James & Otter (Part 1)
THUNK!
James' door shut less than gently as he hobbled into his room. His left hand is clutching something against his body, beneath his button-up as he hustled into his room with a genuinely sinister grin on his fuzzy muzzle. Arriving in his room, James kicked his sandals off and let out a sigh of relief. Finally, the weekend!
The young raccoon dropped himself into his office chair, swiveling towards his computer and looking down. He flinched, hearing the front door close and the familiar voice of his adoptive father calling out to him to announce his presence. "Crap! Where can... Erk! He's coming!" In a quick panic, whatever he had clutched in his hand was dropped onto the floor and pinned beneath one of his bare paws.
As the door swung open, there stood his father. Surge, standing 5'8" and illuminating the area around him with the soft, blue glow of his flesh, he was definitely a sight to see. The fox (or "electrofox" as he calls himself) stepped into the room and greeted his son. "Hey, James! How was school?"
The boy played it as cool as imaginable, desperately muffling the tiny cries beneath his foot. "Fine, fine. Same as usual. Class, class, other class, lunch, class, last class, bus ride home with obnoxious morons who call me "grandpa" and demand I do their science homework for them. How was work?"
"Fairly well, actually. Andy is finally caught up, no more private lessons eating up my tii- you're don't care about how my class goes, do you?"
James looked up from his computer monitor, having started checking webcomics. "... Huh?"
"Absent-minded professor... I'll go get dinner started."
"Yeah, uh... Have fun." James continued the dismissive act until his father was out of range... then let out a sigh and bent down. The muffled protests had stopped halfway through their conversation.
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Light blasted Otter's eyes as James lifted his foot from him. The micro groaned as he was picked up by the raccoon and brought to eye level. After a few seconds of panting to catch his breath, he pushed at the massive hand wrapped around him and thrashed about in place, looking up at the young raccoon holding him captive. "Let me go!"
James just smiled, now. A truly devilish grin crept across his muzzle as he eyed his little prize. "Oh, no. I've got plans for you, little one. We're going to have so much fun. Besides, do you have any idea how hard it was to get you? There's no way you're going anywhere until I've gotten all the use I want out of you." With a quiet, sinister chuckle, James took his cane in-hand and got up from his chair. After locking his door, he made his way to his bed.
Otter held tight as he felt himself moved and swung around by the enormous raccoon, actually trying to bury himself deeper into his hand for fear of being dropped. As James sat, the otter's face went white. The raccoon was undressing, pulling his pants and boxers off and revealing the snowy fur beneath. Otter began to tremble, wondering what this devious creature had in mind. Otter's eyes sunk into his head in horror as he watched James reach under his bed and retrieve a bottle of lubricant. Struggling even more frantically at this point, he found himself suddenly soaked by chilly, syrupy goop.
The raccoon couldn't help but giggle uncontrollably at Otter's futile struggles as he doused him in a glob of lube. He loosened his grip on the micro's body, wrapping him in both hands as he kneaded him about and bathed him in the lubricant. Every inch of his little body was soaked with the slick mess, matting his brown fur down and making him cringe. James laid back on his bed, resting up against the wall. The boy opened his hand up, looking at the dazed, exhausted otter collapsed within. He blew across Otter's body, making the little otter chirp and curl up. It was cold! His hand descended, straightening out the little micro's body with his fingers as he lowered to the darkness between James' legs.
"This isn't happening!" Otter repeated to himself countless times. He watched as James' naked body grew closer and closer... Soon enough, he was in pitch darkness under the shadow of the boy's fuzzy "equipment." He panicked, hoping and protesting that he wasn't doing what he thinks he was... As he felt his wet, slippery feet press against a tightly puckered ring, his horrors were confirmed. The otter began a frantic struggle to escape. He felt the radiant heat of the raccoon's body all over, even more so as his feet slipped into the tight, fleshy orifice.
