An otter at ends.
This story is ADULT only. So do not read if you are under 18. It has gay and zoo acts in it as well and some risky things. If this kind of stuff doesnt get you going then do not read it. You read at your own risk. The otter character Silvy is mine and the bear is a bear. This is a big fantasy of mine, and I figured it was time to write it up and see if anyone else enjoyed the fantasy as much as me.
"I'll be back in a few days, hopefully Monday at the latest." said the river otter to his roommate. The lion just shrugged, "Well tell your folks I said hi Silvy, but I'll enjoy having the apartment all to myself for the weekend." Laughing the otter made a pawing motion and the lion grabbed a pillow off the couch and tossed it at him. Ducking he pillow the otter jumped out of the front door and made his way down the sidewalk to his car. Tossing his backpack full of dirty clothing into the back seat, and his shirt too since it was warm outside. Adjusting his cotton shorts he grumbled at how late it was already getting and climbed into his Mazda 3 and off he went.
He was happy that he could get away for the weekend. He was kind of lonely and wanted to see his family. Not that he didn't have friends, he thought he was an attractive otter. A tall otter at six foot four when he stood with out slouching, with a nice thick tail. Being a river otter he had a dark brown coat with a creamy tan under body. Built well enough but with a bit of softness in his midsection, and with his tail he weighed around two hundred and fifty pounds. He wished he could say he had a mate, but his last relationship ended poorly a while ago.
Looking at the time it was already seven and it would take a good four or so hours to get to his parents house. Stupid state was too big, and his parents lived out in the boonies. Turning on the radio he just listened to what ever was on not really paying attention. After about an hour he was outside of city limits and on the back roads with very few cars passing him or even on the road. Sighing some at how long it is he let another hour rattle by, making a game of seeing if he could spot any wildlife on the side of the road. That got boring and now he was in the middle of no where, not lost because he drives this pretty often.
Making sure his cruse control was set he figured he might as well paw off before he got to far in, not really much of a chance when he made it to his parents house. No cars anywhere else on the highway so why not. Moving his clawed webbed paw down to rub his cotton shorts, he started to just rub his fat sheath under it. Murring the otter stroked back and forth and then moved his paw under his shorts to squeeze his tan furred sheath. Thinking of when the last time he had another male touching him, two years he reminded himself, he squeezed his sheath and let the opening rub against the webbing between his thumb and pointer finger.
Best thing about having another two hours or so on a lonely road, plenty of time to enjoy himself. Moving his index finger down to scritch his talon against his furry balls, he kept stroking his sheath. Feeling himself starting to puff up and stretch his sheath opening, he murred at his own musky scent. Pulling his shorts down enough to expose his sheath and balls now, he idly stroked his fingers back and forth over his balls and sheath. Shivering he felt the tip and a few inches of his pink length push free from its furry hiding place. Finally moving his paw to grip his length he strokes nice and slow, enjoying the wet feel on his paw pads and webbing. After a minute or more of this though he was fully hard, a little over ten inches of thick hard otter meat drooled in his paw.
Not wanting to get off to quickly he just slowly stroked his length from the tapered tip down to the very thick base. Squeezing near his stretched sheath opening several times. Murring he loves it when he does that, giggling some he let his length rub against his creamy belly fur, feeling some of his pre web from his fur to his tip. Nose twitching some enjoying his musky smell, filling his car even more then his fur normally did. He tried to keep himself clean, but otters are just more musky then most other furs. But he liked it, so he was going to enjoy it being all alone.
Stroking his length a bit faster he churrs, thick rudder of a tail twitching he wished he was with another guy. Not really paying attention to the road he moved his paw down under his balls to rub and push against his tail hole. Half tempted to grab the small jar of petroleum jelly he kept in his glove box. Teasing his tail hole more he shivered, and hadn't noticed that he took his car off of cruse.
The sides of the road were heavily forested and had a lot of underbrush. The road was coming up to a sloped curve and he was turning into it. Almost half of his finger inside his tail hole wiggling around and teasing his sensitive insides when WHOMP he hit something big. Not only that it was rolled up on his hood and he was shocked that his airbag hadn't gone off. Stopping his car hard he noticed he was only doing about twenty when he hit what ever it was. Pulling off the street and a few feet away from the bushes he was breathing hard and white knuckled on the steering wheel.
After breathing for a few seconds he looked at what was on his hood, it was black and pretty large. Now worried about the creature he hit he turned off his car and got out. Now able to see what he hit fully, it was a pretty large black bear. Maybe around four hundred pounds or so, maybe some more. He has seen them around but wasn't used to seeing them so close to the road. It was still breathing and he didn't see any blood, and his bumper wasn't dented or anything.
