lioness, can't you tell?" "Well, I thought you were, but in today's day and age, you can never be too sure, ya know?" "Yeah... I see your point."
Bethany's computer booted up to her desktop, which had a picture of a sleek, well-muscled male human holding on to a pull-up bar over his head. "That's a nice desktop, too." "Yeah, I designed the picture myself. Wish I could say I drew it. Sadly, my artistic skills are rather lacking." "I'm a pretty good artist, but I never really draw humans. I tend to get rather worked-up when I try to." "I can see how that might happen", the lioness said with a smile.
She clicked through a few folders, ending with one labeled "Open at your own risk!" Trevor caught a glimpse of a few of the filenames, most of which were rather suggestive in nature. She clicked on one of the files, opening the picture. It showed to female humans engaged in a rather wet 69. Trevor immediately felt himself harden within his sheath. "That's... very nice", the otter remarked, resting his paws in his lap to hide his growing arousal. "Yeah, it's one of my favorites, but this next one is pretty nice..."
The lioness paged through the pictures, each seemingly more erotic than the next until she finally settled on a charcoal drawing of a male taking a female from behind. "This one is my absolute favorite. The expression on their faces... You can almost feel their pleasure just by looking at them." The otter gasped as he looked at the picture. Bethany turned in her computer chair, a quizzical look on her face. "What? That good, huh?" The otter blinked, dumbfounded. "You said that was your favorite?" "Yeah... why? Do you have it, too?" "Yeah... I have it. I'm the guy who drew it."
It was the lioness's turn to gasp as she looked in shock at the otter. "You drew that!? You're Magellan?" "Yeah, it's the pseudonym I use." "I have all of your work! I even joined your mailing list!" Trevor scratched his head, a bit embarrassed at Bethany's reaction. "I'm really not all that good..." "Are you kidding me?" the lioness scoffed. "The emotion you put into your pictures... The expressions... the detail... It's so amazing. I can't look at this picture without getting turned-on." The otter chuckled softly. "Nor can I. It took me ages to draw it; I had to keep stopping to paw-off. Oh my God! I can't believe I just said that!"
The lioness slid up to Trevor, placing a paw softly onto his upper thigh. "It's okay, don't be embarrassed. I did the same thing when I saw it." The otter looked up aghast. "Y-you did?" "Yes. Several times in fact." The lioness's paw inched higher, brushing against Trevor's painfully erect member. "Seems it still has the same effect on you..." The otter shuddered at the caress of his shaft. "Y-yeah... it does. Well, it and you." "Aww... isn't that cute. But aren't we past the small talk stage? I think we jumped right into the 'gratuitous fucking' stage." "I like the sound of that", quipped the otter. "I thought you might. Now get these damn pants out of my way."
The otter stood quickly, removing his shirt, throwing it in the corner. His pants and boxers soon followed, his ample shaft standing proudly, fully extended from its sheath. "My... when you said you were bigger than Lozzie, you weren't kidding." The otter chuckled nervously. "Umm... thanks." The lioness looked up at Trevor, pushing him softly to sit once more on the bed. She took the thick shaft in her paws, stroking it as she licked a drop of pre from the tip.
Trevor was in heaven. Here he had found a gorgeous fur who was a fleshy and loved his art. Not only that, but she was currently nursing him like a kitten starving for milk. "B-bethany... GODS that feels good..." The lioness smiled around the thick shaft in her mouth, feeling it press against the back of her throat. Her eyes widened as she realized that a good deal of the ottercock was still in front of her lips. Steeling herself, she pushed forward onto the thick shaft, feeling it enter her throat slightly. She tried her best to suppress her gag reflex, squinting her eyes closed as she took the last few inches of the shaft, feeling her nose bump the velvety fur of the otter's crotch. She smiled inwardly, and began to bob her head slowly, dragging her textured tongue along the underside of the otter's member.
