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_ Part 4 _

(Jonas)

I managed to make it all the way back to my parents' without murdering my little brother. Probably a positive when all'd been said and done, even with his non-stop bitching.

"Hey, Ma," he cried, swerving around the front door. "We're back."

This weird sense of deja vu slapped me the moment I stepped inside after him. Stopped me in my tracks. The TV had been left broadcasting to nobody, doing more to light up the living room than the fading sunlight.

Toni rushed on past it, heading into the kitchen. "Smells good!"

My nose prickled at the scent of cooked fish and spices wafting past him. Ma had already made a start on dinner; standard for when school was out. Only thing missing from this picture was Denis barging by to make a dash for control of the remote.

"Did you enjoy today?" I moved over to the couch, happy to flop down and let it take the weight off my paws. "A tour of Padinica can't be all that exciting."

"I thought it was pretty fun actually." Alen pulled himself from behind my shirt's collar. "Had a nice time seeing all the places you used to go. Your old school and everything."

"Good." That let me smile that much easier as I leaned down to nose his cheek. "I was hoping you would."

"I liked meeting the rest of your family, too." He climbed up onto my palm pads, a firmer prod at my nose helping him on his way. "They remind me of a friend from back home. He's from a fishing family."

"They're raccoons, too?"

"Otters."

"Should've figured." We snickered between ourselves. "You're living stereotypes, each and every one of you."

"Whatever." His little hands ran through my muzzle fur, claws tickling my skin. "How about that raccoon who collects the rubbish back home?"

"And just what is _that_supposed to mean?" He grinned while that rudder of his slapped at my hands. "Oh... you're gonna get such a pinning--"

"Jonas?" Ma's calling jolted me in my seat. Same could be said for Alen, too. "Are you going to come help us?"

"What about Toni?"

"Imma take a shower first! Damn, I've been workin' all day, y'know--"

"Okay! How am I supposed to know--?"

"He'll come help us in a bit," Ma stated. "Stop making excuses."

"I'm not, but... what about Alen?"

"I'm sure he'll find something to watch on TV until dinner." I heard her pawsteps across the kitchen tiles, soon appearing at the archway. "Or, if you like, Alen, you can head upstairs to get yourself settled. I've left your bag in Jonas' room."

"I... I'm fine, thanks. Some TV will be good. Unless I can help out as well... somehow?"

"Please, you're a guest. Stay here. Relax."

"Alright." I could feel Alen starting to take Ma up on her offer there and then. "Thanks very much."

"You're welcome." Her tail flicked and waved, disappearing back into the kitchen behind her. Probably best I wasn't too far behind.

Dad got home not long after Toni finished up in the bathroom, leaving it free for him to get cleaned up while the rest of us got cracking with dinner. Honestly, it didn't bother me all that much. I'd have just preferred to spend some more time with Alen. We'd get plenty more chances for some alone time at least, and in the end, all the hard work we put in in the kitchen totally proved worth it.

With everything chopped, cooked, served and ready to eat, we headed back outside into the cool evening air. Underneath a cloudless, orange sky, we set everything out atop Ma's new table. A big dish of grilled fish went in the middle, with nuts, beans, olives and a whole load of different vegetables organised on plates around it. Ma had even made some of her mint yoghurt dressing to go with it all. Back when I was younger, we only ever had a big meal like this as a treat, or when we had guests coming to visit... I guess now, with me living away from home, away from Padinica, I _was_the guest. Along with Alen, of course. Whatever the case, it'd been a long time since I'd had a meal this good.

I lowered myself onto my bench, taking a lot more care than I did with the couch inside. For one, with so much food balanced on the table, a stray bump might've cleared it completely. For another, I still didn't trust these skinny planks of wood beneath me to stay there.

Once I'd got settled in all of this chaos, I found Alen a space beside my plate. It gave just enough room for his little seat, and also made sure he'd not have too many hands and plates passing overhead.

At first, with so much going on in such a tight space, I figured it might all be too busy for him to properly enjoy. That he'd feel crowded, exposed, and only too happy to get back inside. How wrong could I be.

With all this good food and lively conversation around the table, Alen seemed to find his stride. He joined in as if we were eating in our kitchen back home, or out on our balcony like we did on warm days like this. He looked nothing like the tense, shy little otter that I'd been sitting here with earlier.

The bench crackled as I settled back, smile wide enough that I could feel it. Watching his tail flick, munching on the small plate heaving with food that Ma had prepared specially, I just knew that this whole weekend was gonna go fantastically. Nothing could go wrong. No doubt in my mind.