He was guessing he just knocked it out when he hit it, and moved his paws to see if he could feel any problems. Good thing about being a general studies physician in college at the moment. Checking over the black bear the otter found out it was unhurt just knocked out, and it was a very well endowed male bear. He blushed when the thought of looking at a feral well hung male bear and staring at it. He needed to make sure the bear was fully ok so started pushing on the bears neck and chest and belly, getting closer to the huge black sheath. His nose twitched, smelling the musk of a male bear and the feral musk in his fur. Finding no injury to the bear and seeing that it was still unconscious he now needed to get him off of his car.
"Well come on Mr. Bear, lets get you away from the highway and I'll wait for you to wake up." The otter huffed, grabbing the bear in the best firemen's haul he could. Grabbing the bear under his front legs and holding his chest, and pulling him back slowly so that the bear had its back resting on his chest he started to pull him off of his hood. Grateful that he didn't see any fur or blood still anywhere he pulled the bear off his hood and was amazed at how big he was. Huffing and grunting he pulled the bear who was almost two hundred pounds heavier them him and easily as tall. Helping the bear onto the ground and slowly over the grass and into the bushes. Gazing around in the moonlight and grateful that it was so bright out.
Panting by the time he pulled the male bear the twenty or thirty feet past the bushes and into the deeper underbrush. Grateful that his night sight was fairly good so he could see. Resting the bear down he noticed a glittery silver of clear fluid covering the back of the bear and connecting to the tip of his hard cock. He finally felt not only the ache in his muscles but how the fur felt as he pulled the bear into the bushes, and the warmth of that fur rubbing against his length. Blinking he looked down and saw that he was nude, and wonders where his shorts had gone. Looking he saw them in the grass near his car and guesses he lost them when he was struggling with the bear.
Watching the calmly breathing bear he shivers and blushes at his own thoughts and feelings. The bear was unconscious and breathing and he needed to make sure he was ok. He was still very hard and since everything happened he wasn't close to getting off anymore. Figuring it was best for him to sit with the bear a while to make sure he is fine the otter relaxed back on his thick tail and sat down in the dry warm grass. Moving his paw he strokes over the bears soft stiff fur, and was surprised he hadn't heard a car in the whole time he was here. Looking back and forth, up and down the street as best he could in the underbrush he didn't see anything. Well he wasn't really easy to be seen from where he is now, and doubts anyone could see him even if they tried.
Blinking he looks to the bear when he notices that his paw had wondered down to his flank and was idly rubbing his tail. His heart was beating very fast and the bear wasn't moving at all yet aside from breathing. Whimpering the otter says, "What am I doing." Panting more he kept rubbing the small tuft of tail that the bear had, and with each stroke lifted it up more and more. Murring when he saw the bears large tail hole and was surprised to see it was pink and very puckered. The earthy musky smell hit his nose and he moaned loudly once the feral males tail hole was exposed. Whimpering he moved his muzzle in closer once that smell wafted around him and filled the air, even over powering his own musk. Figuring why not, he moved his muzzle up to sniff and press against the bears tail hole.
Enjoying the musk his brain was going into overload, now that he was close enough to really see the bears tail hole he saw it was a bit dirty but nothing so bad. Probably why he could smell the musk so well. Closing his eyes he pressed his muzzle up against the soft warm ripped tail hole and kissed it. Quickly pulling his muzzle away he panted and looked at the bear. Not much movement and he wasn't getting his face ripped off yet. Each breath bringing in the musky scent of the bear he licked his lips and purrs. Moving back down he pressed his muzzle against that pink tail hole and started licking. Each lick another burst of the bears salty earth musk covered his tongue and dominated his nose. Gripping the haunches of the bear he pressed his muzzle in harder working his wedge shaped muzzle hard against the tail hole he worked his tongue around in slow circles. Feeling the rippled flesh pucker and push out every few seconds once it was nice and wet he pushed his tongue against the middle of the opening and finally into the bear. Lips a tight ring around the puckered hole while his tongue licked and teased the salty and sour insides of the bear.
Basking in the experience of it all, he kept licking and rimming the bears tail hole. Finding it surprisingly good and easy with such a large creature. His tongue was able to slip in with ease soon as the ring was slick. Pushing his tongue in and out over and over again he gasped against the larger pucker. Nuzzling his nose and smelling the bears rump over and over again, pulling the helpless bear back against his muzzle over and over again. The otter kept this up for almost ten minutes, just enjoying the bears tail hole and wanting more.
