An Unusually Fishy Day
An Unusually Fishy Day by Cinos / Night-cloaked Hunter
Ollie had joined the school's swimming team for the most obvious reason; he enjoyed swimming. That, and he enjoyed showing off his lean, fit body at competitions. Not that he was narcissistic, far from it (though he did consider himself attractive) but simply because he was a sucker for praise.
He was your usual high school kid, really - well, he was a bit awkward in social situations, and for some reason, despite his desire for compliments on his physique, he felt rather reluctant to be naked in the locker room, simply put. The other males made him feel uncomfortable, somehow. He had thought about it a lot. Maybe he was gay? Nah, he didn't feel explicitly aroused, just strange. Something was missing, but he didn't know what.
Alas, so the days of studying and swimming flew past, fairly uneventfully - he had a few flirts with some of the girls in class but nothing more than that. He just lived his life without thinking about it too much. That is, until a certain fateful day.
Again, it started as nothing more than a usual day. He was training again with two of his swimming team friends, Matt and Jake, both as average as Ollie himself. They did share similar interests though, that is, other than swimming - video games, art, movies. Once, they had even tried watching a porn flick together in a bout of teenage arousal, but it had felt rather awkward and they ended up just making fun of all the clichés.
"Up for anything after the swim?" Ollie asked both of them as they were getting dressed (or rather, undressed) in the locker room.
"Dunno, we could hang at my place and play some Roads of Anger," suggested Jake, to which the tallest of them instantly replied. "Not Roads again, that's all we've been playing for the last month!" Matt exclaimed, theatrically shaking his head as he kept trying to stuff his clothes in the locker, shoes and all. He, too, was rather fit, as you'd expect from swimmers - though he had a bit of a belly compared to the other two.
"You just don't like it because you suck at it," Jake wittily snapped back. "though if you want to play something easier we could go with Doll Dress-up!" he continued, naming a random shovelware game he'd seen his sister buy.
"Only if you're the doll and we get to dress you up in a girl's uniform," Matt replied, making Jake blush like a tomato. Ollie burst out laughing, almost dropping the towel he kept wrapped around his waist when he switched to swimming trunks. "That'd suit you. I bet you'd even like it, Jakey. Or maybe we should call you Jackie?" he went on, causing his friend to blush even more fiercely. Jake was the most effeminate of the three, with a fairly girly figure and slim arms and legs. Ollie and Matt made fun of him regularly for that - all in good humour of course - and his reactions made it all the more funny. The situation ended with Jake throwing a shoe at Ollie, which he barely ducked. "I'll show you," he threatened both, going on to explain how badly he was going to out-swim them at the practice. The banter continued and all three were laughing by the time they had finally finished changing.
They took quick showers before hitting the pool, and did their usual rounds of warm-up before deciding to race each other. Even though Ollie usually had the best times, he was having trouble concentrating with the both funny and strangely alluring image of Jake in a schoolgirl uniform popping up in his head at random. Jake himself seemed spurred by the same thought, in turn, and reached the finish line a grand half second before Ollie, with Matt roughly another half a second behind him. After trading the expected trash talk, witty remarks and such, they kept at it for an hour or two, losing track of time soon after the second race.
Suddenly, the lights turned off. "Uh, what just happened, guys?" Jake asked, panting in the water, interrupted mid-lap by the darkness. "Um, I'm not sure," replied Ollie, glancing at the single window in the hall. "seems like it's dark outside."
"It can't be closing time already, can it? We've only been here..." Matt glanced at his distinctly watch-less arm. "...how long have we been here, guys? I kinda can't remember," he muttered. The three fumbled their way out of the water one after another, having quite a bit of trouble feeling their way around with only a thin beam of light shining from outside.
"Huh, how weird," commented Ollie. "We must've been here at least three hours. Goes to show you how bad security is around here, not even checking the pools before closing."
