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The house was rather run down and had a sordid past. But it was pretty big and livable. A lot of repairs had to be done, but Ted was sure he could fix it. Whenever it was that he felt like doing it. Until then there was an old blow up mattress to sleep on and a few months of cash to burn through until he absolutely had to find a job.

The otter yawned as he pulled into the driveway. He'd been driving for about three days straight, but it was worth it. He supposed. Looking at the torn siding and faded paint it was truly amazing the photographer was able to capture exactly how shitty it was for the website. The sunset was nice though.

Ted grabbed the box he was pretty sure held his dad's old camping mattress. He would get the rest out of his car later. Probably. He propped the box on his leg as he struggled with the lock.

"Ah..." The door swung open to reveal a plethora of candy bar and fast food wrappers. Perhaps the photographer didn't capture all of the shittiness. "Oh well." He slapped the box on the kitchen counter, retrieved the awful plastic, green mattress and the six pack of cheap beer. He could afford better now, but old habits.

The otter would have set up his bedroom but he was pretty tired. And there was a loose step on the stairs according to the listing. Not to mention the fact that by the time he was done listing excuses the air mattress was already blown up and he was already sitting down.

Ted had done it. He got away from it all. His paw shook a bit as he cracked open that first bottle. "Cheers mom." He murmured before taking a sip. He plopped his phone down and let it play all the inane garbage he usually watched on YouTube.

"Ugh." It was still dark out. Why was he up? A bump came from upstairs. That was probably just the house settling, right? His phone was dead. Dammit. Now he had to check since his mind began to spin tales of masked marauders and murderous stalkers. Not that he knew anyone who would want to stalk him.

The otter padded as quietly as he could up the stairs guided by a tiny keychain flashlight. "Erf." He stifled a grunt as he fell against the handrail. That damn loose step.

While he wanted the benefit of surprise he wasn't sure he could take the tension much longer. He burst into the nearest door. "Is there anyone there?" He shouted with as much authority he could muster. It was the second bathroom he found himself looking into and it was pretty rank. As if the previously evicted owner left some evidence of their bitterness behind.

After searching upstairs for a bit Ted discovered only what looked like a makeshift bed in the smaller bedroom. The kind he'd often found when he used to hang out in the woods after ditching school. Complete with various litter. "Hey, if there's anyone there..." Stupid, crazy Ted. He was still like this even now that he was all alone. Tears warmed his cheeks. "It's okay... You can do whatever you want. Just show yourself. I just don't want to feel like this anymore."

The silence was almost worse than anything else that could have happened. The otter sniffed a bit and stamped back down the stairs. Of course he hadn't saved himself any alcohol.

The otter awoke, aching back, phone droning on. He had slept in his car. Because a noise scared him. How could he be twenty five and still be so pathetic? Whatever. He was definitely getting a bottle and a twelve pack. For after he moved his crap in of course.

Or maybe that was an excuse. He did dawdle a lot. Ellecting to stand around in the nearby gas station for twenty minutes before making his purchase. Then sat in the gas station parking lot making the payments to have the utilities turned on. And glanced around at the Facebook pages of the people from his previous life. Maybe a pizza would cheer him up.

Ted stared at the front door. It had changed now. It was daunting. He was in over his head. He should just go back. "Stupid, stupid." He hit himself on the head, but there was no energy to it. More of a reflex. He grabbed the pizza and twelve pack, opting against the Jameson. He had to be up by six in the morning. Or eleven. That was up to ComEd.

The otter ate and drank a bit but didn't really feel it. He tried jacking off, but ended up with little more than a mess. No orgasmic afterglow. If he was honest with himself he was disgusted. He could smell himself and he'd just pissed in an empty bottle. At least he wasn't hearing things and acting paranoid for the moment. Still... Today was a bust.

He tossed and tried to sleep in his dirty clothes, using his hoodie as a pillow. After he'd settled he definitely heard the creak of a floorboard. The otter just didn't care enough to spare a glance. 'If this is it, let me die quickly.' He prayed to himself.

Instead of death there was another sound. The scraping of a cardboard lid. Ted flopped over quickly and in the moonlight saw something that made no sense. A slice of pizza floating away following the footsteps that darted up the stairs.

