Public Pool
The ferret takes his rollerblades off and wiggles the pink toes... aaah, unrestricted. The ferret tosses them over his shoulder and quietly walks up to the public pool entrance. Nope, all clear. Grinning to himself the weaseloid makes his way inside, careful to avoid any remaining employees, though it appears most have either left or are elsewhere clearing up for the day, what with the closing hour almost there.
The otter lifeguard is slumped lazily over the lifeguard's chair, belly-down across the two armrests with his legs kicking off the side. The whistle is dangling limply from his lips, with a soft sibilance on each out-going breath. As you walk in, his eyes scan you carefully, but his posture doesn't change.
Ferret prances into the pool area and grins. Perfect, no one here at this hour, just like he expected. Leaving his 'blades on the side the ferret walks to the pool's edge and dips a foot in there, wiggling his toes... mmmm, so nice, especially after a half hour of zooming around. The teen wiggles as he grabs the corners of his top, pulling the body-tight rollerblading gear up and over his head, leaving him just in the equally form-fitting shorts, just enjoying the cool air in the sweaty chestfur.
The lifeguard keeps his eyes on you, for safety's sake, of course. His posture still doesn't change, but his interest is clearly marked by the twitch-twitch-twitching of the tip of his tail. Without apparent effort from the rest of his body, he reaches down and pulls his little rubber-coated walkie talkie from a pouch at the side of the absurdly high chair and mumbles something into the receiver.
The unabashed teen gives his surroundings one last glance (observent!), then hooks his thumbs over the rim of his shorts and bends over as he pulls them down, wiggling to free his tail before stepping out of them. The glee on his face is obvious as he streeeeeeeetches out, letting the breeze flow through his fur. Nothing like a little air after a sweaty journey. With a bit of a waddle to his hips the ferret approaches the pool and sits down on its edge, churring pleasantly as his legs enter the water. So nice.
The otter in the chair slowly rights himself. He wouldn't call you unobservant, really, but perhaps just maybe preoccupied, or tired. His whiskers twitch. He can smell you from where he is now. He eyes the sign that mandates swimmers must shower before entering the pool. Yup, it's still there, just below the sign that mandates that swimming trunks must be worn at all times. He doesn't blow his whistle, though, no. Instead, he smiles, just slightly, as he seats himself properly in the chair.
Ferret kick kicks at the water, clearly enjoying himself. He'd been looking forward to a nice dip after all that. Palms on the edge of the pool he lifts his bum before sliding forward into the water. Depending on the otter's angle he might or mightn'd have seen the little bit of plump in front the cool breeze'd given the teen. His fur soaks up the water and soon the weasel has a cloud of medium length fur around him as he walks across the shallow end of the pool, chittering to himself.
The lifeguard fidgets in his chair, his attention off of you for just a moment. Behind you, but probably not noticed by your "observant" senses, the door clicks shut, and the security guard waves through the glass to the otter in the chair. The otter nods chirpily, but as soon as the guard turns back around, the otter's eyes are back on you. 10, 9, the otter counts down seconds as the guard's footsteps fade in the hallway, then 3, 2, 1, at ten seconds, he pushes up off the bench and performs a flawless dive into the deep end from his overlooking chair.
Ferret wades in the waist-deep water, letting his palms disturb the surface of the water as he... huh? Ears perked, as much as cookie-shaped weasel ears -can- perk, the teens looks around in a moment of panic, eyes glancing for the source of the noise... nothing. The water in the pool appears disturbed, but that could just be the wind. Not wanting to take any chances the ferret lowers himself into the water until only his head pokes out and slowly makes his way into the deeper end, looking around. Hm. Maybe something just fell over in the breeze.
Otter lurks below the surface, otter's legendary lungs not even barely tested by the wait as he watches you wade slowly into the deeps. The otter takes a few powerful kicks, propelling himself smoothly to one side. A few moments later, something definitely out of the ordinary catches your eyes. It appears a pair of flashy spandex swim trunks has come free under the water, and is now bobbing unattended at the surface, over next to one wall halfway towards the deep end.
Ferret's feet now just barely touch the bottom, his head half-submerged in the water. With the ferrets' legendary attention span he forgets about the previous scare and watches the trunks with a bemused grin. That must've been embarrassing for their owner! He wades over to the piece of fabric and picks them up, giving them a grin as he raises them for inspection, then tosses them to the pool's edge. With a sigh the ferret lies back and lets his body float to the surface, arms out to the side and watching the sky above. This is so much better than with all the people around.
