Sloshy Rudder
Oh dear...Jon's soooo drunk.
Sloshy Rudder
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This is a commission for Jon Sanderswho gave me a premise he wanted me to fulfill...with emphasis on filling, as always! Hope you like this story as much as the otter has done, and I look forward to hearing your comments about it! Thank you!
Cheers!
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"Keys, Jon."
"...silkworms eating my brrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaain..."
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"Jesus fucking Christ, Jon, gimme the keys!" the otter of female persuasion told again to the warbling fanged boy on her arm.
"..._....brrraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaain..."_the otter hummed drawlingly.
"Should've believed Dinah and just put you on a cab on your own," she snorted, "alright, I'm going in..."
"...but the dooor's cloooooooooooooooooooooosed!" the otter flapped his tail and enunciated the final word in the tune of the Susan B Anthony's Bedsore song he'd been singing ever since his blood alcohol had reached a certain level.
"Not for long," the girl said. She braced herself on the otter's arm and pushed her webbed paw into the boy's shorts pocket.
"...uuuuuh.......'can you feel it eeeeeeeeeating yooooour braaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaain..." the otter licked his fangs while the delicate paw rummaged through his pocket.
"And I thought Todd had terrible taste in music..." the girl snorted.
"But I'm not Todd..." the otter declared pleasingly, "I'm not yourrrr...esccchhhhh...exxxssshhhh..."
"Yep, you're not," she said," so where is it..."
"Uuuuh!" the otter declared, and made a little jump. "Almost caught something else that dangles there."
She snorted and pulled out a Ford logo key ring.
"I've got the keys. And I think you've got a molten something in your pocket...ewww...shit...smells like chocolate..."
The girl rubbed her fingerpads together.
"Is it a Mars bar?" the drunken boy snickered.
"No," she replied while fitting the key into the lock, "come on now..."
The door into the studio flat opened and they entered into the darkness, one otter in tow and humming another chorus of "Public Broadcasting Service" , the other feeling up for the lights switch.
"...toooo briiiight, this hellish gloooooow..."
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"You're waking up the neighbors."
The Jon-otter giggled.
"They're all stoners, anyway, they're not...awake...hahah..."
She kicked the door shut and put the keys onto an empty fruit bowl on the kitchen counter. With the fidgety otter still held by one arm, she studied the otter's bed, which was actually a couch that folded out, and was covered in rumpled sheeting and pillows and empty beer bottles.
"Ugh...I think I'm gonna barf..." Jon complained.
"Not on my watch you're not!"
He was whisked into the bathroom, the lights were turned one, and the otter was maneuvered over to the toilet seat where he heaved for a few moments, retching and spitting into the bowl, but thankfully, nothing came out other than rancid-tasting burps...
"Ugh...false alarm, I think!" Jon sounded awfully cheerful as he rubbed his muzzle with his paw, "heh, sorry, Kimmie..."
Kim tsk-ed her tongue.
"Jon, you're a shitbag," she said.
"But I'm fun to party with!" the otter replied.
She managed a smile.
"Sometimes."
"And I got us to that club because my friends were playing...and getting us free drinkssss..."
"Yeah, I've noticed," she said.
Jon yawned.
"Fuck..."
"So am I gonna just leave you to bed? You're pretty far out, something might happen, you know."
"Uh..." the otter said.
"Though it seems you're not really caring about anything anymore, are you?"
"I'm quite happy, thank youuuu" the otter slurred.
"Well, I wouldn't really want to stay and babysit you all night, or at least until you pass out..."
"I'm not gonna do anything wrong," Jon pouted, which looked especially interesting with his huge canines.
"Maybe not, but...hmm..." she glanced around the bathroom, and then seemed to get an idea, since her ears flicked, "maybe..."
"...silkwooooorms..."
"Alright, let's get you off these," she grabbed the otter's shirt hems.
"Uh...whut?" the otter's tail swatted against the sink in surprise at the feel of his shirt being pulled.
