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Investig-otter-y: A Sanmer Story

By Danath danath.sofurry.com

Characters are © Sanmer

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"Thank you for seeing me on such short notice, Mr. Sanmer."

Special Investigator Milford Banks flipped his badge closed and pocketed it in the side pocket of his trench coat. The lush carpet in the fox's office muffled the sound of his footsteps as he took a seat across the massive desk.

Banks was young for a special investigator, but the agency overseeing nutritional supplements had gotten results from him in the past. He'd brought down several shady operations through sheer stubbornness. The cougar had a broad, masculine muzzle. It jutted out as if asking for trouble. The feline's pelt was clean and dry, well-taken care of, and his claws were, when visible, also in top condition. Some special investigators let themselves go - they got fat and lazy when faced with all the paperwork and endless bureaucracy that came from pharmaceutical companies. Not Milford, though. He kept himself in peak physical condition through long hours at the gym. Studying case reports on the treadmill was how he spent most evenings. Besides, the cougar's predatory instincts always kicked in when he thought something improper was happening.

Like right now.

"Yes, well, Sanmer Pharma is of course always happy to satisfy your administration's curiosity in any way we can," Sanmer said, leaning back in his large chair. The fox folded his fingers around one another and rested his chin on top of them as he regarded the cougar. "Of course, it would help if I knew in what manner we may be of assistance. I hope the bureau doesn't think we're running some sort of scam here!"

The corner of Milford's muzzle twitched. The short white fox was smooth, for sure.

"No, Mr. Sanmer. The results of your product are well-documented. But we have had scattered reports of missing persons. I've traced several of them to this very building. At least, this is there last known location."

"Missing persons? Oh my, that is serious." The fox appeared to contemplate the large pile of paper just to his left on the desk for several long moments. "Yes, very serious indeed. I tell you what, Mr. Banks. I'll have my personal secretaries escort you on a brief tour of our facility."

As he spoke, the fox reached out and tapped a button on the phone near the corner of the desk.

"I'm unfortunately scheduled for several important meetings this afternoon that I can't avoid. My secretaries will be able to answer all your questions, I'm sure."

As if on cue, a large wooden door in the back corner of the room opened. Milford almost did a double take when two identical otters walked in. They were indistinguishable - same short muzzles, same dark brown eyes, same impressive chests, same walk, same clothes. And what clothes... Milford realized being the CEO of such a powerful company would of course have its advantages. The otter twins wore identical black pencil skirts that wrapped severely around their hips. For tops, they wore button-up blouses - white, with black pinstripes - that they'd left undone near the top, so that their quite excessive cleavage was clearly visible.

"Allow me to introduce Special Investigator Milford Banks," Sanmer said. "Mr. Banks, this is Missy and Trissy."

Milford wasn't sure which one was Missy and which was Trissy. The otters didn't seem to care much, either. They approached him from either side and leaned over the armrests of his chair.

"A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Banks," one said, her voice a low whisper in his right ear.

"We'll take good care of you during your visit here," the other said, a low rasp to her voice.

Milford tried not to shrink away as their breasts approached dangerously close to the sides of his muzzle.

"Yes, well... I'm grateful for your, uh... attention," the cougar said. "Thank you, Mr. Sanmer, for your time. If I have any questions after the tour, I'll forward them to your secretaries."

"Of course, Mr. Banks. Please let me know if there's anything I can do to satisfy the bureau's curiosity."

The fox reached for some papers on his desk and began to read. Banks stiffened. Apparently, he was being dismissed.

Feather-light fingers touched his arm, guiding him from his chair.

"Follow us, please, Mr. Banks."

The cougar's tail curled round in his trench coat as he stood and walked past Sanmer's desk. He tried not to stare at the otter twins' backsides as he followed them back through the door they'd entered earlier.

When Milford was out of the room, Sanmer set down his paper and picked up the phone. A hint of a smile played on his narrow white muzzle.

"Yes. Tell Davies in Personnel that I've just offered Special Investigator Milford Banks a position and that he's accepted. Make arrangements with his previous employers."

The fox's smile grew as he set down the phone. Felines... they think they're cunning, but they have nothing on us foxes...

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Milford's nose twitched and his tail swished back and forth impatiently. One of the otters had taken his coat; the other plied him with coffee. Their scent was everywhere on him. They were constantly touching his arms or back, or leaning in against him as they pointed out various features of the building.

