Islander
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Casey's nose was flattened against the plane's window to get a better view of the archipelago below. It was a breathtaking view of lush, green forests and sandy, white beaches.
"Which one are we landing at?" Casey asked, turning to look at the pilot of the small seaplane.
Robert, an aging tiger, pointed through the windshield. "Ya see that one down there that looks like a triangle? That's the one."
Casey looked down at the islands, beaming excitedly. He'd never even been on a seaplane before today, but one of the locals from the last island he was at was making a delivery out to this group of islands and had a free spot available.
The young wolf/otter hybrid had been backpacking through various tropical countries for the past few weeks and wasn't certain he'd be able to return to normal life after all the excitement was over.
The seaplane took a somewhat-steep dive down to the water and the water rudders dipped into the ocean near the shore before guiding them along the dock to park.
Casey helped the tiger unload his cargo and then slung his backpack across his shoulders, looking around at the new land.
"Just 'member to be back here tomorrah mornin' or I'll leave without ya," the tiger reminded him, lighting a cigarette and leaning back on one of the posts.
"Got it! Thanks again!" Casey said.
Casey got a few strange looks as he walked down the dock towards the beach and then up across the sand toward the village. Most of the others he'd seen were dressed in khaki shorts and loose shirts of muted greys and blues. Casey was in a loose pair of gym-shorts and a sleeveless, neon-blue shirt, standing out like a sore thumb.
The hybrid would have the rest of the day to walk around, explore the beach and maybe even hitch a ride further inland. Most of the locals he'd encountered over the past few days had been plenty friendly, even if they hadn't spoken the same language.
The town just off the beach was rather small, and Casey suspected it was only a port instead of where most of the islanders lived; there were a few dirt roads leading through the forest away from the small building.
Casey was too busy looking up and about that he missed the step down off one of the boarded streets and fell into the sand.
Laughter came from behind and he looked up to see a brown otter looking over at him. "Ne t'en fais pas, ami,"
Casey's cheeks burned brightly, but he smiled good naturedly and pushed himself to his feet, giving a small wave. "Uh, hello!"
The otter's chuckling subsided and he returned the smile broadly. "Ah. Hallo. You are not from around here?" he asked, stepping away from where he'd been enjoying what appeared to be a mango. He was a few inches taller than Casey and had a nice definition of muscle on display. The otter was dressed only in a pair of low-riding khaki shorts and the hybrid's eyes couldn't help but dip down to the v-shaped muscles along the waistband.
"Oh, uh, no. Sorry. I'm just visiting for the day," he replied, bowing his head respectfully and then offering a handshake.
The islander gripped his hand firmly, shook once, and pulled him close to kiss him on each cheek. "Ah! Welcome! We are always pleased to have more friends paying us visit." He had a thick accent that the hybrid couldn't quite place.
The kiss surprised Casey and he stiffened at the gesture, cheeks still red under the white fur. "Oh, well thank you! It looks beautiful out here,"
"Ah, bon ami, there are plenty of beauty out here for one to see." The otter crossed an arm across his chest and ducked his head politely. "I am Mikel,"
"I'm Casey. It's nice to meet you," the wotter, as he referred to himself, replied.
"Plaisir est pour moi," Mikel replied and then laughed. "Soz, I am not as used to be speaking in English."
Casey smiled brightly and shook his head. "You're fine. You said that there was a lot of beauty here? Anywhere I should go while I'm here for the day?"
"Oui! I can show you if you would enjoy," the otter said, stepping backwards and gesturing off the small street to an old, rusted jeep.
"Really? Are you sure?" Casey asked, his fluffy, rudder-tail swaying back and forth behind him.
"Bien sur!" Mikel grabbed the half-eaten mango from the table and lead Casey up to the old vehicle.
It was impossible to tell what color the jeep might have been decades earlier, and there was no indication to a make or model. The seats had been worn through and the dashboard was scuffed and beaten. No doors and no roof, either.
Casey held his backpack in his lap as the engine rattled to life. He could smell gasoline burning as the otter pulled onto one of the dirt paths.
Mikel glanced to hybrid, still beaming brightly. "I have never seen someone like you. You look like me, but not."
The wotter chuckled; this wasn't an uncommon wondering for others. "I'm part otter, part wolf," he explained.
Mikel's eyebrows raised and he grinned wide, opening his muzzle to say something, but closed it again, shaking his head. "That is interesting."
The drive through the forest was almost as exciting as their destinations. Twenty minutes of light conversation through exotic trees, tropical birds flying overhead, and monkeys watching them from high in the canopy.
Casey learned that the otter was the same age as himself, twenty-two, and spoke French, Spanish, English, as well as a few other native languages.
The first place they visited was a small cliff that overlooked the tree-tops of the valley beneath. You could see across most of the island and the large town in the center. Smoke rose from some of the buildings as people cooked food or worked small factories.
The otter then drove them deeper into the forest to come out at a beach on the south side of the island. The ocean spread endlessly outwards, broken only by a scattering of other islands in the archipelago.
