Ghost Among The Stars - Part 2
It was clear enough that the river otter was gravely injured. standing slightly off balance from the weight pushed onto one of his broken legs. "what is he doing?"
Why Did The Chicken Cross? (Commission)
No, the river otter did nothing but moan and squirm. "how long till your place?" "te..." she panted, out of breath, "ten minute drive..." "here's the bet. you cum before we get there, you're my bitch tonight."
Open Seasons: Chapter 1 - Lupine Tastes
In one, two female river otters coiled naked against one poster of his king-sized bed, black paws exploring one another's white expanses while filst sat ramrod straight on his leather couch, eyes unfocused, finger wagging directions with disdain
Chapter 4 - The Empress' new Clothes
The village with inhabited by lutra people, kin to the feral river otters, with thick, short , oily fur, webbed feet, splinter elongated bodies, and thick tails.noroscureil looked down as a small lutra pup ran into him at a full sprint.
Kein The Otter
"all the same, they did a good job with you: you do resemble a river otter. can't wait to see how the avian tests turn out." his light grip under my chin released, i sternly face the television, keeping a sharp glance to steven on my right.
Journal Entry 1, Studying
I am a brown, river otter with a cream color running down my neck and onto my chest, which starts again at the base of my tail, running down the length of it. i stand about five foot ten and i have a toned, slightly muscular, swimmers body.
Snow Angel
The river otter who'd thrown it, he winced, apologetic. "sorry," he went, compacting more snow and bounding off. juneau sighed, got back up on his foot-paws, and scanned the horizon. ducked. and scurried off. he searched around for hiding places.
Vore-For-All: Ket The Otter
The cougar, thigh-deep in that same patch of sand, struggled uselessly even as he shouted at the river otter that had lured him into this trap.
Waves
"i'm a river otter kirk, not a sea otter." i couldn't quite tell if the chair was groaning in agreement with me, or in protest of the idea that it would be stuck with me for another weekend.
A gelid scent on a misty evening
It was a river otter maybe ten years his senior and, stranger than that, it was someone he knew. "xander?" the otter asked. "mr. weathered," the rabbit answered with a frown. he had to look up slightly.
Welcome To Thick Thighs, South Dakota!
That's what made me, sam davidson, brown river otter with little to my name except that my parents moved here after getting married with only a modest income doing whatever odd jobs they could get. they were otherwise unknown to thick thighs.
Las Vegas experience
The lanky teenager got out of his room and saw his beaver father, and river otter mother and sister, standing at the door. "kyle, are you sure you don't want to go. we are going to be gone for hours and you might regret it." his mother said pleadingly.