"This is the mail room," Missy said. Or was it Trissy? He still wasn't sure.

"We send our shipments of MILK from here," said the other.

The warehouse was not what Milford came here to see, but he tried not to let his frustration show. These two were obviously just a ploy to distract him. To stonewall him. To stonewall the bureau!

"Yes, I can see that. Very interesting," he said, a noticeable edge to his voice.

Missy and Trissy glanced at each other. Each one curled their arm around his elbows, on either side.

"Perhaps you'd like to visit our Research and Development lab?"

Now that could give him some information. Milford nodded grimly and tried to ignore the weight of each otter's chest as they pressed in closely to his sides. He kept his arms in front, one paw folded around the other arm's wrist.

His nose twitched again. There was definitely something in the air. He'd heard of large buildings using scent distributors to neutralize odors; this was probably something along those lines. The cougar's fur stood on end as they walked down a long, brightly lit hallway. Soothing paintings were hung at regular intervals on the wall and the floor itself was marble. Expensive. Sanmer liked to show off.

"Of course, we trust you won't tell any of our competitors about anything you see, will you?" one of the otters asked.

"Of course not." The idea was silly. Sanmer Pharma had no competition. That was part of what was strange about the company.

The otters pushed open the doors and guided Milford through. A maze of cubicles and desks greeted him. The outside of the room was made up of a series of glass-walled rooms. The glass was specially treated - some were clear, some cloudy. Privacy walls. Very popular in large offices. They could be turned on and off with the flick of a switch.

The desks in the center of the room didn't interest him so much as the side rooms. Milford ignored the hustling, scurrying crowds of individuals in lab coats and walked towards the nearest glass-walled room. He peered through the clear glass inside, where a technician wearing a sanitary face mask was administering some kind of shot to a naked red fox on a large doctor's bed. The male was huge - probably close to seven feet tall - and appeared to be unconscious.

"Mr. Sanmer is developing new technologies all the time," one of the otters said. Her paw slipped around his backside and caressed the base of his spine, just above his tail.

"As you can see, we take every precaution," said the other. Her paw joined her twin's to rub the small of Milford's backside.

"Uh, yes... very sanitary," Milford said, trying to pull away from their insistent touches. His nose twitched again and he stifled a sneeze with the arm of his shirt. "What is being tested here?"

"A new form of MILK! It's going to revolutionize our product once we've got the final mixture figured out."

"The fox you see in there is one of our late-stage testers."

The fox's chest rose and fell slowly. He was supremely muscular. His chest bulged with power, even unconscious. His legs were thick and, Milford noticed, the small blue towel they'd placed over his midsection had a fairly ridiculous bulge in it. Not to mention his stomach! Milford hadn't seen abs like that ever, not even in fitness magazines.

"Perhaps you can meet him later if you'd like to ask him what he thinks about his job here," an otter said. Her lips were quite close to Milford's ears and the cougar shifted on his feet, trying to pull away, only to realize the other otter was on her tip-toes, whispering into his other ear.

"He loves his job. So do we."

Milford's hackles rose. Something was going on here. These two were acting less like secretaries and more like... well, like they were told to seduce him. But if Sanmer thought throwing a few attractive females at him would put him off the scent, he had another thing coming.

"Yes, very interesting. Perhaps you can arrange a meeting for me later."

The otters giggled and squeezed in even closer. None of the passing technicians and researchers paid him or them any mind as they continued to walk. Their paws kneaded his backside and their breasts rested heavily on his arms. He could feel their heat and swallowed, trying not to react. This was awkward enough. He focused on the room, the people, the details. That's what he was good at. The details.

Like the way one of those otters was reaching for his hips, the way her cute little fingers stroked his shirt, gently tugging at the buttons...

Milford shook his head, clearing his thoughts. This wasn't professional at all. But he let them hang on him. Maybe they'd give him more information if they thought they were actually seducing him.

They passed several more rooms where the glass was fogged up, preventing him from looking inside. Around halfway down, they came to a room that was empty of people, but full of various advanced machines bolted to the walls or resting on workbenches surrounding the doctor's table in the middle of the room.

"Would you like to inspect some equipment? We try to ensure everything is always in perfect working order."

A paw slipped inside the back of his black slacks and clutched at his rear. The cougar stiffened and glanced from side to side. Both otters were looking up at him eagerly, eyes shining, and they were even making little purring noises!

But... better to play along. He could get more out of them that way. Instead of pulling away, he nodded and entered the room with them.