James moaned softly as Otter's kicking feet entered him, stimulating the tender walls inside. His hands moved along the slippery otter's body, grasping him by the upper body and shoulder with a few attempts. "Guh... You're like a watermelon seed." His fingers slipped up a few more times as he gave the thrashing otter a few more little pushes. His little legs were engulfed up to the knee at this point. Each little movement could be felt by the boy, each one drawing a pleased response.
Otter was still having trouble believing what was happening. This young boy couldn't be this perverted! His skin crawled as he felt the slick flesh claiming more of his legs as he thrashed helplessly to escape James' grasp. Hot, slippery flesh was claiming his hips as he started biting at James' fingers. Of course, at his size, he couldn't possibly do any damage. He couldn't even get his mouth around enough flesh to bite down. Slick, lubed up fingers grabbed, pressed and pushed his tiny body deeper into the horribly hot passage as the seconds passed. The raccoon's tight, crushing ring flexed around Otter's body, squeezing the air out of him briefly. The poor micro pushed frantically at the boy's fingers for a few more seconds. Pausing for just a second to breath, he switched his plan and tried to push at the boy's body instead. Grasping the edges of the raccoon's anus, he attempted to pull himself free.
Otter's plan seemed to be a bad idea. James, feeling him change positions planted two fingers on the top of his captive's head and gave him one last shove. He could hear a faint squeak as the micro disappeared into him, pushed in along with an inch or so of the boy's fingers. James let out a nice, happy moan as the otter slid into him completely, gently withdrawing his slick fingers and laid back to enjoy the feel of the little creature writhing inside him.
Hot, slimy walls everywhere. Otter desperately tried to cling to James' fingers, but the lubricant he and the digits were soaked in made it quite impossible. It felt like he was in a sweltering, fleshy cocoon. The muscular walls constricted him within the boy's depths. Each little movement was felt by his captor as the otter pushed and shoved at the walls around him. He instinctively pulled the pair of goggles atop his head over his eyes, not that they would help.. It was so hard to breath, so hot, so scary. In his struggles, he managed to somehow flip himself over. This drew a loud moan from the boy, having apparently pressed against James' prostate in his struggles. So hot... Sleep started feeling like a good idea. Everything began going dark. As he slowed down, his little ears twitched. He could hear James' accelerated heartbeat in the distance as he slipped into unconsciousness. Thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump...
James sat down at the table, smiling at his father, Arren and Andrei, a guest. He stuck his tongue out at Surge each time he gave the boy an odd look as if he knew something. "No way he knows," James thought to himself as he enjoyed his dinner. The minutes passed, conversations were had and James cleaned his plate. He excused himself, hugged his father and hobbled off to the bathroom to clean up for bed. "Goodnight! Dinner was great."
Surge found himself staring. "Was James walking funny to you?"
Arren looked up at Surge, halfway through emptying a bottle of ketchup on his plate. "... Doesn't he always?"
"Yeah, but ... Ah, never mind." The glowing fox shrugged, taking the raccoon's dish and went to the kitchen.
The sound of running water filled James' ears as he started up a bath. He shed his clothes and placed them in the hamper, then laid his glasses on the counter. Sitting down on the toilet lid, he removed the brace strapped to his leg and set it aside as well. With the water still running, he scooted himself onto the edge of the tub, dipping his feet into the slowly rising, pleasantly hot water. Nestled between his legs, hard and throbbing was the raccoon's glossy, black member. One hand slowly wrapped around it and gave a stimulating squeeze as his other slipped under himself, gently probing and spreading his still-slippery tail hole. The boy closed his eyes and spent a moment or two just playing with himself, rubbing his soft hand up and down his cock as his other hand teased and probed his ring.
"Okay, little guy... Time to come out and play." James focused now, grunting softly as his innards clenched and squeezed the unconscious otter. The pressure and sudden movement slowly brought him back to his senses. The teasing had let a bit of warm, steamy air into his fleshy prison. Enough to wake Otter back up. The micro slowly opened his eyes, still surrounded in the pitch black darkness of James' body, but he could feel warm air on his feet and the muscular ring around his ankles. He was being let out!
