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Whitney sighed as she watched the people file off the plane. The otter's painted nails tapping against her cheek as she waited for the aisle to clear out some. It had been a long fucking trip and everyone was eager to get out of the plane. She was too, but rushing the aisle wouldn't help things.

"Excuse me, could you get up?" the dog next to her hissed. The old bitch had been whining and huffing about everything the entire flight.

She rolled her eyes and heaved a sigh, "Yeah, I'll get right on that." The otter stood up, took one look at the crowd, and immediately sat back down. "Nope, looks like we're gonna have to wait for everyone else who has important shit to do."

Jowls flapped with a huff, "How dare you take such a tone with me. DO you know who I am?"

"Some old bitch who hasn't learned patience?"

That got a full blown gasp of shock. The dog leaping to her feet and snarling down at Whitney, "I am Joanna VanderBelt-Smithe! If I do not make this meeting in three hours then it could lose me a client worth millions!"

On went Whitney's earphones, "Sounds like you should've planned your flights better." She let out the largest of yawns that she could, shifting to plant her knee firmly against the seat in front of her. No way the dog was getting around her now. Whitney was as eager to get out of the plane as everyone else, but now? Now she was more than willing to let her stubborn streak show off.

More blustering, now with pointing. "How dare you take that tone with me, young lady." She started forward, but Whitney refused to budge. The swimmer's physique more than capable of blocking the Karen-type from getting past. Growl pressed to her ear as the dog leaned down, "My meeting is more important than whatever a stubborn brat like you might be doing. I make more money in a year than you ever will in your miserable life."

Whitney was on her feet in a flash, whiskers twitching as she growled at the dog. It was just a flash though, her growl turning into a soft noise as she smiled at the canine. "It might be, but mine will be more fun. See, I am coming to meet a friend of mine that I haven't seen since high school. For the next week, we are going to hang out, watch movies, he's gonna show me his favorite spots here, and," she leaned in so she could hiss this right into the dog's ear, "I am going to fuck his brains out ever chance I can every get him to unzip his pants." Eyes wide, the canine backed off like Whitney had just slapped her. Cocking her hip to the side, she cracked a wry smile, "While you're in your meeting, just remember that I'm probably going to be putting some claw marks into his headboard as he fucks me senseless. And yes, he is that fucking good."

Surprise of all surprises, the bitch sat down and didn't say a word until Whitney decided to try her luck at getting into the aisle. Even more surprising was that Whitney managed to get her bag and out of the plane rather smoothly. Humming along with her music as she followed the signs out of the secured area and towards baggage claim. She hadn't been lying to the bitch about her plans, nor had the bitch been entirely wrong about how much Whitney made. After high school, Ian found himself heading stateside for college and who knows what. Whitney had tried for college, but money had to be made so she found herself a job.

Keeping in touch with Ian was a breeze, they talked almost constantly over messengers. Seems he'd taken to the college life like a fish to water, by all his reports. Meanwhile she... well she was here. It'd taken scrimping and saving every cent she could but she'd managed to get enough together for a long trip. Scheduling it with Ian had been cake too. He had some classes left, mostly finals stuff, but that would be wrapped up pretty quick then she'd have him all to herself.

"Yo, Whitney!" The voice cut through the crowd, making her attention snap to her long time friend. She nearly launched herself at him, but hesitated a moment. Nearly a year apart had changed him. Ian seemed more relaxed than she'd seen him before. His hair buzzed down to a fine fuzz. It wasn't just the hair that had changed either. His entire demeanor had shifted somewhat. He'd always been somewhat confident and seemed to know just where he stood in any group of people. Now? Now he was just radiating that smooth Mr. Confidence that he'd always shown when it was just the pair of them alone. It really brought a smile to her face to see him again.

Her hesitation was only a split second, barely even a break in her stride. The otter sow calling out, "IAN!" as she launched herself towards him. He only had a second to brace himself before she literally leapt at him, arms and legs wrapping around his body in a full form hug. He started to laugh and say something, but her hands pressed to his cheeks, forcing him to angle his head towards her so she could give him a full-force kiss.

Made all the better when she saw that hound bitch stop to gawk. Whitney locked eyes with her and might have added a bit more tongue than was necessary.

Ian had been ready for a hug or a whoop or something. He hadn't exactly been prepared for that full on battle cry before she launched herself at him like some sort of stud-seeking torpedo. Nor the way she so fervently shoved her tongue into his mouth. He wasn't about to complain either. Both hands coming down on her backside to hold her close, squeezing that toned rear as her legs squeezed his hips.

Whitney broke the kiss with a gasp, "I have fucking missed you!" Her whiskers twitched as she grinned down at him, still squeezing his hips with those powerful legs of hers. Was it just her imagination, or did he feel a bit thicker than before?

He laughed and gave her rear a firm pop, "I missed you too, but time and place." Nothing could stop his cheeks from coloring a bit as he remembered their little going away party before he left. Or the celebration after their last swim meet on the same team. It was a fucking miracle she didn't show up here with baby in tow. Just thinking about that made him wilt a little, tempering his lusts ever so slightly. Had to distract her from trying to ride him right here. "Whitney, where's your bag?"

From her vantage, she looked around. "Oh... oops. Sorry!" the otter called as she hopped down, hurrying over to where the carry-on had slid when she catapulted herself. While the bag hadn't tripped anyone up, it had slammed into a very unamused looking rat. "Hadn't seen my friend in year."

"Must be some friend," he muttered, shuffling off to some other destination.

Ian joined her, "How was the flight?" The question coming naturally as they made their way to baggage claim.

She heaved a sigh, "Don't fucking ask. It wasn't that bad until the layover in..." the otter waved a hand, "I don't even remember where it was. Just that I couldn't leave the terminal for five hours. Fuck all to do there but eat whatever overpriced junk food they had. Which..." she paused mid-wave and sniffed. "I need a real meal, a shower, and somewhere to crash. Doesn't have to be in that order."