When they were inside, one of the otters disengaged. The paw remained on his rear, groping at his cheek. He turned to see the door close and the privacy fog turn on, leaving them cut off from the busy room outside. There was no noise - they must have sound suppression systems in addition to the scent dispersal. Milford's eyes roamed the equipment before he felt a pair of paws slip over his chest.

"We're just so happy you're taking an interest in our little company," one of the otters said. Shi slipped against his front, pressing her breasts into his chest. He felt his cock stiffen despite himself. And his nose twitched again. There was something sweet and desirable in the air and he couldn't shake it from his nostrils.

"Yes, well, I'm here on official business..."

He stopped talking when the otter in front unbuckled his pants. The other otter moved behind him and pressed into his backside; she reached around to help her twin lower his pants.

"Ladies, please, I can't... this is wildly inappropriate..."

The otter behind him reached up and pulled on his head, making him turn partly around to face her. She wrapped her fingers behind his ears and pulled his muzzle down to meet her own. Milford tried to pull away, but his flaring nostrils picked up more of that sweet scent and he found his willpower... lacking...

"Mmm... nnnn... no... no, I can't," he said, but he didn't pull away. The otters giggled as the one in front pulled his pants down to his ankles. His cock strained at his boxers. In another moment, the otter had her paws on the waistband and pulled it down, revealing his pink length. He wasn't huge, by any measure, but of average size. The otter's tongue tickled the tip and he groaned into the kiss with the other twin. Two sets of small brown paws roamed his chest, pushing up his shirt, pulling the buttons free, revealing his pale tan chest and belly fur.

The otter twins kept teasing him. His cock lurched at every touch as arousal flooded him. He wanted to stop... but... he just couldn't... his brain was as foggy as the glass walls blocking the view out of the room.

"He's cute, Trissy."

"Very cute, Missy."

Milford tried to focus on his opportunity to finally figure out which otter was which, but his glazed eyes didn't seem to be able to focus all that well.

Before long, he found himself pushed onto the doctor's bed. The twins lowered it until it was only a foot or two off the bed. He waited on his hands and knees, cock hanging between his legs, hard as a rock. His breath came quick as he panted; all the while his nostrils flared, sensing that smell in the air. His ears swiveled forward as the otter twins stood in front of him, giggling as they slowly unbuttoned their shirts, occasionally stopping to grope the other or even kiss.

"Unnngghhhh... I... can't..."

Milford stared as one otter shoved her tongue into the other's muzzle. Their heavy, full breasts squished together, firm and round, made to look all the larger by their slim, waspish bellies and wide hips.

Eventually they pulled away from each other. A strand of saliva fell from between their thick black lips as they grinned at Milford. Their shirts disappeared, leaving them topless; the cougar's cock throbbed. He stared at their thick brown nipples, easily able to poke through the lush tan chest fur each sported.

Then they pulled their pencil skirts down, slowly. At first, Milford wasn't sure what he was seeing. Each otter had an unusual pair of underwear on. It seemed to wrap around their thighs fairly tightly, only there was a particular bulge strapped to the insides of their thighs. The bulges traveled nearly to their kneecaps...

Milford's eyes widened as their skirts dropped to the floor. A few fasteners were undone, and the cougar's muzzle dropped. A pair of hard, thick, trembling pink erections rose into the air. They'd been hard, but kept from showing thanks to their unique clothing. Each otter's cock was at least a foot and a half long and thick as Milford's bicep. Each also sported a pair of nuts that would put a Clydesdale to shame. They were as big and brown as a pair of coconuts hanging over their thighs. How they'd hidden them in the pencil skirts Milford would never know.

The two herms giggled at Milford and turned towards each other. Their arms explored their bodies, their hips pressed together. One cock slid between a pair of heavy breasts; the other pushed out to the side. Milford stared, unable to look away. The scent grew stronger than before and the cougar's cock jerked, spurting a small bit of pre-cum onto the doctor's bed below him.

"I think Mr. Banks likes us!" one of the otters cooed.

The other smiled and leaned down, taking hir twin's thick nipple into hir muzzle. Shi made eager, rumbling noises as shi suckled on hir twin's teat.

"Do you think he'll mind if we play with him, too? It's part of his new job!"

"Mmmmhhh... I think he wants to play with us!"

And Milford realized he did. Every instinct, every professional hair on his body was telling him to get out, but his cock... oh, how his cock wanted this. And the scent... it was so... relaxing...