Long after we'd all had our fill, the chatter around the table showed no signs of stopping. Taking it topic by topic, we caught up with everything that'd happened since my last visit back in the spring. Ma mentioned how she'd be moving classes, teaching kids a year younger than usual once school started up again next month. Dad then brought me up to speed on his latest business idea; a stall over at the Sunday market, where he'd hope to make more on each catch. Toni had a few things to say about that, mostly revolving around how much he hated the idea of extra weekend work. If Denis were here, I'm sure he'd have had something to chime in with, too. Knowing him, most likely ideas of his own that'd help make Dad's 'even better'.

After that short discussion turned into a debate, Ma moved everyone's attention onto Alen before it could become an argument.

In the time it took for the sun to finishing setting, my family's questions must've covered each and every aspect of his life. Not that Alen seemed to mind. If anything, he enjoyed himself, especially when he and Toni got around to discussing some new action movie they'd both seen.

I don't think I could've loved my family any more than I did at that moment. Not once did they bring up his size, nor did they push him about the details of our relationship. They were perfect. Just like I'd convinced Alen they would be.

"That went so well." Even with a full stomach, I bounced all the way up towards my old room. "Can't believe it ended up being that much fun."

Heading through the first door at the top of the stairs, I soon saw that nothing had changed since I'd last been here, which in turn wasn't much different from when I moved out.

I padded on over to my single bed, still sat against the far side wall. Above it, I could see the moon through my open window, rising over the houses of the next street over.

"Hope_you_ had fun, too."

"I did," Alen replied from my hands as I sat myself down. "Way more than I figured I would."

"All the questions weren't too much for you?" He didn't answer right away, focusing instead on sliding out onto my bed covers as I lowered him beside me. "My Ma and Dad could talk on for days about nothing much, so I know how it is. Toni's not much better, either." The same old set of drawers stood beside my bed, with the same old lamp waiting to be switched on atop it.

Across the room, I found the only real obvious change here. A whole load of photos, awards and other reminders of my school days had been neatly organised on my desk, taking up even more space now that I'd taken my old TV away with me. "Forgot that I had so many."

Alen kept quiet. I looked back down to find his muzzle pointing towards his lap. "Alen?"

"Sorry." He jumped like I'd shocked him. "I was... thinking I guess."

"Oh yeah?" I smirked. "What's new?"

My ears flicked to his soft chuckle, but still his head didn't lift. I spotted his hands, sliding and rolling over each other again and again.

"You okay?"

At last I could see the blue of his eyes. I had to wait longer than usual for an answer, I'm sure. "Yeah. I'm great."

"Nothing you want to talk about?"

"No, no... It's nothing."

"Okay. If you're sure?"

"I am." He managed something of a smile. "Really."

"Alright." A big yawn slipped out, preventing me from offering him one back. My bed got an awful lot more comfortable all of a sudden. "Damn. Long day." I shifted around to lie back, head sinking deep into the waiting pillow. Only then did Ma's huge meal really start weighing down on me. It soon left me no choice.

I reached down past my bloated stomach, blindly unfastening the button of my shorts. "Definitely ate too much." No argument from my shirt as it crept up towards my waist. "_Way_too much."

Cool air from the window flowed pleasantly across my increasingly exposed underbelly. My eyes grew heavier and heavier, until another soft stroking started. I leaned over, peering down to my side. "Didn't think it'd take you long."

"It's not like I can just ignore it," Alen cooed. He sat there with his head resting against me, tiny hands circling through the fur of my hip. "A big belly calls out for big belly rubs."

"And don't I know it." I took in a lungful of crisp night air and closed my eyes. The webbing of his fingers tugged at my fur as they went, while tiny claws danced gently across my skin. They tickled as they traced lines over the most sensitive areas, forcing me to squirm every time they hit just the right spot.

"How's that?" The wetness of his nose sent a buck through my hips.

"Cold," I mumbled. "Good."

My side sloshed up as I squeezed him into me, his groaning vibrating through both my hand and my stomach. The rubbing, clawing and nuzzling only got firmer, deeper. It starting me shuddering, grunting. Harder, louder. Alen knew _exactly_how to push my buttons.

I reached for the bottom of my shirt, acting on the urge to go one step further and slide it all the way up to my chest. Not that Alen noticed right away, nose deep into my hip as he was.