Grinning, he put an arm around her as she sagged, "Let's get your bag and then we'll see about those three." Whitney leaned against him with a quiet murr as they crossed to the baggage area. "Remember how rough it was when I made that flight. Ended up crashing and being out of it for a day. Missed my appointment to find a place to stay. Was afraid I'd have to end up in the dorms or something." She laughed, remembering when that had happened. He'd sent her a lot of message, in a near panic over it all because he and his dad had been hit by jet lag pretty hard. Luckily Ian's pop had made a few calls after and the agents seemed to understand. Or at least they claimed to. "Which was your bag?"

The change in subject threw her for a moment, Whitney looking at the carousel. "I packed pretty light, to be honest." She held up the case she'd been carrying around. Didn't plan on needing a lot, and beside he'd mentioned how he had a washer and dryer, so she could just toss her stuff in there if she needed. Given the choice, she might not even have to use clothes, depending on how much she can get him to stay in the apartment.

Ian's whiskers twitched, "Could've told me before we came over here," he huffed, only acting like he was mad at her.

Whitney smothered a yawn behind her hand, "Whatever, I needed the chance to walk some more." Truthfully, she could feel herself starting to drift. Pretty hard to get some good sleep going on in a plane seat. There wasn't a lot of room there, and her traveling companion had been rather loud the entire time. Whether it was complaining to the steward or just snoring, it was just constant aggravation.

His arm swept around her and gave her shoulders a squeeze, "Hope you packed your suit at least. Got a great pool I hit up, figured you might like to go for a swim with me at some point. Might be able to give you a few tips while I'm at it."

Now that was more like old times. The jabs, probing each other, going swimming, sliding off somewhere for a bit of... She smirked, "Please, you teach me a few things? I spend more time in the water each week than you do in a month." Teaching swimming courses at the community pool still counted, didn't it? Might not be competitive, but it was still swim time.

Ian kept an arm loosely around her as they roamed out of the airport and into the parking area. She found herself scanning the cars, wondering what her friend would have gotten. Something sporty perhaps? Couldn't very well imagine him in a sedan or something equally boring. Though she was mildly surprised when he tapped a fob and the lights flashed nearby. "Uh oh," she started, a smile creeping across her lips as her friend stopped with a confused look. "You've gone native. Got yourself a jacked up pickup truck."

He laughed, "Not my first pick for a car, but know what? I got it cheap. Guy bought it from his brother, to give to his kid. Kid kept speeding and staying out late, so Dad sold it at a loss to teach the kid a lesson."

"Good going, Pops." She tossed her stuff into the back seat before pulling herself up into the front.

Ian nodded, "Yeah. He made the kid watch as I handed him over the cash for it too." He scratched at his neck lightly, "It was honestly a bit awkward. Saw them start a fight as I drove off. Called the guy a couple days later to see if he wanted it back. Said nope, kid's having to work to get his next car."

Whitney smothered a yawn, "Even better for him." She settled against the door as Ian fired up his behemoth and started out. The otter stretched and yawned, looking over at her friend with a smile. Leaning against the armrest, she got herself nice and comfy. Thinking about how, once they got out of the parking lot, then she'd just lift that armrest up and...

"Whitney. Hey, wake up." she woke with a start, blinking blearily. Ian grinned at her, "There we are, worried I might have to drag you out of the truck. Might have to answer some questions after that." He grabbed her bag, "Will carry this up for you though."

She smothered another yawn, "My hero." Whitney cursing herself for falling asleep like that. Not really a surprise though, all things considered. Following Ian up the stairs to his apartment was a bit of a chore, since he lived up on the top level. "Must've been a bitch moving everything in." She offered, staring at his rudder the entire way up.

Ian laughed, "Yeah, was a fun tromp all the way up. Dad did one of those room rental things though, so their guys moved the furniture in. Hold this?" he swung her bag at her, Whitney only then noticing that he was holding a bag of food too.

"Could've carried something," she grumbled, grabbing up her bag and the food as well. Waiting as Ian opened his lock and made the way inside. "Nice place," she offered with a whistle. Ian had always been from a good family and it was obvious that his folks hadn't spared a single expense when shipping their baby boy off to college. Even if the furniture was from some rent-to-own place, it was stylish and comfortable looking. His couch alone nearly taking up two walls by itself, set directly across from a stupidly big TV. She felt a pang as she thought of her own place. With its furniture so old it felt like habit was the only thing keeping some pieces together.

Ian knew what her place was like, he'd picked her up there a couple times in the past. His ears tickling back before standing up again. "Ah you know how it is. Folks wanted to make sure I could focus on school and training. So," he changed the subject so fast she nearly got whiplash, "shower or food first?"

That was the easiest choice she'd made all day. "Shower. I feel nasty as fuck." Although the pizza was smelling good, "Don't wanna keep you waiting to dig in though."

He took the box from her and waved, "Pfft, it'll survive. Bathroom's down on the left unless you wanna use the master bath. Gotta go through my bedroom for that."

"Ooh, master bath. Look at Mr Fancy college boy," she teased, slinging her bag over a shoulder with a smirk. "I'll make it quick then." She hesitated a second before leaning in to plant a kiss on his cheek. Grinning as she headed for the master bath.

The bedroom was pretty dark, heavy blackout curtains cutting down the light and noise from outside. Whitney dropped her bag on the bed and stopped a second. Looking towards the door before leaning in to sniff at his bed sheets. They were clean. As in freshly laundered, hadn't even been slept in yet clean. Was he trying to impress her? Clean sheets were certainly a plus, as was the fucking massive King bed. Although, it wouldn't have been her first choice for this bedroom. Damn thing took up too much space, nearly blocking access to the other furniture. Running her fingers over the bedding, she wondered how many other women had been up here in this bed since Ian moved here? He'd talked about flirting with some here and there, but nothing beyond that.

