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In The Debt of Otters (Requested by Inkblot Fox)

Imit ran as fast as he could across the plains, knowing that the eagle soldiers would be right behind him. His bare feet slapped hard against the grass and his tail whipped behind him as he pushed himself harder, faster, to the edge of what his body could take.

The ferret lowered his head and closed his eyes when he heard the sound of an eagle shriek behind him. They would have found the other scouts by now, he knew; they'd be bound, tied, taken into the camp for questioning. And they'd do the same for him if they found him. Imit shuddered, clenching his eyes tighter as he tried to make himself faster, tried to pump his legs quicker, anything that might get him across the plains any faster than he already moved. His only advantage was the moonlight, dark enough to blur his outline against the grassy land, but it wouldn't hide him completely, and the eagles would be in the air, not on the ground.

Their cries were getting louder and louder in the night, and Imit couldn't resist the urge to look over his shoulder. Six leather armored eagles, almost a foot taller than him and carrying curved swords in their hands, flew over the fields. They would hover in place, the wings on their backs flapping hard to keep them aloft as they surveyed the land, before they would move to another place.

They hadn't seen him yet, but they were flying right on his trail. And when they did...

He turned his head around, looking past the flat grass ahead towards the bend in the land, the flowing water of the river. The crossing wasn't far now; if he could get to it, if he could make the water, then there was a chance he could make it out of here alive, even if his fellows hadn't been able to get away.

"SCOUT!" The shriek of the eagle who'd spotted him split the night, and like a host of winged demons the flying soldiers gave chase. Imit shuddered at the sound of their approach, their beating wings thudding like a beating heart...like his beating heart.

Putting on a final burst of speed, the ferret ran for the water. He didn't dare look back, knowing he'd see powerful talons and shredding beaks and slashing swords waiting for him. If he saw it, he'd lose all will to run. He had to -

"ACK!" His foot hit a rock and he went rolling, tumbling across the flat ground towards the river. He spun over the bank and slapped belly first into the water. Immediately the current grabbed hold of him and started carrying him away...away and under. Imit tried to fight it, tried to hold his head above the water, but after slamming into the ground, the water, and then a solid piece of wood sticking out of the water, he lost his battle with consciousness, and slipped under, into the dark.

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He woke up. That was surprising enough for the ferret, considering he didn't expect to wake up at all after banging his head so many times and falling asleep in the river. More surprising, however, was the fact that he was dry, and that he was not tied up.

At least, Imit realized as he looked down, not tied up the way a prisoner would be. The ferret blushed as he realized that his sheath had been pulled back, pulled down to the point that his shaft was exposed, pushing aside his only piece of clothing, a loincloth. A line of string had been tied around the base of his member, tight enough to make him hard, but not so much that it hurt. At least, not at the moment; if it stayed there, he was pretty sure that he would start aching eventually.

But his hands were free, as were his legs, and he'd been given a decent bed. It was a collection of soft moss and wrapped up feathers, allowing him to lean back in comfort. The ferret looked around the small chamber he was in, barely making out a hanging bit of leather that covered the door. A single window that was covered similarly was the only other thing that made a break in the wall, and there were no other bits of furniture in here.

The leather at the door was suddenly pushed aside, the ferret jumping in surprise as an otter walked in. Unlike him, the otter was completely in the nude. Like him, the otter was completely erect, though without the aid of a bit of string. A few leather strips hung from the otter's neck, including a collection of fishbones arranged in a wavy sort of symbol. He recognized it as the sign of a Slick, and realized that this otter must be the one in charge of the crossing he'd been near. Imit bowed his head in greeting, and the otter chuckled. "No need for that kind of formality; it's not like you're looking to pay for a crossing now."

Blushing, the ferret could only sit on the bed nervously as the otter sat down beside him. Showing no shame, the otter grabbed hold of Imit's shaft, stroking it slowly. "You were running pretty fast to get away from those eagles, earlier," he said. "My swimmers and I had to work pretty quick to get you out of the water before eagles could get you."

"Why..." He blushed, looking away as his cock throbbed in the otter's hand. He'd heard that they were affectionate, but this was much more than he'd expected. "Why did you save me?"

"Oh, nothing major." The Slick chuckled. "I don't much like those assholes myself, and when I can find some way to make 'em remember that we're not their subjects, I like to take the chance. Besides." The otter's grip suddenly tightened, and Imit moaned before he could stop himself. "Not like having a sexy ferret in your debt is a bad thing."

"Ah...ah yes..." Shuddering still, the ferret tried to pull back, but the otter just held tight, the slow strokes just enough to keep Imit from trying to get away more forcefully. "I...I should get...get back to my tribe. They'll need to know..."

"What you saw?" The Slick smirked at his nod. "But you haven't even paid your debt yet."

"I'll pay it...I just need to get this to the Den Father."

"Tell you what." The otter finally took his hand away, but only to guide Imit's hand down to his own crotch. The ferret's fingers clenched instinctively, drawing a little moan of pleasure from the otter. "You give me the information, and I'll send a swimmer down the outposts to one closer to your tribe. They'll pass it on, while you work off your debt."

"I...Uh..." Imit gulped, looking at the cock between his fingers. He was getting a pretty good idea of just what working off his debt was going to mean. But...it wasn't entirely unappealing...and the otter had started with teasing him first. "How long will I be here?"

"Probably a few weeks. Maybe a month." The Slick smirked. "It's not like you don't want it though..."

"True...I guess I acce-"

"Great!" the otter said with a grin. He stood up, hurrying over to the door. "Alright boys, come on in; time to have a little fun."

Boys? His eyes went wide as the leather was thrown aside and ten naked otters rushed in. With no chance to even throw up his arms or anything else, Imit was pinned to the moss bed. In the space of a second, his cock was swallowed by one otter, his ass had a finger inside, and a pair of erect, dripping shafts were pressed against his lips, giving him a choice of who to play with first.

The Slick stood behind them all, grinning as he stroked his cock. "Better get started, ferret. You have a lot of debt to repay," he said.

As the finger in his rear was replaced by something warmer and thicker, Imit opened his mouth. It could be a lot worse, he thought as one of the otters slid in. It could be a whole lot worse.