Otter shoved weakly at the fleshy walls clenching and rippling around him, slowly sinking toward freedom. His legs, now free of the boy's body kicked wildly as he tried to assist in freeing himself. He felt James' fingers pinch down at his hips and give him a slow tug. Immediately thoughts began rushing through his head. "Oh no, what is he going to do to me now!?" being at the top of the list of paranoid monologues. He groaned loudly as his upper body and head were pulled free, his eyes again being blasted by the bright light of the outside world. His goggles were coated in the slimy lube he was bathed in earlier, he couldn't see anything! Suddenly, he felt James' fingers slip from him. Freedom! Sweet freedom! "... Oh no, I'm falling!"
The tiny otter had been dropped, thankfully landing and sliding along the wall of the tub, slipping down the sheer wall of porcelain and landing in the sudsy water below with a 'plunk!'. Wait! Water! He was spared the shock of being doused in hot water, having acclimated to the heat of the raccoon's body. Instinct took over as the aquatic mammal took off as fast as he could. The lubricant coating his body quickly dissolved in the bath water, enabling him to see. The goggles covering his eyes cleared up, prompting him to look back and see a massive hand coming toward him. He tried to get the lead out, swimming as fast as his tiny body could manage before he plowed into something. He felt himself engulfed by flesh. Soft, cushion-like.
James giggled happily, the otter had swam right into his paw pads and wedged himself between his toes! It was almost too much for the boy, chuckling and clenching Otter softly so he couldn't escape. He bent down and fished him out of the water, wrapping his hand around him up to the shoulders. "You silly water-weasel... You should look where you're going."
The otter cringed once he felt those hands wrapping around him once more. Would this horrible day ever end? He gasped for air once he was plucked from the water. He wouldn't bother struggling this time. Otter flattened his ears back and pouted up at the raccoon, maybe hoping to make the boy feel sympathetic for him. "Please, just let me go... Please?"
The raccoon lowered his own ears, gently rubbing over the little otter's head with a finger. "Aww... That little face... It just breaks my heart. Okay. How about this? I play with you for just a little bit longer, give you a kiss to make everything better and then I'm done."
"Done? No more of this? You promise?"
"Uh-huh. You just try to enjoy yourself, have your goodbye-kiss and I'm done. I promise."
"O-okay."
"Good, good! Let's finish up."
Otter repeated to himself in his head "Just a little more, then he's done. I'll be free! I'm going to swim for hours and hours!" He looked up at the raccoon, starting to brighten up a bit. "What else are you going to do to- Erp!" He felt himself jerked about, suddenly lowered as James lowered him to his crotch. Otter looked up, towered over by James' erection. He lowered his ears again, whimpering softly. "Wh... What?"
James grinned down at his tiny friend, licking his lips. "All that squirming got me really excited. Do you have any clue how hard it was not to cream myself on the spot? Hold nice and still, this is going to feel great..." The boy laid the otter on his belly, the tip of his cock laying at his feet. He gently pressed Otter's paws together and eased them into the slit of his member. Otter cringed softly, feeling the tight, slick walls within engulf his paws. He wanted to pull away, to scream and protest, but he had the boy's word. He would behave for now.
Otter even helped, crossing his legs and inching forward to carefully push his legs into James' cock. The walls inside were tight. They didn't seem at all elastic, and he ran into resistance when his thighs began pushing in. He looked up at the raccoon, confused as to whether or not he should continue.
The boy was panting heavily, moaning every few seconds as the micro actually helped stuff himself into his member. Once Otter stopped, James looked down at him with lidded eyes and nodded, giving his back a gentle nudge and then rub. Otter gulped softly and nodded, trembling as he wiggled his hips side to side and pushed at the boy's belly to obediently feed his slender body to the raccoon's cock. Hot, salty slime oozed up around him and washed over his pelvis as he continued. A musky scent assaulted his nose, but the boy hadn't climaxed. James gave Otter a little push again, drawing a stifled yelp as his cock tip engulfed the micro's hips.
