FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

For a dear old friend.

She crept towards the shore, cutting through the water with a gentle, easy kick. The moon was nearly full tonight, and the sleek, brown furred lass was still allowing her eyes to adjust. The almost unreal darkness of the deep sea was where Leilani normally dwelled. There, the faintest hint of bioluminescence flickered like torchlight... at least to her. Most men would be crushed at that depth. But to be fair, most men weren't sea otters.

That last sentiment was exactly what was running through Leilani's head, oddly enough. With each quiet stroke that brought her towards the distant island shore, the girl rehearsed the string of logic that helped to bury her uneasiness.

'Most men aren't sea otters. The more you explore, the more men you meet. The more men you meet, the more you're exposed to non-sea otters. You can't help who you fall in love with...'

And then the guilty corner of her brain, steeped in the mire of social and tribal norms, hissed the accusation into the jumbled mass of the lass' justifications: 'Even if he's little more than a feral animal.'

The thought made the otteress flinch and whimper. Suddenly, she struck out with strength and speed. Her arms pumped, paws cupped to pull against the water and propel her five and a half foot frame through the crashing tide. She kicked at a pace that nearly matched her heart's rapid thudding, allowing the sea otter to body surf the taller waves. They rapidly took her away from her home, filled with somber old men and morality tales.

Leilani was so focused on getting away from those ghosts, that she almost forgot what she was running to. As her eyes finally accepted the pale moonlight's aid, the otteress caught sight of the beach, and of a figure. It was tall and pale white in midnight's illumination, as in if a statue cut from marble. At thirty yards, she could make out those pale green eyes, narrowed and intensely focused on her approach. At twenty, the spear that he leaned on. At fifteen she took in the canine form, toes and toeclaws curled into the fine, almost powdery sand.

At ten yards, there was no mistaking the form for anything but a male, as the tribal collie's thick black member throbbed shamelessly against that toned belly.

The sight made the normally playful sea otter blush and avert her gaze. It was as in if her doubts and internal accusations had hand picked this image to drive the point home: This was a feral, primal beast she was courting rather than a well adjusted otter boy. Normally she could bury these feelings, but tonight it was as in if the moonlight had sapped her confidence. She mounted the shore with her head bowed, focusing her gaze on the deep chocolate fur of her feet as she approached the collie, body trembling.

It was only after she felt something draped over her head that Leilani's gaze shifted. Her heart skipped a beat as the otteress took in every delicate contour of the necklace her lover had bestowed upon her. A neatly woven string of Lily of the Valley adorned her, each tiny white blossom releasing its amazing fragrance into the cool night air, and washing over Leilani's twitching black nose. As the tall and lithe canine somewhat gruffly lifted the girl's waist-length tresses to allow the wet strands of hair to flow free of his flowery gift, the collie growled two words in her native tongue:

"My flower."

And with that simple utterance, all doubt was washed from the lass' mind. She replied with a softly whispered, "Doc." Though Leilani had no idea what the canine's actual name was, he often carried the pouches of a medicine man when he was traveling. He never corrected her, nor did he seem very interested in teaching her the language of his people. The collie simply accepted this title, as he wrapped his otter up in the span of his arms and stared intently into eyes that were four full shades greener than his own.

Leilani quickly regained both her confidence, and her playfulness. Her fingertips traced the ridges and valleys of the big canine's backfur. The girl could feel every old scar, each corded muscle, even the ritual tattoos shaved into the collie's ivory-white, layered fur. She wore a little smile as his feverishly hot maleness pressed against her belly. The otteress allowed her body to sway, as in if dancing to the rhythm of the ocean waves as they crashed onto the beach behind her.

Doc, for his part, never took his intense stare from the beautiful creature in his arms. Against the backdrop of the tropical jungle from whence he came, the collie could be seen rubbing his female's head and shoulders. He ran blunt claws through her hair, combing it, lulling her into a sense of security that he intended to take advantage of.

After almost a minute of being held, the otteress nearly missed the male's cue. The canine, more than half a foot taller than his lover, had bent at the knees and was about to pull Leilani close and straighten back up. She knew from personal experience that if Doc impaled her like that, she would be wrestled to the sands, ferally fucked, and tied in short order! She quickly pulled away, which made the tribal male snort and growl in displeasure. But this was a game that they had played before, and one that Leilani had to win if she wanted this experience to last.

She slowly coaxed the canine towards the water, beckoning him to leave behind the spear that was driven into the sandy beach. She used all of her talents and wiles to get the albino beast to step into the lapping tide, nimbly dancing just out of reach and allowing him to step forward. Only when they were standing in a few inches of water did the lass reward Doc by reaching out and lovingly stroking the smooth underside of that dripping ebony rocket. The white canine snarled his approval, spraying a few droplets of his scent onto the otter's wrist. His male odor mingled with the fresh smell of Lily of the Valley, and the dichotomy drove Leilani wild.

