House Warming
"House Warming" a story commission by Base for Johnyblanco
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As usual, the weather in Pasadena was nice - warm, sunny and somewhere in the low eighties. Given this and the proximity to his destination, Savannah the hyena chose to walk that morning. The damp morning air was a little too thick with the scents of the streets and passersby, but not unpleasant. Such was a part of life for one with the nose of a hyena. Google Maps estimated the morning walk to last almost two hours, but Savannah was in no hurry. He knew there was work ahead of him, but also a chance for fun and relaxation. Besides, given his destination, worries of returning were naught. Brian, his lutrine best friend, had asked Savannah help him move into a new apartment and promised to drive the hyena back home when the work was finished.
There was no rush, as Brian told the hyena there was little in the way of heavy items and most of the otter's most urgently needed possessions could fit in his car. Savannah was "needed" to help set up and organize the lot. A smile split Savannah's muzzle as he imagined the objects he was asked to help with. Given his and Brian's fondness for most things air-filled, the furniture and other materiel were almost certainly inflatable. One of the side benefits to such an affinity is that on moving day things like beds, chairs, "friends" and decorations could be deflated and folded into boxes. In truth, there was no need for the pretense of assistance when Brian originally called the hyena. Savannah knew his friend very well and even though he adopted the air of aiding a moving pal for the conversation, the hyena was fully aware his presence was only sought to christen the new stead.
Savannah's gate shifted momentarily as these thoughts passed through his mind. They were pleasant, but walking while his flushing shaft rubbed on his zipper was less so. Looking around, Savannah discreetly shifted his over-eager flesh mid-stride, angling away from his zipper and towards his right hip. Easy, boy, he thought. Brian will take care of this. His thoughts briefly shifted to the box under his right arm, a drop of precum oozed into his hip fur. He allowed himself a little whine under his breath and tried to focus on other things when his cell phone vibrated and began blaring an upbeat Indy mix of Nina Hagen's "99 Luft Balloons." He shifted the box under his left arm and pressed the 'accept' button.
"Hello?"
"Hey. Where are you?" The otter's voice dripped with impatience but not so much as to be openly rude. "You said you left your house over an hour and a half ago. Is everything okay?"
That incorrigible otter, his concern was as transparent as pool water. "Everything is fine. The day is nice and your new place so much closer that I decided to walk it," the hyena replied. "Besides, I had to stop by the post office and pick up your house-warming gift."
"Yeah?" This time the otter's voice had an additional hint of eagerness. Brian was accustomed to the hyena's gifts always being fun and for one purpose. Savannah chuckled as he imagined his friend's thick, brown rudder waving with anticipation behind Brian's firm, fit rear. "Well... I would have appreciated a phone call. My car is empty and I've started putting dishes and stuff away."
Brian left this too open for Savannah to let slide. "Oh, really? Then if you won't need me, I'll head by and check the place out later. I think there's a theater nearby and I am dying to see the new Zahn flick. It's supposed to be hilarious!"
As if on cue Savannah's headset projected a very loud and abrupt bark. Brain was upset; Savannah tried not to chuckle too loudly. "You said you were coming by now!" Savannah loved getting this reaction from his friend. The hostility wasn't so much anger as it was Brian's frustration at the thought of sex and play being yanked away from him. "I need help with the other things. I have a new bed and chairs, and they are too much for me alone." This last part had an obvious whine of desperation. Brain was determined to maintain his moving pretext.
Savannah held the phone away from his ear as he stifled a laugh. "Yes, love. I promised and I will come by right now." The phone was silent. Now Savannah was imagining his friend's blush visible through the chocolate fur of his cheeks at the unexpected term of endearment.
"Thank you," Brian sounded muted and shy. Try as he might, the otter's feelings for the hyena were developing into more than just camaraderie and lust, and this was becoming more evident as time passed. However Brian was not ready to admit it so, even to himself. Savannah was content to toy with Brian's developing emotions here and there. He was very fond of the otter, but he did not desire a titled relationship deeper than "friends" just yet. A moment passed; Savannah smiled while Brian regained his composure. "Um... well, I will get things laid out about where I want them. Would you bring over some soda too? I forgot to grab some on my way here."