Otter swims beneath you and roughly tugs at your dangling tail. He lets out a few bubbles right next to the wall which burst on the surface with a popping noise. With a swift flick, he circles back again, trying to stay behind you no matter which direction you face.
Ferret has cooled down now, and with his front exposed to the elements (and his teen libido) his sheath is now nicely plump and peeking a hint of pink. The weasel was just giving himself a little tweak when his tail is suddenly tugged, pulling his middle underwater. With a yelp and a sputter the ferret loses his equilibrium and swallows a whole bunch of water before managing to right himself once more, wheeling around in a panic, "Who, who's there?" His eyes dart around as he spins around himself, trying to look both underwater and around the poolside for a potential prankster.
Otter flicks up behind you as you spin around, and you catch just a glimpse of dark chocolate fur as your head flicks back and forth. Before you can react, though, the otter catches one of your arms and pushes you up against the side of the pool. The otter is fully grown, and is those few vital inches taller than you so he can get firm footing on the smooth concrete bottom of the pool as he pins you.
Ferret chirps in distress as he wheels around to spot you, giving a yelp of surprise (and a touch of fear) as he's pushed, then pinned by the chocolate-furred assailant. He squirms and struggles to break free, but with only a toe's worth of footing and water up to his nose he doesn't have much to work with. Water in his eyes the ferret blinks, trying to see what's attacked him, "Stop it! Leave me alone, I didn't do anything!"
Otter lefts a little, and pins your chest between your pinioned arm and the unforgiving side of the pool. The otter's head just barely clears your shoulder and rests there as you struggle. It takes him a few moments, but he's finally able to squirm his knees between your flailing legs to keep your feet from hitting anything sensitive. With you firmly caught, the otter breathes out softly through the whistle, a half-hearted shrill coming from the waterlogged piece of plastic. "Not supposed to be here after close, f'rret."
Ferret squirm-squirms, making distressed chitter noises as he struggles to break free, the fight seemingly leaving him as the dark shape begins to speak with an obviously adult voice. He squeaks, "I... I'm sorry. It won't happen again! I'll leave right now, just please don't tell anyone..." There's a quiet plea to his voice. He'd been punished before for going to places he wasn't supposed to and wasn't looking forward to escalating that punishment. "Please?"
Otter snuffles up next to your cookie-shaped ear, then a tongue catches you just behind the jaw bone and drags up neck to where your ear meets your skull. "And entering the pool without a shower. You know everyone else has to swim in this water too." The hands on your arms tighten punctuating the words as the otter leans hard enough against you to make your rib cage ache a bit in protest.
Ferret shivers, his eyes going wide at the snuffle, then wider still as he's licked. What the... "I... won't do it agaaaaaa..." His response is broken short as he finds himself short of breath, whimpering in protest, "Please stop that, I promise I won't come back, just let me go." The ferret's eyes are wide open as they stare at the larger otter pleadingly, a further hint of panic setting in as the dart sideways, staring at the pair of swimming trunks on the opposite edge of the pool with comprehension.
Otter takes in your meaningful glance, and a short, sharp grin steals across his muzzle. The pressure eases off a little bit, but as scant inches clear between you and the wall of the pool, the otter's short arm shoots down between you and the tiled wall. Leathery fingerpads catch your sheath, and his thumb pushes at what bit of your lazy excitement survived his hunt and catch. The digit follows your tip back down into your sheath, and fingers squeeze behind it, trapping you inside. "And oh my, what's this? Swimming without trunks? That's a third infraction. You know, our pool has a firm three-strikes policy. Right now, I'm supposed to call the police, you know."
Ferret whimpers quietly, mouth opening with a surprised gasp as the larger otter fingers, then grabs his sheath, the smaller ferret squirming in discomfort, "Please don't..." He's interrupted by his captor, ears going flat and eyes wide. Shit. His parents would kill him. No, they'd beat him bloody, -then- kill him. The teen shakeshakeshakes his head violently, "No no no no, please don't! Look, I'll give you my weekly allowance, just let me go, please?" He murmurs quietly, almost to himself, "My parents would kill me." As expected of his attention span, the fact that the adult threatening him is naked and feeling him up has taken second place to Shit, Parents, Trouble.
