Trust Among Otters
Trust Among Otters by Rahne Kallon
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There he goes taking his position among the diving board, preparing for some spectacular move with a confident smile on his face. Several people in the pool cheer him on, and I can tell he just loves the attention as I watch from the hot tub several feet away. He then dives, doing a triple front-flip in mid-air before plunging seamlessly into the pool like the flexible mustelid he is.
Kemen Wurston. The one otter above all else who's almost guaranteed to make the swim team. And my biggest competitor.
"Man, I wish I could do that," the cheetah sitting across from me expresses with earnest enthusiasm.
"What's stopping you, Keaton?"
"You kidding? I'm not as flexible as you otters are. No cat on earth could do that."
I just shake my head with the faintest hint of a smile. I love the flattery.
"Why don't you go up there, Devon? Show everyone what you're made of."
"I prefer to practice when I'm alone. Besides, I don't need Kemen's jesty bullshit. One otter in the pool is enough. They don't need me, too."
Keaton arches a brow. "What's that supposed to mean? Have you got something against him?"
"Kemen's just like most otters; he's a playful little prick who loves playing pranks on people, and never knows when to quit."
Keaton chuckles and moves over to my side of the tub. "You sure you're not just stereotyping him?"
"He's no different than most of the otters I've met."
"Okay, so he likes to play around. So do you, Devon."
"Hardly. And even so, I don't fuck people over. I've heard Kemen takes it way too far."
"Mm. And he's your main competition for the swim team, right?"
"Right."
"Shame," Keaton remarks, "he's freaking hot, too. Heh, if it was me, I'd be too busy fucking him to compete with him." He grins.
I scoff and turn my head back toward the swimming pool, brushing Keaton's comment off like it doesn't mean anything. But honestly, it kinda does. I can't deny that Kemen's dazzling; if he wasn't so playful and full of himself, I'd jump into bed with him in a heartbeat, for sure. But I have my sights set on someone else: Nathan Ampton, the swim team's captain. That's who I want. Unlike most otters, he's not some immature little prankster. He's nice, charming, absolutely gorgeous, and hands down the best swimmer in this school. I mean, the fact that he's captain, alone, should say enough about his abilities, but I've seen him; the way he glides through water is just beautiful, and I can't help but wish I could swim like that, too.
Kemen can't hold a candle to that. None of us can.
I suddenly notice Kemen eying me from the swimming pool, with a devilish smirk. I shouldn't be surprised, being that we're the only otters in the pool area at the moment.
"You sure you don't wanna go over there?" Keaton says encouragingly.
"I'll pass. Besides, it's about time I got to my last class. And don't you have track practice?"
"Thanks for reminding me..." he says, rolling his eyes before finally getting out of the tub. "See you soon, Devon. And dude, try not to get worked up over Kemen. He's just one guy. When it comes down to it, what really matters is who's the better swimmer." He smiles with a mock gesture.
"Sure," I say quietly, waving him off before exiting the hot tub myself soon after.
I would have liked to get some actual swimming in, but I'll just have to come back later tonight, when no one's around. Then I can go skinny-dipping. I'm looking forward to that. A quiet snicker leaves my lips; I can't help it, I love swimming naked. It's so much easier and the relieving sensation you get from actually swimming with no clothes on is one that I simply can't describe. And best of all, no one to disturb you when you're swimming. Unless you get caught, of course, but I never get caught. I just have to wait a couple more hours.
Fully dried and clad in my dark blue shirt and black shorts, I'm wandering the halls of Lakeshore University after class until I'm stopped by a poster on one of the walls.
The annual swim competition, this year between Toronto's Lakeshore University and Vancouver's Trudan Fare University. Six weeks away.
My webbed feet are stuck to the tiled floor and my eyes are glued to the poster, as if I really need a reminder for what I'm working toward. But this is it, right here. I want to be in that competition. I want to represent Lakeshore University in one of Canada's biggest sporting events of the year. I want to show everyone that we have the best team in the country.