The cougar's inhibitions melted away as the otters approached. One positioned herself in front of the cougar, still on his hands and knees. The other moved behind him. He felt the fat ridge of hir cock slide between his cheeks like a hot dog in a bun and whimpered. His own cock jerked again. The one in front used hir paws to guide his muzzle towards hir own cock.

He found himself opening his muzzle. It was a strange feeling. A compulsion. He had to do this, even though he wasn't gay. He'd never sucked a cock before, but right now he could think of nothing else he could possibly ever want in his life.

The fat pink tip filled his muzzle. Almost immediately, the taste set his heart beating even harder. It was sweet, like the scent in the air. He felt a trickle of pre-cum slip down his throat and groaned lustily. Both paws reached for hir hips and pulled hir forward, wanting more of that nice, big, lovely shaft...

The otter behind him giggled as shi teased hir tip at his tail hole. Hir paw pulled on his tail, putting pressure on the root, as hir hips dragged hir shaft back and forth, wetting down his fur with pre-cum.

Milford reached up as he felt the otter's breasts on top of his head. His paws closed around hir nipples, squeezing them firmly. They were so nice... firm... warm... and... wet? Flicking his eyes up, Milford's cock jerked again as he realized the otter's nipples released little squirts of warm, thick cream whenever he squeezed them. Both paws lifted to stroke the fat nubs as his muzzle worked over hir shaft; saliva and pre-cum drooled down hir length to drip from a pair of heavy, palm-filling testicles.

Milford was so intoxicated with what was happening to his muzzle and in his paws he barely noticed as the 16-inch shaft behind him spread his tail hole open. There was no pain, just pressure. His nostrils flared open, sucking in more and more of the scent in the air, as his cock shot a stream of pre-cum onto the bed below. His guts churned as he felt that huge length slide in relentlessly, filling him to the brim in a matter of moments.

More pre-cum chugged into his muzzle, too much to swallow; clear liquid dribbled out of the corners of his mouth. The otters moaned and cooed at him, encouraging him on. The one in front gripped his head and thrust forward, popping hir cock easily into his throat, suppressing any gag reflex with the sheer size of hir massive tool. Pre-cum pumped directly into his body, flooding his throat and filling his stomach. The cougar's cock jerked and throbbed before spurting, spraying a load of white cream onto the bed. The feline tensed, tail lashing in the other otter's paw, as an orgasm spontaneously crested in him, making his head spin.

His throat bulged obscenely as the otter in front shoved forward again, ruthlessly plunging his muzzle, stretching his jaw wider and wider. There was still no pain and the taste of hir cum sent thrills throughout Milford. He couldn't think from all the pleasure, though he knew somehow he was able to stretch enough to take them - barely - but he didn't know how. And he didn't care. Especially not as he felt his belly distend with the size of the otter's cock. Shi leaned over him, moaning into his ears, telling him how good he was doing; hir heavy breasts sloshed as they pressed into his backside.

The otter in front shoved deeper a few times, thrusting roughly, both paws grasping his head. His paws went to hir thighs to support himself as shi panted. Every exhalation came with a brief cry of pleasure; the cries increased in speed and volume over the course of half-a-dozen deep, long thrusts...

And then shi came. Milford's eyes squeezed shut as a wave of hot warmth slid down his gullet, filling his belly further. There was so much of it... and it was so delicious... his throat clenched, squeezed, working out every last drop it could, even when seed backed up and spilled out of his muzzle and nostrils, rolling in waves over his chin and soaking down his chest as it ran into his fur.

Behind him, the otter thrusting into his rump began to make similar noises as hir sister. Hir claws latched onto his hips as shi pounded away; squelches echoed through the air as hir sloppy, hard length drove in and pulled out in quick, rapid motions.

"Ahhhh!"

The cry was followed by a second wave of delicious, warm cum that filled Milford even further. The cougar's legs trembled as the wave of pleasure spread over him; the heat of their seed made his mind go blank, experiencing nothing but the overwhelming pleasure they were giving him. His cock jerked, shooting again, and again, and again, cumming constantly.

Unknown to the cougar, the twins were not merely herms. They'd been created, altered, and bred by the white fox for exactly this purpose. Their addictive and had mind-altering cum was powerful, with obvious side effects - some of which Milford was already experiencing.

"Time for stage two, sister?" the twin in front asked.

"Oh, yes!"

