AnOtter Story chapter 2
A continuation of the original [AnOtter Story](%5C) but can be enjoyed just as much on its own....
No explicit yiff in this one, either, but again, it shouldn't matter...
Ding.
Hearing the chime of the bell, the tigress looks up to see who's there so early. I've just opened. Most customers doesn't show up until after dark.
Then a young fox steps through the doorway and closes the door to stand in the middle of the room, fumbling with a small moneypouch.
"Here to visit the otter again?" she asks.
He nods, then asks nervously, "Is she available?"
"She's almost always available," the tigress replies, "as you well know. What is it, your third or fourth visit, now?" Then, looking more closely at him, she adds another question, "and how do you afford it? This isn't the cheapest house in town."
"I work," he mutters, "can I see her now?" Then he opens the pouch and takes out the contents; eight silver coins.
"Yes, she is available," the tigress responds, but no, you can't see her."
"Why not?" he asks, "I have the silver and you've never denied me before."
"First tell me what kind of work you do," she orders.
"I-I'm a carpenters apprentice, but master Wollmer says I'll reach journeyman very soon." The last is said with some force.
"I know Wollmer," the tigress states, "and while he isn't too hard a taskmaster, he still doesn't pay apprentices that much." Then, poking him in the ribs, she adds, "You're visibly slimmer than during your first visit. Not too unusual as apprentices are run hard in the beginning, but your ribs are beginning to show. You're using the money you should have used on food on these visits. Therefore I can't let you visit her any more."
"B-but," he stutters, trembling, "I must see her!"
"And that's why I have a proposision for you," she counters. "I'll let you buy her for five golds."
"B-but I don't have that much gold!" he exclaims. Then he adds weakly, "I only have these silver coins."
"You can pay me over time," the tigress states. Then she grabs his paw and folds his fingers over the coins in his palm. "Just send her over whenever you have saved up a whole gold. That way I can make certain you're treating her well."
"But I can't pay for food for the both of us."
"Do you like fish?" the tigress asks, grinning. "Unless Wollmer has moved his workshop lately, it's still down by the waterfront, and otters are great swimmers."
"But why do you want to sell her, and for such a low price?"
"Because not only isn't she earning me any gold, she's actually causing me to lose it," the tigress admits, "she's too small for most of my customers, and she has scared away most of the foxes. So, do we have a deal?"
"Y-yes," he stutters, "yes!"
"Good!" Turning towards the hallway leading towards the back of the building she shouts, "Venella! Fox!"
Almost instantly there's the sound of a door slamming open, the sound of running feet and a brown blur appears in the doorway, to be grabbed by the tigress.
"Let go!" the otter begs, straining to reach the young fox.
"Would you like to wake up next to foxy every morning?" the tigress whispers, "make his food, wash his clothes and keep his home tidy?"
"Huh?" the otter asks, confused. "Mistress?"
"Well?" the tigress asks, "would you like to stay with him instead of here?"
The small female looks up on the large female holding her, then nods her head, first slowly and uncertainly, then faster and faster.
"Then go and pack your clothes and stuff," the tigress orders, turning around and pushing the otter towards the corridor she just came from.
As they wait, they can hear a chest being opened, hurried scurrying to and from and a rather colourful swearword when something is dropped and rolls into an inaccessible place.
Another door is opened, soft paddig can be heard and a female racccoon appears. "What's going on?" she asks, "the otter is busy tossing everything she can put her paws on in a large heap on top of a sheet."
"I'm selling her to the fox, here," the tigress replies.
"Really?"
"Yes, really."
"Got to go!" Then the raccoon disappears down the hall, knocking on doors and making a ruckus. Soon, the front room fills with females in various states of undress. Then the raccoon returns and makes a beeline for the fox which she hugs. "Thank you!" she exclaims, then lets go of the fox.
"What was that for?" he asks rather shakily, "not that I mind..."
"We all like her," a busty skunkette interjects, stepping up, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling his head down to nestle between her soft orbs, "but she also hogs all the cute foxes." Then she rubs his ears before releasing him. "Bring her by sometimes."
A tawny rabbit walks up, turns her back to him and rubs her heart-shaped tail in his crotch. "Maybe," she whispers seductively, "we'll do more than talk the next time you show up..."
"No giving away the goods for free!" the tigress scolds. Then she pats the rabbit on the back and adds, "At least not without asking me first."
Then the otter returns, carrying a large bundle.
"Well, what have we here?" the tigress asks, relieving the otter of her burden. Opening the bundle, she sighs, "Using one of my best pillowcases as a sack." Then she digs out several very skimpy outfits, made to enhance, not hide the wearers features. "These were made for you, and won't fit the other girls, so you can keep them." A couple of brushes and a large towel is laid aside without comment, then a large bottle is pulled out. "Wine?" she asks, placing the bottle on a table. Turning towards the fox she explains, "This wine contains a weak relaxant, to put our more nervous customers at ease, but you don't need that, do you?" Finally she holds up a jar.
"What's that?" the fox asks, curious.
"A lubricant," a skunkette replies, grinning widely, "we use it on our tailholes. Guess why..."
"Oh..."
"That's an essential," the tigress grins. Then she stuff everything except the bottle of wine back into the pillowcase and paws it over to the otter. "Don't wear him out too soon," she admonishes, then gives the small female a quick hug. "Now get going!"
"Yes, mistress," the otter grins, grabbing the fox' paw and pulling him towards the door.
"Well, girls," the tigress states, "any bets as to how long he lasts?"
"Poor foxy," a raccoon mumbles, "he doesn't stand a chance."
"No," a rabbit adds, "but he'll die happy."