This was another level of insanity. Sure he'd heard things occasionally, but never full on saw flying pizza. This was something the otter could not accept. He tried to rationalize it, but could not.

"Show yourself, I know there's someone here. Stop fucking with me!" The otter jumped up and ran up to the room with the hobo bed. This time he skipped the top step. In the ill lighting a pizza crust flew across the room. He tried to focus on the rather bare room. The thin covers of the makeshift bed moved. They appeared to be covering... something. He pulled back the covers and there was nothing. This was it. Ted Waters finally accepted that he should seek mental help.

...To be absolutely sure though. He reached his paw into the bed where it stopped short of the bedding. "Ow!" A paw knocked his arm away. A paw he could not see.

"Um.... Um? Ughm!?!" Ted's body shook. This couldn't be happening. He began to hit himself again. Harder this time. "Stupid, stupid! Stop it! It's not real! Sto-"

"You stop it!" A voice came from very near him. It sounded rather young. "I am real. I am." The voice began to cry. The otter looked more carefully with his keychain flashlight. There were tears falling from nothing right in front of him. Then footsteps and the covers shifted.

Ted simply stood and listened to the cries for some time. He was reasoning with himself. Even if this was just a projection from his mind he'd have to deal with it somehow, right? If he was being crazy by talking to himself it'd just drive him more crazy to let it get worse, right?

He crouched by the bed and gently patted the now obviously body shaped outline on it's back (probably?). Now that he was closer to the ground he could see some of the garbage littered around was toys. "Hey, um. I'm not sure what's going on right now but it'll be okay. I think." He was shaking again. Maybe if he got drunk it'll all go away.

"It's not okay. My dad and mommy left." Oh great. Was this some bizarro version of leaving behind his friends and family coming back to haunt him?

"Well. Sometimes people have to... go. Because it'll be better for them? Fuck. Wait. No one should do... this?" The otter was trying to play 4th dimensional Clue against his own mind. "Um, are you...?" Colonel Mustard? No, that was stupid. "Why don't you tell me what happened?"

"Daddy hit- hit..." Snort, mucus being sniffed back. "M-mom. Then they left and then never c-came back." This was out of Ted's paws. After the power got turned on he was getting help.

"Oh... Listen. I don't know how to deal with this... did you want another piece of pizza? I'll..." If he tried to get help would his illness stop him? If he lied to himself or this part of himself would it get mad? "I'll figure out someway to help later." More sobs.

Well, he'd done all he could. It was past the time to drink some more. Ted gave the shape another pat and walked away. Still hearing the now quiet crying.

Ted sat down on the air mattress and it creaked against the hard wood floor. He could still hear the crying over his phone's speaker for at least one of the pressboard, ten minute long videos. Then heard nothing above the dull sound of stock music and someone mocking life hacks. The alcohol was working. After all the excitement he was somehow feeling relaxed. The mattress sagged next to him. Dammit.

"I can have some pizza?"

"Yeah, here." He plopped the phone on the invisible lap (maybe?). "Knock yourself out." Ted had decided it was time for the harder stuff and headed to the door.

"Don't go." The voice squeaked from behind a floating phone. Despite himself the otter walked back and plopped back down against the wall. "Can you help me?"

"What do you need?" The phone was shoved into his paw.

"I can't get to... how do you get games?" A slice of pizza now disappearing bite by bite in midair.

Ugh. Of course. He started the download for Fortnite. Which would take some time. "So... do you have a name?"

"Jake. Jake R..." The mattress shifted. "I can't remember. "

"Oh. Uh. Do you know how long it's been since your..." Parents left? Don't upset it now. "How long you've been invisible?"

"What's invivible?"

"I mean- Uh, no one can see you right?"

"It's forever! It's just- just dumb." Pat! An invisible paw hit the mattress.

"Oh. That's not cool buddy. Well, I'm Ted." The otter rubbed his forehead and then hesitantly held out a paw for a handshake. Another shift from the mattress and a paw slapped against his. His paw pads were warm and it felt very much like a real hi five.

"Can I play now?" Jake said, whining slightly. Downloading... 60%.

"Not yet. The game's not done. Uh... Is it weird being invisible?"