"No problem." Savannah's brow lifted. Brian did not make one of his usual and often profane comments about his discomfort with terms of endearment.
"Thanks. Oh, and don't call me 'love,' asshole."
There it was! Savannah laughed and shook his head. "I'll be there in thirty. See ya'!"
"Later." The phone beeped as the call ended. Savannah slipped his phone back into his pocket and increased his pace slightly. Since they had introduced sex into their relationship, Savannah had kept Brian metaphorically wrapped around his finger, and to be honest, he fit there well.
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Upon entering the parking lot of Brian's new complex, Savannah saw the feature that had mostly likely determined Brian's choice of apartments: the over-sized swimming pool. The sign in front boasted the complex's aim to cater to aquatic species, and as such the pool was the prominent feature. Savannah stopped by the large annex of the building and took a look through the glass window. The pool was roughly the size of those used for the Olympics. Markings showed depths from three feet to twenty and there were partitioning walls in some areas that looked as though they were meant to create semi-private areas for couples, friends and families. There were two diving boards and a respectable slide. Pool toys littered concrete near a stack of rugs marked, "Drying mats." The toys looked fun and Savannah imagined enjoying some with his friend. Of course, the hyena kept his thoughts oriented towards the more innocent and intended uses, but he did see a couple toys he might look for in a store to add to his home collection, namely a set of water wings shaped like fox heads. There was a station on the opposite wall, by the locker rooms, which read, "Roof controls. Please ask for assistance." Looking above the sign, Savannah noticed that the massive roof was paneled and designed to open and allow in sun and fresh air. Nice touch, thought Savannah. Overall, the pool looked very inviting and Savannah new it would be a common destination for him and Brian.
On the side closest to Savannah, a tall, middle-aged sea otter was testing the water's contamination levels. Savannah knocked on the door to get his attention. The otter looked back at the hyena and held up one webbed digit. After quickly matching the collected water sample to a card of colors and numbers and nodding at the results, the otter put his equipment down and walked over to the door. His smile, like all otters', was playful and contagious. Savannah couldn't help returning it as the door opened. "Good morning!" Said the otter. "Are you visiting or interested in looking at the apartments?"
The otter's cheery demeanor caused Savannah's tail to wag a little as he replied. "I am visiting my friend; he's moving in today."
"Ah, that'll be the otter in 14C," said the older otter, nodding knowingly then stepped out the door and pointed across the parking lot. "He'll be right there, third floor above the office." Smiling at Savannah and bubbling with amiable courtesy, the otter continued, "We had a big party here last night, so the pool is closed until I can make sure water, walking areas and locker rooms are safe and clean. It should be open within the hour. You are welcome to join your friend here. Just stop by the office and I will get you a pass, Mister..."
"Savannah," the hyena picked up the sentence. "Just Savannah. I'm sure we'll make our way down here at some point." Savannah nodded toward the stack of pool toys. "Nice toys."
The otter followed Savannah's gaze and nodded. "Yeah," he said. "The owners of the building drop off a new batch every couple months for the tenants."
"Oh? What happens with the old ones? Are they sold, donated, scrapped?"
The otter scratched his chin. "We just toss most of them into the trash. No reason to sell them, and I don't know of too many places that take them as donations." He shrugged. "But if you know of a place or person that wants them, then stop by on the 5th with your friend and I'll let you two have grab some before they're replaced."
"Sounds great!" Savannah's ears perked as he made a quick mental note to tell Brain about the toys. He proffered his paw to the helpful otter. "Thank you. I will let him know."
"Good to hear. I'm Kevin and if you need anything, please ask." The two shook hands then Savannah headed toward the indicated side of the complex.
Savannah knocked on the door marked with a large, blue "14C" and was answered by a yell from inside, "Hang on!" The hyena passed the time waiting by looking over the rail. Brian had a nice view. Granted, it looked out over a congested cityscape, but the houses and complexes fit well together and were pleasant to the eye. Additionally, Savannah noticed, one could see into the pool's windows and view the spot where the pool toys were kept. He was admiring this last point when the door opened, revealing his shirtless otter friend. "Holy crap! Walk slow enough?"