"How did you find dinner?" I turned my hand over, cupping it around his backside to help him up onto the top of my stomach. "You get enough to eat?"

"Totally. It was great." He'd still not finished with me. The longer, softer fur bordering my belly button parted as he sprawled, his kneading and stroking soon restarting. "Can't remember the last time I ate so well."

"If you want seconds, you only have to ask. Okay?"

"Thanks, but I think I'll be fine. What I had was plenty." I caught his smirking through my fur, watching him bob up and down with every breath I took. "Why don't you cook like that back at home?"

"Really?Really?"

"Yeah!" Alen hid away deeper into my fur. A loud snort rippled through me, his sweet little rudder waving like a flag above him. "Why not?"

"Because in my book, if something takes longer to cook than it does to eat, that's way too much effort." I brought both hands up to my stomach, one to blanket his back, the other his legs and rear. "I wouldn't hold out on any spectacular cooking from me."

"Well, alright... Guess I'll survive without."

"I'll be sure to make it up to you in other ways." I cuddled him down into my belly, tensing and easing my abs. "How's that sound?"

"I guess that'll do," he replied with a loud grunt of approval. "Y'know, I can't get over your family."

"How do you mean?"

"It's just that... they're so nice. They really don't mind me."

"And that needs getting over?" I ran a finger down his back. "Why in the world _would_they mind you?"

"Don't know." He shifted under my hands, pushing up from my fur to take in air. "It's always a worry, I guess. Having your partner's family like you... Especially with the size thing."

"Yeah, I suppose it is." I loosened my hold to let him move easier. "But I think it's safe to say you've won them round, and then some."

"You think?"

"I do... Didn't you just say the same?"

"I said they're nice, and that they don't mind me. Not that I'd won them round. Yet."

"Stars above, Alen." I started to laugh, hard as I tried not to. "I don't know what more you think you can do. Just relax. Enjoy yourself."

"Sorry." He rubbed at my hand halfheartedly, head dipping.

"Don't be." I carried him up towards my face, settling him into the thick fur of my chest. "I get that you find this difficult, what with... all you've been through. I understand. Always will."

His gentle squeezing told me he'd heard me. As much as I wished I could just... _make_him calmer, make him positive enough to see the bright side of things, it'd be unfair to expect it. All I could do was be there when things got on top of him.

"Have you enjoy today at least?" I rolled onto my side, earning another happy rumble as my stomach and chest pushed up around him. "Overall."

"I have." He pressed into me to find my pecs, voice muffled by fur and flesh. "I liked seeing the town. All the places you used to go when you were younger."

"Happy to hear it." I dipped my muzzle to nose between his ears. "You didn't mind all the time we spent down at the dock?"

"No, it was fine." Alen lifted his head to lick me. "It was nice to see you with your family, actually. See how you all get on with each other."

"And your verdict?"

"I don't mean as in judging you." He leaned in again, kissing at my lips. "More just... See how you all are. In a natural environment."

"Sounds like you're making a documentary or something."

"Hardly." I forced him to hold his thoughts, slipping the tip of my tongue into his cute muzzle. "I saw what you did for your brother, when you were helping him out with those big boxes."

"Toni?" He nodded, making my whiskers twitch as he ran his claws between them. "Yeah, he's always been that way."

"What way?"

"Taking on too much. Biting off more than he can chew trying to keep up with me and Denis. He needs saving from himself sometimes."

"Well, I thought it was real sweet of you. I know how it is to be the little guy."

"Who'd have thought."

"Shush." Alen bopped me on the nose, pushing at my palm to roll his back and tail against my chest. "It's not something you've ever had to deal with, I guess."

I followed his peering off to my old awards and photos on the desk opposite. "No, not really." A few trophies in particular stood out. Most of my first place awards I'd taken with me to Padinica, but one or two from my high school years remained. A collection of silver and bronze medals from those early days also hung on display, along with those from more recent, university-level competitions. Some smaller participation trophies sat around them, as did images of a slightly slimmer, lycra-wearing me in action. "Even with all those larger guys, I was still usually one of the biggest." Alen's little nose brushed at my fingers, asking for a rub under his chin. "Not always, though. I remember a couple of bears from the west coast that I competed against during my first year at university. Man, they'd make _anyone_look small."

"Do you miss it?" Those bright eyes looked up at me. "Wrestling, I mean."

"Well... I don't miss all the training, and I sure don't miss getting up at the crack of dawn to have it."