"My father always took a long shower when he was drunk and my mom was pissed off at him," Kim explained while she made an effort to remove an oversized Swan Apocalypse T-shirt from the drunken college guy's furson, "it seemed to work."
"Uh..."
The shirt was taken away and dropped over the toilet seat lid.
"Now, your stuff," Kim said.
"Uh...my schtuff is...private!" Jon snickered.
Kim shook her head softly and removed a wallet and a few other personal effects from the otter's deep shorts pockets and added them to the pile on the lid.
"Pants off, then, unless you want to go in with them," she pointed at the bathtub.
Now Jon stroked a fang while looking at the lady otter who had paws on his hips and was ready to pull down his cargo shorts before dunking him onto the bathtub.
"You know I like youuu a lot but you miss...you know...a...p......penis?" Jon proposed.
"I don't need a penis to strong arm you to this damn tub," Kim replied.
And she generally did...the slight otter wasn't much of an adversary in his current state, and even stepped out of the shorts once they dropped to the floor.
"Uh...cold..."
"Looks like it's causing some shriveling up," the girl mused.
"Nooooo!" Jon slapped a paw to cover his groin. "You're ssss-sheeing mee..."
"Nothing I haven't seen before," Kim stated before nudging the otter towards the tub, "in you go."
"You haven't seen my tackle before!" Jon replied.
"Still, like I said..."
He climbed into the tub, but his footpaws weren't really up to the task. He fumbled and fell, with the smooth collapsing action that drunk furs seemed to be adept at, the kind of free fall which meant that he slumped into the tub without splitting his skull open in any part of the bath or its fittings. He even managed to be laughing afterwards, tail flapping against the tub with a thump-thump-thumping noise.
"Aaah...this is so much better..."
Kim snorted.
"You're a fucking asshole, Jon!"
"Don't diss my favorite body part," the otter crooned from his new bed that was the tub, "hhmmm....buttholes..."
He made a slurping noise and licked his lips. The girl cringed.
"You're a pervert," she said.
"Uh...no hate for the gays, pleeeeeaze...we're here and...and...and...get used to it!"
"If I didn't know better, I'd be doubting of your gayness," Kim said.
"Uh...whyyyyy?" Jon questioned.
"That," she pointed over at the otter's groin where a rather cheerful erection was resting against the boy's belly.
"Heheheheh...boner!" Jon looked in awe at what he was sprouting.
Kim had to finally take a proper look, now, really. What he saw brought a look of surprise to her face.
"That's bigger than Todd's..." Kim said.
Jon's eyes flashed.
"Whut? the gay boy's better hung than your hunky excssssskkkss...?"
"Well it looks bigger..." the otter girl continued.
The otter's tail still wagged, and his cock seemed to bounce against his belly, as if doing a kind of a counter-flap to the action of his tail.
"Uhh...poor Todddddddddd..."
He didn't really react when she sat on the edge of the tub.
"I guess big ones are great for finding company, right?" she asked.
"Hmmmh...whut?"
"You're hung," she said, "bet that gets you a lot of tail!"
Jon snickered drunkenly.
"Mostly just with my rudder, hehehehe!" he giggled.
She glanced down, along the otter's balls and to the tail sloped across the side of the tub.
"Damn, Jon, you're a bottom?"
"Uhmm...yeeeah?"
"A bottom boy..." she said, still looking.
"I don't see any...*hic*...problem with that!"
"I wasn't sure. I didn't want to ask."
"You can ask if I take it up the butthole," Jon chirped, "yeeeeeeeessshhh..."
"Damn..."
"It's fuuuun..." Jon wriggled his butt against the tub, "you should try it."
"No thanks," she said," but looks like talking about it makes you really horny..."
Jon glanced at his springy boner and smirked.
"Yep..."
He yelped when the webbed fingers grabbed his shaft.
"UUuuh!"
"It is quite large...definitely bigger than stupid Todd...are you sure you're a bottom?"