The hyena just growled at his friend and pushed inside. "I made it, and it's still before noon like I promised," Savannah answered. He noticed his friend's attention was curiously locked on the small Priority Mail box tucked under his arm. Savannah chose not to acknowledge the otter's curiosity and set the box on the breakfast bar then headed into the kitchen to put the two-liter generic cola in the fridge. "So, what do you need me for?"
Brian picked up the box and rolled it in his paws, trying to guess the contents by the size, weight and dull thud it made. He put it down and answered his friend, "Well, not much now. I got here early and put away most of the solid stuff." A nod from the otter directed Savannah's gaze to a small stack of boxes in the living room. "I just need help setting up the furniture."
Savannah smiled and his left ear twitched. "You mean you need help blowing it up, don't you?" The otter's reply was a playful, knowing smile. "I suppose I can help with that. Oh! By the way, Kevin, I think he's the manager, said they throw out the pool toys every so often and we can have our pick of the lot."
Brian's rudder waved and his eyes widened as he smiled. "That's cool! Did you happen to see anything good?"
"There was a set of fox-head water wings that caught my eye."
"That sounds nice. Maybe we can go swimming after we finish here and check out the collection." Brian's excitement was hard to hide.
"Just make sure you don't get too excited while riffling through the pile. That is a public pool with windows, after all." Savannah chuckled.
"Shut up."
Brian showed Savannah around the apartment. It was a charming one-bedroom. The kitchen was separated from the left of the living room by a breakfast bar and two doorways off to the right side marked the bedroom and the bathroom. Savannah took a quick look in each. Aside from the stack of boxes, the living room had one blue inflated pool mat, a television waiting to be mounted on the wall, a table, and pool toys scattered around the floor. There were also a couple unopened boxes with inflatable chair. It was evident this was going to become Brian's special inflatable retreat.
The bathroom was nothing remarkable aside from the shower which used the entire ceiling above it as the nozzle. This was common for aquatics as it simulated rain and kept their bodies completely covered with water when they washed. The bedroom had a curtain of beads for the door, and inside Savannah found a deflated air mattress and some more toys. Of note, he saw the box of an inflatable otter-shaped pool toy, a previous gift from the hyena and one that had seen a lot of use by the two boys outside of Savannah's the pool. "Well, that's the casba," Brian exclaimed. "Let's get started!" The smile across the otter's face was almost obscene.
They started into the bedroom, Savannah following Brian and his eyes ogling his lithe, rich brown friend. Brian was only wearing a pair of baggy khaki swim trunks, a pair Savannah had seen slide up and down the otter's round rump many times, several times with the hyena's paws. Savannah never got tired of watching Brian move. The otter sat on the bottom-right corner of the deflated bed, which was more of an over-sized pool toy. The usual fabric top found on most inflatable beds was not present. Instead, the entire mattress was made of smooth, thin vinyl. Between his knees were two one-way valves, one was small and meant for use with a muzzle whenever the bed needed topping off. The other valve was wide and obviously meant for a pump, of which one was sitting on a box by the wall, plugged in and ready to go if needed. "Let's take turns filling this," the otter stated. At that prospect, both tails twitched happily. "You first."
It was obvious that Brian wasn't planning on moving. Not a problem as the air would move around his body. It also provided Savannah with a good view of his friend. Brian leaned back and propped himself up with his arms as the hyena got on all fours. Savannah uttered a pleased and playful growl as he lowered his head between his friend's chocolate thighs. He took his time grabbing the little valve and placing it between his lips. The mattress crinkled with every movement and the scent was that of fresh plastic. Inhaling deeply, Savannah breathed in a deep whiff of air mixed with scents of plastic and otter musk. He shivered slightly; those must be the two best scents in the world. Savanna wet his lips and licked the nozzle. Sealing his muzzle around the little plastic airway, he slowly released all his air into the mattress.
There was a long, loud hiss as he air found paths in the wrinkled mattress. This combined with a whining chirr from the otter above. Savannah found this combination, like that of the scents completely intoxicating. He took in another breath heavy with otter and plastic scent through his nose, held it then pushed it into the mattress. Obviously, there was no measurable amount of inflation, but as Savannah continued, the hissing became hollower. Brian too seemed to inflate with each breath. As Savannah blew into the vinyl mat, he kept his eyes riveted between the two-toned thighs of his friend. It did not take long before the loose, khaki swim shorts were tented by rigid otter flesh. For one of his stature, Brian was well-endowed, and the strain on the shorts was proving that fact. More air rushed into Savannah's lungs through his nose then out again through his lips. The mattress' folds slowly eased away and at the same time a dark, wet patch soaked though the apex of the khaki tent.
