Bono's Pornographic Adventures: The Otter Dildo, or A New Tail
Story by JelDragon on SoFurry
Bono has a guest over! Too bad he's "gone" almost immediately. "<>" indicate thinking.
Bono lived all alone, no friends or family or roommates to share the rent. While his income was steady and enough to hold himself up, he had occasionally thought about getting someone else to live with him. Regardless, he didn't have a lot to do while all alone, either. He mostly just worked on his computer, occasionally playing a video game or watching a show. He didn't have much of a living room. He didn't have a tv either. He figured a computer was more than enough, given the many amounts of streaming services out there, which were much cheaper than cable.
Given all this, he was surprised at a knock on the door. He hadn't ordered anything, and he wasn't expecting company. Maybe a present from someone he had forgotten about? After a second few knocks, ones that seemed a little impatient, he decided to get up and answer the door.
On the other side was a sleek otter with a swimmer's build-as most otters have. Brown fur, black nose, very lean but a little muscular. He was wearing swimmer's trunks, but his cock was hanging out through the front gap of them. Bono ignored that, his focus just looking up at the otter's eyes. <It would be rude to stare. His eyes are up there, as they say.>
"Good evening," he said after a few seconds of silence, "who are you?"
"Why, I'm your dildo, of course!" The otter smiled. "Mind if I come in?"
Bono frowned, vaguely thinking there was something wrong with what was happening here. <Well, it would be rude to leave him just out here. And someone else might-might take him. Yes.> "Sure, come in." He moved aside, the otter going past him and going in, his toes clicking along the floor.
Bono looked out, seeing if anyone had seen. It was very late, so nobody was out or anything. Satisfied nobody had seen the otter, he closed the door and turned around.
"I don't remember-" he began, but the otter wasn't in the same room as him. He looked in the living room-he wasn't there. He looked in the bedroom-he wasn't there. But there was a large thing on the floor, something sleek and long that pointed upwards. The top of it kinda looked like an otter's muzzle, and the bottom of it had a sort of tail that went a few feet across the floor. He frowned, looking back out.
It was as if the otter had just vanished, leaving some otter-shaped object behind. The "chest" of the object seemed to move, like breathing, but when Bono shook his head in confusion, it stopped. He closed the bedroom door behind him.
<I... need to find my guest.> He approached the object, looking down at it and wondering what it was. <Ineedtositonit. Well, it would be rude to leave my guest hanging, but-Ineedtositonit. I need to sit on it. I need to sit on it I need to sit on it I need to sit on it I need to sit on it INEEDTOSITONIT.>
He hadn't realized that he had dropped his pants, that he had moved a bit in front of the object. That he had bent down a little, his ass facing it. He reached his hand behind, but the muzzle-y top had already moved forward, coming to stop at his asshole. <Wait, what am I-I need to sit on-Where's...> Bono shook his head again. <Right. I'll sit on it and then I'll see if the dild-otter is still around.> He started to push his ass back.
The top of it was a little cold, and definitely thick, widening his asshole around it very slowly. He let out a little sigh, a bit of relief washing over him. <Thank god, I'm finally sitting on it, like I should be.> He smiled, trying to let gravity do a bit of work.
While he was no stranger to things going up (or down) his ass, this thing was big. Especially past the top, where it quickly spread out a bit, like shoulders on a person. He reached his hands back, spreading his ass cheeks wider. He grunted as he pushed. The thing was a little resistant, but it slid in with a pop. It was a little easier going from there. There was a long section of it that was just sleek and slippery, easily going up his ass.
The bottom of it had two long poles that bent at an angle, like knees on a person. He was about to unfold them, when he stopped and forgot was he was doing. <Uh. It goes up my ass. The poles go like...> He took the "knees," pulling them back and shoving them up his ass, bent. They were the last thing to go in, when he looked back at the tail. <Hm. Should I...?> He forgot what he was thinking again. <Hm. My tail.>
He stood up from the floor, grabbing his pants off the floor. He noticed that they didn't have a hole in the back. <That's weird... don't my pants have holes for my tail?> He shrugged, reaching down a hand to jerk on his cock, which had become incredibly hard, sensitive enough that it only took a few jerks to shoot his load all over his bed. He smiled, fairly content. After a few hours of that content feeling, he shook out of his reverie and looked out of his watch. <Hmm... I'll cut holes in my pants and then I'll go to bed.>
He left the bedroom, his tail swinging from his ass as he walked.