Pulling away he panted and clenched his paws. "What am I doing, this bear is unconscious and I'm raping him..." He looked at the bear and judged that he wasn't hurting him, and its not like the bear could say yes or no or stop him right now. The poor otter whimpered thinking of the last time he had a chance of doing this, or touching another male even. "Well what the hell, as long as he doesn't wake up I should be fine and no one will know." Looking down his length was fully hard and drooling pre, and not just on the ground he accidentally drooled pre all over the bears leg and thigh. Licking his muzzle he cupped his paw around the tip of his length and moved down to simply lick and smell the bears musky tail hole more and more. Soon having most of a pawful of precum and left the bears tail hole very wet with his spit.
He started stroking his paw full of pre lube all over his length, murring and trying to let any goopy pre drool down onto the bears rump and tail hole as he moved up over him some. Now on his knees with the bear on its side he moved up and bumped his slick hard tip against that pink tail hole. Breathing hard he took a deep breath and pushed into the helpless bear. Chittering out with out meaning too, he pushed almost five inches of his length into the slick soft warm ring. He felt the bears ring clamp and spasm around his length trying to push him back out but he didn't let him. Keeping his thick otter dick inside the warm passage he felt several large thick jets of his pre ripple up his length and ooze out inside the bear. Looking down he could see the bears tail hole spasming over and over again, and with a deep churr he pushed slowly the rest of the way into the bear. Grinding his sheath opening against the opening of the bear, he felt every inch of his lengthy otter dick inside the bear.
Just rocking against the bear he stroked his webbed paws through the bears fur, letting his claws trickle down through the fur and against the skin. Eyes closed he kept rocking, grinding his length and sheath against the pink tail hole but before long he started to pull his length out an inch or two and push back in. The spasming of the bears tail hole had stopped for the most part, but now and then he felt the bear clamp down hard around his length. "Mmm I would say Good Bear but you are just laying there." he chuckles at his joke and keeps pumping into the bears warm insides. Now pulling out almost half of his length and sliding it right back in. Glad his length was shaped the way it was, due to each hard thrust he could feel the bears inner ring stretching around his tip and letting him wedge in deeper. Blushing when he drove into the bear and started hearing wet slurping farting sounds coming from his tail hole. Not having mated with a bigger guy or animal before he wasn't used to it but liked it.
Panting and groaning, he started to trust harder and faster into the poor bear, ears listening to each wet slurp caused by his messy fucking. Precum covered tail hole forced wide by his slick cock, forced open over and over again. His balls covered with his own pre now that he was close again, he felt his furry orbs starting to draw up as he was coming close to climax. Digging his claws into the back and haunches of the bear he started to really fuck him. Dick slipping out once and he saw the blast of his precum spray out and make a bubble from his balls and length down to the ground. The smell of the bears inner earthy musk and his own mixed heavily in the air now almost to the point of not being able to breath. Forcefully pushing his dick back in the bear he kept thrusting away, pounding over and over again trying to grind his balls against the bear and his sheath mashed hard into the wet red tail hole. Looking down at the mess he was making and that wonderful tail hole he couldn't help it any longer. Pulling his length all the way out he drove back in hard and layed over the bear and came hard. Jet after jet of his seed rippled up his length and spilled in the bear. Shot after thick shot roped and webbed the bears insides, thick and very sticky. Whimpering into the bears fur he kept grinding himself against the warm tail hole, even feeling it spasming again and give several wet slurps trying to push him out. But he kept himself in until he was sure every drop of his seed was deep inside the inner ring of the helpless bear.
Several minutes went by while the otter just rested against the warm bear, enjoying what he did and leaving his length inside for as long as he could until he was soft enough for the bear to push out. Chirping when he felt the bear push his length out and some of his cum, but knowing most of it was still deep in the bear and would leave him slick for a while. Panting he kissed the bears fur and pulled himself away and blinked. Noticing now that the bear was hard and out of his sheath. Eyes opened wide he stared at the bears cock, guessing it was easily fourteen inches or more.
"Well I'm in so far, why not see what else I can do..." He said to no one but himself. Rolling the bear over some he gazed at his long length. The bear had a very fat tip and a long length and what looks like a knot near the base. Shivering he was able to get the bear on its back with a bit of grunting and work. Scooping some of his cum from his own length he rubbed it under his tail coating his own black tail hole making it nice and gooey. Not able to resist he moved his muzzle down to the bears messy tail hole and gave it a hard lick, tasting his own cum and some of the bears mess with a deep moan. Licking some more he cleaned up the bear a little, but soon licked his way up to the bears balls. Moving his dry paw to the balls he squeezed them and shivered, guessing the bears balls were about three times the size of his own. Moving his messy paw to the bears dick he stroked it slowly back and forth, watching it glisten in the moon light.