Otter keeps a hold of your arm and conforms himself to your back. Something short and pointed at the tip catches your left thigh, digging through your fur and leaving a trail behind it that feels slightly slimy. "No? I wouldn't want to lose my job here. It's not worth it to let some kid off for breakin' the rules. Not even for..." He lets out a loud and disapproving huff right into your ear. "Weekly allowance." The last comes out like a swear. His hand squeezes at your sheath momentarily though, breaking your concentration, and the thumb swirls around your trapped tip, his blunt claw digging a bit uncomfortably, though not painfully.
Ferret gives a bit of a squirm, but seems to have largely given up on breaking free. The adult just has too much of an edge on him physically. Who knows, maybe if he cooperates he'll get his chance... the ferret's ear flick-flicks at the breathy voice in his ear, adding a whimper of his own at the threatening tone. Shit. Shit shit shit. He mutters a desperate "Please?" before squirming as his sheath is tweaked, the trapped tip reacting despite his owner's will (oh teen libido), followed by an elongated chuuuuuur of discomfort as the blunt claw pushes against the sensitive flesh, the weasel's body going rigid. "Ow ow ow ow ow..."
Otter seems to take a long moment to consider, even though his decision had been made before he called security to lock up for the night early. "We-eellll..." He drags it on perhaps a few seconds longer than he should. "Maybe I can overlook it this once, myself, but you know there's security tapes. I'll have to do a big favor for the night guard to keep him from giving those tapes to the police, and you know, I might even have to pay him." He leans back against you, and the thumb slips from your sheath. "You'd have to do me a whole big favor to make it worth it, you know." He can't help licking his lips in anticipation, and that tip you felt prodding into your fur wanders slowly upwards and catches between your taut rumpcheeks.
Ferret Hope dawns on the ferret's face. He might get out of this yet! His ears go flat again at the mention of security tapes... even if he did run they still had him on tape. The police -would- find him and his parents would flay the fur off his rear. With a relieved gasp as he's 'let go' the ferret watches the larger otter, "How big a favor? I already offered my allowance..." The lick makes him nervous again, eyes widening as he feels something spreading his cheeks, "Wait, what do you have in mind, I don't..."
Otter bites down on the cookie-shaped ear, leaving a hemi-circle of angry red tooth-marks halfway to bruising in the soft webbing. "You do. Unless you want me to turn you in? This is a government building, so they'll send at least two squad cars, and your name will be in the papers." The hand that freed your sheath tugs at your tail, and you feel him pull your rump back. The otter's length prods between your legs, tapping just behind your sac and jumping with each of his heartbeats. As you hesitate, he tugs very slightly at your arm, bending your front forward against the pool wall.
Ferret whines and winces at the bite, mouthing "A-a-a-a-a..." until his ear's released. "The papers?" He hardly seems to notice the webbed paw tug his tail up, mental images of himself in handcuffs flashing before his eyes. With a blink he snaps back, the otter's tip brushing between his rumpcheeks, "What are you doing?" He might not be experienced enough to understand what's going on, but his body only seems to care about the stimulation in the that area, his sheath plumping up again, pink tip slowly slipping out. This isn't how adults are supposed to act. "What do you want me to-oof..." Cheek-against-wall.
Otter still holds your arm, but he lets you back a little ways away from the wall, letting your natural buoyancy lift your hips to the right spot. With one hand on your arm and the other lifting your tail, he pulls you back onto his shaft. The slim tapered tip brushes at the bare flesh of your pucker, twitching every few seconds as oily precum slicks against your fur, immune to the dilution of the water. "Simple, little ferret. You're mine for tonight. Do what I say and I'll make sure no one ever sees the security tapes, and you go home with no one the wiser. Your locked in here, so if you don't do what I say, I'll still have my fun, and then I'll hand the tapes over to the police in the morning." As he talks, the twitching shaft slowly squirms against your pucker, its slick surface pushing just half an inch into your clenched rump.
Ferret whimpers with ears flattened as the warm tip pokes against his virgin pucker... he might not have experience with this sort of thing, but he's getting a pretty good idea of what the otter wants, "But you can't..." He just can't finish his sentence today, can he? His ears flatten further as the large otter talks, the tip slooowly pushing into him through the speech. Locked doors. Security tapes. Horny otter manhandling him. Maybe it won't be so bad. "A... aaaaah..." His eyes screw shut as he feels himself getting stretched open, the invading member pushing inside him.