Could he... she shook her head before that thought went too far. She and Ian were friends long before they'd fucked. He'd told her everything, and she'd done the same. It was one of the reasons why she'd decided to risk it with him. Anyway, shower.

Whitney breathed out a sigh of relief as she stripped her clothes off. Even a year out of school and away from the team, her body was still fit and fighting shape. Smooth pelt gliding over toned swimmer muscles. There was a bit of extra weight that hadn't been there before, but she put that up to just working and hanging out around the house most of the time.

Ian's ear twitched at the sound of the shower coming in. The boar heaving a sigh as he dropped to the couch. Holy fuck what was he going to do? Just seeing Whitney at the airport had reminded him what she meant to him. She was easily and readily his best friend, distance hadn't changed that. When he saw her, and when she launched herself into a kiss, it reminded him of that physical attraction he'd had for the longest time. Memories rushing back of countless nights, lounging out on his parent's couch, not a stitch of clothing on and playing with each other. Which had led to that evening at the last swim meet.

That had been risky. Without a fucking doubt that had been too risky. If he'd actually knocked up Whitney then every last scrap of honor in his body would've kept him at home to be with her and their child. Which meant he would have given up on everything he'd worked for. His scholarship, college, even the chance to make it at the Olympics. They'd have never looked at some kid from nowhere New Zealand, but he was getting attention here.

It didn't change how he felt though. Or how eager he'd been to see Whitney again. He knew that she was going to want sex, and he knew that he was going to give it to her. Sure as the sun rose, his cock would be in her before long. She'd just have to understand that condoms and birth control were a must.

He idly picked at his own shirt, looking towards the bathroom in thought. Be easy to slide in there and have some fun with her. Even as tired as she was, no doubt she'd welcome being pinned to the shower wall and railed. Just thinking about it made his loins stir. Hell, even if he didn't, then they'd likely end up on the couch as they'd always had before. Clothes off and her body against his. Hips doing that naughty squirm she always loved to do, rubbing her rudder against his groin. Thighs squeezing his hand as he played with her. Each teasing the other until they were ready to pop, then moving on to a great finish in a sixty-nine. All he had to do was take off his clothes and she'd be out of the shower, raring and ready to go.

No. He had to present a strong front. This visit wasn't just about sex. He wanted to catch up with his friend. Show her where he lived, what he was going through right now, get her to understand what he was working towards. A bright future for himself... and for her as well?

"Yanno, thought you'd have better towels than this." Whitney ruffled her hair, "Those can't soak up water for shit." As expected, the otteress was as naked as the day as long, fur still damp in spots from her shower, but at least she was feeling more like a person. She paused and looked at Ian, "What's this you got?"

He had been leaning forward on the couch as he set out the pizza and some beers for them. Shirt having been tossed away but his pants still firmly in place. He perked his ears and looked back, getting an eyeful of the naked sow. "This?" he lifted his arms and rolled shoulders to show off the tattoo emblazoned across his back. "Told you I was getting some new art. Showed you a picture too."

It wasn't just that she was staring at, though the stingray was some really impressive art. It was the new muscle he'd put on. While it had been a year since she'd last seen him, she knew his body well and damn! He'd been working out a lot more. "Yeah," she started with a laugh, "just forgot about it is all." Nails traced the edges of the tat, watching as his muscles shifted. Imagining what it'd be like to be pinned under him, letting him use that new strength of his. "Jet lag."

He laughed, "Yeah, was a bit of a pain to get it going, then waiting for the fur to grow back. Had to get it touched up in a couple spots when the dye didn't take. Mom was about ready to kill me though, Dad loved the design." Ian barely had time to lay back before Whitney slid across the armrest.

Draping against him with a quiet chitter, "Think it looks good on you."

Old habits die hard and he found himself moving to lay down, the sow tucking up against his front with a contented sigh. "Thanks," he smiled, pressing his nose to her hair and breathing in. Humming quietly as she got herself comfortable against him. Which naturally meant there was a lot of butt wiggling and grinding into him before she was comfortable enough to get a plate and a slice. Ian took it and nibbled at the edges, careful not to drip on his snuggle buddy as she got herself a plate. "Anything you want to watch?"

Another wiggle, this one slower against his body. "You'd mentioned that weird foreign thing you'd found. It sounded fun."

Ian huffed into her hair, eyes narrowing as he stretched for the remote. Purposefully pressing himself hard against her tail as he did. "Yeah, that one about the retired salary man and the food." Thighs slipped around her tail and squeezed. She didn't hide her moan as he did, just pushing back against him and rolling her tail.

And so the show started. The otters watching it as they nibbled on their pizza, sipping on beer, and wiggling their hips. Any thoughts of laying down some ground rules long gone as Ian's length began to strain at his pants. His hand tracing over her belly and up to cup a breast. Drawing a quiet hiss from her as she arched her back into his chest. Nibbling at her pizza before reaching back to rub him through his pants. Her nails scraping over denim before searching out his buckle. Tail arched and hips rolling, teasing the boar even as she worked to blindly open his pants. A slight shift of his body letting his hand move to help her. Metal chiming as the belt popped open. Zipper hissing down to let his length strain against her, only held back by the barest protection offered by his jockstrap.

Whitney breathed out a quiet sigh as that warmth was pressed against her, not seeming to care that it was housed in a strap. She turned her attention to the pizza on hand, nibbling at it. "Stuff is pretty good," the compliment came as her hips rolled. The otter almost swimming against her friend. Body undulating smoothly as her tail shifted within the squeeze of his thighs. Thick base bumping against his privates before she settled again with a quiet chitter.