"It's gonna be huge," a familiar voice says from behind me. It's Nathan. I turn around, immediately taking in the sight of him, marveling over that gorgeous, perfectly lithe body of his. This is one of the few times I've seen him where his fur isn't glistening wet, but he's still just as mesmerizing as ever. "Getting a spot on the team is no easy task, though." He pats my shoulder.
"I know," I say with an eager nod. "But I can do it. Absolutely." I'm confident in my response as I smile at him. He shoots back with a smile of his own and ruffles my hair, messing my bangs a bit.
"We'll see." He nods solemnly. "I need to head off, though. Good luck, Devon," he parts with me, and takes off down the hall.
Good luck. Part of me wants to laugh at the notion that I even need luck to get a spot on the team; I'm one of the best swimmers in this school, and I'm sure he knows it. I didn't get this far with luck, I did it with skill. Maybe he knows I've got some major competition in Kemen...in which case... I don't know, maybe I will need luck to beat him. I guess we'll see.
Nine o' clock rolls eventually rolls around, and the pool is always empty around this time. Perfect. I quickly make my way down from my dorm room in nothing but a towel, in case anyone should see me, and soon enough, I'm outside. Now, my towel comes off, and I quickly feel the cool, night air rushing brilliantly against my fur. It feels fantastic. I quickly throw my towel over the gate, then hop over it myself, immediately ready to jump in the pool. Until I'm stopped by an interesting surprise.
Kemen's here, too.
"Shit," I say under my breath. I guess he had the same I idea I did, because he's also naked under the water. Goddamn it. I was really hoping to swim alone. This is just gonna be awkward. I feel like grabbing my towel and just leaving, but I've waited all day to do this, and skipping out on it now would be a waste. I don't want to let Kemen get in the way of my fun and practice. He acknowledges me with a glance and a smile before diving back under the water. Well...the pool is large enough for both of us. If I don't bother him, he won't bother me.
I take a deep breath and dive into the deep end of the pool, closing my eyes as I glide effortlessly through the water. It feels so incredible to finally be here, surrounding myself with this light blue depth and letting it soak into my fur. There's no better feeling in the world.
I showcase my dexterity by front-flipping and bouncing off one of the walls with my feet, launching myself back across the pool in the opposite direction, and the lack of clothing only increases my speed, so it's an easy zip back and forth.
Eventually, I come back up for breath and grab onto one of the rails at the deepest end of the pool, giving myself a quick break as I rest for a moment.
"That was pretty cool," Kemen says, swimming over to me with an approving smile.
My first thought is to roll my eyes and dismiss him, but admittedly, it's nice to have my skills acknowledged and praised by him, being that he's probably the one I need to worry about the most.
"You think so?" I ask, just to make sure he's not fucking around like he usually does.
"Absolutely. Not everyone can zip back and forth like that with that kind of speed. " He nods and gives me a quick thumbs up.
"Thanks," I say, somewhat surprised. Again, I probably shouldn't be surprised, since we're the only ones here. It was only a matter of time before one of us said something to the other.
"Of course I could do it, too, no problem." He grins, grabbing onto the same rail and situating himself beside me.
"Heh," is all that escapes my muzzle. I'm so close taunting him with 'oh, can you?' but I know he's not bluffing when he says he can.
"You doubt me?" He smirks at me as we continue soaking our bodies up to our chests.
"No, I'm sure you could. But that doesn't mean you can beat me in a lap." I humour him. A confident, yet teasing smile crosses my lips, and there's my taunt, which prompts him to snicker.
"We've never raced before. Besides...I probably could pound your ass right here." He's got that competitive look on his face now, almost like he's challenging me right here. And I can't deny that it, along with that mischievous smile, is one of the sexiest things I've ever seen, and the fact that he's dripping wet makes him all the more enticing. It almost makes me want to fuck him right here in the pool.
