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RTSYM: Otters Make Good Conductors by: Berserkerb

A crowd of students wormed their way into Dr. Thicktongue's classroom with eager anticipation. Outside, the rain thrashed against the school, and thunder rumbled noisily through the sky above. The students quickly took to their desks, notebooks out, pens ready, and for many, cocks hard. Today's lesson was a special one, as Dr. Thicktongue, the school's physics teacher, was going to perform a lesson on electrical current. However, the presentation was not a simple light bulb, or toaster oven - it was an electric chair.

Dr. Thicktongue stepped into the room from his office. He was a tall lizard, with dark scales. Red-orange stripes ran down from the back of his neck all the way to his tail. Following behind him was his assistant, a shy young otter whose name was Arby. Arby's fur had been shaved completely off, leaving the normally brown otter looking rather pink. Both were dressed in lab coats, and matching violet shirts. However as always, Dr. Thicktongue had forgotten to wear pants, which the students were quite used to at this point. Normally such a thing would be considered a hazard, but no one ever said anything about it - mostly because they enjoyed the view. Arby on the other hand was wearing his usual pair of black pants.

Dr. Thicktongue addressed his students with hands raised. "Alright class, now before you get all excited, there is not going to be any snuffing of my assistant today!" There came disgruntled moan from the class. "There will be," he added, "a rather sexy display of how electricity can be used to stimulate the nerves in the body, thus allowing for a completely hands-free form of ejaculation." The students now seemed even more interested, with ears perked and eyes fully on the otter to their teacher's right.

Arby blushed when all eyes fell upon him. He was not too much older than many of them, and had already slept with more than half of them.

"But remember, I don't want to see anyone pawing off in my class while this is going on. This is a laboratory of science, after all." Many students quickly returned their paws and hands to the top of their desks, smiling innocently. Dr. Thicktongue turned to his assistant. "Are you ready?"

Arby nodded. "Yeah, I just need to strip, and we can get started." He began slipping out of his lab coat while Dr. Thicktongue explained the basics of the device.

"Now, if you will all stop ogling the otter... This electric chair has been designed to send varying degrees of electricity through the subject. We will keep the setting low, as to not harm the subject in any way. We must still be careful, as misplacing the electrodes could cause death." When he said this, Arby, who had just removed his shirt, gulped. The lizard continued. "Now, here on the base of the chair we have the grounding unit." He pointed to the large metal rod sticking up from the edge of the back and base of the chair. "This will be inserted into the subject's rectum, and will provide a path for the electricity to flow." There was a mumbling between the students as they made obvious jokes about the metal rod. "I'm sure you are all amused by this, but I assure you that feeling an electrical current flowing through your anus would cause many - if not all - of you to begin soaking your pants with pre-cum.

Arby tapped the lizard's shoulder. Dr. Thicktongue spun around and looked down at the naked, grinning otter. "I'm ready, Doctor," he said, his voice hiding the nervousness he felt. Dr. Thicktongue bid him to turn around and bend over.

After grabbing a bottle of what looked like lube, Dr. Thicktongue poured a big glob onto his fingers and began rubbing it around and into the otter's bare anus. "This is not just lubrication," he commented as he worked. "This will ease the flow of electricity through his body, as to not burn the sensitive skin. And as you all have noticed, Arby has been shaved so that his fur does not accidentally catch fire while the machine is on." After getting the lubrication in deep, causing the young otter to blush, moan, and begin sporting a hard-on, Dr. Thicktongue lubricated the metal rod. Once finished, he stepped back to clean his hands. "Go ahead and get on the device, Arby."

The otter nodded and stepped up to the chair. All eyes were upon him as he slipped his butt around the thick, metal rod. Once in position, he pressed his body down, squeezing the rod into his hole. The lubrication made a squelching sound as his body slipped further down over the pole. Arby flushed and cooed lovingly. Once he had the whole thing inside, he carefully sat back in the chair, stopping once to whine as the metal shaft poked against his rectum oddly.