"What if we're stuck inside?" Jake stammered, a hint of panic in his voice. Matt was never nervous himself, and explained that the doors were opened from the inside, and even if they sprung an alarm, they had a perfectly good explanation. Eventually Jake calmed down also, and they started trying to make their way back to the locker room, bumping into each other repeatedly, tripping over the stairs and finishing off with Ollie stubbing his toe on a door frame, eliciting a loud yelp and sudden cursing from him and roaring laughter from his two friends when they figured out what happened. It was almost entirely dark in the hallways too, except dim emergency lights along the floor. Luckily, they were almost always on, just in case a power outage and earthquake happened to strike at the same time. Or, Ollie mused, if people were left in after closing time.
They managed to find their way to the showers, which were no better off in terms of lighting, but all three agreed they should get the pool chlorine washed off before leaving anyway. Not like they had to, say, hurry up before the place closed.
Something other than the darkness felt strange, though. While Ollie was getting (or at least trying to find) his shower gel, the other two got in the showers. The water was murky, but they couldn't see that, of course. It also had a fishy odour to it, however, and that was, of course, noticeable despite the lack of light.
"The heck's wrong with the pipes, ugh. It smells like I'm showering in fish liver oil," Jake shouted in a very annoyed tone. "Yeah, for sure. I think they might be doing maintenance or something," Matt replied, Ollie laughing at what he was hearing as he made his way back.
"Uh, I'm... wow, this smell is really... getting to..." Jake suddenly groaned, his legs suddenly feeling weak, prompting him to take a wobbling step out of the shower beam. "What's wrong? Oh... ugh, the water has to be toxic or something, I'm feeling a bit..." Matt replied almost immediately. Jake fell on his knees, then all fours as he tried to brace himself with his arms, followed by Matt simply collapsing in a wet heap. "Guys? What the hell is going on?" Ollie yelled, suddenly very worried. "Hold on, I'm going to call an ambulance!"
He decided to run for his cellphone, but once he found it after quite a few precious minutes wasted fumbling about and bumping into things some more, he noticed it didn't have any reception. No signal strength whatsoever, his phone couldn't even find his operator from inside here. He 'ran' back to his friends through the short hallway, phone stuck in his vice-like grip. As he stepped into the shower room, he noticed the whole floor was covered in that foul-smelling water. That didn't alarm him - even if it was poisonous having only his feet exposed probably wouldn't be dangerous. What did disturb him was what he saw in the faint glow of his cellphone's display.
Two shapes were laying on the floor, but gone were Matt and Jake - these things were... covered in fur? He stood there, stunned, for a few seconds. "What the fuck, guys? What's going on?" he yelled, making the two creatures stir. To his surprise one of them did reply, and it had Matt's voice. "I- I'm feeling strange..." it mumbled, trying to stand up. Using his phone as a flashlight, Ollie saw 'it' had a tail too, not just fur. A thick, long and musteline tail. A muzzle, too. He jumped back in surprise when that thing that might be Matt opened his eyes, both reflecting the light like a cat's.
If Ollie didn't know any better he could've sworn his friend - it was his friend, right? - looked like an otter. Except, in human form. He remembered a book he read once as a kid, with anthropomorphic animals like mice, badgers and otters. Now he had one right in front of him, looking at him with a confused expression.
As Ollie watched, 'Matt' crawled over to the other shape, which would logically be Jake, except he was changed too. Same tail, same muzzle, same fuzzy fur coating his entire body. Matt grabbed his friend and shook him, snapping him out of whatever trance-like state he was in. "Matt? What the..." Jake groaned, looking first at the concerned otter and then his own body. Despite a totally flabbergasted expression, he didn't panic.
"My head feels so foggy," Jake said. "I think I'm fine but, uhm," he stopped mid-sentence as he suddenly noticed he was not only naked, but incredibly aroused - and that strange fleshy thing jutting out from his crotch was rubbing into Matt as he moved to check his friend's breathing and pulse. He groaned, blushing again, the thick fur of Matt's body tickling his alien maleness in all the right ways. He couldn't resist the urge to grind his hips upward and into it more.
