Snug & Slick
Snug and Slick
by Skipai (c) 2019.
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Author Note: This is a adult story for 18 years or over, involving characters that are 18+, containing gay sexual scenes.
A webbed paw slowly brushed aside the thick greenery of the bush as the otter stepped out into the open nearby the edge of the bank. Pink clouds floated overhead as the gaze of sunlight began to shine beyond the horizon to start the new day as birds chirped overhead in their morning song. Slowly, the otter began to wade into the cold running water. His thick under fur kept him from feeling the cold as he only felt the force of the water flow past his body, each hair moved in the flow before matting as they stuck together to form a watertight suit quickly.
As he felt the soft bottom of the river, the otter stood there as his webbed toes stretched out before they gripped the soft mud at the bottom and felt the gooey mess squish about as he sighed happily, the otter reached into the flowing water with both hand paws as he pulled water up and then threw it over his face as water droplets plinked back down into the river itself as it flowed back over his body, the whiskers dropped with droplets as he scooped more water once more and once again poured it over his head as he smiled, enjoying the sensation of feeling it flow over his sleek form.
The coolness of the water felt refreshing, the thick fur kept the chilled running water from being too harmful to his hot skin underneath, apart from the cold mud that had gripped between his webbed paws to the point it travelled up his legs and slowly after a time the male otter gave a slight shudder to the sensation. It made his whiskers twitch before he gave off a soft groan that ended in a gasp. Inhaling deeply, the otter chirp out loudly with a high pitched squeak and knelt down so that the water would go up further along his body until only his upper chest was above the flowing waves of the river that arched about his torso and made little bubbles when it churned about.
With a stretch of his arms, the otter spread out his fingers to allow the water to flow over the webbing between each digit and with a smile, he listened to the sounds that came around him, the water that ran continuously down the river, the bird songs that were happening all around him and the various sounds of life that was happening far in the distance.
The sensation of the soft cold mud that had squelched against the knees, the lower part of his webbed feet as the toes dug deep into the river bed, the otter looked about slowly to the banks on each side, each blade of grass swayed about with the breeze that managed to get through from the thick foliage of the forest that lined both sides, the sound of the leaves rustling overhead. With slow deep breaths, the otter felt his eyelids slip downwards and slowly he allowed them to close as he just used his hearing, sense of smell and touch to connect with nature.
As the sound of someone chopping wood came to him way off into the distance to his right, the otter felt something brush past his left hand-paw, then it was gone. After another moment or two another feeling of something that brushed past him came to the same hand-paw, then the other as the otter gave a happy grin and continued to remain still in the river. Slowly over time, the sensation of more touches came to his hand-paws, the sides of his legs, the hips and even against his hanging ball-sac in the water.
As more touches came to his body, the otter sighed and felt his dick throb before he felt the inside tense up as the cold river water slowly shift away as the otter unleashed his bladder for a thick hot yellow stream of his urine came out, the hot line of piss flowed away from him as it went down the river.
Several fish swam about around the otter as the thick hot stream of his piss flowed down the river as the strong fish swam up against the river current. One fish caught the warm liquid and swam up along it as it flowed into the mouth before slipping through the gills on both sides of the body leaving a yellowish cloud of watery smoke behind the swishing tail. It was then, that the otter moved his right hand-paw slowly around once he felt the difference in the water by the tail of the fish had reached his knees. Then he felt something go around his semi-erect penis as it slipped into the mouth of the fish.
With a quick motion of his hand-paw, the otter grasped at the slick skinned fish and brought his other hand-paw around to take hold of it, his webbed fingers gripped at the scales of the fish until he held it in place while he felt the inside of the mouth warm up from his urine that came out from the gills and the heat that his own blood flowed through the veins of the shaft of his dick.
The otter kept himself in the water as the river flowed past, the fish gaining water as it flowed through it's gills and slowly the large otter adjusted his grip around the squirming fish in his webbed paws and began to push the fish away and pulled it back until it touched his furry groin. The large shaft of the otter swelled and squirted precum as it oozed out from the gills on the side, then it was washed away by the flowing water as other fish tried to snap at it as they continued to swim upstream.
With a happy grin on his muzzle, the otter felt his shaft slip in and out of the mouth as the fish squirmed about within those webbed fingers, the otter gasping as his cold balls swung back and forth in the water while his shaft throbbed hotly within the tight snug throat of the fish as more precum shot out from the gills as it floated down the river before vanishing from view.
The fish slipped in his fingers a bit, the otter tightened his grip while the sounds of the water splashed about more, the dick slipped in and out of the opening and closing mouth as the fish gulped down the thick hot otter penis, the ribbed throat stroked along the slick shaft as precum continued to squirt outwards increasing the slickness from inside. The otter panted heavily, eyes still shut tight as his hips thrust forwards and back, his tail thrashed about in the water as it batted fish that got too near to it.
Then the otter felt his balls clench upwards towards his torso as his cock throbbed thicker, the mushroom head swelled until it blocked the throat of the fish. The otter felt the fish in his two webbed hand-paws thrash about more violently while his cock spurted the thick rich hot otter spunk deep into the gullet of the fish, the available space inside quickly filled up until the thick white cum splashed free from around the head as it slid up the shaft until it started to ooze out from the gills, it stuck there as it stretched about in the water in thin white lines.
Other fish sawm nearby to nibble at the cum that hung there around the fish that had a huge cock within it's mouth, the otter gave a shrill cry as his climax peaked, the cock pulsed and throbbed as more of his hot spunk spat out from the slit. The hand-paws squeezed the fish as he fought to keep it in place, claws dug into the scales as tiny red blood trickled out before washing away with the flow of the river.
When the climax died down, the otter opened his eyes and looked at the fish wriggling about in his hand-paws and slowly he pulled the fish from his aching hard erect penis and gently moved it to the side as he let it go. It slowly fell back along with the flow of the river until it began to move again and quickly swam upwards once more as the otter watched it swim past him, strings of his cum still hung about around the gills and he gave a toothy grin and looked at the other fish that swam around him.
With a quick movement, the otter picked another fish out from the water and he smiled at it toothily. "Now, you look fat enough to eat." And with that, the otter slowly got up as he stood there, water fell down his body and with a semi-erect penis, the male otter slowly walked over to where the bank was all the while holding the fish by the tail in his firm grip and pushed himself onto the bank. It has been a good hunt and he had gotten some pleasure from it so when the otter turned back to the water and just seeing the fish swim underneath, he smiled, then turned around again and slowly walked through the thick foliage until he vanished from view.