"And the competing?" His webbed hands stroked over my chest again. "You don't miss that? Wonder what might have been?"

"What, like trying out for the World Games or something?"

"Why not?"

"As if." I snorted loud, wrapping Alen up to cuddle him into my stomach. "It was fun back then, and I'm proud of what I did. What I won. Being known around campus for all the right reasons felt great, but... that was then, and this is now." He loosened up, spreading out against my pads with an impressive groan. "After I put it on hold to focus on final year, I lost any and all motivation to get back involved again. I'm happy to leave competition to the people still interested in it."

Watching over Alen, breathing shallow while curled up tight against me, I wondered if I'd talked him off to sleep. A gentle rock here, a soft poke there, but no response. It's only when I started petting the base of his rudder that he stirred. "Tired?"

"No," he replied through a yawn, hips pushing back against my fingers. "Just thinking about how much I'd like to see you in that wrestling gear."

I scoffed out a laugh, bouncing him with my bulk. "I'm pretty sure it's stored away in my wardrobe someplace. Not that I'd fit into it any more."

"Shame." The pressure against my hand stopped, his hips slowly pressing into my belly fur instead. "Either way, you'll always be my big, strong, wrestling raccoon."

It didn't take long for Alen's pushing to become grinding. My cue to work my stroking of his tail base down to his rear. A hardness soon made itself know against my fur and flesh, prodding firmer and firmer while his huffing warmed them both.

He kept at it all while I lowered him to the bed, carefully shifting forwards so that more and more of my flank smothered him into the covers.

His huffing became panting, small moans joining with each buck of his hips. I held myself there, leaving my otter trapped beneath my weight.

"Come on, short stuff," I growled, idle slaps of my tail sounding out like a drumbeat. "You'll have to do better than that against a 'wrestling raccoon'."

A squeal perked my ears. Harder presses up at my belly started it wobbling. "You're... too big."

"Typical Maleni." I heaved myself up onto hands and knees, sending a roll through the mattress that saw little Alen catch some air. A jab of my nose into his chest fixed that. "Just can't cope with us Visoka, huh?" My huffing blasted his fur from head to toe. "Guess I'll have to go easy on you.

I crawled up the bed, slamming my knees down hard enough to jolt him over and over. He peered up past my stomach as I kneeled, looking smaller and smaller as the bulge in my briefs began to grow and spread over him. "You better do something, now. Else you're gonna get pinned again."

No response. It's only then I noticed him lying flat on his back, staring off into space. His excitement had vanished somewhere along the way.

"What's up?"

"Huh?" The life snapped back into him. "Oh... Nothing."

"You sure? You can't get enough of this usually." I slid away to give him some space. "I wasn't too rough, was I?"

"No."

Looking around my old room, hearing the murmur of the TV downstairs reminded me. "Does doing this here bother you?"

"No, no... I'm just curious about something, I suppose."

"Okay." I swiveled on the bed, dropping down to sit at the edge. "What's on your mind?"

He sat up, helped by my shifting of the mattress. "I wanted to ask about Toni."

"Right..." Here I was, sitting with my stomach hanging out and a throbbing tentpole in my underwear, getting ready to talk about my brother...

"Does he mind being treated the way he is?"

"And what way's that?"

"Before." He went quieter. "Back on the boat, I mean. When you grabbed him. Picked him up."

"Oh." Why in the world was he bringing this up? "No, it's fine. He doesn't mind." I scooted closer. "We messed around a lot like that when we were younger. I was always careful. Still am."

A weak nod suggested I'd answered well enough. How much I'd give to be able to see into that head of his sometimes.

"You wanna carry on?" That got a nod _and_a smile. "Good..." I crept back over, swinging a leg to start straddling him all over again. "Because you'd have to try and stop me if not!"

A small squeak echoed from under me as I lowered, then again as a pair of paws pressed up against my briefs. His worries had ended for now at least.

"You call that_rubbing?" I snapped, glaring down past folded arms at his happy grimace. "Put your back into it, otter." Another groan rumbled against me as I pressed my weight down again. I'd buried his lower half completely, sensing a third, hardening prod into my underside. Alen raised his head, nosing deep into the fabric straining around my own growing shaft. Finally he'd given in. "That's better." His paws moved faster, rubbed harder. Nosing became nuzzling. More and more of his body disappeared beneath my growth. Alen ground his hips, bucking as he reached up past my balls. He clasped my dick tight, sending one hell of a shudder right the way through me. Rubbing turned to stroking, up and down the full length of my head. Those little webbed hands felt _amazing. Like they'd been tailor made for me.