Ian ground his teeth as her motion kept pushing him up more. Forcing his pointed cock to slip out of his underwear and press against her rear. Huffing into her ear as his hand traced over her ribs and along her sternum. Pausing there before going right for her breast. "Yeah," he let his hand trail back down, "place has some great pizzas. Real oven too."

Stretching over her, he reached for a beer. Whitney reaching up to stroke his cheek, angling his head down to give her a slow kiss. While it wasn't as fierce as the one given at the airport, it was infinitely more intimate. Ian's whiskers twitched as raw electric joy raced through his body from head to tail.

The kiss ended slowly, with her sucking on his bottom lip as she pulled away. "Hey, Ian?"

"Yeah?"

She arched against him with a huff, "Your beer is right on my tit and it's fucking cold!"

"Sorry," he laughed, taking a swig before leaning against her to put it down. She stole it before he could, taking a long draw. Biting his bottom lip, he groaned as her hips rolled against his. Memories of countless times spooned up on his parents couch. Of blowjobs and foreplay. Of the weekend together and the little times they'd slipped off alone here and there for some risky play. Always going for their game of her trying to get his load as deep in her as it could go, while he was trying to pull out. While he sure as fuck didn't mind fucking her, in fact he loved it, that risk...

Tucking an arm under her neck, he nuzzled into her neck. The sow humming quietly as she rubbed her cheek into his arm. "Hey... um..." he started slow, hand falling to rest on her hip. "I am so fucking happy you finally dragged your ass all the way up here for a trip." Lips brushed the nape of her neck. "Missed your punk-ass more than I thought I would. Been too busy here to even think about getting homesick or anything. School work, training, meets, some days I'm just so out of it I can't even remember what happened. Now that finals are done and you're here." He pressed his nose to her neck and breathed in her scent. Holy fuck, he'd missed that. Sure, he'd had girls hit on him, even tried the odd date, but no one had quite filled the same niche that Whitney did. "I want to fuck you. God, I want to just throw you on your back and fuck you every fucking chance I've got this weekend. That primal part doesn't care if we use a condom, birth control, or whatever, but..."

He sighed into her neck, "I'm afraid of the risk. I mean if we... If I..." he buried his nose into her neck and closed his eyes. Two fucking weeks he'd been practicing what he'd say and now he was at a loss. "Just let me use condoms, say you're on birth control, let me pull out, doesn't fucking matter how." What would his folks say if he knocked her up? Would they pull their support? Would the college let him keep his scholarship? There wasn't anything in there about wrapping it before he tapped anything, but he'd heard so many horror stories about people losing scholarships over the most minor things. "You understand where I'm coming from, don't you? Future's so bright I need to wear shades and all that fucking jazz."

Dropping his hand, he ran his nails lightly over her stomach, tracing her abs. "Not just mine, but... could even be our future. I mean... arggh, I don't know what I'm even saying. Just kind of rambling. But you understand don't you, Whit?" She was silent. Not even her hips were wiggling against him anymore. Heart sank, worried he'd just alienated the person he'd felt closest to. Was he being selfish in not wanting this. No, he was being practical. Wasn't he?

"Whitney?" worry began to gnaw at him, eroding that confidence he'd been building since coming here. Ever since he'd been approached by his coach and scouted. It was all starting to crumble away in seconds.

A soft sigh slipped from her. Whitney's cheek rubbing his arm lightly. He held his breath as he waited for her answer. "Zzzrnk." A little cough, then another slow inhale as her body relaxed fully. Dropping her plate and half-eaten slice onto the floor. Ian heaved a quiet sigh of relief and pressed his nose to her neck, breathing in her scent again.

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There was always that moment between waking up and figuring out where she was. Whitney often found herself passed out on the couch at home, in her bed, or even a chair. Just wherever she happened to be at the moment. Judging from how soft it was she was in a bed, so that's a start. Sheets were much nicer than the ones she used. It took a few moments for her jet-lagged brain to drag itself out of the mire of sleep before she pieced everything together. The plane trip, meeting up with Ian, pizza, him talking to her about something, and now she was in bed.

Alone.

Fuck.

Rolling over, she stared blankly at the wall as she waited for that fog to lift. What she was sure of was that she fell asleep on the couch with Ian. Didn't know what time that was, and she wasn't sure what time it was either. She flopped onto her back with a quiet huff, staring up at the ceiling.

"Hey," she looked up to find Ian standing in the doorway. The male panting as he leaned against the door, "Good morning, lazy-ass." He flashed a smile at her. "Just got done with my run. Would've asked if you wanted to join, but..." a moment hesitation as he thought about how cute she had looked. "Well, you were snoring like a fucking bear choking on a chainsaw."

She nailed him right between the eyes with a pillow, flopping back with a huff. "I do a lot of things, but I don't fucking snore."

He laughed, "Yeah, but you were still sleeping pretty heavy. I know how bad jet lag hit me, so figured you might need the sleep. But if you'll excuse me..." he paused to lift an arm and sniff, "I worked up a good fucking sweat and need a shower." Maneuvering around the bed in the dark room, Ian dropped his clothes into a hamper. "I'd picked you up a phone too, had it on the bedside over there." He waved into the dark. "Don't have anything planned today other than wanting to hit up the pool and see the sights around town. But first, de-stenching."

Whitney watched as he disrobed and strolled into the bathroom. Door thumping shut most of the way before the light came on. She lay there in bed for a moment more, strangely disappointed he hadn't slid over her before going to the shower. Muzzle screwed up as she thought about it. She could just barely remember something. His lips against her neck, nuzzling into her as he said something. Words lost in a fog of exhaustion. Only waking a little as he moved her to the bedroom and tucked her in. Joining a time later. Hesitant at first, then tucking against her with a muted sigh. She was so out of it, she hadn't even heard his alarm or felt him get out of bed. What a way to start her vacation, huh?

