¡Hola!
I was in a bit of a sadistic mood last night-enjoy a twin pair of Litten anthros giving someone some cheater's justice. <3
Expect more out of these two, by the way!
A tall, well-sculpted otter kneels before the camera, hand behind his back. His brown fur is mottled with sweat; a beige rectangle around his lips suggests that he was muffled with duct tape for some time. The background is a beige wall, with a bare mattress laying on the ground behind him. The ftk ftk ftk of a cheap ceiling fan is audible overhead. The otter looks at some point behind the camera, an expression on his face like a prisoner being summoned for a lethal injection.
"What's your name?" The voice belongs to a young Litten named Paloma, with an accent from south of the border and a jagged, lacerating edge to her tone. The otter looks up in her direction, green eyes glassy with fear, before answering.
"My name is Brian Corcoran," he says, in a quiet, hoarse voice.
"And why are you here, Brian Corcoran?" This voice belongs to a male named Javier, and clearly a blood relation with Paloma-about the same age, too. Unlike her, his voice is lilting, flirtatious, and coy; still, the two share some sort of poison in their tones.
Brian looks down at the floor for a second. "¡Mírame!", Paloma barks out; the otter winces, but complies. "I was hand-mucking at La Corona."
"That so? And did you think you wouldn't get caught?" The smile is audible in the young man's voice. Brian squirms and makes a face.
"I don't know," he said.
"Do you know what casinos do to cheaters, Brian Corcoran?" Paloma speaks this time; the otter shudders at her sharp tone.
"I don't know," he says, a note of desperation coming through.
"I think you can guess," Javier says, cheerfully. "You've heard stories, haven't you? Just the other day, someone was marking cards over at the new place on the strip."
"The Diamond Sea," his twin sister adds.
"Yes, the Diamond Sea. So they caught that on the ojo, the eye in the sky. And they took him to someplace quiet, and they tied him to a chair, and they took a car battery, and put a couple jumper cables on his huevos." Javier giggles. "Bzzzzt!" The otter looks like he's about to be sick.
"And then," the Litten continues, gleefully, "they told him to open his mouth, and they put the little clamp on the cable on his tongue." He cackles again; a low whine can be heard from the back of Brian's throat. "Smoke came out his ears!"
"Hermano," Paloma says, curtly.
"Sorry! We're only saying that we won't be doing that to you. Isn't that nice of us?"
Brian relaxes, but only slightly. "Y-yes," he says.
"Thank us for being merciful, Brian," Paloma says, and the otter tenses right back up again.
"Thank you for being..." Brian needs a second to regain his composure. "Thank you for being merciful."
Javier giggles again. "You might wanna hold that thought," he says. "Do you know what we will do to you?" Wordlessly, the otter shakes his head. "Hermana, would you like to show him?"
The two Litten come into view of the camera, and Brian looks petrified. Physically, neither of them are terribly intimidating; both of them are quite short, with curvy frames accentuated by the fact that they wear nothing but ski masks to cover their faces and royal purple panties to cover their big, soft, luscious rumps. Nevertheless, Brian shrinks back from them both, trying to scramble up onto his feet before he's pulled down by Javier.
"Sssshhh, shh shh shh!" Javier pats the otter on the side of the head as he's brought to lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling. "It's OK. You're not in any danger, muñeco. We're not gonna kill you." This doesn't help Brian any-the otter kicks his legs around, whimpering and about to start hyperventilating.
"Hold him still," Paloma says, before lowering her hands to her shapely hips and slowly peeling down the panties she wore. Brian stares up in confusion, wondering exactly what they were planning. Is she going to ride him? Is she going to sit on his face? He can only watch as the female Litten kicks her panties aside, turning herself around, and lowers herself into a squat right over his face.
He realizes what's about to happen too late. Javier holds tight to the sides of his face as Brian thrashes and kicks and cries out, his green eyes wide with disgusted horror as he watches Paloma's tight asshole blurt open and give a rasping, hissing wet fart. Pbbblllssshhht! He retches, hacking out, before he learns to regret keeping his mouth open.
The distinctive sound of thick, loamy dung crackling free from an asshole can be heard, Brian going stiff as Paloma's tight pucker opens wide and feeds him a heaping serving of soft, claylike shit. His eyes roll into the back of his head, only the whites visible as he shudders and moans around his mouthful. Paloma pinches off one long, fluffy turd as it deposits itself atop the pile in Brian's mouth, standing up to watch the otter struggle.
"Eat it," Paloma orders. With a disgusted cringe, Brian obeys. The wet squelch of his teeth sinking into the mucklike mass of shit can be heard-shhhlllkt. "Hrrruck. Huck!" The otter gags, torturously trying to work the load of Litten shit down his gullet. Javier giggles as Brian's face seems to turn green from queasiness, swallowing with a loud, wet ulp. He opens his mouth, gasping for air around his mouthful, still only halfway through.
"Switch spots with me," Javier says, grinning as he looks up at his twin sister. With practiced speed, Paloma gets behind the otter, holding his head still as Javier straddles either side of his head. This time, Brian can see what's coming-he shuts his mouth, screwing his eyes shut as he twists and writhes in the female Litten's grip.
"Open your mouth," Paloma snarls, smacking the side of Brian's head. He opens up, mushy mouthful of turd still visible, as Javier lowers his own pair of panties and crouches into a squat above the otter's face.
There's no slow suspense this time; the femboy Litten's load of shit splatters into Brian's mouth with a quick burst-blaaaaat! It's soft and wet and creamy, like half-melted chocolate, and it makes the poor otter choke anew.
"C'mon, swallow!" Javier giggles again. "I bet you'll get off to this later, you know that?" Brian has no response but a sickened belch, groaning as he keeps wetly chewing his mouthful. Shlk shlk shlurp shhhhp.
"Lookit him, hermana!" Javier reaches his hand down to Brian's forehead, tracing a finger along it. "He's sweating bullets!" He smiles a toothy grin down at the otter. "Keep going, you big baby. It's not that nasty, right?"
Brian has shut his twitching, rolled-back eyes, paralyzed in disgust, slowly chewing his mouthful like a cow ruminating upon its cud. The five minutes that pass from then until he finally chokes down the last slimy morsel of shit is the longest five minutes of his life.
"Good boy," Javier coos, condescendingly patting the otter's cheek. "Have you learned a lesson today?"
Brian nods, unable to speak for fear that he'd puke up.
"Good. Now, if you don't give us every cent in your bank account, you'll learn another one."
Javier nods at Paloma. "Let's take a walk to the ATM, hmm?"
Two weeks after Brian Corcoran cheated at La Corona, after he was kidnapped, bound, humiliated and used as a toilet by a sadistic pair of Pokemon twins, after he was forced to give them all the money he had, after he had returned to his home and his job as an accountant in Elko, an interesting email began to make the rounds.
In the inboxes of his wife, his boss, his coworkers, and his elderly mother, an email entitled ¡Hola! appears. Attached to that email is a video, and in that video, this happens:
A tall, well-sculpted otter kneels before the camera, hand behind his back. His brown fur is mottled with sweat; a beige rectangle around his lips suggests that he was muffled with duct tape for some time. The background is a beige wall, with a bare mattress laying on the ground behind him. The ftk ftk ftk of a cheap ceiling fan is audible overhead. The otter looks at some point behind the camera, an expression on his face like a prisoner being summoned for a lethal injection.