Brian moaned and chirred at the sound of Savannah's breaths, the hisses of air through the mattress, and the feel of air moving under him. The position chosen by the otter allowed him to look down at a splendid view: past the peaked crotch of his shorts he saw his hyena friend. Brian's cock blocked the view of both eyes, but that only added to the allure. Savannah's gaze was enthralling. Brian watched as his friend's deep dark eyes ritually shifted from locking eyes with him, down to the otter's groin, further down to the mattress and then back up along the same path. The otter's left paw gripped the top of his tent and rubbed it firmly. The mesh of his swim trunks teased the otter as it stroked along his sensitive head and slit. Precum flowed into the fabric. The mattress, meanwhile finally began to fill noticeably.
Savannah's chest was beginning to burn with effort, but every moment was pleasure. The mattress inflated and his partner was obviously going wild with excitement. The hyena felt his own pants tightening almost painfully, mimicking the writhing otter shorts in front of him. Savanna was wearing a bright blue Volcom shirt and baggy cargo shorts. Though, as time passed and the mattress filled with air, the shirt quickly became too hot and the shorts served to harness his shaft. He reached his right paw between his legs and pulled his zipper down. His thick shaft practically sprung out as if loaded by a spring. Savannah let out a relieved sigh and returned to blowing into the little plastic nozzle. Savannah's right paw remained below his belt, gripping his shaft tightly and stroking its length from hilt to his tip. Each time his paw reached the tip of his cock, it was wet with pre. Here Savannah squeezed more firmly and rotated his paw, stimulating his sensitive head with his paw pads. By now the mattress, though nowhere near full, was starting to smooth out with air. Suddenly, Brian's paws gripped the hyena's head.
"It's... my turn," the otter had caught scent of Savannah's arousal. The hyena smiled and growled lustfully as he felt his shorts being pulled down by Brian's foot paws. Savannah kneeled up and gave the otter's chest a lurid lick between his pecs. The two furs rotated, Savannah taking his place on the corner of the faintly-filled air mattress. Brian kneeled on all fours, but rather than close his muzzle around the plastic nozzle, he pressed down on Savannah's tip. The hyena gasped as his slickened shaft forced the otter's beige lips apart. Brian sank down on Savannah's shaft and chirred hungrily as his right paw cupped the hyena's balls which were stiff with anticipation and a built load.
Savannah closed his eyes, letting out a long, contended sigh. "Oh, that feels good." His tail's wagging across the plastic caused the air to ring out with crinkles. "What about the mattress?" Even with his member buried in the otter's hot muzzle and being stroked by a skilled tongue, it was impossible for Savannah to let a perfectly good inflatable remain mostly empty. Brian's eyes locked with Savannah's as the lutrine suckler slowly slid his tongue and lips up the hyena's solid shaft.
A quiet yip escaped Savannah's throat as Brian gave his tip the gentlest of nips upon releasing his pride. Without saying a word, Brian's paw shifted from the hyena's sack and clipped the pump end into the larger one-way valve between Savannah's legs. A flick of the switch and the pump went to work. Its motor produced a quiet, steady hum and Savannah immediately felt the rush of air pass under and around his rump. Brian gave his friend a long, firm lick, lifting Savannah's left testicle then letting his fall as his tongue continued up the shaft to the head and lapping off a globule of thick precum from the hyena's slit. With a gasp, Savannah let himself fall back on the mattress. This was perfect! Brian's focus was on the hyena's sack and as the hyena felt his testicles engulfed one than the next, he heard the hollow echo of air passing under him. His paws gripped the mattress, but as air filled the object, his fingers lost their purchase. The red vinyl squeaked out as if in its own ecstasy as Savannah searched for a grip. Brian's right paw stroked the hyena's shaft, spreading the dripping precum along the flesh. It didn't take long for Savannah to feel his body lifted by the air filling the mattress, and his whole body tingled. The otter knew Savannah well enough to keep the hyena from cumming until desired, and for now, Brian was interested in building his friend's arousal at least until the bed was filled with air.