Ian scrubbed his head furiously, biting back the frustrated growl. What the fuck was he going to do? He'd struggled to even say anything to her last night and she was out cold. Now he didn't know how much she'd heard, if anything at all. Then he went for a run without waiting on her? How long had she been awake before he showed back up? Stupid, fucking stupid.

He sighed and just turned on the water. A shower would help, it always helped clear his mind and gave him a chance to think things over.

Stepping in, he let the water run over his back. Gritting his teeth as he was blasted with icy cold water. Ian shivered and twisted the knobs, standing his ground as he tried to get it just right. Not the best way to handle it, but it was certainly getting his head cleared.

Planting his head against the tile, he just let the water wash over his body. Eyes closed as he focused on breathing before anything else. Calm down. Find your center and then work from there. Get your shower first then worry about what you're gonna do with Whitney later. See how she feels about everything before you go and get your jockstrap in a twist. Nails dragging through his fur as he worked to get the sweat out.

Then a second pair of hands slipped around his chest to rub abs. Breasts pillowing against his back as Whitney leaned against him, "Figured I'd join you."

Ian half-turned to face her, "Whitney, I..."

"Shhh," she rubbed his lip, "it's as much your vacation as it is mine." Smiling, she leaned in to kiss the other side of her finger. "Have a fucking blast no matter what."

And like that, his cock was at full attention. Whatever qualms he might have had mere seconds ago, his soldier was acting as if they'd come straight from the couch and grinding. She slid in front of him, hand falling to his shoulder as she pressed into the kiss, belly fur rubbing over his tapered length.

It was his turn to deepen the kiss. Hands falling to her rear and lifting the otter with a low, playful grow. She giggled into the kiss, legs wrapping around his waist so she could plant her pussy right against his base. Hips squirming to tease her friend. Ian's growl pushed into the kiss as his tongue struck out to press into her mouth. Whitney's meeting with enough force to stage a token resistance. Arms draped around his neck, feet hooking together just above his tail. Entire body flushing as she felt that manhood throbbing between her legs. The base twitching right against her slit and getting her so fucking hot she might just cum from just feeling him against her!

He turned pressed her to the wall about the same time her hips were lifting. The pointed tip of his length nestling between her petals. Legs tightened, drawing him closer as he stepped in tighter. Otters sharing an eager gasp as her warm tunnel wrapped around his cock.

"Mmmfuuuuck," echoed off the walls, groins pressed flush to each other as nails dug into flesh. Balls twitching as they nestled against her body. Walls rippling over the S-shaped length, welcoming it back.

Thrusts started out quick, Ian showing off his new muscle by driving Whitney into the wall. She arched with a gasp, his muzzle instantly burying itself against her neck to muffle his own call. Heels dug into the small of his back as she drew herself sharply to him. Matching each of his thrusts with a pull of her own. Voice rising in pleasure as his teeth grazed her neck.

Water splashed over the pair as they rolled, sleek forms slapping off each other. Whitney's thrust starting at her shoulders and rolling down her body. Ian's feet firmly planted, one hand braced on the wall and the other cupping her back. The sharp crack of wet otter pelt echoing off the tiled walls. Pairing with the throaty moans and growls. Ian's teeth digging at her shoulder Whitney's teeth finding an ear to suckle then nip at. All sense quickly leaving the pair as they gave themselves over to the primal need.

Tongue slipped over the shell of his ear, "Gonna....MMMMmmmfffucking bastard!" Whitney nearly cracked her head of the wall as she let it wash over her. The otter nearly screaming as the most intense orgasm she'd had in a year wrecked its way through her.

Ian ground his teeth, "Whitney... I..." his entire frame shook as balls tensed. Hips barely even moving as she clamped around his cock.

"Wherever!" was all she managed to gasp out.

He pressed tighter to her, entire body shaking. A growl forcing its way out against her neck as he bit down. Cock twitching on the very cusp of letting loose. Some shred of sense cut through and he pulled out, "Knees," was all he managed to gasp out.

Whitney fixing him with this dreamy, pleased smile, "As you wish, Master Fucker." She dropped to her knees before he could think of asking what she meant. Tongue darting from his twitching balls right up the underside of his length. Fixing him with a smile as she opened her mouth wide and dove down. Her tongue cradling his length as she took him all the way down to his root in a single bob.

That was all she wrote. Ian grabbing her head and thrusting. Balls bouncing off her chin as he came hard. Length twitching in her mouth as he spilled every pent up drop of cum he had. Seemingly dumping a year's worth of spunk in a matter of seconds. Her tongue bathing the bottom of his cock as she bobbed her head, suckling around him. Only allowing a dribble of his cum to leak out of her lips as she smiled up at him. Thick tail splashing off the wet tile as she hummed around him.

She drew back just as his climax was dribbling to a halt. Letting his cock rest against her muzzle as she smiled up at him. Her lips curling around a ball to suckle on it as the last of his spunk dripped onto her hair and face.

"Holy fuck," Ian gasped, knees nearly buckling as she tended to him. "That was..." he could only shudder as she stood up. Watching as she ducked under the shower to clean herself up. "Wait, what was that Master Fucker business there?" His knees almost gave out as he tried to right himself, so he stayed against the tile for a moment before trying again. Legs a bit more stable the second go round. Easing up behind Whitney to get in on the shower action he'd come in here for.

Whitney craned her head and kissed his chin, "Well you won our little bet last time. Or did you forget when all the blood rushed to your big fucking cock?"

He jumped when her hand came down to give his sheath a squeeze. "Ooh. Yeah, I forgot about that." Ducking under the shower, he scrubbed nails through his neck fur. Working his way down to his belly and groin to get cleaned up. "Hold on," he stopped and looked at her, brow arching. "You seriously fucking remembered that?" Now that the blood was actually making it to his brain, he frowned in thought. "Hold on a tick, that was just for that weekend."

