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It was late at night. A heat wave had swept through the city; one of the hottest on record. You were unable to sleep, left tossing and turning in your bed for hours. You had to do something to cool off.

As quiet as a mouse you slip out of bed, pulling a pair of shorts and an old tee over your jockstrap. It's been too warm lately to sleep in anything else. You can see the old forest sitting on the edge of the city outside your window. A perfect escape from the heat, the trees and shadows keeping it nice and cool even in the dead of summer.

You pull the front door open, instantly hit with a wave of slightly cooler air from the outside. A shiver runs over your fur; from the peek of your head all the way down to your long otter tail. You don't bother putting on shoes, and take off into the night.

There was a river running along the side of your small home. You follow it for a while, reaching the edge of the forest within a few minutes. Scattered clouds drift above, casting dark shadows across the water. It looks so inviting. But no, you have another goal in mind tonight. As much as you'd love to go swimming, it's too late. What if something happened? Far too dangerous.

The river splits at the treeline; cutting away from the path and off into the darker parts of the forest. You turn away from it and continue deeper into the woods.

Instantly you cool down as the shade from the trees drift over your fur. Strange how even in the dead of night a shadow could bring so much relief. You close your eyes and sigh, enjoying the brief respite from the heat. Still though, you feel restless. You feel the urge to move, to stretch your legs. It's not as good as swimming, but a run feels in order.

You break off into a light jog, careful to pace yourself as you go. You really should have brought some water along but it's too late now. The path twists and winds through the trees, leading you deeper into them and away from civilization. The sounds of the city slowly fade away as the thick bramble of trees and bushes muffle most sound. For the first time in weeks, everything is peaceful.

The trail passes through an open clearing. You stop in the middle and look up at the stars. You're far enough away that the light pollution has almost entirely vanished. The small pinpricks twinkle above you, framing the pale August moon. The sight fills you with a sense of calm you haven't felt in years. The stagnating heat from the previous week almost evaporates into nothingness as you stare.

A sharp crack in the woods behind you shakes you from your reverie. You spin around, tail swiping through the air as you search for the source of the sound. Your small otter ears perk up as you listen intently.

Moments later you spot it. Him. Hidden in the shadows at the edge of the clearing are a pair of deep lime eyes, peering at you out of the darkness. The dark form attached to them looms out of the murky blackness. You stand there, paralyzed with shock.

The eyes drift forward, and you can see the figure step into the light. Easily seven feet tall, the lime eyes are attached to a viscous canine muzzle. The ruddy brown-red fur of the neck leads down to a well sculpted torso. Attached to the shoulders are heavily muscled arms, and below the pecs a trail of fluff leads over his powerful torso. A large sheath sits between two large thighs, tying the whole body together.

The werewolf grins and lets out a low howl as he meets your gaze. On quiet paws he walks across the open clearing and towards you. Your heart beats a frantic tempo in your chest as you stand there, unable to move.

He reaches you. You're not a short otter by any means, but your head barely reaches his chest. The beast gazes down at you, forcing you to stare up at his eyes. They glow in the moonlight, untold depths swirling around in them. You can't help but stare up at them.

Your head starts to feel a bit fuzzy. Stray beams of moonlight drift over his face as you continue to fall into his eyes. The werewolf smiles, running his massive paw over your back.

"There we go. Just keep looking alright?"

Something compels you to nod. It feels nice to just listen to his voice. It's not as deep as you expected. Most of the larger canines you knew had rough gravelly voices. This one was smooth, with an underlying current of amusement to it. He grinned as you nodded.

His paw drifts towards your tail, the large fingers slipping under your shirt. Your arms drift up and over your head as he pulls your shirt up and off. The slight breeze running through the woods ruffles your chest fur as you stand there. Even more lingering heat from earlier in the day is whisked away, relaxing you further.

Your legs buckle slightly as you stare into his eyes, your head feeling dizzy. The werewolf leans you against his chest, patting your head gently as he does. The feel of your cheek against his chest sends a feeling of calm through your body, and the slightest grin spreads across your face.

"What a good boy you aren't you, little otter. Already getting hazy"

He presses your face against his chest for support, nuzzling you into his chest fur even further. You let your eyes glaze over and lose focus as he runs his other paw down your back. He stops to tease the small of your back, running his rough paw pads over the base of your tail.

"Let's get you free of this. Good otters don't need to wear much. Wouldn't it feel so nice to match me?"

Strong paws grip the base of your shorts, carefully slipping them down and over your tail. The same breeze from before caresses your rear as it's exposed to the elements. Another shiver courses through your body. It felt so good to listen to the werewolf beside you.

His paw drifts from your back to your chest, rubbing at it and moving down slowly. You try to keep yourself in shape; swimming for a few hours a day most days of the week. The werewolf makes a small noise of surprise, clearly appreciating your hard work.

A soft squeak escapes your own muzzle as his paw lightly grazes the pouch of your jockstrap. A wicked grin appears on his face as gives it a slight squeeze, watching you squirm at his touch.

He chuckles. "As much as I'd like to have you match me, I think I'll keep this on a little longer. I don't think you'll complain either way." He says before twisting one claw around the band around your waist.

You nod once again, feeling too light headed to speak. His voice seems far away, even as you feel the vibrations of his words rumble through his chest and into your mind. The heat from his body is different from that of the hot night, and you welcome it. It was getting so hard to speak, and even harder to think.