"Not before I pound yours," I grin back at him, and now he's in my face, and I can feel his body warmth in the water.
"Well, I'll tell you what. How about the winner give a real pounding to the loser?" He gives me another smirk, and I'm almost dumbfounded. The very thought nearly gets me hard in the water.
"How do I know you're not fucking around?" I have to ask, because... well, this is Kemen.
He then moves closer to me, still holding the railing with one arm while wrapping his other arm around my back. "Here," he says, slipping his tongue past my lips in a wet, sultry kiss. For a moment, I'm complete frozen against him as he skillfully explores the moist interior of my muzzle, until I grab him by the waist and roll my tongue in every direction with his, moaning breathlessly into his own muzzle. The kiss is so amazing, and I find myself suddenly marveling over this otter as he reduces me to mush with such lascivious skill.
He finally parts muzzles with me and smiles again. "You still think I'm fucking around?"
I'm practically speechless, and it takes me a moment to get my mind back to where it was before. "So you are serious."
"I've always believed in friendly competition and good sportsmanship." He nods.
That's a massive understatement when the stakes are set at the winner fucking the loser. I wouldn't turn that down, though, not in a heartbeat, especially with how hot he is. It just comes down to whether he'll keep his word or if this will just turn out to be one of his goddamn pranks. He's one of the main reasons I don't trust most otters, so I have to wonder how much stock I should put into his words...even if he practically shoved his tongue down my throat. I want to avoid being disappointed if it turns out he really is just playing with me.
He then releases me and holds himself against the wall with both arms. "What do you say... best of three laps across the pool?"
"Sounds good to me." I nod, following suit and lining myself up against the wall next to him. This is what I've been waiting for, and somewhat looking forward to; a quick run to see which one of us comes out on top. Admittedly, I'm a little nervous, because this is one guy who's really gonna push my swimming abilities to the fullest.
"Alright. Three... two..." My heart is beating fast as he counts down, and I can hardly hold myself against the wall. The suspense and anticipation is killing me, and I just want to go! "One!" he shouts, and I launch myself off the wall as hard as I can, gliding gracefully through the water as I make my way to the other side. He's just as quick in his own stead, and we're both determined to hit the wall first before the other one does.
In my haste to beat him, I perform a very clunky front-flip and bounce my feet off the wall. The first lap is mine, but my clunkiness costs me what could have been a good launch, and I'm forced to compensate as Kemen's more graceful turn allows him to propel himself powerfully from the wall, earning himself the lead. He swims with confidence, exerting himself much less than me, and he manages to steal the second lap, but when he reaches the wall he makes the mistake of doing that same turn, and pays for it. I regain my agility and flip off the wall with polish this timelike I should have done earlierand regain the lead by a whisker.
The last lap. Now we're both exerting ourselves, pushing to reach the wall first, and there's no way I'm gonna let him beat me. But he's not gonna give up either, and we're almost desperate the claim the last lap. Determined, we both reach the wall and pull our heads above water at the same time.
"Got it!"
"I won!"
We both say in unison, panting hard as we stand for a change and lean against the wall of the shallow end.
"I think we have a tie..."
"Looks like it," I'm breathless in my agreement, a little cramped, and I can tell he is, too, just from his pants. "So, I won one, you won one, and we have a tie."
"Why don't we just leave it at that?" He smiles again despite his heaving chest.
"And why would we do that?" I raise a brow, curious, but more like suspicious.
"I haven't swam that fast in a long time," he says, "isn't it best if we save a little bit of energy for that pounding?" He manages to grin now.
Somehow, I can't help but utter a small chuckle at him. "I guess I can't argue with that."
"How about we just say you won?"
"Me? How do you figure that?" I ask, more curious this time.