Before too long, Savannah received a respite from the delicious torture of Brain's paw and muzzle. The mattress had filled to capacity, leaving the hyena raised on a firm pillow of cool, lustrous plastic. The motor to the pump shut off automatically when no more air could fit through the one-way valve, signaling Brian to let off his friend's sack. Savannah panted and growled with arousal, thankful for the short break as Brian detached the pump and screwed the cap on the valve. A well-trained muzzle is a thing of beauty, but years of play had schooled the otter to bring Savannah to an agonizing plateau.
Savannah grinned and sneered heatedly as he watched his friend slowly remove the wet, khaki trunks. The mattress squeaked as the hyena shifted further onto the plastic field. Giving the wet shaft one more lick, Brian crawled up onto the red plastic air mattress and straddled his friend's body. The two exchanged huffs as Brian pressed down just enough for Savannah's precum to dab the lutrine tail hole. Savannah gripped the otter's hips and pulled him down. Brian's body clamped around the thick shaft as he slid onto it, his toes making the plastic squeak as they curled with pleasure. He was pushed down until he sat upon Savannah's steadily-growing knot. It can still fit, Savannah thought as he thrust up into the chirping otter. Brian's legs shook as his partner ground the wide knot of flesh under his tail. The hyena's hips rolled, coaxing the otter's tail hole into taking the tie. Savannah could feel Brian's tail hole slowly spread with each grinding thrust and he anticipated the marvelous feeling of popping into and locking with the lithe body above him. Savannah's toe pads slid along plastic and he growled. This is it, he thought. The hyena pressed up into his chirring friend, grinding while his paws pulled the narrow hips down toward him. He loved savoring the final pop before tying with the otter. Brian's tail hole spread, the otter yipped, and the knot was just about to pop inside when the doorbell rang.
Both furs stopped, their focus broken by the high-pitched buzz. Brian blushed and looked down at Savannah. "That's the pizza guy," he squeaked as he leaned forward and let Savannah slip out of him. The hard slab of hyena flesh dropped out with a wet slap onto Savannah's fur. The hyena stared in disbelief while Brian hurriedly put on his trunks. The doorbell rang again.
"You've got to be kidding me!" Savannah was dumbfounded.
"Sorry," responded Brian. "They said they were slammed and it would be over an hour. I thought we'd be done by now." He disappeared into the living room, calling back as the pizza guy pounded the door. "I'll be right back!"
Savannah growled and rolled over as he heard his cock-teasing companion fidget with the door. Unbelievable, he thought. I was almost tied! He was at the widest part of my knot! Conversation from the living room indicated Brian was looking for his money. Savannah lay panting, face-down and frustrated on the mattress. His shaft had slid in along one of the seams in the top of the mattress. Reflexively, he rolled his hips, sliding his dripping shaft along the glossy red vinyl, hoping the texture would bring him release. It felt amazing and the sound of his cock tugging at the texture wherever his pre had missed was alluring, but this didn't compare to behind locked inside Brian while hearing the otter chirp and bark. He ground along the plastic more firmly, clenching his teeth and sighing with frustration.
Back in the living room, the front door closed. Savannah rolled over and stood up beside the mattress. He looked down and grimaced; there was no way his knot would fit through Brian's tail hole now. He walked out into the living room and found his friend kneeling on the blue inflatable mat, chest on the ground by the foot end and his tail held off to the right. The fur around Brian's tail hole was soaked with Savannah's precum. Brian had removed his trunks again and whimpered. "Come back inside me and let's finish this." Savannah couldn't help but smile. He massaged his knot, but knew it was futile to try forcing the mass into the otter, and his knot wasn't going anywhere for at least 20 minutes.
"Let's try something else, Brian," Savannah said then walked to the breakfast bar. He picked up the package containing Brian's gift and opened it while the otter watched. Savannah smiled at the object before pulling it out into view. "Let's try this," he said. The toy was an eight-inch long replica wolf cock, complete with knot, with a bulb pump extending out of its base by a long, black tube. Savannah bought the toy after reading that its knot, normally two inches wide, could expand to a diameter of over four inches if fully inflated by the pump. Brian's tail twitched as the otter watched his friend walk over and sit behind him. Savannah chuckled, almost evilly; this knot would fit inside, tie with the otter and give the little jerk one hell of a sensation.