The cougar's groans of lust filled the air as the one in front popped hir massive length free. It swung up, smacking between hir breasts, and shot a few more pulses of cum that sloshed down onto Milford's already extremely messy face. The one in back followed suit; the cougar's rear end gaped widely, leaking profusely, when shi pulled free.

Milford slumped into his belly. He panted, exhausted, used, broken. He could think of nothing but the taste of cum and the smell of it in his nostrils.

Something sharp jabbed him in the left thigh; another jab came a moment later in the right. There was giggling, then an unbearable pressure in his balls. They churned madly, heavier by the moment.

Milford rolled onto his backside and reached for his nuts, gaping as the pleasure surged through him. They were of normal size when he entered the room. Now they were as big as peaches. They soon filled his paws and then some. His cock expanded as well, though more slowly, pumping a steady stream of thick white cream onto his belly.

One of the otters bent over and pressed hir chest around his length, squeezing it between hir full, firm breasts. The other leaned over his face, giving his muzzle easy access to both of hir fat nipples. The cougar latched on and greedily suckled, using his paws to grope at whichever teat he didn't have in his muzzle at the time.

Small brown paws squeezed at his chest. Milford looked down, shifting his head only slightly so that he could keep the fat teat firmly clamped between his lips. He guzzled milk as he watched the otter leaning over him stroke at his chest, tweak his sensitive nipples, play with his fur... which, he realized, was gradually fading into a much darker shade of brown.

The cougar moaned and shifted as hir paws clutched at his chest, squeezing and teasing the growing swells. His hard pecs soon lost their definition as female breasts grew in, increasing in volume just as his heavy balls had - balls that were now just as big as the otter twins'. His fur continued to darken and his lips plumped up around the teat in his muzzle. He closed his eyes, not caring what was going on anymore as long as he could drink the thick milk, experience the warmth of the otter's tits around his aching, still cumming erection.

Those breasts pulled away soon, however, and Milford felt his legs pulled apart. He didn't resist as the otter's cock slipped between his thighs. When it prodded not at his rump, but at a newly formed pussy, the cougar stiffened and cried out, sending milk spraying from hir soaking muzzle.

"Stage three is always my favorite," the otter said, giggling as shi shoved forward roughly.

Milford's legs kicked and went rigid. Hir tail went straight out to the side, even as the base grew thicker and less flexible. Soon, the cougar's golden tail was fat at the base and tapered at the tip, covered in dark brown fur on top and pale tan underneath, just like Missy and Trissy's tails. Hir fur darkened more rapidly, spreading across hir body as hir breasts grew in more fully, until they also matched the otter twin's in size and appearance. Even hir muzzle changed, altering to match the two herms' physiologies.

Milford's brain blanked with pleasure as shi felt the fat otter cock sawing into hir pussy, stretching hir open for the first time. It felt so incredible... shi had to have more and more of it and lifted hir legs around the other otter's hips. Hir dark brown eyes flashed open as shi felt the otter in front of hir flip around, stepping over hir, and aim a fat pink cock at hir muzzle. Shi willingly opened hir jaws wide and giggled as the tip pressed against hir tongue.

The triplets cooed at each other as their rampant fuck-session continued for another hour. They filled each other multiple times, exploring and sharing their addictive, sweet cum and milk. By the time it was finished, they were laying in a heap, writhing and flexing, moaning and purring, all three indistinguishable from one another.

"Mmmm... oh, no!" one of them said, sitting bolt upright.

"What's wrong, Trissy?"

"We've got to get Mr. Sanmer's afternoon coffee, Missy!"

The other two otters opened their eyes wide.

"Oh, right!" said one. "Come on, Sissy! We can't be late!"

The three otters stood and giggled at the mess they'd made of the room. Ignoring their ruined clothing, they turned off the privacy glass and strutted out into the main room, cocks swaying in front of them. Hand in hand, the triplets giggled as they noticed the stares of the technicians and researchers around them, all of whom gave them a wide berth as they nearly skipped down the walkway and out the doors.

One of the otters poked hir head back in and flashed a smile at a janitor pushing a mop bucket.

"Could you clean up Room 21B, please? I'm afraid our new employee made quite a mess."

"Hey! You made the mess, not me!" came a voice from the hallway.

"I'll show you a mess... but first we have to get Mr. Sanmer his coffee!"

The otter's head disappeared through the door, though the entire room could hear the giggles they left in their wake.

The end.