My shirt got closer, tighter. I unfastened the button of my collar, bringing the top of my chest ruff pushing through. The others followed slowly, one by one, putting more and more fur on display. Alen's breathing became panting, getting louder, faster. The heat washed over me. Started me grunting.

Sea air drifted across my bare back. Not that it did anything to cool the temperature in the bedroom. My tail started to flit as I dropped my shirt to the bed. Alen's eyes turned to my paw, watching it trace a path across my chest. I curved it downwards, crossing the border from where my lighter belly fur darkened into the brown of my side. I pressed hard, fingers sinking. A soft squeeze filled my palm with warmth. Little taps started my stomach shifting, jiggling, bouncing. Won barking moans from below.

"You okay down there," I cooed, keeping up that mocking tone. "I'm not _that_big."

"You are," Alen groaned sharply.

"No." I grabbed two handful of my underbelly, rubbing and massaging it right above his muzzle. "You're just really small. And even that's being generous."

"Overgrown trash dipper," he muttered, failing to hide his delight from me. "That's all you are."

"What did you say?" I threw a hand to my hip, shaking my stomach along with my thighs either side of him. "Tiny otter."

"_Not_tiny." The prodding at my underside got firmer still, pulsing stronger and stronger. A patch of slickness had soaked my underside, while my bulge above had grown so far that only Alen's head remained visible.

"Could've fooled me. Just look at you."

I shifted upwards, freeing Alen enough for him to move atop the bed sheets. Not that he did. He just stayed there, squirming, breathing heavier as I teased a thumb under my briefs, exposing the short, milky fur beneath.

"My cock's almost as big as you are." I treated myself to a few generous gropes, growling, heightening the throbbing, sensitive pleasure given from smothering my little boyfriend. "Either you're tiny, or I really _am_big..." My tail cracked louder against the bed. "In more ways than one."

"Mean," he huffed, needing to make an effort just to get that out. I had no intention of going easier for him.

I sank back down, thighs trembling and bed groaning as they took the bulk of my weight. My balls crashed into the bedding, forcing Alen to jump in shock before my cocktip flopped upon his chest. The impact sent a thick glob of pre splattering against his muzzle. I pressed my hands to my sides, leaving him coughing and wiping away at his damp, sticky fur.

"Be a good little thing, won't you?" I bucked my hips, jabbing his chin. "Get to work."

Alen's long, squeaky whine echoed beneath my stomach. If not for the speed he grabbed my shaft, I might've believed the sad eyes he gave me as being genuine.

My whole body quivered at his touch, then again at the coarse lapping of his tongue at my tip. His muzzle worked as one with his hands, with lick following pump following lick following pump. Rougher and rougher he got, both in his handiwork, and his own leaking cock stabbing up against mine. He drove himself harder beneath my weight, starting me doing the same.

I'd run myself low on ammo for my verbal domination, struggling for something to groan that'd help get him on his way. Instead, as my slickness ground up and down the length of Alen's trembling body, I dug deep to summon the harshest, most intense growl I could; one that even his Normaliser would do well to suppress.

"Oh my gods," he cried, voice a cracking whimper. "I think you made the house shake." His tongue nursed over my tender tip, sending another gush of pre all over his face. Not to mention the covers around him.

"I'll show you shaking." I reached back to push my tail aside, fingers finding the button above the tailhole of my briefs. "Maybe I'll end up burying you under something much bigger than this." Another hip thrust told just how messy Alen had got himself down below. "Put you exactly where you belong."

He managed a nod, mouthing a silent 'yes' as I unfastened myself.

"Hah." I kept my hips rolling, forcing my underwear down the curve of my rear. "If you insist..."

I grabbed a pillow in anticipation of everything I had in store for him. My pulse was pounding so hard in my ears, that I came damn close to missing the sound of pawsteps on the stairs.

Alen's eyes went wide, fur drenched to point that he looked like he'd been caught in a storm. "Who's that?"

The steps got louder, closer. It didn't matter who they belonged to. They were right outside!

"Shit." I threw my hand down at Alen without hesitation.

"Jonas--?" Down into my damp crotch fur I shoved him, yanking my briefs up back over my hips. No time to rebutton them. None to deal with all the damp, sticky patches, either. Alen shuddered. "What are--!?"

"Wait," I spat, one hand holding the back of my underwear while grabbing the bedcovers with the other. "Just hold on--"

"Jonas?"