Otter smirks. "Aaaa, that was what I was hoping you'd say." The otter heaves you up off of his tip and out of the water. He's used to saving kids from the deep end day in and day out, so your meagre weight isn't enough to phase him. He pushes you forward so your front half is bent down to the floor surrounding the pool, while your hind end still dangles into the pool, your crotch just barely at the surface. Now that he's not so worried about restraining you, only the paw on your tail remains. The thumb of that paw works beneath your tail, the thumb prodding at your pucker.
Ferret gives a relaxed sigh as the invading tip retreats, grunting as he's plopped unceremoniously over the edge of the pool, toes curling with a wince and an intake of breath as his half-hardened member bumps against the smooth tile of the pool. The teen watches you over his shoulder with a worried look, but does not object. He gives churr as the otter begins feeling up along his crack, the teen's own member twitching and dribbling some pre into the pool water washing over it. His ears flatten as the digits reaches his pucker, a mix of earlier discomfort and the sudden feeling of being exposed... knowing there are security cameras recording this just makes it worse, he can only hope the otter keeps his promise.
Otter doesn't spare a glance for the security camera. He knows where they are. Instead, his eyes are locked on your rump as his thumbtip slowly disappears into your pucker. With a carefree paw, the otter tugs at your sheath, angling it down so only the very tip of your shaft his touching the surface of the water. The paw disappears for a moment, then you feel something cold and plastic touch your thigh. "Heh. You know, you're tight. I bet you never tried this before, have you?" His thumb leaves your crack and slowly strokes beneath your tailbase.
Ferret gives out a long chuuuuuuuur as the otter's thumb spreads his pucker, then pushes inside him, his toes curling and uncurling at this new, odd sensation. The discomfort is still there, but there's also a slight hint of something more... the teen whimpers when his sheath is touched and manipulated, growing firmer against your palm, throbbing gently in his heartbeat. The ferret looks over at you again at the comment, eyes lidding as the digit leaves his rump, a pleasured whimper escaping him as it brushes at his tailbase. He seems almost more embarrassed at his own reaction than the fact that he's being fingered in a public area.
Otter lets out a soft chuff. "I'll take that as a no." Whatever plastic instrument he's holding travels up your leg, then drags down between your rumpcheeks. You can feel its at least an inch or two wide, cylindrical with a blunt end. "You know, most people like it tight. I'm not most people, though. I like it a bit loose, so I can really go to town. That means you're going to need to get worked in a little first before you're ready for me, f'rret!" The cylinder of plastic traces back up the crack of your rump, then just after it touches the base of your tail, the otter gives it a twist. Unlike his thumb, and his shaft before that, this is unyielding plastic, though it's mercifully smooth.
Ferret gives you a worried look, unable to see what the otter is holding. Your words do little to reassure him, his erection retreating to just above the waterline again. What's the otter talking about and what is he holdi... the smooth plastic traces along his various sensitive spots, the teen's eyes shooting wide open as it's suddenly thrust inside him, accompanied by a yelp of pain and the ferret's body going rigid, only making it worse on himself, "Ow! Ow ow ow..." His feet draw in, toes curled as he whimpers quietly, trying to get used to the new size inside him.
Otter lets you squeeze around the object for a few moments. He holds your tail up and out of the way so he can enjoy the view. Slowly, as your muscles beging to ebb in their protest, he starts tracing his thumb around your pucker, prodding at your spread sphincter and stroking lightly across your smooth skin where it meets plastic. The otter licks loudly at his chops, the water bobbing as he treads to keep his face up and close to your rump. "There, that's not so bad, is it?" As if to make his point, fingers slick over your own shrinking shaft, tickling lightly and shaking your tip against the water line.
Ferret's body slowly unclenches as he grows used to the girth of the object inside him, now merely uncomfortable, rather than painful. There's a quiet whimper from the front as the tip touches the sensitive flesh, then a churr, the light strokes helping him relax further. He gives a self-pitying whine at the rhetorical question, his shaft giving a bit of a jump, then gradually firming up again as it's played with, resulting in another whine from its owner, this time an embarrassed one.