The werewolf moves his paw to your face, gently grabbing your muzzle and directing it upwards. He rubs the underside of your chin, gazing down at you. "You're mine now, aren't you pup." It's not a question.

Something inside you cracks, and you fall deeper and deeper into his eyes. The glow of the lime green irises pulse even brighter for a moment. You can see yourself reflected in the darks of his eyes. A small part of your brain wonders how this happened. How you let yourself fall so deeply under his control. You can see your own body, limp and standing there. Completely relaxed, nice and enthralled. As you stare you catch a glimpse of a glowing green ring form around the inside of your own iris, cementing your place as the creature's plaything.

He smiles, and rubs your face gently. "There now, that wasn't too hard. Not that at least." He adds with a smirk. "Now why don't you follow me, my new pup. The night is still young, and I have plans."

The werewolf begins to back away slowly, his paw beckoning you forward as he heads to the edge of the woods. Your tail drifts lazily from side to side as you follow him. You don't need to think, or worry about where he's leading you. It's enough that you've been told by him to follow. Satisfied that you're following him, he turns and leads you into the forest. Your view of his sheath is replaced by his own behind; beams of moonlight casting shadows across it.

Branches break underfoot as he leads you further and further into the woods than you've ever gone. At one point you reach the edge of a river, and he stops to help you across, clearly worried you won't be able to in your current state.

"We'll be back here later, don't worry. I'm sure we'll need to clean up."

Eventually you reach the opening of a cave set into a large cliff face. The werewolf steps inside the entrance and waves you forward once more. Like a good otter you obey, and follow him blindly into the dark. His eyes are all you can make out as he guides you through the dark and around some twists and bends.

Suddenly you turn a corner, and the cramped passage opens up into a moderately sized cavern. Modern lamps surprisingly are mounted into the walls, and a fan circles above. It seems even a creature of the night needs some modern comforts once in a while. A large pile of blankets and pillows sit in the corner, and he directs you over to them.

The werewolf lays back in the pillows, his eyes boring directly at yours. His paw strays down to his sheath, and with a finger curl he orders you over it.

"Come here for me. Let's get you used to my scent. It'll make things all the easier, trust me." He says as you plod your way over. You kneel on the blanket below him, a stare down at his sheath. You can feel your own inside your jock stir slightly at the sight.

His hand reaches up and behind you. His large paws rub your back slightly as he pushes you down towards him. A barely perceptible whiff of his musk drifts across your nose as he does. Your muzzle parts slightly as you begin to drool slightly.

Canine teeth peek from the sides of his lips as you stare. "Told you so. Feels good to do what I say, doesn't it?"

Something about the way he phrases it stirs something inside you. A third shiver spikes up your fur slightly as you start to get aroused at his touch.

"Thought so. It feels good to listen, doesn't it?"

Another shiver, and you can feel your rod slowly slip out of your sheath. The smooth fabric of your jock rubs slightly against the tip as it pushes forward.

The werewolf chuckles, his own nose twitching. He can clearly smell your excitement. "It feels so good to just obey me, right?"

You nod, and feel another tinge of pleasure. A small dark spot forms on the front of your pocket as your tail stiffens.

"Such a good boy. You're mine now aren't you.Such a good little otter, and all for me. Isn't that right?"

Your cock starts to push further out of your sheath, reaching its full length within a few seconds. The slightest graze of his paw pad against your fur sends a wave of excitement and arousal across your body. He stares at you and smiles, those lime green eyes full of satisfaction.

"Getting close now are we? Just a little more, and then we'll be done. And then you'll be completely mine."

You start to pant slightly, encouraged by his words. Your hips thrust forward slightly, leant over his body as you are. It feels too good to listen to your new master, and you can't help it.

"Say it then. Say it and I'll give you what you crave. Complete submission for a release; a good trade if you think about it."

Your cock twitches in the air as you nod blankly. Submitting would be nice. You want to regardless, don't you? Anyone that can make you feel this good and warm can't be too bad.

"Just a few simple words, and I can give you all you crave. All you have to do is say the words and it's yours. Don't you want that?"

You nod. You do, you want it more than anything else in the world. You let out a squeak in agreement.

"Tell me what you are. Tell me who you belong to. And I'll release you." He smiles, knowing he's won.

"I- I'm a good otter. I'm your good otter". You gasp out, barely able to contain it.

He reaches out and grabs your face, pulling you in close for a kiss. "Good pup." He whispers slightly before making contact.

The steadily rising crescendo of pleasure hits a plateau, and holds for a moment before erupting. You feel yourself shoot burst after burst into your jockstrap as your new master watches with satisfaction. His eyes make contact with yours and he smiles. Such a good smile. One you could stare at for eternity.

Eventually the pleasure fades, and with it any lingering worries about your situation. All that matters is the wolf in front of you, and how inviting his chest seems. You squeak sleepily and teeter back and forth.

His paws move with surprising grace as he leans up and catches you before slowly lowering you onto his chest. You close your eyes and make a small noise of appreciation for the action. He wraps his arms tightly around you, and leans towards your ear.

"Sleep well my new otter pup. You've had a long night, and a long day ahead of you tomorrow."

Your eyes drift shut as you listen to his heart beat. The steady rise and fall of his chest lures you into a deep sleep. He reaches his hands up and flicks a switch on the wall of the cave, plunging it into darkness.