Ma's voice put every strand of my fur on end. The bedroom door crept open. Fuck! No way she'd miss the otter-shaped bulge barely hidden away in my crotch.

"Are you decent--?"

"No!" In all of my twenty-seven years, I'd _never_worked out why she only asked that _after_making it halfway into the room. "One sec! Gods-- I'm just..." I snatched up my sheets, bundling them around myself like some godsawful excuse for a dressing gown. "I was getting changed."

"Okay... Tell me when."

Sitting here like an idiot, shirt on the floor, trousers nowhere to be seen, crotch covered in mine and my boyfriend's lust: I figured I'd made the 'best' of a nightmare situation. "...Okay."

"Sorry." The door opened fully, giving way for Ma to step in with arms full with folded sheets. "I just wanted to bring you both some thicker covers. Just in case it gets cold during the night."

"No prob--" A breathtaking jolt rushed through me. Forced me to lurch forward.

"Are you alright?" She frowned, strolling over to set the covers at the foot of my bed.

"Fine." I pulled my makeshift gown tighter, trying to ignore Alen's shifting and poking below. "Thanks for those."

"That's okay." She scanned the room, until another wave of tail-twitching sensitivity caught her attention. Stars above, _why_was she still here!? "Are you sure you're alright?"

"I'm fine!" I squealed, doing everything I could to look up at her normally. "Really. Ate too much is all... Stomach ache. Not feeling so good."

"Oh dear. I've got something for that downstairs, if you'd like some--?"

"No, no! It'll be fine. I'll be okay. Thanks, though." Ma started to search around again. I took the chance to try and slip a hand under my sheets. I absolutely had to get Alen out of my underwear before he really did something to set me off.

"Is Alen around?" She glanced right back at me. No luck. Damn it.

"Bathroom," I blurted, throwing my hand to my thigh as innocently as possible. "He's in the bathroom."

"Is he happy with the bed in the little corner room?"

"What!?" A stray swipe across my flesh sent my pitch up through the ceiling. "Uh, sorry." I held my stomach, wincing. "What did you say?" I followed her pointing over to the Maleni-sized room set beneath my old desk. "Right... Yeah." I hadn't even looked inside it. "It's good, thanks... but I think we'll be sleeping together. In my bed, like back at home... He sleeps better that way."

"Oh..." Ma took a second, but smiled. "Of course. Whatever you like."

My heart was thumping so heavy that I wouldn't be shocked if she could hear it. I just hoped another part of my anatomy went unnoticed.

"I'll leave these here in that case." She set a smaller set of covers for Alen atop mine. "If he needs them."

"Thanks."

She started towards the door, offering a wave back at me. "Goodnight."

"G'night, Ma."

My bed creaked again; this time from the sigh of relief her leaving brought out of me. Finally, I could start to relax, loosen up... as much as having my boyfriend rubbing against my throbbing shaft would allow at least.

"Good night, Alen," I heard Ma call from outside the bathroom. There went my fur bristling all over again.

"Good--" I threw a hand down to my crotch, pressing at Alen in the sheer hope that it'd keep him quiet. After all this, I'd be holding out on having any more 'fun' with him until we'd got ourselves back home.

"I guess he can't hear," Ma suggested, pacing back to lean around the door. "Wish him good night for me when's he's out, please?" My nodding won one last smile. "See you in the morning."

At last, the bedroom door closed, the sound of paws on stairs coming and going soon after. We were alone again.

I threw off my sheets, reaching down to the uncomfortably sticky mess that my thighs had become. Tugging at the elastic of my underwear revealed Alen's face, just as wet as the fur around him.

"Why--?" He gasped for breath. "Why d'you do that?"

"Don't know. Panicked."

Alen waited there, sprawled out and breathing like he'd been on a swim too long for his own good. "Whatever."

My body quaked as he took my shaft back into his hands, shaking harder still once his lapping at my tip resumed at pace. He'd pushed me so far and in so many different ways, built up so much pressure, that my body demanded release.

I wrapped a hand around my otter, pulling him from my cock as I heaved myself up from the bed. "Gonna get what's coming to you once and for all, now..." My briefs dropped to the carpet, leaving me stripped to my bare fur as I grabbed a pair of pillows. "...Ruddertail."

His big smile started me breaking character to do the same as he wiggled out of his own boxers. I'd definitely have to start calling him that more often.

