Ocean depths part 12
#12 of Ocean Depths
Ocean Depths chapter 12
By Roofles
"What were you two thinking?" The guard barked. "That's a public pool! And you guys weren't even wearing the proper equipment." Carlson couldn't help but smile at that, licking his lips, his head down seemingly ashamed of their actions. "Do you know how many people have peed in that pool? It's sick! And you!" He shouted pointing at the guard who had been asleep on duty. "Where were you during this whole time?"
The Doberman had seen better years. In his day he was perhaps a looker, but the once jet black fur had strands of gray, especially around the whiskers. The brown under side of his muzzle, a chocolate frosting, was faded and his eyes were beginning to become lackluster, the once rich brownie coloring of his eyes that it had been years ago were beginning to fade, becoming dull and lifeless. He shook a large paw at the German Shepard next to him.
He was only a kid. Right out of high school, probably not even old enough to drink Lucas reckoned. His ears were flat his muzzle down as he tightened his grip on the towel around his waist. The job was boring beyond anything the poor pup had imagined. Hours of sitting in the same spot waiting for something to happen. Every once and a while walking around the parameter to make sure no one was there, like every other single day before. And of course the one day something did happen he had fallen asleep. It wasn't his fault he wanted to say. He had a huge midterm on Tuesday. He spent the last several nights studying for it and finally sleep deprivation got the best of him.
"Don't you tell me you were sleeping, again!" The Doberman barked baring his fangs at the poor boy. The older male bent over, taking the ladle of water and pouring it onto the steam rocks, before going back to chewing the boys head off. Steam jetted from between the black stones in the sauna.
Carlson had gotten only single towel for their waist, his fur still wet from the pool. He had an arm wrapped around Lucas, the webbed paw resting on his shoulder as the man leaned against him. The other paw on his belly, rubbing his webbed fingers through his happy trail, as they watched the two dogs argue.
"Back in my day!" The old Doberman began.
"For the love of-," the German Shepard held his ears tightly not wanting to hear the same old speech he heard every week.
"In my day we didn't have the stuff you kids have. I had to plow my way up a hill to and from school every day, while working in the old saw mill four miles away in the snow and rain, with hail and we didn't even have pavement back then! No sir re!" The Doberman waved his hand, his dull graying eyes staring off as he continued. "It was during the cold war. And the Vietnam War. And we were about to go into World War 2. Against the Spanish Rebellion."
"Sorry about this." The German Shepard scooting a bit towards them on the bench, ignoring the ramblings of the old Doberman all together. "He has good days. And he has bad days."
Lucas thought it was actual kind of funny watching the Doberman going on about how he evented the four wheel drive, unicycle and gravity. He was so energetic and full of energy when he talked about it for his age. His arms never staying still as his paws tried to gesture every word he was saying. A very passionate man in his day, he'd imagine.
The fact that the two had broken in and the guards were apologizing to them, not the other way around, was also kind of funny.
"No worries," Carlson said casually. "It happens."
"Put another cup on." The Doberman said waving towards the three. "Now where was I? Oh right, the moon landing. Was a giant hoax created by the global media. In order to put the commie scums into invading New Zealand."
"Russell," the German Shepard said pouring another cup onto the steam rocks. The steam becoming thicker and thicker around them, Lucas was barely able to see the dog next to them.
"Carlson, and this is Luke." The otter said, his paw slipping under the towel holding his man's hand. He rubbed his fingers along Lucas's, as he watched the German Shepard.
"Nice to meet you." Lucas offered looking up at the ceiling not even trying to pretend he could see the dog anymore. He took his hand away from the otters, closing his eyes. Rubbing the otter's toned thigh, his fingers dipping in just enough to brush the otters, making the man next to him tense up.
The otter opened his legs a bit more, as he talked away with the dog.
"Your friend kind of stinks," Russell stated not even ashamed of the bluntness of it all.
"He was skunked."
The dog's eyes widened. "I've heard of that! I didn't think it actually happened these days. Was it a water balloon mixture?"