Otter gives the plastic bit a slow twist, and it slides around slickly against your insides. You can feel some definite friction from it, the surface of it feels like the faux-texture they mold onto plastic to make it easy to hold, though not enough to add further discomfort. The otter tugs at your tail, and fingers close around your damp shaft, pulling it down towards the water. "Mmm, just relax. This gets better." With the tugging on your tail, a warm wetness surprises you, and when you look back, you can see the otter's muzzle planted agains your backside. His tongue travels up and around the invading plastic, prodding at your pucker.
Ferret gasps as the plastic thing twists, then grunts as it pushes further into his rear, drawing another whimper from the front, one of more discomfort than pain. The sensation is new and odd to the teen, the size certainly umcomfortable, but again there's that hint of something else. There's no complaints this time as the otter tugs at his erection, the length giving a jump and hardening further as the shocked slinky watches you lick and tease his stretched pucker. Some pre mixes with the pool water around his crotch.
Otter keeps turning the object, gauging by how much you clench how quickly he can go. He's careful not to damage, though he doesn't seem to be concerned about causing a bit of pain and discomfort. By the time you're hard and dripping into the cool pool water, the object in your rump is moving smoothly, enough that the otter can start to pull and push without any actual pain. To take your mind off of the sensation as he starts to pump, the otter pushes your cock against the tiled wall, rolling it a bit as it throbs in his paw.
Ferret is panting now, his eyes closed, letting out the occasional sound of pleasure or discomfort as the object stretches him out, pulls back, then pushes back inside him, the otter soon rhythmically working it inside him. "Ah! Ah! Ah!" The young ferret squirms before you, but there's definite pleasured reactions in the mix (even if his head and body aren't quite in agreement about it) and growing more frequent as his erection is manipulated, its tip now leaving a slick residue on the tile wall.
Otter pushes the object deep, and you feel a rim to it, where it expands out to a wide base. Then, with little friction, he pulls it from your depths. "There we go." You feel a paw dip beneath your tail and a thumb prod at your pucker. It's a strange sensation, since you can feel his leathery pad pushing and dragging against your insides, but you didn't feel the penetration. "Oh, and I'm no doctor, but it looks like your temperature is perfect." There's a clatter on the tiled floor next to you as one of the long pool thermometers bounces past your head, rolling awkwardly on the bulbous float at its top. It's thick, thicker around than you are. If that was what he was working you with, no wonder you're now loose.
Ferret curls his toes at the final shove and sucks in breath through clenched teeth, letting out a breath of relief as the object is pulled out. Phew. Glad that's over wi... his erection gives a little bit of a jump against the tiles as his insides are touched and rubbed, the sensation making the ferret add more pre to the pool water. You can see him turn his head to look at the object thrown past him, his ears flattening in realization, then his comically shocked face as he looks at you over his shoulder.
Otter smiles up at you and runs an arm around your belly. "Now, take a deep breath..."
Ferret The ferret's look of shock turns to worry and, not sure whether you mean it literally or not, he takes a breath after a short delay.
Otter pulls you away from the edge of the pool, and with a grunt of exhertion, throws you into the deep end. As you flail and try to clear your vision, you feel a slickly furred body slide against yours. Moments later, just as you manage to break the surface again for a gulp of air, the otter tugs you back under the surface with a yank to your tail. Before that gulp of air turns into a gulp of water, though, your muzzle is covered by whiskery lips that kiss you fiercely. Its tough to shake the nagging taste of fish as the otter's tongue curls up against your gums.
Ferret YELP!s in surprise, suddenly airborne, then underwater, then as he struggles to swim up again yanked under all too soon. There's also a distinctly new sensation of cold water where there should be no cold water. The ferret's eyes go wide open at the kiss, his face a fun mix of "bleh! Kissing a guy!" and "oh my god there is water in my eyes, I can't see shit". He doesn't return the kiss so much as attempt to push your tongue away with his, squirming to break free. Admittedly young ferret versus sporty adult otter isn't much of a match.
Otter pushes you up towards the surface, and you get a chance to claw down a couple of nice deep breathes of chlorine-smelling air. The long and sinuous otter body curls around you as you tread water, seeming half-again as long as he actually is by the meaty tail the curls like a shackle around your ankle. As you breathe, hands grasp at your shoulders, and the ferret forms himself to your back. It's warm, almost hot compared to the pool water, and the otter is smooth and sleek against you. The tight hug is accompanied by a strange sensation, and it dawns on you that the otter is already in you, throbbing and twitching, and you never even felt the penetration.