"Sorta... It was hard to go potty, but I sit now." He bounced slightly. Ted got up.

"You gotta go now?" The otter held out a paw to help up the invisible cub without even thinking.

"Yeah." The voice came and the small paw was in Ted's and hardly felt like there was any weight behind it as Jake got up. Footsteps started up the stairs.

"Oh, no. There's no water right now buddy." The steps stopped. "You gotta go outside."

"Oh." Step, step, jump! The steps went through the kitchen and to the back door. "Can you go with?"

"Yeah, sure. Don't do that again though. It's scary." He started to the door.

"I scared you?" He giggled.

"Yeah. Don't... uh. Don't hurt yourself. " The otter was starting to get it. Maybe the cub represented him. He should start taking care of himself. They entered the dark night, the lawn slightly overgrown. Keychain light revealing some scattered trash right below where Jake's room would be.

"C'mon!" Jake shouted and ran through the yard, pawprints left in the grass.

"Jake, don't go so far. Jake!" The otter ran in the general direction he thought the cub went. The keychain light offering no help. How would he find the cub anyway? He stopped by the small shed on the other side of the yard and looked around.

"Rah!"

"Ah!" Something thumped into Ted's side. "Don't do that either!"

"Scared ya 'gain!" The cub laughed. The otter had to take a moment as he panicked.

"It's really not funny." A smile teased his lips. "Go to the bathroom."

"I can't sit..."

"I don't think it matters that much out here. Just go on the shed." Ted glanced around. The cool night air seeming to squeeze his bladder. He shined the light around and saw a stream arcing through the air. He estimated where Jake was and unzipped his jeans, poking his sheath out his boxers and-

"Can I point it?" Ted felt a paw on his waist.

"No. That's just weird and besides you're a kid."

"And?"

"You're not supposed to do that."

"Cuz?"

"It's weird!"

"So?"

The otter's bladder felt like it would burst. And it's only his imagination. "Alright..." He moved his paw from his sheath and then it was gripped by a cool, small paw. His yellow stream burst out. The paw started getting warmer and was aiming his sheath to make a squiggly design on the red shed. Ted's sheath started to swell. 'This was wrong.' He thought.

"There ya go." Jake said and Ted sighed in relief as the cub released him."Oh!" The paw jumped back to the sheath to shake off the excess piss.

"Mmm!" The otter groaned, the shake off felt much more like a casual few strokes. But he maintained his composure and pulled his pants up.

"Thanks. I like being able to see it. " Jake murmured. Ted cringed at himself. His exposed tip rubbing against his boxers as they walked back.

"No problem. Let's go see if the game's done." Ted tried to think of anything to make his slowly growing erection go away,

Jake flopped onto the mattress. "Wanna watch?"

"Yeah. Sure. Just a bit. We should probably get to bed soon."

"Why?"

"It's late. You're a cub, you should get plenty of rest. Plus I'm- uh we're getting the power and water back on. Gotta make sure I don't miss them."

"Oh." Jake started up a game on the app. "You can't see from there." Ted reluctantly sat next to the cub and watched as he struggled to open a chest, someone opened it in front of him and he was promptly shot to death. "Stupid! I don't know how to play this."

"Jake, buddy, the game tells you how to play."

"Where?"

"On the screen."

"Oh." Jake said simply. Then went through another round where he promptly died from lack of knowing the controls. "I don't know what it says."

"You can't read?"

"I can read... cheerios and dog..."

"Oh no.... That's no good buddy." He paused. "How old are you?"

"I dunno."

"How old were you on your last birthday?"

"Ummm. Eight?"

"That's not right. It's really something you should learn."

"Show me how to play." Jake whimpered and held out the phone.

"Okay. But after the power comes on we're getting you some books." The otter was tilting the screen towards Jake and explaining the controls he was using. Then the cub sat on his so he could see better. Though it was slightly uncomfortable the cub's invisibility made it easier. Although now that he was staring straight through the top of his head he could see a tint of dirty brownish hue. Like a smudged and dusty window.

After a few attempts the otter managed to come in second place. Since started to get into the game he gave Jake an excited hug and bounced the invisible cub on his lap a little. Then he noticed something off. His paw was met with fur. "Jake. Are you wearing clothes?"