She turned and threw both arms around his neck, "We spent that whole weekend fucking each other's brains out. Best of five, seven," she rolled her hand, "and so forth."

Arms wrapped around her, drawing her closer with a quiet churr, "Didn't we get to something fucking stupid, like 27 or something like that?" Whiskers twitched, "Were we even keeping track by the end of it?" His hands traced the curve of her hips, "I remember a lot about that weekend, but not who won."

Lips brushed his chin, "Fuck if I know who won. Think we both did." She laughed, "Up to you if you want to claim the bet or not. I'm fan-fucking-tastic either way."

Whitney was first out of the shower. Snapping up a towel to swipe the water off her pelt. Bonus for being an otter was it was easy to dry off. Well, except for her hair. She'd let it grow a bit longer than usual, shaved on one side and dyed a vibrant color blend called 'Miami sunset' with matching nail color.

He joined her, powerful arm wrapping around her to draw her against his chest. Lips finding hers as the towel dropped, tongue invading her mouth with a throaty growl. She nearly melted in his embrace as that tongue was forced nice and deep. The kiss broke almost as quickly as it started, a growl slithering past his lips, "I fucking missed you."

Those words carried more weight than they were ever meant to. Whitney turning to look him in the eyes. Her hands roaming up to cup his cheeks. Thumbs brushing his whiskers as she looked straight into him. Leaning in close enough that their whiskers brushed. Breathing each other's scent as they stood in the middle of his bathroom, dripping onto the floor and still shaking from their climaxes. Just being with each other for the moment, understanding without saying.

"Prove it, Motherfucker."

It was a good thing that the bed was so big. Ian practically throwing Whitney onto it. She howled a mad laugh, watching as the boar stood, silhouetted, in the doorway before launching himself at her. His larger, harder body knocking the wind from her as he drove her into the bedding. Lips meeting in a feverish kiss. Hands roaming all over each other, nails digging through springy pelt and scratching at the tender flesh under. Legs and tails twining around and with each other. Her soft folds kissing his raging length again. The quickest of greetings, ready to welcome each other back with a cry of, "FUCK!"

Both otters cried out as he pounded into her. Bed creaking from the force of their passion. Her body arching to his, rolling in those quick swimming motions. One foot planted on the bed, the other wrapped firmly around his waist, meeting each of his feral thrusts with one of her own. He growled at her, head dropping to lavish attention on her breasts. Sharp teeth finding their way to her nipples. Lips and tongue making short work of bringing them to peaks so his fangs could pluck at them.

Whitney rocked back into the bed with a gasp. Kicking a leg up, throwing it around his waist, toes curling, always moving as Ian showed off to her. Each of his thrusts absolutely slamming her into the bed. Moans being driven from her by the male's vigorous thrusts. Her eyes rolled back in her head, mouth hanging open as she tried to keep up with him. Wanting, needing, to match him thrusts for thrust. Rudder thumping against the bed and lashing as she tried to squirm only to be driven back into place by his neck hammer blow.

It was fucking amazing.

She wasn't the only one wanting to move and mix things up, but he was going to have it at his own terms. Ian's teeth digging at her nipple, tongue lashing over the firm nub as his growl pressed into her. Each thrust burying every single scrap of cock into her. He managed a solid few minutes of absolutely drilling her before ripping his cock out.

"All fours," he managed to pant, teeth bared and eyes wild. That look sent shivers through her spine and made her squirm.

Whitney rolled over, "Getting a bit eage..." she had only just settled onto her knees and elbows before he threw his body against her. Tail getting forced high, front dropping to the bed as his weight crashed into her. Member diving right into her pussy and hitting rock bottom.

She grabbed the bed and tried to push up, but Ian shoved her back down, nearly standing up as he fucked her like a savage creature. Eyes rolling back as the boar just wrecked her in the best way. Pleasured screams buried into the pillow as she grabbed at anything. Hips shaking and pressing back. Not even attempting to keep up with his wild pace. She felt her gut tighten mere seconds before her orgasm crashed over her. Thighs shaking and pushing her higher, face buried into the pillow to muffle the screams. Didn't want the neighbors to think Ian was murdering her.

At least that would be her train of thought if he had stopped. Instead, he just kept fucking her right into the arms of another gut-wrenching orgasm.

Hands closed on her hip and tail as that thick rudder lashed and slapped against his side. Ian's training giving him a fucking fantastic stamina, but he was still a mortal man. There was only so much that one could hold off when faced with something as sexy as the sow under him. Teeth ground as he felt his length twitching, getting ready to unload. Hips drew back as balls tightened with the impending release.

"AHHH!" Whitney managed to belt out as Ian dropped his full weight onto her. Legs giving out and dropping the pair of them to the mattress. His body pressed flush to her backside as warmth flooded her. A vacant smile plastered on her face, the very definition of fucked silly. His breath puffing against her neck as he rode out his finish. Letting every last drop he had spill into the sexy otter under him. Savoring the sensation of her walls squeezing him. Of that cum starting to leak out and drip down his balls by the time he was done and spent.

Lips graced her ear, "That's one for you." Ian chuffed a laugh and gently eased off her. Dropping to the bed with a huff. "Holy,"

"Fuck," she agreed, trying to laugh but her stomach twinged. "Ow! Sonuvabitch, I think you made me cum hard enough to pull something." Whitney wobbled, managing to flop beside Ian despite having the strength of an overcooked noodle. Ian laughed and earned a tired slap from her, "Fuck you, Ass." There was no getting rid of her smile though. Especially not as she felt his seed trickling down her tail.

His arm swept around her shoulders and drew her in. Whitney scooting over to tuck against his side with a sigh. Head leaning back in the crook of his arm so she could look at him. Ian bearing the same pleased, well-fucked grin that was plastered on her face.