Ferret gasps for air, somewhat panicked by being half-restrained and in the water. Muzzle in the air and the otter not tugging him any further down the ferret lays perfectly still as you form around him, preferring whatever plans the large mustelid might have with him to getting pulled under again. The warmth of the body against him is simultaneously unwanted and pleasant, a surprised jerk going through the ferret's body as he realizes what's going on.
Otter wraps his arms tightly around you and lets you slowly bob on your back as his hips slide back. There's friction, of course, and you can feel the throb of excitement each time his heart beats, but there's no discomfort. The otter squeezes again, propelling his shaft deep into your rump and rubbing his sac agianst your thighs. It's actually pleasurable. No, in fact, it feels great, and that only improves as the otter starts quickly pistoning his hips. Twice, three times a second, the slim shaft strokes at your insides. It's nice enough that you might want to paw at... But you can't. The otter's strong arms have yours trapped to your sides, too far from your own crotch to stroke.
Ferret stares at the sky above, momentarily finding himself pondering how he got into it all. His fleeting attention span snaps back as the ottershaft inside him pulls out, then slams back inside, the distinct difference between this and the thermometer stuffed inside him earlier sending a wave of pleasure through him, the young ferret moaning softly. The otter pulls back, then starts pistoning into him, building up to a fast pace almost straight away as the throbbing member work through his stretched pucker, pair of fuzzy orbs slapping against his own. "Ah! Ah ah ah ah ah!" They might've been a mixed bag before, but the sounds the weasel makes now are most certainly those of please, the fully erect ferretcock bobbing over his lower belly serving as second piece of evidence.
Otter lets his long tail slowly send the two bodies across the pool as his hips piston away, making small waves that splash against the wall as you approach it again. The arms around you squeeze, and the shaft in your rump gives a throb hard enough to feel even through your loosened muscles. The otter lets out a high-pitched chitter near your ear, and you can feel milky liquid coat your insides. It leaks out into the pool, floating like a thin translucent puddle around you.
Ferret makes quiet ah-ah-ah sounds, eyes closed as the new sensations overpower his common sense, his lithe body slowly squirming against you, not in an attempt to wiggle free, just as a physical reaction to the stimulation his posterior is currently receiving. He lets out a loud moan at the otter's final, strong shove, relaxing again as pleasant warmth floods his insides, though his breathing still a turned-on pant, his erection bobbing over the surface of the water. Said common sense kicks back in and he looks around... well, hopefully that is that and the otter will let him go. Good thing none of his buddies were around, they'd prolly want to have a go also and who knows what size -they'd- be.
Otter holds you tightly for a moment, then slowly relaxes. With his tail propelling him forwards, the drag of the water slowly pulls you down between his legs where his thin shaft is still twitching. "Mmm, that took the edge off. You've been good, so while you're down there cleaning up, I'll let you cum." He locks his hindlegs around you, pulling your head towards his crotch. "In fact, we'll make it a little game. You can use anything currently in the pool to cum, but you can't get out of the water, and our little game is over." He thinks for a moment, then adds, "Oh, and to make sure you're not wasting my time, I'm gonna enjoy watching you. If I cum again before you do, well... I know a certain place online that'd love to get the video of your little swim."
Ferret relaxes in the water, only half-listening to the otter before clueing in. Wait, cleaning up? With a meep the ferret finds muscular thighs locking him in place, the otter positioning himself so his spent-but-still-hard erection lays twitching against his face. He pulls his head away and starts to protest, but the added conditions quiet him down. Great, from the police getting the videos to the internet. Still. He is -quite- horny after that little escapade, shouldn't be too hard... the teen gives the ottercock a half-hearted lick as he rotates his lower body, wrapping a leg around the otter's muscular tail and rubbing his erection against it. Piece of cake.
Otter laughs. "Hah! Tell him to use anything in the pool, and he picks me. You are such a cute little fag in the making, little ferret." He leans back in the water, and the tail you're humping curls up between your thighs. As you lick at the otter's short shaft, the tail curls once around your leg, then the tip taps at your rump. It twitches and writhes as your hips twist, tapping across one rumpcheek then up the other. The tail is thick and moves well, but it's still not prehensile, so it takes the otter almost half a minute of careful twitching before the tip slips between your rumpcheeks. With the otter's upper half curled down so he can watch, the tail slips into your well-stretched pucker, dragging slickly against just the first inch of your inner walls.