The company was good and they stopped back by the town to grab some fish and fruit for dinner. Casey couldn't help but crush on the otter as he was lead around the island and shown sights and given fruits and other local treats.
"Just one more stop! It is best for night," the otter said, hopping into the beat-up, old jeep. Casey jumped in and they were off through the darkening forest.
The last stop of the night was definitely the best of all. The ocean cut off a small section of land with a river at one end and the island. Lights glowed from under the water, darting about like aquatic fireflies.
Casey was awestruck as he got out of the jeep and walked down to the edge of the river, gazing down at all the small lights whizzing through the water. "Wow... I've never seen anything like this before."
"We call them Lumiettes, or "Little Lights"," Mikel said, walking up beside the otter and clapping a paw down on Casey's shoulder.
"They're beautiful. Are they fish?" he asked, squinting to try and get a better look. They moved quickly and the blue glow of light was almost hypnotizing.
"Yes. They like to swim close to the shore, and light up some of the beaches on these islands. Almost as bright as your shirt!" he teased, hooking a finger on one of the sleeveless straps.
Casey blushed in the setting sun and glanced over to the otter, eyes falling on that loose pair of shorts and toned stomach. "I like bright colors."
Mikel nodded, his paw still resting on Casey's shoulder. "Mm, we don't see that often here. Same about your mix of species," he explained.
"A wotter," Casey said with a nod.
"Water?"
"Wolf and otter. W-o-t-t-e-r," Casey corrected.
Mikel nodded. "Ah, wotter," he said, more of an "o" sound behind the word. "I am wondering which part of you is which, too." There was a mischievous grin behind those words.
Casey looked up to Mikel, brow furrowed in confusion. "Which part? What do you mean?"
Mikel chuckled and pulled his paw from the wotter's shoulder, unbuttoning the front of his khakis. "If you are like me or non."
Casey's breath caught in his throat as he watched the otter's pants open and a thick, uncut shaft spilled out into view, hanging over a plump set of balls. "Uh. Um, I.."
"Are you otter or wolf there?" Mikel asked, letting the shorts slide down his legs until he could step out of them, now naked in the rising moon.
Casey's eyes followed the gentle sway of the otter's bits and he had to tear himself away. "S-sorry, I... I mean, I'm wolf there," he explained, chuckling nervously.
Mikel whistled and gave the hybrid's hip a gentle pat. "Je veux voir!" he said excitedly, laughing and shaking his head. "Soz. I want to see!"
The wotter's eyes snapped back to the otter's, wide with surprise. "You want to see that?"
"Oui! I have not been seeing a wolf on otter before," he said excitedly, giving a playful tug at the side of Casey's shorts.
The hybrid blushed deeply and brought both paws to the band of his shorts, looking down. "Oh, ahh. Why not, right?" he said, mostly to himself.
His shorts slid down to the ground and he stepped out of them, peeling his loose, sleeveless shirt off as well to stand naked in front of his new friend.
Mikel whistled again, looking over Casey's body. The two were quite similar in how their bodies were shaped; thick rudder tail, a shorter, blunt muzzle. Mikel's ears were small and barely visible under the mane of curly, brown hair, but Casey's ears were longer and pointed.
Casey's fur was a bit thicker, as well. Instead of the smooth, sleek fur along his body and tail, it fluffed up along the thick rudder in a mix of dark greys and whites like a northern wolf.
The hybrid didn't have much time to think about things before one of the otter's paws came up between his legs and gripped his swollen sheath. "Amazing. Otter with a sheath, non? Half wolf," he chuckled, giving the furry holder and experimental tug downwards to reveal a few inches of slick, pink shaft.
Casey sucked in a sharp breath and his body, and length, stiffened at the sudden touch. It was a friendly, explorative touch, and it was gone as soon as it had started, leaving an inch poking free of the fuzzy grey sheath. "Y-yeah. I guess! I mean, it works for me."
Mikel grinned at the hybrid for a few seconds and then turned to the river. "Well, come on. You want to see the Lumiettes up close, you have to swim." The otter stepped gingerly down the small bank into the river and slipped beneath the dark water, silhouetted by the numerous, glowing fish.
Casey hesitated only for a moment before wading out into the river after the otter. The water was cool and refreshing after having spent all day running around to see the sights. The tiny fish didn't seem at all perturbed by the sudden intruders and zipped around beneath the surface, occasionally brushing against the wotter's fur.
Mikel swam back towards the hybrid, still beneath the surface, and curved around beneath Casey's legs, tail trailing upwards to lightly tap the hybrid's balls.
Casey yipped and turned about in the water, legs treading water as he watched Mikel surface downstream.
"Feels nice, does it?" the otter asked, raising his arms from the river and letting the water pour off.
Casey wasn't the best swimmer, but he paddled closer to the otter. "It feels pretty nice, and it's really pretty seeing all the lights swim by,"
Mikel let out a soft, pleased noise, reaching under the water to rest a paw on the wotter's stomach. "If you want... I can show you something else that feels nice,"
Casey's eyes widened and he glanced down through the water to see Mikel's paw tracing fingers around his bellybutton. He didn't even have to respond before the otter had slipped beneath the surface of the water once more.