Turning his head, he nuzzled into her hair with a soft chitter. Breathing in her scent as his eyes closed most of the way. Not tired. Not by a long shot. Content would be a better word. "Whitney. You know I..."

"I know." She sighed, the noise carrying every ounce of contentment that she felt. Head rolling to press against his in a slow nuzzle. Every fiber of her being still humming with the intensity of what they'd just been through. Her hand falling to trace over her own stomach. "If I..."

His hand joined hers on her stomach, "I know."

Curling closer against him, she breathed out a sigh and let her eyes drift closed. Enjoying the moment they shared while it lasted.

"Hey, Ian?"

"Hmm?"

"I'm fucking starving."

Which wasn't for long, or maybe it was.

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Whitney let out a soft groan as she leaned against the car door, "Oh, I ate too many pancakes. Why didn't you warn me that they were so fucking good?"

"Think I did." Ian smirked at her, "Warned you that the place was legit." Then a second later, "Are you gonna be okay? Don't want you making a mess in my truck, had it detailed before I picked you up. Wanted to show off to my girl."

She snorted, "Your girl? Please, just because I enjoy you fucking me senseless doesn't mean anything." Whitney huffed and stretched, rubbing her food baby, "I'll be fine. Just let me digest it a bit more." Ears perk as she looked out the window, watching the city roll past. "Where is this pool anyway?" Some swimming would do wonders for working off breakfast. Even as heavy as one they just managed to scarf down. She'd been reasonably skeptical of any place claiming to be 'The Original' anything, much less one that looked like a quaint country cabin. Complete with fireplace smack dab in the center of the dining area. Place had great food and she knew she'd better work off that before she got fat.

"It's at the college. Supposed to be closed right now since school's out but," he flicked his keys, "Coach gave us a key. Said we can use it to practice so long as we give him a call to let him know. That way if the campus cops call him, he can cover for us." Holding up his phone, "Which he's already given his okay."

Body arched against the seat, "What a good little boy scout you are."

"Hey, fuck you."

"Wait till we get inside at least."

His nose wrinkled at her and he shook his head, prompting her to repeat the gesture with a mocking sound. Smiles cracking at almost the same moment.

Ian pulled his truck up to the complex, "Here we are." Whitney grabbing the gym bag from the back before he'd even thrown it into park. "Eager to get in the water?" He called after her as she leapt out the door, nearly hitting him in the face with the bag.

"I work at the pool, do you know how long it's been since I got to swim in a real fucking pool without having to worry about someone's little brat going in the deep end? You're goddamn right I'm eager to have a relaxing swim in some decent company." Ian found himself staring at her ass as she hopped up the stairs, rudder swaying with each step.

At least he remembered to take the keys before following that siren booty, "So I'm decent company now?" came the tease as he nudged in front of her to unlock. Holding the door open with a mock bow.

Fingers brushed his chin, "Don't push your luck." Stepping in, she paused just beyond the door. The only light coming from the skylight, which was honestly plenty. Her whistle echoing off the walls, "Fancy, even got a nice cover over it all."

Ian was fiddling with the lock before shutting the door. "Yeah, give me a sec and I'll get it open." Humming quietly, he wandered off into the offices. Whitney grinning at him before dropping the bag onto a bleacher before starting to just strip out of her clothes. Kicking off shoes and tossing them beside the bag. Not rushed at all, just nice and casual since they had the place to themselves.

The cover rattled open slowly, Ian returning a second later. "Please tell me you aren't gonna skinny dip," the statement came despite his wish that yes, she was going to skinny dip.

"Don't be stupid. Hard to fuck in a pool. Remember when we slipped off and I tried to give you head underwater?" Judging from his snort, he recalled exactly. While they could certainly hold their breath long enough to probably have a good session, they'd probably come up coughing and sputtering. Kinda killed the mood to nearly drown because you were having an orgasm. "Sides, you know the rule."

"Swimming is sacred." Ian licked over his lips as Whitney bent over to sort out her swim gear from his. The boar padding over quietly and letting his hands slide over her hips.

Whitney glanced over her shoulder, "Who's the eager one now?"

"The guy who is about to eat your fucking pussy until you squeal." Pushing her tail higher, he shoved his muzzle between her legs and let his tongue slide over her lips.

Her gasp turned into a moan as he teased her. "Not gonna hear me bitch about it." Tail hiking higher as she arched her back. Ian's tongue pushing in to lap at her walls. Whitney biting on her bottom lip to cut off the pant as her insides grew flushed quickly.

Ian's moan shook though her insides as he buried his face into her. Hand sweeping up to play with her entrance, thumb sliding between petals to ease over her clit. Coaxing it out from behind the hood with gentle rubs. Her scent drew deep moans from the star swimmer. Hot breath washing over her pussy lips as his tongue and teeth tented to her tender parts.

Whitney dropped her head, shuddering as she rocked back. Forehead resting on crossed arms as she watched her friend vigorously feast on her. Biting her bottom lip as she squirmed and pushed back, rudder thumping off his head with a groan. "There you go, eat that fucking pussy until I scream." Nails scraped off the wooden seat as she rocked back with a huff. "Bet you love eating out my twat, dirty fucking boy scout." Licking her lips, she ground against his face. "Taste your cum in me?" Thighs shook as his teeth grazed her clit, tongue curling around her before suckling. "Oh... you're good, but....mmmmph, not g-gold medal... Material..." she huffed, cheeks flushing.

He took that as a challenge. Fingers diving into her as he lapped at her. Tongue plunging in and swirling against her digits. A deeper groan coming from her as she arched her spine. Her tail thumping off his head as she huffed and growled. Ian's fingers digging deeper and hooking just right.