The ferret's nose and ears blush bright pink at the comment, but he doesn't reply as he currently has the tip of the otter's shaft between his lips. He continues giving it lame, half-hearted licks as he rubs himself against the thick tail... until the tailtip finally finds its target. Moaning around the shaft the ferret lets the softening shaft slip into his muzzle fully, blinking in surprise, then screwing his eyes shut again as he feels the tip of that thick tail rub and drag against his inner walls. The young weasel's mouth begins working on said shaft now, first hesitantly, then vigorously, suckling on to encourage the tail further, his own rubs almost forgotten.
Otter leans his head back in the water, submerging the top half of his body as his legs squeeze around you. The tail tip flicks within you, and as you push your tail end towards it, more of the tapered length slides into your rump. Unlike the slim shaft throbbing in your muzzle, though, the tail quickly gains girth, and you can start to feel the stretch as you clench. Not bothering to remind you of the game, the otter's forepaws close over your cookie shaped ears and his hips rock, sending the tapered shaft up against the roof of your mouth.
Ferret makes muffled noises of pleasure (and the occasional one of discomfort, but at this point the former outweigh the latter) through his nose as he suckles on the otterdick hungrily, rewarded with the tapered tailtip wiggling around inside him, then spreading him further as it pushes inside. His own cock throbs against his stomach for release, but the smaller ferret is too busy trying to coax more tail action from you to care about it right now, eagerly taking whatever length of the otter's dick is thrust into his mouth.
Otter lets out another chittering huff, and the tail curls tight around your leg. In your insides, the tailtip quickly starts twitching side to side, tugging your rump along with it. His hands hold your ears firmly while his cock throbs against your tongue. He curls backwards until his head touches your feet underwater, and a thin spurt of watery cum fills your muzzle. The otter gives a whole-body shiver and resurfaces his front half. With his cock jerking against your tongue, he pulls your head up suddenly. "I don't think I saw you cum, did I?" Even though his shaft's still twitching, his expression is serious and his tail quivers in your rump. Is that disappointment, or is that excitement?
Ferret sucks on the ottercock with muffled moans, his toes curling and uncurling as the thick appendage works inside him and almost doesn't notice when the otter goes over, happily swallowing it down and resuming the blowjob, his entire body squirming in lustful pleasure as the tailtip wiggles around... blink. The teen opens his eyes, the expression of "oh crap" on his face extra comedic with the older otter's dick still between his lips. He'd entirely forgotten about that. Pop. "No, I..." Ah. "I just..." Aaaah... stupid tail. He looks lost for words, worried and aroused, all at the same time.
Otter slowly uncurls his tail, which sadly includes pulling it from your now very loose tunnel. "Well, that's a shame. I can upload the video, like I said, or..." He pauses for a moment. "You could take a forfeit, I guess." The otter lets go of you, leaving you to float with a muzzle tasting of otter cum, and he stands. It looks like his tail has wandered you into the shallow end, as the water only now comes up to the otter's knees. As he stands, his tapered shaft stands in front of him, twitching and pulsing fitfully.
Ferret watches the large otter with flattened ears (and a throbbing erection, now forgotten in the face of new development), half sitting, half kneeling in the shallow section with his head poking over the waterline, "Forfeit? What's that?" He can't help but glance at the otter's twitching erection. It's sort of hard to ignore otters in general, let alone when they're male, naked, right in front of you and a good deal taller.
Otter seems to consider for a moment. "Turn around and put your hands on the wall." He points to a section of the shallow end where you'll have to bend over to reach the wall. "Don't take them off, no matter what you feel."
Ferret tilts his head, then makes a defeatist shrug and gets up, wading the shallow water to reach the end. He does as he's told, bending forward and placing his palms on the wall, a mixture of pool water and otterspunk slowly dribbling down his inner thighs. Sigh.