Trevor shuddered violently as the slightly rough tongue bathed his sensitive shaft. He felt her paws lightly cupping his sac, fingers rolling the twin orbs. He yipped in surprise as a finger found its way to his puckered tailhole, pressing slightly inward. "Gods! I-I won't last l-long if you keep this up..." The lioness simply looked up and continued her ministrations, her finger snaking its way into Trevor's virgin orifice. She began to lightly pump the digit in counterpoint to the bobbing of her head. Trevor gripped the sheets on the bed tightly, head thrown back in rapture as the lioness's finger pressed into him again and again, her tongue dragging along the sensitive underside of his shaft. Bethany then began to piston her finger into the otter's tailhole, withdrawing a bit from the long shaft to suckle just the tip, her other paw still fondling his velvet-furred sac. Trevor arched his back, feeling his climax nearing. "I-I'm close... Be-Bethaneeee...." With a final thrust of her paw, she sucked in as hard as she could, tongue tracing over the tip of the ottercock in her mouth. Trevor shuddered and barked aloud as he came, body wracked with spasms as he shot thick strings of cum into the lioness's waiting maw. Bethany flicked her tongue over the now hypersensitive head of the otter's shaft, prolonging his climax. Pulse after pulse of Trevor's seed poured forth, the lioness swallowing quickly to keep up with the copious flow. With a final shudder and the loud rush of exhaled breath, Trevor collapsed back onto the bed, panting as the last few weak pulses of his seed were harvested by the lioness.
Bethany licked her lips, swallowing the last of the otter's gift with a smile and climbed onto the bed, unbuttoning her shirt and removing it. The otter looked up into Bethany's striking yellow eyes. "That was... fucking amazing. Where did you learn to do that?" The lioness continued to disrobe, sliding her short skirt from her legs, revealing a white thong. "Oh... let's just say I've had lots of practice with some of my larger... toys." The otter chuckled softly, still panting from the intensity of his climax. His eyes were glued to her ample breasts as she reached behind her back to undo the clasp. With a snap, she pulled the straps from her shoulders, sliding the garment down slowly, revealing her white-furred breasts. Her pink nipples stood erect from her downy pelt as she threw the bra in the corner with the other clothes. She slid from the bed, standing aside it as she lowered the thong from her hips slowly, bending at the waist the give Trevor a full view of the rounded globes of her rump. As the thong slid from her hips, Trevor saw the glistening of the pouting pink lips of her sex. She stepped first one leg, then the other from the garment and turned, throwing it over her shoulder. "Do you like what you see, Trevor?" The otter nodded, a goofy smile plastered on his face. "Very much, Bethany. I'd be able to give you a better opinion with a closer inspection, though." "As you wish." The lioness slid onto the bed, laying her head back onto the pillows. Her paws trailed up her thighs, passing over her tight stomach and coming to rest on her breasts, toying with the nipples. She slowly brought her knees up toward her chest, baring her sex to the otter.
Trevor turned to face the head of the bed, slowly moving until his muzzle was hovering over the lioness's treasure. His eyes were locked to hers as his paws pressed softly against the insides of her thighs, urging her to spread them further. Bethany obliged, opening herself fully to the otter. With a smile, Trevor lowered his head to examine her glistening slit. It was perfect. The pink lips glistened with her honey, pouting slightly in her arousal. He placed his thumbs on either side of her sex, pulling slightly to spread the thin lips. Bethany moaned aloud, purring deeply as her otter lover blew a soft breath over her engorged clit, the cool air stimulating the warm flesh. Trevor's tongue flicked out, gathering a bit of her feminine juices. He loved the taste... like ambrosia to his palette. His thin tongue licked over her lips, avoiding the little nub at the top for now, teasing the lioness. He pressed his tongue into her, wriggling it about and gathering all of her honey that he could find. His tongue withdrew, swallowing the fragrant fluid with a smile.