So tight, the walls surrounding Otter were. He began to wonder just how far James expected him to go. His question was answered as James "pinches" the otter's midsection to tuck his hands in at his sides. The otter took the hint and tucked his arms in at his sides before gently easing them into the raccoon's now stretched cock slit. His heart raced, breathing sped up as he fought off panic and repeated to himself, "It'll be over soon." His body betrayed him, however. The otter's own erection was grinding against the walls of James' urethra as the fleshy tunnel stretched over his chest.
James was in ecstasy. The feel of the otter's little body stretching the inner walls of his member was a unique, wonderful feeling he didn't get enough of. Pre oozed up around the otter constantly, lubricating him and making his descent easier by the second. The raccoon gently pressed his finger onto Otter's head, slowly counting down. "Three... two... one!" As he finished, he gave the otter a sudden, firm shove, pushing him down into his cock completely.
The micro was again engulfed in darkness, this time in the musky, overflowing innards of his captor's shaft. He felt the walls compressing and rippling around him as the boy tugged and squeezed himself. Otter could feel the boy's increasing pulse as he pleasured himself, the walls thumping in time with his heart... Then, suddenly, he could feel it. The massive rush of hot spunk building up beneath him. He felt himself moving upward, pushed by the increasing pressure before being spilled out of James' cock and onto the raccoon's belly. Otter flinched and thanked goodness that he was wearing his goggles as he felt himself bathed in the boy's spunk, coated in the hot mess as it spurted from his throbbing member.
James stifled his loud moan of pleasure, shaking a bit as his orgasm rolled through him, making everything tighten briefly before he felt the warm afterglow basking over him. Panting heavily, James fished the little otter out of the white mess and sunk himself into the water, gasping sharply as the hot water soaked his body. He tensed, then practically melted with relaxation. "There.. See? That wasn't so bad..."
The two rested for a minute or so, just laying in place, James in the tub and Otter on the boy's fuzzy chest. James gently lifted the soaking wet, clean otter up into his palm and sat up straight in the tub, sighing happily. "Okay, little guy... We're all done except the one, last thing."
The otter sat up on his knees, resting his hands on his thighs. "Goodbye kiss?"
"Uh-huh. Pucker up and get ready for it, you'll look so cute..."
Otter let out a heavy sigh of relief and nodded slowly. He raised his head and closed his eyes, puckering his lips and held his position.
James couldn't help but grin. The little otter did look adorable! He gently bent down and puckered his own lips, pressing them against- well, Otter's entire face. The micro let out a muffled grunt, his entire head engulfed by the boy's lips as he applied a bit of suction. The kiss didn't stop, though. James kept sucking, pulling Otter's shoulders and chest into his mouth. His hand stopped supporting the micro as he started sucking him straight into the hot, slimy embrace of his maw.
The micro began to panic again! The suction removed his goggled from his head, feeling the pressure tugging him into the heat of James' mouth. He began to thrash, scream and protest with twice the vigor of when he was initially inserted. His arms were effectively pinned, but his legs kicked as wildly as they could. His voice wouldn't reach anything, not even the raccoon as he shouted and cried for help. Copious amounts of saliva soaked into his fur as he was sucked in. The pressure made it feel like his eyes would be sucked out of his head, as well as stole his breath away. Thankfully, that stopped. He was given a moment to rest and breath the humid air of James' mouth before feeling everything shift and toss him about.
Tipping his head back, James opened up for an instant to let the otter be tossed inside. His jaws shut behind him with a deafening 'clack!' (to the otter, anyway). He closed his eyes and savored the squirming micro for a good minute or so, rolling his tongue around and tossing the otter all over the inside of his mouth, enjoying the feel of his little form thrashing about helplessly as he was tasted and abused.
Otter began to feel dizzy, rolling around and colliding with the boy's teeth here and there as he was assaulted by the slimy, black tongue. He couldn't tell what direction was what anymore, simply groaning and and flopping around like a ragdoll after struggling as long as he could against the tongue's abuse. Suddenly, James stopped. Otter lay sprawled out across the boy's tongue, his head spinning. "Is he going to let me out? Please don't let him eat me, please..." Otter mumbled to himself, trying to shake the dizziness off as he got up on all fours and made his way to the front of James' mouth. He tried to force the boy's jaws open.