Pumping his paw up and down the large length he climbed up on top of the bear, and felt it stir. Yipping he looked down and the bear was still not moving much and hadn't opened its eyes. Shivering he moved up over the bear, dragging his wet dribbly cock the whole way seeing the bears fur coated with his seed. Murring he lined up the bears dick to his slick tail hole and pushed back hard. At first he only felt the bears tip push against his tail hole and not enter, whimpering he tried to relax himself and push down harder. Growling he wanted this bears huge dick inside of him, and soon he had it. Yelping out he felt that fat tip POP loudly into his tail hole making it pucker and shoot pain through his backside. He tried to pull up and get the bears dick out of him but now that it was in he swore it got larger and wasn't able to get him back out. Pushing down a few inches it stopped hurting now that he was on the thinner part of the bears dick.
Closing his eyes he waited for the pain in his tail hole to go away, and kept swearing under his breath when he felt the bears dicktip swell inside of him. Gritting his teeth he pushed down on the bears cock and yelped when he got half of that dick inside of him feeling it hit his inner ring. Just resting sitting on the unconscious bears dick for now but soon felt it pop past his ring and knew he wasn't getting that back out for a while. Pushing himself down he felt every inch of that dick make its way deep into his guts, the head forcing his insides apart and pushing everything deeper inside of him. Soon he was sitting on the bears lap with the knot rocking in and out of his tail hole. Looking down at his own length he gripped it and was hard pretty quickly. Rocking up and down on the bears cock he was careful to only let a few inches go out and then push down until he felt the knot pop back inside of him. Knowing that the bears tip was so big he wondered if the bears knot would get larger or not.
Soon to far gone to really care the otter started rocking himself up and down the bears length, even going so far as to lift up and feel the dicktip pop past his inner ring and push back in, rocking harder and harder while pawing his thick drooling cock. Noticing that the bears belly and chest was now covered with his musky scented precum he chuckled some. Not paying attention to the slight pain he was feeling every time he pushed himself down on the bear he speared himself down one last time and felt the bears knot pop into him and it wouldn't come back out. Whimpering he looked at the helpless bear under him and felt helpless himself as the bears knot swelled almost as large as the tip and then he felt a warm flow of cum filling him. Not only was the cum filling him but there was a lot of it, groaning feeling his belly swell some and that knot couldn't keep it from drooling out of his now puffy and red tail hole and onto the bears groin.
Grinding himself down against the bear while it was cumming, the otter pawed himself off harder. Pumping his webbed paw up and down his length he tried to flex himself around the bear each time he felt a hard shot of cum enter him. Panting he pumped away and pulled himself up along the length, feeling the knot puckering his tail hole out. With a growl he felt the knot pop out of his tail hole along with a wash of bear cum. Not able to hold himself back he pushed down one last time wedging that knot and still spurting dick into him and came himself. Jet after jet of white silvery otter seed splatters out and over the bears chest and belly, two very large ropes coat the bears muzzle. Whimpering he felt the last few shots of his seed splatter onto the bears fur and still felt the bear cumming inside of him. Locked on the bear and feeling his tail hole spurt out bear cum every few seconds he whimpered and had to wait for the bear to finish. After almost ten minutes of being cum in he finally felt the bear stop and the knot shrinking. Huffing he pulled himself up and off of the knot, but even with all the cummy mess his tail hole was in he cried when he popped the tip of the bear out of him. Feeling a flood of bear cum rush out of him but clamping his tail hole shut again before more then a few cups fell out. A slight slosh could be heard when he rolled over, very full of bear cum and sore. Closing his eyes for a second he stroked the bears side and relaxed, taking in that he just raped a bear and got fucked by it.
Sitting back up he noticed that one of the bears eyes were now open. Yelping and almost having a heart attack right there the otter jumped away from the bear and started backing away towards his car. Looking at the bear he saw a pink tongue flick out a few times and guessed it was licking otter cum off of his muzzle. Backing up towards his car but keeping his eyes on the bear, he saw the large creature roll over slowly so that all of its paws and legs were carrying its weight. Once he was at his shorts he bent over and nabbed them, feeling warm bear cum drool down from his tail hole and over his inner thigh. Once he had his pants though the otter made a jump for his car and got in fast locking the doors. Looking at the bear now he looked into its eyes, being all of ten or so feet away. The bear looked deep into his eyes and he could have sworn it smiled. Watching it the bear soon stood up and started to whuff and then lumbered off into the bushes.
Guessing by this point it was fine, and not willing to get out of his car he turned it on and restarted his drive. Covered in both his cum and that of a feral bear, he hoped to what ever that his parents would be asleep so he could shower and not have any strange questions. He used his shorts to clean up as best he could, not wanting to get cum in his car seat and doubted he would wash them for at least a little while, nothing wrong with enjoying some musk. Setting his cruse he thought that he will never forget this night so long as he lives, and wonders if the bear could figure out what happened.
Story Copywrite Silivenist. Feel free to comment, or email msadd4e at yahoo dot com. Hope you enjoyed reading.