I pressed him deep into my underbelly, wobbling and hefting it up, letting it drop back down atop him; doing what I could to push him further and further along. After that, a big, full body lick left him squirming atop my open hand, legs twitching at my forearm. I enjoyed the taste and smell of us both together as I leaned down to grab my briefs, placing them onto my pillows before doing the same to him. "Well? What are you waiting for? Move it."

I stood up tall, watching Alen's backside sway as he crawled obediently into position atop them. Slow, groping tugs of my shaft brought me dangerously close to the brink. My legs weakened, body trembling and cock pounding with overwhelming anticipation. "That'll do. Stop right there. Now!"

Alen did so, giving a squeaking groan that made it all the way up to my ears. He rolled himself over, rock solid shaft his body's highest peak as he plucked out the earpieces of his Normaliser. Doing that would offer him the full experience of what was to come. I was only too happy to oblige.

"Good boy." I smirked down at him, reaching out to fake a stretch and start flexing my biceps instead. Every bulge of my arms served as a cue for Alen to stroke himself. As did the solid, heavy steps I took to turn myself one-eighty at the side of the bed. "Now then..." With knees bent and back arched, tail whipping and hips swaying, I let loose another huge, otter-trembling growl. "Brace yourself."

I kicked out my feet, thumping down with a chorus of struggling springs and whining wood. The pillows sank heavily into the mattress, which in turn practically gave way in reaction to my weight. Alen wriggled hard enough for me to feel it, everything but his head left buried beneath me. The cushioning did its job perfectly; flattening and caving to keep him safe if not completely trapped.

"Seems like this'trash dipper' has come out on top," I rumbled, rocking my hips back and forth. "As usual."

"'cos I let you." His damp little cock pressed itself up against me, grinding a short way between my cheeks.

"As if you mind this." My tail wagged softly, brushing over Alen's muzzle. "How many times have I woken up to find you cuddling up to my belly or backside?"

He huffed hard, nosing into the fur beneath my tailbase. "Can you blame me?"

I scoffed out a laugh while nursing myself a hair's width from the bed. "Guess not."

Pressure easing, Alen wasted no time in starting to buck, dampening yet more of me as heavy panting warmed my fur. I timed my hips with his, sinking back down in unison with his thrusting.

We kept up our lovemaking, working faster, breathing harder. I rolled my cock in my fingers, massaging and teasing myself to the very brink of climax. We'd been at it so long, and so intensely, that the musky scent of our sex had flooded the air.

Every stroke brought with it a groan, while Alen trembled with each thrust of his hips. His voice grew more and more muffled as his muzzle pushed between my cheeks. Pretty soon, I could no longer find him on the pillow. The thudding of my wobbling thighs had worked him over so much, so completely, that I'd left him firmly pressed into the soft weight of my rear. Not that I planned on stopping there.

Drop after hammering drop had left the bed a mess; spare sheets tossed to the floor, with those already fitted dragged and pressed into heaped, uneven piles by my grinding hips. Each wandering stroke of my fur, and every lustful squeeze of my rear pushed me on, made my next impact upon the screaming mattress harder than the last.

Sit after sit, rub after rub, surroundings be damned, I followed every one of them with a rasping roar. Alen had long since given up resisting, squealing in joy with every thudding descent and roll of my rear. Our intimacy snowballed, intensified, until the pressure grew too much to contain any longer.

The bed resembled a bombsite by the time one last shudder and one final, quivering moan started from beneath me. I'd crashed down hard enough to almost shake the mattress clear off the bed frame, pushing Alen to cum with enough force to shock even me!

He grabbed my rear tight, sending rope after rope of slick heat deep between my cheeks, splattering and drenching so much of my fur that it left me wondering if he'd ever finish! Man, I'd _really_done a number on him.

Finally, after a good half-dozen shots and then some, he toured his tiny claws beneath the flesh of my rear, nuzzling as he basked in his afterglow.

"Good boy," I rumbled again, reaching around to help him from the valley of my backside. "Huh... I think you're gonna need a shower after that." Holding him there, I leaned down to guide my tongue around and taste his spent shaft. "Or at least, you're going to."

All that remained was to settle him back atop my briefs, stand up and retake myself in my hand.

It didn't take much. Just few short, sharp pumps to finally push myself over the edge. My knees almost buckled with the force behind my release. I'd taunted and toyed with myself so much that I fired off like a cannon, blasting huge, heavy shots that blanketed everything it touched.

Alen never stood a chance. I kept my aim true, even as I threw my head back to moan and shudder at the height of my eruption.