"Uh...pretty sure," the otter spluttered. He wasn't sure how to react to being fondled by a girl sudden, even a girl friend like Kimmie.
"Uh...pretty sure?"
"When's the last time you got fucked?" she asked.
"Uuuhhh...week ago?" the otter mumbled. "I guess..."
"Last weekend...damn..."
Her paw stroked slowly along his shaft, with a kind of clinical curiosity furrowing her brow. His otter tail started to swap the tub again, more slowly this time, erratic.
"You a slut butt?"
The otter averted his gaze from hers and stared at shampoo bottles instead.
"Eh...maybe?"
"Bet guys like...you're like a male version of Veronica then, I guess...an otter hotel that's always open for action..."
"H-hotel?"
"Yeah...she gives it to everyone in the football team...any gay footballers?"
Jon blushed.
"I fucking wish there were...would make my butthole...uihh...my day?"
"Heheh," she chuckled a little. The otter squirmed a little at the feeling of the surprisingly warm pads sliding on his shaft. He was throbbing a little.
"Ugh..."
"You never did it with a girl?"
"N-no..." Jon sounded more breathy now.
"Shame...some would definitely like to ride this pole..."
The otter seemed surprised at the crude language coming from her muzzle.
"Uhh..."
"Big balls too..."
His butt lifted from the tub when the girl otter's other paw suddenly grabbed them.
"Ow!"
"Painful?" she asked.
"I...I don't mind..:" he blushed.
"Are you like...like...kinky? Bondage? Fifty Shades?"
"Ehhh..."
"Does it like...leave your asshole open...when it gets fucked?"
"Uh...wh-what?" Jon's ears flattened.
"I mean, it's not really made for it...does it like...get stretched out?"
"Eh..."
She pulled on the otter's balls, lifting then enough that she could see what was hidden in the furrow of the otter's buttocks, tailbase and under his balls. Jon's eyes widened when he realized just what she was doing.
"Uh...Jesus..."
"Dunno what it looks like...it's not really big or anything...guess it has closed up if it's been that long since you got it up the butt..."
"Eh...uh..."
"Guess you wouldn't do it unless you enjoyed it...Todd once tried to put it in my ass...he claimed he was mistaking...but when you feel a cock do this..."
She poked his asshole with her index and middle fingers, which made the otter groan out.
"OHHHHHH!"
"Liking it, I see...I didn't like what Todd did...guess I'm better at anal than he is, anyway...maybe he should've tried it first before suggesting it to me..."
The otter in the tub seemed speechless at the excessively kinky tirade coming from his friend.
"Now that'd be funny...hah, maybe I should've told him he'd have to let you fuck him before I'd let him anywhere near my asshole..."
She poked the wrinkled otter-pucker again, and felt the muscles squirm under her touch.
"Really liking this?" she asked, stroking his cock in rhythm.
"UHhnhhhhhh...c--close..." he huffed.
"Been a while since I gave anyone a pawjob," she slowed down the stroking, "usually guys just want to fuck...you know that, don't you?"
"Uhhh..."
"How do you like getting fucked?" Kim questioned while rubbing the sloshed otter's hole furthermore. "Hard...slow...romantic...doggystyle? Lots of guys like doggystyle...they've seen it in porn and wanna try it..."
"I...like it..." the otter husked.
"Figures you would," she said. "Guys pounding away...you can't imagine what it feels like to have balls slapping on my pussy...can't decide if it's fun or not..."
"F-fuck..." Jon groaned, his mind obviously somewhere away, as he was further manipulated.
"Balls on balls..." she tugged on them, "sexy boys doing it in the ass...I've seen some of the porn, you know..."
"Ahhh..."
"You gonna cum? You gonna cum?"
She was jerking him off in earnest. She was quite sure he was about there...and she wasn't wrong. Suddenly her drunken friend groaned and the cock in her paw swell...expanded...and started to shoot cum all over her buddy.
"Oh, shit...there is blows!"
"Uhhh..." the otter let out a mortified groan as he was covered in his own spooge.
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