Dr. Thicktongue came over and kissed the otter on the forehead. "Very good Arby, you are doing fine." The otter gave a weak whine in concurrence. The lizard then continued by strapping the otter's wrists to the arms of the chair, and then he knelt down and strapped Arby's legs. "This will keep the subject from assisting in causing his own ejaculation," Dr. Thicktongue commented. "I will now place the electrodes on his body. Pay close attention to where I put them, as this will be on the test next week." He rubbed various spots on the otter's body with a clear liquid. In each spot he rubbed, he then placed an electrode, making sure they stuck to the otter before moving on. The last thing he did was wrap a special electrode around Arby's now rather erect cock. One he had them all in place, he took a step back behind a podium, upon which was the control pad for the chair.

Every student had their eyes glued to the otter now. Arby looked a sight, naked, a metal rod in his ass, and various wires sticking off from his body. His cock twitched in anticipation, and there was an air of eagerness about the very room.

Dr. Thicktongue smiled. He pronounced "Here we go," and pressed a bright red button on the remote. The machine beneath the chair shot to life and whirred as it warmed up. All were tense as they waited for something to happen - but none more than Arby. Suddenly, the otter's body gave a slight jump, and the class gasped. The otter began to moan quite audibly, and everyone knew that the current of electricity was flowing through him. There was a loud rumble from the thunder as Dr. Thicktongue stepped away from the podium, a wooden pointing stick in his hand. He used it to point to Arby's left arm. "Notice closely how the muscles are twitching." He waited while the class strained to see it. "You may have trouble seeing it now, but it will become more obvious as I increase the voltage." He pointed out a few more spots for the students to watch for, paying special attention to Arby's member.

He returned to the podium and turned a small dial on the remote. A stronger electrical current flowed into Arby's body. The otter moaned and cooed more fiercely. He swayed his head slightly from side to side, obviously feeling some sort of pleasure. Dr. Thicktongue again pointed out the various spots where the muscles should be twitching, and this time many of them were much more obvious to see. There came another crash of thunder. Dr. Thicktongue turned the dial up one more time, and watched as Arby started howling out from surge of electricity that streamed through his body, twisting through each muscle and climbing down his spine like hot sap.

Dr. Thicktongue, pointing-stick in hand, walked back over, a devilish grin on his face. "Now class, I will show you just how sensitive the electrical current has made our subject's body." He took the stick and gently poked at Arby's left arm. The otter's whole body gave a twitch, and he groaned. The lizard then poked at the young assistant's belly, eliciting a whine and squirm. He then rubbed the stick along the otter's belly, and then pressed the tip on the top of Arby's twitching shaft. Pre-cum blasted out his slit, and the young otter roared from the pleasure. Dr. Thicktongue prodded the side of the cock, and Arby howled out yet again, shooting another load of pre. "As you can see, he is highly sensitive to even a small amount of touch. The nerves are excited, causing everything to have a stronger affect on him. Now then... why don't we help the subject finish ejaculating, and then we can give him a round of applause for his wonderful performance?" He stuck the rod on the top of Arby's shaft, and began to caress it back and forth, from the tip to the small electrode wrapped around the middle of the shaft. Arby let out a high whine as his nerves were assaulted by the ginger touch of the wooden rod. In mere moments, his cock shuddered, and violently sprayed forth ounce after sticky ounce of wonderful otter seed. The warm cum covered his cock, belly, and the area around his groin.

There came another rumble of thunder.

Dr. Thicktongue smiled at the display. "There we are, a job well done for our subject." The class gave a small clap for Arby, though most were already pleasuring themselves, and so had their paws full. "Let me just get the machine turned off, and we can get you off of this thing." The lizard moved to the podium and went to press the stop button.

All of a sudden, there came a booming crash, and the lights dimmed. The students panicked at first, but when the lights came back up they began to settle down. However, something was not right. The machine under Arby's chair had not stopped. Oddly enough, it seemed to be getting louder. Dr. Thicktongue pressed the stop button on the remote, but nothing happened.