"No. I think I can play now though." Jake exclaimed and took the phone back.

The otter was feeling flushed. Did he just basically dry hump a cub? "But why?"

"My dad didn't like it." The cub explained simply.

Ted gulped. Did his dad do things to him? His heart wanted to deny him the thought, but the body heat he could feel through his jeans and the mental images he conjured certainly hoped so. "Why didn't he like it?" He tried to sound casual.

"He didn't like mommy talking about me." The game was sure a solid distraction for this kid, he didn't even seem to notice what he was saying.

Ted thought a bit. He supposed it made sense. Somehow. And if Jake's father did abuse him how would that justify the hard and now dripping cock so dangerously close to this cub? Oh. Fuck it. "Jake. You said you like to see it, right?"

"Yeah." The cub said not really paying attention.

"You wanna see it now?" The otter pushed a bit.

"Hmmm." Lil Jake sure got a hold of those controls quick.

"It got bigger. And I'll let you aim it again." He tried to entice him.

"Ummm." One of the other players bested the cub in a gun battle. "Sure." The cub sat down next to Ted and Ted pulled his jeans and underwear off before he had a second thought.

"Let me lay down and you can sit on my stomach." He'd learned he cums easiest in this position from his ex. And he wasn't sure how long he could keep the cub interested. It wasn't until they got into position did Ted truly realize how small and light the cub was. He was probably severely malnourished.

"What is it?" The keychain light shown through the cub's form. The otter must be getting better at spotting the cub because he could almost make out the shape.

"It's my..." Did he want to be cute or- "Cock."

"That's a bad word."

"Yeah. Sometimes it's a bad thing."

"There's something coming out." Jake was far more hesitant in touching Ted's dick than last time.

"Yeah, it's okay to touch it." His erection jumped and a little more pre seeped out. "Some people like to taste it even."

"Ew."

"Not really. Just kinda salty." Everything was still.

"You taste it?"

"Sometimes." Ted lied. He tried it once, but found it didn't suit him. The cub tentatively put a paw on the tip. Then licked his paw. And smacked his lips.

"It is salty! " Jake had been through a lot and it wasn't the worst thing he'd tasted. Before the otter could say anything the cub put his lips on the head of his cock.

"Ooh." Ted murred but it was over too soon, just a few small licks. "Don't stop." The adult groaned lightly. "There's milk. If you keep trying."

"Milk?" The cub moved the cock around as if looking for the milk.

"Yeah. Kind of. It tastes different but it's good for you." More precum dribbled lazily on to Jake's paw. "Don't you wanna grow up big and strong?" Jake put his maw on the otter's tip again and licked more intensely than before. But his vigor ran out swiftly and the cub settled on a slow sucking pattern not unlike nursing. "Fuck, yes... like that." Ted moaned and the cub began to suckle a little harder.

The otter reached out and found the cub's ass. He followed the curve up to Jake's tail. He stroked the furry tube slowly. There was something really hot about knowing he was casually exposing Jake's asshole as he was doing so. "Keep going little buddy."

Jake felt funny about the otter pulling on his tail, but he did like it. And it may have been weird but it had been a year since anyone even acknowledged him. Ted was fun.

"Oh.... fuck..." The otter came, yanking a bit too hard on the cub's tail. Jake choked a little, tried to swallow but pulled back coughing. Cum from his mouth spattered his muzzle, then more cum colored his cheek and neck. Then the spent otter dribbled on his stomach. Ted could feel his heartbeat in his arms and he panted lightly. "Sorry about that. Uh..." He reached over and pulled a few tissues from the floor.

"Hold up." The cub licked up the puddle of cum off the otter, then licked at his shrinking erection.

"No!" Ted cringed. "Sorry. I didn't mean to yell. That just kinda hurts. Doing it again so quickly." He picked up the cub and sat the cub by his side. He looked at Jake. The jizz made it so the otter could see him a bit easier. Definitely some kind of canine. And some kind of cute.

The cub wiped off his fur as best he can. The two laid next to each other for sometime before Jake convinced the otter to go get a blanket from his car. Then Ted scritched at Jake's headfur as they slowly drifted off.