The otter felt surprise as James allowed his jaws to be pushed open, feeling a glimmer of hope that was subsequently crushed when he felt the raccoon's jaws stop, holding him in place as they began applying pressure. He struggled to hold them up, groaning loudly as his strength was easily overwhelmed by the comparatively massive raccoon. "Nngh... No! Let me g- Mmh!"
James had played with his food long enough. He began clenching Otter between his jaws as he fought to open his mouth, easily overpowering the micro. As he began to call out, James flicked his tongue back over the otter's face, opened his jaws partially and rolled him straight back. His jaws snapped shut again and a smile crept across his face as a loud, sickening gulp rang out. His neck distended an inch or so and a small, twitching bulge began to ripple downward.
Squelch! The sound made Otter cringe as he tumbled into a hot, slimy chute, not unlike the one he had been inside earlier. He was as uncomfortable as could be, forced into the boy's throat in a loosely curled ball. Otter felt like he was going to be crushed as the walls clenched and rippled around him, sucking him deeper into the sweltering heat of James' body. He was thankfully straightened out with a bit of squirming, but this only helped him descend faster. The familiar thumping of James' heart grew increasingly loud as he passed through the boy's chest, sniffling and whimpering to himself. The heat grew, as did the pressure on his body before he was abruptly forced through a tight ring. He felt hot, humid air blast his face before he fell an inch or so into some sort of hot, disgusting muck. Chunks of meat and vegetables drenched in water and the boy's caustic juices rose up to the otter's chest as he landed in the mostly full prison of James' stomach.
Otter could already feel the tingling begin, setting off more panic alarms in his head as he began his struggles anew. He sloshed around in the gut-wrenching mess, thrashing his way to a wall to start beating on it and screaming for help. Seconds later, he was tossed back into the bulk of the half digested mess. James' stomach had begun churning, grinding its contents about in a steady, constant "massage". Otter found himself lost beneath the surface of his captor's dinner, cementing the thought of being dessert in his mind. He wished he had his goggles now, as the juices soaking the inside of James' stomach began to cause patches of fur to fall out, as well as causing Otter's flesh to tingle and itch. The doomed micro sloshed and swam about helplessly, able to hold his breath for quite some time beneath the pool of stomach fodder.
James' bath went well, shampooing and conditioning his fur, scrubbing himself and getting nice and clean before climbing out and toweling off. He sat down on the toilet lid once more and took a blow-drier to his slender form, smiling as the hot air blasted over him and dried out his soft fur. Once dry, the boy leaned over and retrieved his tooth brush. Dental hygiene was important! He wondered if the little otter noticed how well he took care of his teeth as the boy flossed them carefully. James grunted a bit, retrieving a tiny pair of goggles from between his molars. He inspected them a bit and chuckled, feeling his stomach gurgling about its contents. Since they were intact, he placed them on the counter as he brushed his teeth. Once finished, the raccoon put his brace back on and hobbled to his room, clad in a towel. James sprawled out on his bed and whistled carefully, prompting a tiny bat to flutter down from its perch and hover above the boy's nose. Only an inch tall and with a three inch wingspan, the tiny bat wasn't any bigger than the otter James found himself thinking less and less about.
The boy held his hand out, letting the little bat land in it and used his claw tips to carefully slip Otter's goggles onto the bat's head. "There we go, Pico. A perfect fit. My dessert came with a prize." Pico, the tiny bumblebee bat looked up at the goggles on his head and let out a squeak of approval. He used his "thumbs" to pull them down over his eyes and lifted off from the raccoon's palm. It had been a long day, James settled in after squirming beneath his covers and nuzzled in against his pillow. Before reaching over to turn off his desk light, the boy retrieved an orange and green skunk plush from the other end of the bed, hugged it tight and turned the lights off for bed.
Click.