Lips pressed to the end of his sheath a paw gripped his hidden member through the furry holder, squeezing gently. The wotter could feel Mikel's tongue pressing at the entrance before it slid in, teasing around his canine member.
Casey moaned into the evening air, fighting to keep above water as the otter beneath it toyed and teased with his sheath and member. Exploring, tasting licks searched deep within his sheath, swirling around his member and drawing back to the tip where pre leaked.
The wotter's length was swelling quickly from the attention, trapped by Mikel's tongue. The otter stayed under the water for nearly a minute, lips sealed around the furry sheath. He resurfaced with a loud gasp of air and then chuckled.
"Whew. I cannot be holding my breath too long. But I was distracted by a taste wotter," he teased, paw squeezing Casey beneath the surface.
Casey shivered, legs kicking to keep afloat. "You're quite good at that, too, he said, his own paw reaching down to wrap around the otter's uncut length. He could feel the heat coming from it even in the cool water and it surged when he gave it a testing squeeze.
Mikel groaned and rocked his hips forward into the wotter's grip, both paws moving to Casey's hips and pulling him close. "Mmm, come here," he whispered.
Casey followed behind the otter to the edge of the soft, sandy shore and allowed himself to be laid out on his back, staring up at the trees and night sky.
Mikel was still half-submerged in the water. He knelt down between Casey's legs and nosed up under the wotter's balls and along the sheath, licking along the emerging length while one paw squeezed near the base.
Casey's toes, still underwater, curled into the sand and he arched his back when soft lips parted around the head of his dripping shaft. Mikel's muzzle slid down, skinning back his sheath to reveal more of his length. His fingers dug into the sand and his hips bucked upwards a few tips, breath coming out in halting gasps of pleasure.
Mikel was making soft, pleased noises from around the otter's length, bobbing back and forth from tip to base. His curly hair fell in front of his face now and again, but he'd brush it aside to glance upwards at the hybrid.
Casey and Mikel would occasionally catch each other staring at the other, and Casey would look away shyly, a sheepish grin on his face. His cock pulsed with need and dribbled onto the otter's tongue, knot barely beginning to form.
Mikel pulled away after a few minutes and dragged himself up along the otter's body, water running off his fur onto Casey beneath him. His cock was a bit thicker and longer than the hybrid's and bobbed in front of him, pre running from the hooded head.
Casey leaned forward in a crunch and wrapped his lips around the otter's cock, lips peeling back the otter's foreskin to trace his tongue around the salty, sweet tang of Mikel's pre.
The otter groaned and gripped both of Casey's ears in his paws, rocking his hips forward a couple inches to sink himself into Casey's blunt muzzle.
They rocked together a few times, pre spilling across Casey's tongue before Mikel drew himself back. Neither had spoken in some time, but there was no need for it as their needs were clear.
Mikel lowered himself down against the canine member, the tapered tip dripping against his entrance before spreading him open.
Casey sucked in a deep breath and arched his hips, paws gripping Mikel's thighs. The otter's insides were like fire and it enveloped him completely as Mikel sank down to the base.
The experienced otter just sighed blissfully and wrapped a paw around his cock, giving a few slow strokes. His passage squeezed and milked at the otter's shaft until he was drawing up off the length once more.
Casey's growing knot tugged at the ring, but popped free with ease, drawing a moan from the pair. Mikel shoved down again and gyrated his hips a few times before the knot sank into him again.
The hybrid's breath caught in his throat every time that muscled ring slid over the apex of his knot and his paws squeezed down on the toned thighs.
Mikel bounced on the wotter's lap, small waves rippling out from where his tail slapped against the water they were laying on. His paw worked over his shaft, foreskin tugging back and forth while pre dripped onto Casey's chest.
Hearts beat faster and breaths came out in stuttering gasps and moans. Mikel squeezed himself down on the knotted member, grinding against that thick bulge that was too large to pop in with ease.
Casey's teeth were clenched almost painfully tight as he teetered on the edge of his climax. He curled his toes into the sand and thrust his hips upwards to meet the otter's.
Mikel was the first to shoot off, two ropes of cum spraying up against the hybrid's face and muzzle to leave musky trails of seed.
That set the wotter off as well. His cock throbbed under the otter's tail and he bucked up hard, knot popping inside. Casey groaned and humped back and forth, emptying his balls inside the otter's passage, feeling seed running back out over his balls and thighs.
Mikel's cock left sticky white strands of cum across the wotter's chest and he fell forward to rest against the hybrid. "Mmm... like an otter but wolf," he muttered dreamily, squeezing his passage down on the knot buried inside him.
Casey wrapped his arms around Mikel and squeezed him weakly, letting out a soft chuckle. "This was amazing..."
The islander grinned and propped himself up on his elbows to look down at Casey. "I told you it was a beautiful place. Perhaps I be visiting you in your country, and you show me beautiful places one day,"
Casey smiled wide and leaned up, chancing a soft kiss to the otter's lips which was returned without hesitation. "That sounds good to me," he said.