"Because," he says, placing his arms around my neck and embracing me. "I really want you to fuck me." His admittance and unabashed directness causes me to giggle slightly, which is something I don't often do, but I can't help it; he's so hot, and I find myself forgetting the reason I despised him in the first place.
"A happy loser..." I smile and my own paws settle along his waist as he kisses me again. This time our tongues are fierce against each other as we tilt our heads and deepen our increasingly passionate accord. One of his webbed paws travels achingly slow downward until he awards a firm squeeze to my sheath, causing me to gasp into his muzzle, which in turn fuels our kiss even more. I reciprocate the squeeze with one of my own paws on his luscious, almost perfect rump, and the entire time I can just imagine my cock embedded deep inside its lovely tightness.
Once we manage to tear our muzzles apart, we both gaze at each other with a lustful, wanton look. Soon, he begins stroking my growing erection under water, causing me to moan slightly, but to my surprise, he lets go just before I start getting into it.
"Come on," he says, licking my nose before releasing me and climbing out of the water. Horny, and clearly wanting him, I follow suit, getting out of the water as well. We lay ourselves down near the pool, and I get another lovely kiss before he quickly moves down my body, positioning himself at the pink erection between my legs.
He doesn't waste any time, and licks his way up my underside, causing me to shudder slightly. I quickly spread my legs for him, giving him all the room he needs as he takes my first three inches between those lovely lips, mercilessly teasing my tip with his tongue. Now I'm moaning again, and I can tell it's turning him on even morealong with the fact that he's got my cock in his mouth. He slowly slides down further, enveloping more of my length as he begins sucking hard. One of my paws finds its way onto his head, running through his slick, wet hair, encouraging him as he bobs his head with every hard suck, making sure to keep his tongue pressed firmly against my flesh.
He's driving me crazy, and his fantastic efforts are soon rewarded with precum as I gently hump into his muzzle. He starts moaning around my groin, and the vibrations in his throat are enough to make me come right then and there, and it's a miracle that I don't. He eventually lets my member slip free of his lips, and I'm eager for another kiss, of which he doesn't disappoint in the least. I can taste my own precum on his tongue, and he soon straddles my hips, grinding his rear against my raging hard on, while his own length makes its presence known on my stomach. I'm so desperate to be inside this otter, it's insane.
"You know which building I live in, right?" he asks, breaking our kiss again.
"Yeah, Building B. I live in A." I nod, almost impatient.
"Well, then..." he says, grinding his rear against me again in the ultimate torture. "You feel like claiming your prize up in my room?"
"In your room?"
"If you don't mind sex and snuggling in a nice, warm bed, as opposed to the outdoors...where someone might eventually catch us." He chuckles, running his tongue over my lips.
"No argument there. As long as I do still get that lovely ass of yours." I give his rump another squeeze before he gets off me.
"I think you'll be happy." He grins as we both stand up and grab our towels. "Meet up up there in two minutes, In room 32. I'll leave the door unlocked." He kisses me once more.
"Two minutes..."
"Two minutes." He nods before turning around and jumping over the gate, heading towards the aforementioned building.
What am I waiting two minutes for? I should be heading up there with him and pounding his ass the moment we hit the bed. I start wondering if this is another prank. I mean, we've... we've actually gotten along, we've had fun up to this point, and our time in the pool has admittedly caused me to rethink my attitude about him. Maybe I was being overly judgmental. Or just blind.
But it would be the ultimate 'fuck you' if it turns out he's just playing around. Maybe I'm just getting my hopes up. Then again, maybe I'm just being overly cynical. I like to think... I want to think our time together thus far has earned him the benefit of the doubt, at least.
It's been two minutes, now. I counted. I hop over the gate with my own towel, and quietly run across the grass to Dorm Building B, hoping that no one catches me; It's past ten o'clock, so I'm not expecting anyone to be out right now.