Otter shuffles up behind you. You can see him in the reflections of the water between your legs. He kicks at your heels a bit, widening your stance, until your hips are a bit lower than his. Contented, he lifts your tail. It runs through his fingers as he strokes from base to tip, then as he grasps the base again, one finger sinks effortlessly into your rump. One hand disappears, and while you might expect him to thrust and take you again, or maybe use some other toy on you again, you don't quite expect what happens. A splatter of warm liquid hits your back. First you think he's just cum again on your back, but it carries on for far too long. Then the strong smell of otter musk hits you as the golden liquid dribbles around your sides and down your legs.
Ferret grunts and stands his short legs further apart. He's a ferret, there's only so much leg! There's a quiet churr as you lift and stroke his tail, followed by a lusty moan as a finger plays with his well-fucked pucker, ferret pre splattering on the tiles before him. He flicks an ear at the sudden splash of liquid against him. Again so soon? This is quite a load though... the scent reaches him almost at the same time as he makes the connection, his head turning down, then over his shoulder to stare at the large otter in shock, "Are you peeing on me??" Another splat of ferret pre on the tiles.
Otter stands behind you with his muzzle open, whiskers twitching, and a lustful glint to his eyes. He doesn't respond, but the question answered itself before it was asked anyway. He tugs at your tail, and the arc of heavily scented liquid splashes under your tail, then dribbles down your sac, then drips in a steady dribble off of the end of your own throbbing shaft. The water beneath you begins to take a bit of discoloration. The otter can't withstand the urge for long, though. He pulls at your tail, almost enough to dislodge your hands, and the still-leaking otter cock slides frictionlessly beneath your tail. Hot liquid fills your tunnel, then runs out in thin rivulets that drip down your leg.
Ferret stares at the otter with his eyes wide, nose flaring at the strong scent of otter wee that's now coming from his lower body, ears turning red in shame. He peed on him! Before he can protest more the otter yanks at his tail, causing him to scrabble for purchase, then moan out as he feels the familiar sensation of the otter's dick inside him, though this time filling him with a different kind of hot liquid. Ears flat and head lowered the ferret gives in. What's done is done, protesting now wouldn't make the shame go away, especially not with the still-raging boner between his legs.
Otter lays himself across your back, and while the stream of urine finally abates, the otter's still hard and throbbing in your backside. Paws hold your hips, and the slim shaft thrusts hard, though you feel it more in the rocking of his hips, as stretched as you are. This time, though the otter shows some pity. As he thrusts, the thick rudder tail curls up between your spread legs, and the otter's paws reach around to grab it, tugging it tight to your front. As his hips rock, the soft and sleek fur rubs over your needy shaft silkily.
Ferret churrs quietly, at least getting -something- out of this icky affair as the otter begins thrusting inside him again, the churrs growing louder as he finds the thick tail's smooth surface to rub against, his hips soon moving in counter sync to yours, thrusting forward against the tail when you pull out, then slamming back against you as you thrust. The tail's slick surface is soon coated in another lubricant as the ferret's breathing quickens, his head slowly tilting back and moaning louder and louder as he nears his peak.
Otter shivers in a slow wave that travels from his top straight down to his tail. He hugs your midsection tightly, chuttering into your shoulder while his tail squirms and writhes uncontrollably. His shaft jerks, and this time, even through the numbness of the constant battering your rear's received, you can feel hot jets of cum spatter your insides. His tail gives a slow writhe, pressing first against one thigh, then the other, the muscles flinching and twitching every few seconds and stimulating your desperate shaft without rhythm.
Ferret is working himself against the tail with a lusty need now, moaning as he feels you come but continuing to thrust his hips back and forth, milking your shaft in the process before screwing his eyes shut and tilting his head back, his body going tense as he MOANS out, pelvis pistoning back and forth against the tail as he goes over, the long build-up resulting in an impressive load that covers much of his front, hits his chin and of course, coats and dribbles down the muscular ottertail, the young ferret slowing to a stop, panting and his knees shaking.
Otter holds you tight for a moment, then slowly pulls you to a standing position. "There you go, slowly now..." He lets you find your balance, then lets you stand on your own. "Hruf! I think we need a shower now. The pool will filter all that out overnight. It's nowhere near as bad as 'Mother and Baby' day in there anyway." With a broad smile, he quirks a grin at you. "Oh, and you're home-free. No one'll see that tape except me. But..." He gets serious for a moment, "If I ever catch you here after hours, floating naked and sweaty in my pool..."
Ferret winces. "No! I won't. Never again!"
Otter smiles and slaps your ass, pointing you towards the shower. "That might have to happen again."