"Here... get on your paws and knees for me. I think you will enjoy this." The lioness opened her eyes slowly, paws leaving her breasts reluctantly, the diamond-hard nipples jutting into the cool air. "Better than that? I can't wait..." The lioness rolled to her stomach, lifting herself onto her knees, resting her weight on one paw as the other played with her hardened nipple. The otter pressed his muzzle to her sex once more, picking up where he left off. His cold nose bumped into her clit, bringing a sharp gasp from the lioness. He pressed forward still, his short muzzle slowly sinking into her depths. His paws rested on her firm rump, massaging the cheeks softly.
Bethany gasped as the otter's muzzle entered, the soft fur unlike anything she had ever felt. The otter smiled to himself as his muzzle reached full penetration, the warm folds of the lioness's sex pulsing, knowing the best was yet to come. He began to chirr softly, vibrations issuing forth from his throat. "Oh... GODS! Trevor!" The lioness nearly came then and there, the sensation of the otter's chirring completely unexpected. The otter smiled as he chirred louder, one of his paws leaving the lioness's rump to toy with her engorged clit. Bethany felt like her whole sex was aflame with pleasure. Never had any of her toys felt like this. Her head thrashed from side to side as her arm nearly buckled under the strain of supporting her weight. The otter continued, thumb rubbing against her clit as his muzzle continued to vibrate within the lioness's passage. Bethany felt her climax rising, waves of pleasure threatening to drown her. Trevor felt the lioness's walls begin to tighten around his muzzle and knew Bethany was close. His thumb began to flick over the swollen nub of her clit as he increased the intensity of his chirrs to their utmost. Bethany's eyes shot open at the dual stimulation, her body tensing as the waves of climax crashed down upon her. "TrevorrrrRRRR!" She roared aloud, body wracked with sensations unlike any she had felt before. A flood of juices coated the otter's muzzle as he continued to toy with her clit, tongue gathering all of the honey he could as her walls tightened, attempting to draw him in even deeper. Bethany's back arched deeply as the final waves of orgasm turned her muscles to jelly and she collapsed onto the bed, her arms no longer able to support her weight. She panted heavily, sucking in great gulps of air as the otter withdrew his muzzle and began cleaning her juices from it, savoring the wonderful flavor. He tenderly licked the lips of her sex, not wanting to waste any of her delicious honey.
Trevor slid up the bed, resting his head next to hers on the pillows, stroking her shoulder lovingly, letting her bask in afterglow's warm embrace. She turned to face him, eyes-half lidded as she came down from her intense climax. "That was indescribable, Trevor. I've never felt anything like it. I've never cum so hard in my life." "I'm glad you enjoyed it, Bethany. I certainly did." The lioness smiled and stroked the otter's cheekfur lovingly. She rolled over, lifting herself to a sitting position, eyes still locked to the otter's. She leaned down, kissing the otter softly. Trevor's arms reached up to embrace the lioness, paws stroking the downy fur of her back as the kiss deepened, tongues playing along one another, each tasting their own juices. They both melted into the kiss, Bethany lying atop the otter, knees straddling his waist.
Bethany withdrew slowly as she felt something press against her thigh. The lioness turned and looked down, noticing the otter was once again fully erect and dripping pre. "Ready again? I guess what they say about otters is true." "Oh? What do they say about otters?" "That you're insatiable in bed." "I've heard the same of lions... Let's put the myths to the test, shall we?" The lioness smiled softly and leaned forward once more, full breasts pressing against the otter. Their lips pressed together, soon parting as their tongues began once more to dance against each other. The lioness pulled away reluctantly and slid down the otter's body, his soft fur stimulating her nipples. Trevor felt the tip of his ottercock press against the lioness's outer lips, moistened again in her renewed arousal. She slid down further, the first few inches of the otter's shaft slipping in easily, the pair gasping in shared pleasure at the entry. Bethany continued slowly downward, the otter's thick shaft stretching her pleasantly. Trevor moaned out as the lioness's hips came to rest on his own, her walls gripping him exquisitely.
