Dungeons and Dickings
The river otter monk's eyes opened as he looked to the akita. "strategy is still paramount. the wise master once quoted an ancient philosopher: to know the enemy is to defeat the enemy." the akita rolled his eyes.
Chastity Story: Bound by the Prince
He was almost shocked to see that it was another otter. almost, but not quite; the master's tastes were well known, and otters fit many of them. this one, however, was an otter of the sea coast, while he had been brought from the inland rivers.
Public Performance [WARNING: Watersports]
# public performance ## zere public park ## 23rd of february, 12:53 pm * * * vexed, the river otter marched a circuit on the straight gravel path. with his forepaws folded over his waist, he observed passersby.
Hexed!
The river otter exhibit. the north american river otter, i think it was. the tail and face are hard to forget." he shrugged. for a moment, david wondered about the nature of the hex affecting stephanie.
Ugly Fuck
When it comes to being a needy loose-moraled slut, i'm a highly qualified river otter. i have standards with guys and their appearance, like them being clean and of a certain appearance but every now and again that has slipped.
Lurking in the Mud - A Lost Leopard
The snow-leopard raised his head to stare at the otter, the plea for him to stop getting stuck in his throat as he saw the look of wicked glee on the river-otters muzzle.
A Furry World - Part 7 What a Crowd!
Standing behind what looked like a oil drum cut in half down its length and welded onto stilts was a sleek looking male river otter with a name tag hanging around his neck with the name "rozz" on it.
The Flesh Trade, pt. 1: Mason
The captain and his assisting guard looked down at the source -- a smallish brown river otter with a bespectacled face. he wore the black dress uniform of ae's militia with perfectly shined dress boots. it was quite overly formal for duty.
The Art of Racing in the Human World
Jarrod morrison, a northern river otter, smiled triumphantly. behind them in the gallery, a striking silver and white furred husky grinned and waved. jarrod waved back, the fiber optic bits in his carbon fur turning pink.
The Blind Son
I am an american river otter. i am thirty-six years old. i am married to ellen susana parva, my wife of fourteen years. we have a son of eleven years, immanuel corbin parva. we live on the right side of the tracks in a moderately-sized house.
Meddowind branches out
My mother is a river otter like myself, and my father, i never knew my biological father as he was a donor, but the chakat i call father is patterned like a snow leopard. like my name, i would not change them for the world.
Resolutions - Part 9 - September
We were just a black wolf and river otter happily being together. the only problem was that i couldn't tell anyone about our relationship, so that also meant no paw holding or kissing in public.