"What is going on here?" he said in a slight panic. He pressed the button several more times, but the electrical generator continued to whir louder, and it was obvious that the current was growing stronger. Arby's body continued to surge with electricity, and it became clear that it no longer felt pleasurable to him. The young otter flailed in his seat, his mouth agape, his voice straining to scream. Dr. Thicktongue hurried to try and pull the plug, but as he reached out, a huge jolt of electricity nearly fried his hand. He stepped back, fear on his face as he watched his assistant being electrocuted to death. The voltage soared higher and higher, and Arby was starting to heat up as electrical energy turned to heat energy within him.

All the students stared at the otter with wide eyes. Some of them were horrified, others were curious, and even some were turned on. Arby's body continued to twitch and squirm. The heat coming from his body was immense, and he was literally cooking from the inside out. His heart continued to beat, as the wattage was not sufficient to cause the heart to stop. He looked over at the lizard, and steamy tears dripped from his eyes - or perhaps it was juice. Either way, Dr. Thicktongue clasped his muzzle, tears streaming down his face.

Everyone continued to watch the young otter being cooked by the electrical current. All were too stunned to move. Arby's body grew quite red, and had even started to brown slightly in a few areas. It was not until ten minutes later that the machine finally broke down, and slowly came to a stop.

Dr. Thicktongue approached the steaming body and examined it closely. He solemnly proclaimed, "He is dead," though everyone had figured it was so. The entire room held the scent of cooked otter meat, and it made quite a few individuals drool. Dr. Thicktongue bowed his head in silence. Then, a minute later, he shrugged his shoulders and said, "Oh well, better not let him go to waste." The astonished class watched as he picked up the telephone, and called out to the kitchen. "Hey Mr. Ladle. I had a little accident, and one of my students got fried... Yes literally... Yeah, just bring over some forks, knives, and plates... Thanks, and see you soon." He hung up and made his way back to Arby's body. He stared at it longingly; then, he knelt down before the steaming otter, and removed the electrode around the otter's cock. He leaned in and wrapped his muzzle around the steaming shaft, much to everyone's surprise. He slurped at the meat, suckling on the juices, and reveling at the taste of cooked semen, which had soaked into Arby's shaft. He deep-throated the whole rod, and then sucked the two hot orbs into his maw. He savored the taste for a while, audibly enjoying the tasty otter flesh. Then, out of nowhere, he bit down into the tender flesh, and tore the dead otter's cock and balls right off his body.

Steam poured forth from the new opening. Dr. Thicktongue stood up and began chewing at the prize in his mouth. His teeth sliced and tore into the meat, spilling wonderful juices onto his tongue. The lizard chomped and chewed, drool and meat-juice spilling passed his lips. Finally, he titled back and gulped the whole mess down. A small bulge traveled down his scaly throat, and disappeared behind his chest.

He slurped his lips and declared, "He tasted divine!"

Not much later, Mr. Ladle showed up with a slew of plates, forks and knives. Each student received one of each, and was told to line up while the hyena carved out slices of the cooked otter for them all.

Everyone came back for seconds, and Dr. Thicktongue came back for thirds.

* * * * *

Later in the day, after the class had left, and the remains of Arby's body had been removed, Dr. Thicktongue was finishing filing out the accident form for Arby's death. He dotted his 'I' and folded the papers under his arm. He looked at the electric chair and gave a sigh. Then, he bent down, and pulled out a small device from the bottom of the podium. He unplugged it from the remote, and carried it and the papers into his office. He set the machine down on his desk, and filed the papers for later. He picked up a picture of Arby, and a sly smile crossed his lips.

Touching the picture, he said aloud, "I'm sorry Arby, but the moment I laid eyes on you I knew I had to taste your wonderful looking flesh." He stroked the device on his desk like a little pet. "And everyone thinks it was a freak electrical accident. Ha!" He took the picture and tossed it into the garbage can. "Now then, let's see about my emails..." He opened up his mail, and was delighted to see a response to his ad for a new assistant. He opened the email, and saw a picture of a fine young mole, who had eyes like sapphires. "Well now, this one looks promising." He clicked the 'reply' button, and started writing a response. "I've never had mole before..."

The End