They began the timeless dance of thousands of lovers before them, Bethany lifting herself slowly, only to drop once more onto her otter lover. Trevor gripped the lioness's hips, thrusting upward to meet her as she would lower herself. They continued for what seemed like an eternity, each making small sounds of pleasure as they coupled. Their pace quickened slowly, each wanting to savor this moment for as long as they could. They looked always into each other's eyes, peering into each other's very souls.
Trevor saw visions of the future as he peered into Bethany's emerald pools... visions of a happy life together... visions of children playing in the yard, their yard... visions of nights filled with passion, making love with this gorgeous creature until the sun crested the horizon, bathing them both in it's golden light, it's glow illuminating their entwined bodies. He smiled at her, knowing somehow that she shared the same visions. Mostly he envisioned acceptance... acceptance that he had always longed for but had never received. He knew that he would have that acceptance with Bethany... acceptance of all that he was, of all that he wanted to be, of the things they had in common, and the differences between them.
Trevor reached up, pulling the lioness down to him, kissing her deeply. He continued to thrust, driven by the passionate love he felt for the lioness in his arms. Their kiss continued for a few moments before the lioness threw back her head, gasping as her second climax of the night took her, her walls contracting tightly about the shaft held within them. The otter withdrew a hissed breath through clenched teeth at the increased friction, willing himself not to climax yet, wanting nothing more than to please his leonine lover. His thrusts took on a frenzied pace as Bethany began to thrust in counterpoint, their hips meeting with the loud slaps of wet fur against wet fur. Trevor reached up, taking the lioness's full breasts into his paws, squeezing them and toying with the nipples. The lioness yowled in pleasure, leaning back, resting her weight on her arms behind her, thrusting her ample endowments into the otter's waiting paws. He plowed madly into her now, one paw moving from her breast down to the nub of her clit, his thumb flicking over it rapidly.
They both knew they were close, each sensing the subtle changes in the other that heralded their rapidly approaching peaks. The lioness leaned forward once more, paws resting on the chest of the otter beneath her, her breath coming in rapid pants as her impending orgasm threatened to overwhelm her. Trevor gripped the rounded hips of the lioness atop him, thrusting into her frenetically, his eyes shut tightly as he sought to stave off his climax for just a few short moments, wanting to share that moment with Bethany. With a final thrust, the pair came simultaneously, the lioness's walls contracting tightly, milking the seed from the otter's shaft. They both shouted each other's names before the intensity of their passions caused them both to be able to do little more than cry out in ecstasy. Their climaxes continued for a seeming eternity, Bethany's clenching walls driving Trevor to unknown heights of rapture, the otter's thrusts and great gouts of hot seed doing the same for the lioness. With a shudder, Trevor thrust into the lioness one last time, holding himself within her fully as the last dredges of his seed were pulled from him by the lioness's convulsing walls. Bethany collapsed atop her lutrine lover, her walls relaxing around his member as her own climax ended.
The two lovers simply lay in each other's embrace, panting heavily, trying to recover from the intense pleasure they had just experienced. Trevor was the first to speak, panting out words breathlessly as he gulped air. "That was... the most indescribable... thing that I've... ever experienced." The lioness nodded slowly, her paws trailing through the otter's chestfur as she slipped from atop him. "Yes... it was amazing." "Sharing it with you... someone who accepts me made it that much more special." "Indeed... There's no one I'd have rather spent the night with than you, Trevor." The otter smiled warmly, looking into the sparkling eyes of his lover. "You're just so... perfect. You accept me like no one else ever has. From the bottom of my heart... Thank you." The lioness returned the smile, throwing an arm over the otter's chest. "Thank you, Trevor. For accepting me as I accept you. For sharing yourself with me as I shared myself with you." The lioness leaned forward, kissing Trevor tenderly before laying her head against the pillows once more. "I love you, Bethany." "And I you, Trevor."
The pair slowly drifted to sleep in each other's arms, each dreaming of a beautiful future together.
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