Raining down upon him, displaying my dominance; as much as Alen got off on it, since meeting and getting closer to him... I'd discovered how much I did, too.

"Good gods," he called out breathlessly, slipping the earpieces of his Normaliser back in. "That was..."

"Pretty good." I finished both myself and his sentence off at once. Cock still pulsing in the aftermath, I got a good look at my handiwork. I'd left Alen sprawled out spread eagle, gasping for air, completely overwhelmed. Brown had turned to white. No question over whose partner this little otter was. "I think we got a bit carried away."

"Maybe a little." Alen rose up onto his hands and knees, crawling across my soaked, storm-damaged underwear. I'd totally need to hide them away until I got the chance to clean them. "Totally worth it."

"No argument here." I bent down, scooping him up into my chest. "Glad you had fun."

"You, too... I thought you were gonna break the bed at one point."

"Oh, come on. I wasn't being _that_rough."

"Coulda fooled me!" He ruffled at my chest ruff, claws tickling my skin. "I wonder if your parents heard all your crashing around. Or felt it."

"Stop exaggerating," I replied, snorting. "Besides, it's too late now."

"What if they ask about it?"

"Then I'll think up something to tell them." A lick under his chin seemed to help stop him fretting. "Let's go get ourselves cleaned up... just in case someone _does_show up to see what's going on."

A short shower together later, we returned to get ourselves decent, settling down into our remade bed. The sea breeze floating in kept the room cool, calm, helping us to relax and unwind as we curled back up with far gentler affection.

"You know, you so nearly got us caught earlier," I said, running a finger up and down Alen's front.

"Me?" He shoved back against my chest; a tiny spoon to my far bigger one. "And how did I do that exactly?"

"Trying to call goodnight out to my Ma like you did. It kinda went against everything I was doing to keep you hidden down there."

"What can I say?" His rubber flicked against me. "I was being polite. Force of habit."

"Right... and that's not to mention all the rubbing and grinding you were doing in the process."

"That wasn't on purpose!"

I poked his belly. "Sure about that?"

"Hey!" He wiggled, batting at my finger. "Well, what's a guy to do when he's stuffed tight between a huge pair of underwear, and a huge..." Alen just trailed off, creeping smile suggesting he'd not minded being 'stuffed' anyplace all that much. "Anyway, _you_try calming yourself down after everything you put me through. All that throwing yourself around the place."

"Yeah, sure, because I heard all the complaining you were doing at the time." I shifted forward, leaning my head down towards him with a grin. "Oh, please, stop, don't. Don't be all big and mean. Don't park yourself on top of me."

"Maybe I was! Maybe you just couldn't hear me under all your... you!" He reached up to bat my nose this time. "And that's not even mentioning what came next."

"Oh, you loved it." I bumped his hand aside to lick over his face.

"Never said I didn't." Alen wriggled up the bed, getting close enough to kiss me on the lips and cuddle up against my cheek. "You know, much as I like all our playing, being able to do this right after makes it even better."

"Aww." My ears flicked. "I think so, too."

I lied there with increasingly heavy eyes; Alen's soft, steady stroking helping me drift off towards sleep. I figured it'd be helping him to do the same.

"Jonas... Tell me something."

"Hmm?"

I had to wait a while for him to continue. "Would you prefer things... if I were a little bigger?"

"Bigger?"

"Yeah... If I were Visoka. Like you."

My eyes shot open. "Why are you asking?" Alen just shrugged, looking away. "Would _you_prefer it?"

"Sometimes." He rolled away to stare up at the ceiling. "Sometimes the thought enters my head."

"A lot of thoughts tend to do that with you." My smile went unnoticed. "Where's this come from?"

"I guess I think... maybe you'd like it more if there was more of me to hold onto. More of me to do things with. That I could offer you more allround."

"No chance." I shifted closer. "I like you. As you are, and as you were when we first met. Size and all." Alen's whole expression lightened. A cue for me to snuggle him back into my chest fur. "Besides, what we have, what we do; that's all great. Our own special thing."

"Alright." He sank into me, mumbling happily.

"Feel better now?" I felt his little nod beneath my hands. "Good. That's not something you ever need to worry about. Okay?" Another nod, and another big, contented grunt. "Come here."

After that, we really showed our affections; cuddling close, nuzzling and kissing right up until we drifted off to sleep together. Such a great day. If tomorrow could end even half as well, I'd be delighted.