When the dog made his move, there was little that the otteress could do to stop him. He took a quick step closer, hooking his heel behind Leilani's to trip her. She fell into the shallows with a little cry, the sound more for the collie's benefit than out of genuine surprise if the truth is to be told! She had won and they were about to play her favorite game. The canine's body quickly pinned her under the water, legs wide to either side of the canine's hips. There was some struggling, but in the end the sea otter's wrists were pinned above her head. Then, with a slow, deliberate pressure, the collie wrapped his other hand around the girl's throat, and lightly squeezing, pushed her head under the water.

Leilani had taken a deep breath, but there was no suppressing the panic, the helplessness. It made her heart thunder in her chest, burning more precious oxygen than she would have liked. Her lover wasted no time, pressing his pointed canine tip into the lewdly exposed folds of the sea creature before sliding in to the hilt. Leilani cried out, mentally cursing herself as she saw more bubbles escape her lips, running her clock down even faster. She arched her back and squirmed as in if she could escape, but nothing would stop those eight inches, each one thicker than the last, from pressing into her body.

Instinct drove Doc at that point. He was soon rutting, his ebony spike lewdly stretching Leilani's tight little pussy lips with each feral thrust. Normally it would have taken just a few minutes, but not here. The cool water washing over Doc's rapidly engorging knot made him growl, staving off the immediate need to tie with his drowning bitch. So the collie could take his time... time that the thrashing otteress didn't necessarily have.

Under the best conditions, Leilani could hold her breath for 15 minutes. She could easily swim from her domed undersea city to any of the nearby caves without ever coming up for air. But trapped under these conditions, enjoying the stretch and slide of her lover's shaft as she stared up at his blurry form, it would be far less. After just a few minutes of the canine's knot rubbing against her clitoral hood, an almost electric sea of pleasure built between the girl's thighs. The world started to spin as the sea otter came hard around the tribal's shaft, almost certain that this was how she was going to die.

Then she heard a dull splash and something clasped tightly around her muzzle. Doc sealed his long maw against the girl's lips and exhaled one, long, life saving breath. Leilani drew in the stale air eagerly before she felt the insistent probing of that long flat canine tongue. Doc took the sea otter's mouth with the same feral insistence that he was taking her cunny. Then as quickly as it started, the dog's head withdrew to once again leave the sea creature just on the edge of passing out.

This edging went on for twenty minutes, with Leilani totally dependent on the half a dozen life saving kisses administered by her rutting attacker/savior. She desperately squeezed and milked that thrusting maleness, trying to get him off so that she could be free. But all she received was more meaty, spicy second hand air as Doc slowly beat back the cool sensations of the water surrounding them so that his knot could grow.

Then, when the otter was expecting the dog to save her once again, there was no breath of life waiting for her. Instead her eyes bulged as the dog shoved his hips forward, stretching her impossibly wide so that she could take the collie's engorged ball of flesh into her poor abused little sex. She screamed weakly, losing the last few bubbles of recycled air as the dog snarled and wriggled his hips. Finally, Doc popped his knot home and Leilani clenched herself around his girth, trapping him. His hips moved so quickly, in little quarter inch humps, that the sensations were soon too much for either of them. The otteress felt squirt after squirt of doggy cum fill her sex, even as her muscles weakly quivered and pulsed as her body delivered a last orgasmic wash of pleasure through the girl's tortured nerves.

Her broken necklace of tiny flowers floated away. Now the darkness could creep in. Now Leilani's body could go limp. The burning in her chest became just a numbness, as her pulse went thready and the certainty of drowning set in.

Suddenly there was a tug that pulled at the otteress' body, accompanied by a sensation between her legs that was so intense it battered even her numbed and dying nerve endings. Then another sharp tug, and with it the girl's nose popped up through the salty water. She instinctively took in a breath of fresh air, but it was cut short as the next wave crashed over the sea otter's face. She sputtered and coughed, before screaming in intense pleasure/pain. As her head crested the foamy surface of the water, she could clearly see Doc dragging her body ashore using only the leverage of his canine knot, still firmly lodged inside her sex.

As Leilani gasped for air, her collie mate calmly laid in the moonlight, facing away from his lover. His knees were gathered under him and his arms stretched out before him, as in if he was a prostrate worshipper and the jungle was his goddess. Only the fleshy link between canine and otteress told the TRUE object of Doc's worship that night. He would wait for her body to recover, and stoically allow her to lift his leg over her head and shoulder, rotating that knot 180 degrees inside of the girl's sex, so that they could lay together on their sides. Such was their ritual. Then they would cuddle for a time, face to face, enjoying their own version of 'romance' for an hour or so as they reveled in each others' bodies. Both had to be back in their own homes by the time the sun rose; but in these moments, unspoiled by words, the oceanic otter and the jungle dog could meet on the border of their worlds and take comfort in each other. They were just two more grains on a vast beach. Salt and sand.