"Yup."
"That sucks!" The dog scooted a bit closer. "I read about those in history. Was it because you guys were, you know." The dog hesitated fumbling with the right words to use.
"Together?" Carlson said his voice as casual as ever.
"Yeah! I mean we're taught in class about equality and stuff but you see it on the news all the time. Well not skunking really anymore, but you know what I mean."
"Basically." Carlson paw tightened on Lucas's hand, the back of his fur standing up just slightly as he recalled the incident.
"That's so cool!" Russell eyes lit up as he looked between the two. "I've never met a co-species relationship before. I mean sure I've seen cats with dogs and stuff but to see a hume and otter!" He bounced in his seat getting a bit closer. "What's it like? I mean without the fur and all I think it'd be a little weird."
"I'm sitting right here." Lucas said, holding the otters paw a bit tighter, still with closed eyes as he leaned against the man. He really didn't think it was that big of a deal, well mostly. He wanted to believe that these were changing times but throughout the years things never really seemed to change. Maybe this really was something new and strange to the world. That fact alone unsettled him, but the warm body next to him allowed him to relax once more.
"He's got some fuzz, down there." Carlson said dipping a finger under the towel making him jump. "Heh, but the smooth skins not so bad. Sheathless makes things a bit interesting though."
Though Lucas couldn't see it the dogs ears jumped up. "Sheathless? I guess it makes sense its just, how does that even work then?"
"Oh here, let me show you." Carlson tugged the towel cruelly making Lucas come along with it, practically in his lap.
"Don't you dare." Lucas hissed tugging the towel back over him. Getting rather embarrassed as the paws hugged him back onto his lap.
"Just teasing, Luke." Carlson nuzzled the back of his neck, tickling him with his whiskers.
The dog watched the makeshift forms with an enthralled interest. "So you guys really are, like together, then?"
"Well yeah," Carlson pulled him a bit more, Lucas growing even more red faced as a rather filled sheath rubbed against him as he sat in his lap. That long lithe body behind him pressing against him with his arms wrapped around him. A paw sneaking under the towel into his lap, the eagerness of the otter was clear and Lucas didn't want things to become any more uncomfortable as they already were. The moist tip of the otter pocking his lower back.
"It was really nice meeting you Russell, but me and Carl here have plans. Plus my lunch break has to be over by now." Lucas said a bit hastily. The otter was kissing his neck and shoulders, grinding against him a bit.
The Shepard's ears fell back. "Oh, you guys got to get going? Well, I'll see you out at least." The canine stood, having to use the benches as a guide to get out of the steam room.
"Will he be fine in here?" Lucas asked looking over at where the Doberman had been, the thick steam blocking him from view.
"He'll be fine," Russell said leading them out. "We should, uh...probably leave the door open though, heh." The German Shepard ears folded back against his sodden fur, his damp fur dripping after the steam.
Carlson nodded holding Lucas's hand. He had given him the towel, not even worrying about himself as he followed the dog down the hall. Russell didn't even seem to pay attention to him, another thing that Lucas had always noticed about furs. Being open, close, touching and even to what most people would call clinging was a normal fact of life for them. The fur made it a pain to wear clothing so he heard, and even with the new models of shoes, going bare foot was just more natural and comfortable. Most the time they wore sandals or cloth wrappings. Carlson only ever wore sandals; he didn't even see any shoes when he had visited his apartment. They always wore baggy clothes, when they wore cloths, and even during these rainy days they never bothered wearing anything that could constrict their fur, using umbrellas or loose jackets to keep the rain off.
And during the summer time...
Lucas tried shaking the images off, already hornier than he was comfortable with, the German Shepard so close by and all. The dog sharp nose already knew what was up and at least he was good enough to show them out in a hurry not wanting to keep them at bay.
"Take it easy on him," the dog grinned waving them out after they quickly dressed. He watched them go. "Man, I need to get laid." He muttered to himself as he watched the car speed off, shutting the door behind him.