Ollie was watching both 'otters', totally paralysed by what he witnessed. Both of his friends were totally erect, their similar, animalistic penises glistening in the faint light. With nothing but animalistic grunts and moans, they started rubbing into each other too. But... they weren't gay. Both Matt and Jake were straight, Ollie knew, but it was hard to not think otherwise as they rolled over and Jake sat on top of the other otter, breathing heavily. Matt wrapped his paw(?) around both of their erections, rubbing up and down over the firm flesh.
Ollie felt dizzy just from the scent permeating the room. A musky scent combined with the fishy odour of the water, the sight of the two animals going at it not helping at all. He realized he was getting hard too, his cock tenting his trunks. Then he realized, as he started losing his balance, he was standing in the same stuff his friends had showered in. Fuck. he thought as his kneels buckled.
The darkness around him suddenly looked only like a slight haze. The arousal was incredible but the feeling of weakness washing over him kept him from noticing it. He felt an irresistible urge to roll around in the strange liquid under him, and he gave into it, letting his body sink onto the floor. Each inch of his skin felt hot and sensitive as the wetness coated it, and Ollie started rubbing himself against it, weakly smearing it onto himself - on his face, neck, chest, and on his crotch. He wriggled out of his now very uncomfortable swimming trunks, finding himself masturbating to the rhythm of his friends' husky moans as they pleasured each other, until a searing pain shot through his body.
Both Matt and Jake stopped what they were doing and scrambled over to Ollie when they heard him yelp. "It'll be alright, man, breathe..." one of them said, trying to comfort him. Ollie only heard the voice from somewhere far beyond, he felt like his bones were twisting and rearranging themselves. He felt as if his fingers were melting together, and he felt what he vaguely realized was a tail - an otter tail, he thought to himself - growing from his back. The whole ordeal took maybe a minute, but it was painful enough to feel like hours. Mercifully, he blacked out as he felt his face start 'stretching' into a muzzle.
Ollie dreamt of fish during his brief respite. Big, juicy fish that he was chasing underwater with impossible agility.
Jake quickly shook him awake. The first thing he saw were two big otter eyes staring down into his. That surprised him. The first thing he heard, in turn, was even more surprising, because he was the one saying it. The words were, "Wow, you're cute," and it was his time to blush, both of his friends chuckling. "Yeah," Matt replied. "You too," he said, a smirk on his face as Ollie's eyes went wide realizing he had two erections resting on his body, one against his shoulder and the other against his leg. "What... what are you two doing?" he managed to stammer.
"Sorry, Ollie, you're just too damn cute," came Matt's voice from the side of his legs. "W- what, don't..." Ollie started to protest, but his protests quickly turned into groans when Matt started rubbing his rigid cock, pumping his webbed paw up and down on the slick, distinctly inhuman length. His jaw fell open in a moan, and he felt Jake's erection rub against his nose. "Shh, don't fight it," the otter said, gently easing the tip of his wet cock towards Ollie's mouth. "Lick it, you're going to love how it feels..." he continued to goad his friend, who was too lost in the strange pleasure to resist. It wasn't gay though, he kept telling himself. At least he'd make that exception for otters from now on.
He extended his tongue and let it touch the luscious ottercock in front of him. It tasted salty, a bit tangy, a bit fishy - but also like arousal. If sexuality had a taste, the fleshy thing he was licking was exactly it. He lapped it again, with more contact this time, taking his time to drag his tongue along the whole thing. "Yeah, that's it..." groaned Jake. "Now, wrap your lips around it, you slut."