Savannah teased Brian's tail hole with the tip of the toy before pushing it inside. The activity in the other room had left the otter's tail hole flexible and soaked with hyena fluid, allowing the top two inches to slip in almost effortlessly. Brain huffed happily, feeling the slick silicone sink into him. His lower jaw shivered and he murred. The texture of the toy felt similar to the plastic of which his blue mat was made. As the swelling along the middle of the shaft stretched his tail hole further, Brian's murrs shifted to moans. Savannah looked on, biting his lip as he watched his lutrine friend lick the inflatable mat, hungry with pleasure. Finally, the knot pressed against Brain's tail hole, Savannah growled happily and pushed. The two-inch wide knot was smaller than his and popped into the small, brown body with a chirp from the otter. Once the knot was inside, Savannah let go of the base of the toy and gripped the pump in his right paw. He lifted Brian's head and sat in the inflated mat, his knees bent up and legs spread around the otter's shoulders.
Without hesitation Brian wrapped his right paw around Savannah's knot and his left under the hyena's sack. The otter angled the thick, aching shaft to his lips and looked up to Savannah as if waiting for approval. The hyena grinned. "You better make me cum this time," he said and gave the bulb two squeezes. Each squeeze elicited a yelp and immediate panting from the otter. Savannah leaned back, enjoying the squeaks and groans of his air-filled seat. He rubbed his left paw firmly along the mat behind him, causing squeals from the plastic that teased both he and his panting partner. One more squeeze to the bulb and one more whine from Brian and the otter pulled the hyena's drooling shaft into his mouth.
Once more Savannah found himself in the sultry Heaven of Brian's muzzle. The eager otter, spurred on by the pneumatic knot growing inside him put every bit of effort he could muster into stroking the hyena's rigid, ample shaft. With both arms propping him up, Savannah laid his head back as myriad utterances escaped his muzzle. His release neared rapidly, spurred on by the previous torment of Brian's muzzle and rump and by the texture under his pads. The hyena's powerful paws rubbed along the blue plastic with increasing pressure, sinking so deeply into the toy that Savannah would rub the floor momentarily before the elasticity of the mat pushed his paw back. Every other minute, Savannah gave the bulb in his right paw one or two squeezes. These were rigorously met with a yelp and heated chirr from Brian.
To the otter's credit, his soft, brown muzzle stroked the shaft rapidly, suckling firmly between exhausted huffs. Brian's left paw rolled the hyena's testicles, pulling them and rubbing the hardened orbs. His right paw, helped with saliva which had escaped his stretched muzzle, massaged and stroked the knot. Brian could hardly focus after a short while. His legs were shaking and his intestine burned incredibly from the strain of the inflated toy. Savannah's paw pumped more air into the knot, and the hyena's musk was becoming overpowering. Finally, the hyena climaxed.
Savannah let out a long, loud cry and gripped the mat with such ferocity that his claws almost punctured the plastic. Brian paused his suckling as several thick, pleasantly bitter ropes of cum splashed into his muzzle. The poor otter's need for air prevented Brian from sealing his lips around the hyena's shaft, and though most of the pungent seed pooled in his muzzle, enough ran down Savannah's member that the air became saturated with the scent. Savannah's orgasm was intense and sorely needed, but he had the presence of mind to remember his cumming did little to alleviate his friend's sweet agony. The hyena rolled over onto all fours, carefully carrying Brian under him. Just as the otter's back and head met the blue swim mat, Savannah felt the velvety lutrine tongue curl in a gulp, carrying the warm cream to Brian's stomach. It was only when all of his cum was secure in the otter's belly that that Savannah pulled from Brian's muzzle. The hyena shifted down between Brian's legs and eyed the now throbbing otter shaft.
Brian's mind and body were beyond ecstasy. The rich, spicy tang of hyena cum tingled down his gullet and his backside ached with intense euphoria. The otter had done well avoiding touching himself during the day's activities, but that only meant his climax had done nothing but build in his loins. Brian could feel the inflated knot's swollen mass under his tail and it felt as if he were the one filled with air, nearly bursting. Nothing had ever felt this extreme. He needed his release badly, and as he felt his friend's tongue slide up along the underside of his shaft, he knew that release was near.