"FUCK!" the yelp echoed through the gym. Head thumping off her arms as thighs shook. Whitney gasping as her entire body shook, "Dirty trick, going for the G-spot."

Ian grinned, standing up and dropping his pants in one shot. Cock raging hard and standing proud as he stripped down. "What was that about a gold medal?"

Tongue hung from her maw as she watched him take off his shirt. Hiking her rear and wiggling her hips back against him, grinding her ass cheeks up and down that delicious cock of his. "Shut up and just fuck me already."

"As you wish," he growled, slapping her ass cheek before lining up and driving home. Groaning as her body spread around him again, walls still trembling from her orgasm. Whitney breathing out a groan of her own, rocking back to meet his thrusts. Loving the sound and feel of his body bouncing off hers. The slick, heavy impacts of their lusts echoing through the pool.

Licking her lips, she grinned back at him. "Bet you've wanted to do this for a long fucking time. Much as you win here, not often you get to score." Thrusts started to pick up pace with a growl. She knew some of his dirty secrets, those little fetishes and fantasies that he'd never told anyone else about. And she sure as hell wasn't above stoking his fires. "Should we invite some of your team buddies over for a swim?" Driving back with groans as he leaned over her. Teeth finding their place at her neck. "We slip off down the hall and..." she gasped as he jerked his hips harder against her backside. "O...or maybe..." she growled and dug back against him, "go some place, slip into the backseat of your truck and..."

"FUCKING...MMMMMPFH," he silenced himself by biting down on her shoulder. His entire body driving hard against hers as he came. Adding another load deep inside of the sow. Making her sigh happily and grind her hips back against him. Keeping herself moving to get that little bit of extra spunk that she could. Even going so far as to slip her hand down to rub his balls.

Ian came down slowly, holding Whitney tight against him as he huffed. Leaning back, she kissed his nose, "What's that about gold medal?"

Holding tight, he growled and nipped her neck. "Ha fucking ha." Wrapping arms around her, he drew her with him as he sat down on the bench. "Think you're really funny don't you?" He nipped at her neck and shoulder, hands dancing along her belly and sides as he tried to tickle her.

Shame she wasn't ticklish there.

Whitney swatted at his hands, "Hilarious and you fucking love it." Standing up, she turned to face him, straddling the male as she sat back down on his still hard length. Hands swept over his cheeks as she leaned in, starting to bounce on his cock with a moan.

"Never said I didn't," he huffed. Feet planting on the edge of the wooden seat so he could give as good as he got.

Low moans joining together as the otters started slower. Lips meeting in brief kisses. Bare bodies pressed closer together now as they simply enjoyed each other's presence. Whitney's hands roaming his muscles chest, tracing the traditional Maori tattoos there. Ian's exploring the small of her back and tracing her spine. Light, soft kisses steadily deepening as they shared a moan. Tails sliding over each other as she barely even moved her hips. Letting his length stir that cocktail within her.

Neither lasted long, not so quick on the heels of Ian's gold medal performance. Ian's nails digging at her hips as he pushed up, adding to the mess within his lover. Whitney's breathless gasp pressing to him as her walls rippled around him, drawing that precious seed deeper.

Kiss broke slowly and they rested foreheads against each other. Smiling into one another's eyes. Bodies resting together as they soaked it all in.

"Better?

"Photo finish. 8 out of 10."

A soft laugh, "Oh, the judges are harsh even after all the pandering to them." His hands swept down to her hips, feeling their joint mess tickling out of her steadily.

She nuzzled into his neck, "It made it hard to stay impartial, that's for sure." It was her turn to bite his neck. Holding on as she suckled there, body rolling ever so slightly against his with a quiet moan. Enjoying the feel of him far too much. It had been a very long year.

Whitney was the first to move, easing herself off his spent cock with a shiver. "We came here to swim, not just fuck around." Snatching a towel from the bag, she used it to wipe herself down, not wanting to leak anything into the pool.

"Hey, I hope that's not my towel you're using. You can't expect me to use that later." He would, but he'd still voice a token protest.

She sniffed, "Don't worry your pretty little hide, I packed enough towels for both of us." One was enough wasn't it? They had shared worse over the last few hours. Tossing him the towel, she flashed a grin and dug out her swimsuit, "Brand new for the occasion. What do you think?"

Ian wiped himself off with a hum, "Will need to see it on you before I pass judgment."

The pair pulled on their swimsuits, Ian going for the one he always used while training. Whitney's was every bit as form fitting as the one she liked, but with some brighter patterns. He angled his head and reached out to pluck at it, "Wasn't a fan of the color until I saw it on you." A naughty grin flashed across his features as he reached up to give her peeking nipple a pinch.

"Yow! Fucker!" She reached out and repaid him in kind. Pinching his nipple and giving it a twist. "And of course you'd say that, I remember how you drooled over my yoga pants." Grinning, she made sure to pull her suit a bit higher up as she strolled towards the pool.

Rubbing his chest, "What can I say, you wear stuff like that like a fucking boss bitch. Speaking of which, did you bring any yoga pants?"

Whitney dove into the water, reveling in the feel of the heater-warmed water wash over her. She dove nice and deep, fingers brushing over the bottom of the pool before surfacing. "Fuck no. You'd ruin them before I got to show them off much."

Ian took a stance at the edge of the pool. Easily bending over until he was touching his toes easily. Tail swaying just a second before he smoothly dove into the water. Trailing towards her like a torpedo before surfacing close enough to almost touch, "That's the point of it though, isn't it?" He grinned, whiskers twitching against hers. "Should make a trip to the store and pick you up a couple pairs."

Her lips brushed his, "Oh look at Mr. Extravagant, wanting to buy me clothes just to rip them off me." She leaned in with a quiet murmur, "Are you gonna flirt, or show me how good you've gotten?"

"Is that even a question?"

"Technically it is."

"Skank."

"Fucker."