Once I'm in the building, I quietly head up to the second floor, and eventually come to room 32. I take a deep breath, hoping for the life of me that Kemen's not just messing around. He said the door would be unlocked, so...I turn the knob, and surprisingly, it opens. I quickly walk in, and close the door behind me, making sure to lock it. Then I head into the bedroom and...
"Hey, gorgeous." Kemen smiles genuinely, laying on his bed, still naked, with that beautiful erection of his. He...truly wasn't playing around at all. I'm really taken aback. I'm so surprised that I feel like jumping for joy...but instead I jump onto his bed and join him.
Without any words, we start kissing heavily, moaning eagerly into one another's muzzles, and we eventually settle into the same position we were before we left the pool; on my back with Kemen straddling me. He breaks the kiss, and we gaze at each other, both panting slowly before he grabs the lube from his nearby dresser, quickly spreading it under his tail and along my length before tossing it out of sight.
I'm so horny, and it's all happening so fast I can barely keep up, but everything explodes once he slides himself all the way down my length until I'm firmly snug and hilted inside him. It feels more exquisite than I imagined, and my toes are curling slightly as I adapt to the overwhelming pleasure sweeping both of our bodies. We're both gasping, moaning in delight as he grinds along my hips and clenches his muscles, driving me wild with his tightness.
"Come here," I say in earnest, pulling him back down for another kiss as I begin thrusting upwards and moaning into his muzzle again. All the while, he's happily riding me, making sure to slam himself down against my thrusts, maximizing the penetration and pleasure for both of us.
Now, more than ever, his tongue is hungry and vicious against mine, fighting me for control of our muzzles as I fuck him. That is, until I start hitting his prostate, making him squirm against me from the additional sensation. I quickly take advantage and roll us over, readjusting us to missionary position, which allows me to plunge myself deeper inside him with each thrust. The whole time he's just clenching against me, embracing every nuance, and we kiss like never before while I simultaneously jerk his own cock.
My orgasm hits me like one I haven't felt in a long time, and it's incredible as I fill Kemen's bowels with jets of my seed. Our moans turn to breathless gasps again, and I'm still jerking him even as his own cum spills all over my paw, in addition to our stomachs. It's insanely hot.
We're both panting just as we were in the pool; exhausted, spent, and back in each other's arms. He looks at me with a soft smile, and...I begin to feel like a dick for the way I've constantly judged him and dismissed him.
He just sighs against me and licks my nose again, apparently something he likes to do, and I finally smile back at him and return the lick to his own nose as we hold each other.
"So, you feel like a winner?" he asks.
"I think...we're both winners," I reply.
"I like the sound of that." He chuckles tiredly. "Whatever the case, I wish you good luck on getting a spot on Lakeshore's team."
"Really?" Kemen wishing me luck? I wasn't expecting that.
"Yeah. You're a great swimmer, Devon. I'm sure you'll make it."
Wow. He really means it. That's really... nice. Makes me feel like even more of a dick, because here I am with my rival of sorts, and he's wishing me good luck. Once again, this otter has taken me by surprise... but in a wonderful way.
"Good luck to you, too, Kemen." I smile again before rolling us onto our sides, but making sure to keep my cock inside him for now. He nods with another smile of his own before giving me a tired kiss.
"What time is it?" I suddenly ask.
"Probably close to eleven. Got classes tomorrow?"
"Yeah..." I say with a sigh.
"Mm, so do I." He says, and I can see the reluctance in his eyes.
"Why don't you just sleep here tonight? We can shower in the morning, if you like. Unless you wanna trek all the way back to your building in just a towel." He grins.
"You really are unbelievable, you know?" I giggle and kiss his nose. "Thanks, Kem."
"No problem," he says, ruffling my hair.
And now he's letting me spend the night in his bed. I'm left speechless once again. But it's nice. It's more than nice; it's wonderful.
I still don't know who's the better swimmer, or which one of us, if either of us at all, is going to get on the swim team. But there is one thing I do know, now more than ever.
Otters aren't so bad.