The coarse language only served to excite Ollie more in this state of mind, and he did just that, giving fully into his desire. He let Jake guide that very male arousal into his wet mouth, and closed his lips around it, just as instructed. As if it was totally natural, he began to suck on it too, with confusing eagerness. Jake began making small thrusts into the wetness of his friend's muzzle, grunting loudly each time Ollie licked the underside, the tip, or pretty much any part of it. In short, he was groaning like no tomorrow, and the servicing otter felt that the sound his friend made as he pleased him was precisely the praise he always wanted. It just felt too right to doubt.
He could feel Matt shifting somewhere behind Jake's body, and while he couldn't see it, there was no mistaking what he was doing. His lower body was hoisted up into the air by his friend, and his bare ass left completely exposed. He felt embarrassed, even ashamed, but let Matt proceed, gasping around the twitching cock in his mouth when something hot and slick was pressed against his most private area, sending shivers through his whole limp body. Maybe Ollie could have resisted, but he let it happen. He heard the dominant otter spit onto his ass, rubbing the saliva around his sphincter with the tip of his cock, constantly pushing harder. For a few seconds, Ollie thought he was simply too tight to get fucked, and felt some sort of relief, but then, under his friend's weight, his tense ring of muscle parted and that incredibly hot maleness popped into him. There was some pain but it was nothing compared to the amount of pleasure being taken like that was sent surging through his whole conscious self, making his own erection spasm in the air.
"This must be how girls feel, when..." he thought for a short moment, but then his friend simultaneously sunk deeper into him and started stroking his cock again, reducing all conscious thoughts into a mindless mess of animalistic pleasure. He yelped, he whined, he moaned, all while sucking Jake's cock like his life depended on keeping the pulsing length in his mouth.
"Take it..." Matt whispered as he hilted into him, luxuriating for a second in the tight warmth of his insides. Then he started rutting him as if Ollie was nothing but a bitch in heat. He certainly didn't mind being one right now.
It didn't take long until all three otters were groaning and panting, nearing their respective climaxes. With one paw rubbing Ollie's new, soft headfur, Jake reached his point of no return first. Ollie's eyes went wide when he realized what was going to happen as he heard his friend almost growl, the cock in his mouth swelling and twitching, but other than a feeble effort to pull off he couldn't do anything. With a final thrust that almost made Ollie choke, Jake came, his hot and sticky cum shooting into Ollie's mouth. He eagerly swallowed the thick, virile seed, the feeling of gulp after gulp of the stringy and musky stuff sliding down his throat and into his belly pushing himself over the edge.
"Cum for me, slutboy," Matt goaded him. "Let yourself go..."
Not that the words were necessary. With a squeal from his semen-covered muzzle he came all over his belly and Jake's back where he was sitting, shooting what felt like gallons of his wet otterseed, his body twitching and spasming uncontrollably. Matt kept stroking his erupting maleness throughout the whole thing, but feeling Ollie's already too tight ass clench around him was the final straw for his building arousal. With a loud grunt, he hilted himself into his friend, tail thumping excitedly into the ground as rope after rope filled his belly, some leaking out but most of it staying deep where it belonged.
Ollie was in a state of total euphoria, feeling that strange but overwhelming warmth fill him. He didn't resist in the slightest, but let Matt fill him up. He knew instantly that he'd want to do this again, too. Even when he was so full of the otter's seed that his belly was a bit distended, he wanted more, trying his hardest to milk out even the last drops of cum that he had to offer.
Finally, the otters collapsed into a sweaty, cum-covered furpile, panting like no tomorrow. As his mind slowly returned, he was more than a little ashamed by the realization that he was literally drenched in cum, the fact that he had been fucked by his two best friends, who were of the same gender as himself despite not being gay, and the massive orgasm he had earlier - though the three had more things to worry about, such as "How are we ever going to get this stuff out of our fur?", "How are we going to explain suddenly looking like fables come alive to everyone?" and perhaps the most pressing one, "When can we do this again?"
All three agreed the lesser problems could wait.
Copyright, etc, Night-cloaked Hunter / Cinos, 2010. Comments welcome.