Savannah's paw traded the bulb of the pump for the writhing otter's stretched sack. The intensity of the toy had pushed Brian to the edge. His testicles were pulled high and were as hard as the otter's shaft. This was not going to take long. Savannah rubbed the full, longing sack with one paw and pulled the ball. He then took throbbing otter member with the other. He closed his lips around the otter's hard, pulsing tip and suckled while his tongue slid around the sensitive ridge. Within moments Brian's back arched up. The otter let out ecstatic barks and writhed helplessly. The first ropes splashed powerfully against the back of Savannah's throat before the hyena pulled off. He closed his eyes and let his friend empty across his face. The cream was hot and silky, and the scent was invigorating. Both the otter and the hyena needed this.
Brian got out eight voluminous ropes before slowing to a dribble. His body ached as it clenched tightly around the air-filled knot. The otter huffed and panted loudly, his form still shaking as his paws found his hyena's head and rubbed the soft, pointed ears thankfully. Savannah had taken to the task of tenderly lapping up the remaining otter spunk as the thick, white goo drooled unhindered from Brian's body. The hyena hummed with contentment while Brain stroked his ears. He's had enough for now, Savannah thought. Without looking, he found the release valve for the toy and twisted the screw-lock cap. The apartment rang with the mixed sounds of otter moans and the hissing of escaping air. Savannah left the knot in and laid his head on Brian's tight, heaving stomach. The lovers remained nearly motionless in the afterglow.
After several long moments of relaxed silence, Brian spoke. "Do you want some pizza now?" said the otter.
Savannah's ears perked. It never ceased to amaze him how quickly Brian could move onto his next desire. The toy was still locked, albeit by a much smaller knot, in the otter's backside and cum across the hyena's face was still wet and even dripping onto Brian's tiny belly and already the otter was thinking about lunch. However, this quirk was one of Brian's traits that endeared him to the hyena. Savannah chuckled and replied, "Sure. What did you get?"
"Half Hawaiian with anchovies and half meat-lover's with tomato." Brian's belly groaned for the pie. Despite the size of the hyena load, it couldn't fill the void made when craving pizza.
"Sounds good." Savannah shifted up onto all fours. He put his left paw on Brian's damp tummy and used his right paw to tug the toy's base. The mock lupine knot popped out, causing Brian to bark, followed easily by the remaining inches. The hyena licked his lips at the sight of the toy slipping out of the brown rump. He laid the toy on the pool mat and helped his friend stand. It was cute watching the confusion and effort the otter put into trying to stand. The toy had definitely taken a toll.
Once the otter's legs decided to work, the two furs went into the kitchen. Savannah pulled the generic cola in the fridge while Brain set out two paper plates and a couple old Burger King commemorative cups. The first two slices and cups disappeared in silence, both furs still recovering from what had been nearly insane climaxes. Once again, Brian spoke first, "Thanks again for helping me." He looked onto the blue pool mat. "And thanks for the gift; it's awesome." Brian blushed slightly and winked.
"Anytime," replied Savannah as he served two more slices of pie. He looked out on the living room full of deflated pool toys and furniture. "We didn't get a lot done, though."
"That's why I asked you here early," Brian said with a wink. "We have plenty of time to make sure everything is set up perfectly." They glanced at each other and both friends felt a knowing twinge in their loins. "I hope you want to spend the night. The pool is great, even if it is only semi-private."
"I can't wait to try it," Savannah said while churning a big bite of pizza. He swallowed then grinned at the otter. "And of course I'm spending the night. It's a two-hour walk home and there's no way I'm making it when today's 'work' is done." That knowing twinge struck again, accompanied by grins from both males. "Besides, we didn't properly baptize your mattress."
Brian's small ears swiveled back with a blush. "Yeah... again, sorry about that."
"Bah, don't worry about it. It's sacrilege to stand up the pizza guy!" They laughed, raised their respective colas and tapped cups. Brian stretched then reached back to rub the base of his tail; it still ached. Savannah saw this and couldn't help a playful jibe. "Was I too rough on you, sweetheart?"
Brain tilted his head and glared at the hyena. "You're a dick."