The Little Otter
Back from the dead, I return to SoFurry with a short story I whipped up on the fly! It was originally supposed to be something silly and brief, maybe a few quick paragraphs, but the words just kept flowing, and before I realised it I had myself a steamy little shortstack of a story! Just the thing for these cozy winter nights.
Once upon a time, there was a naughty little otter who wouldn't go to bed!
"I'm not tiiiired!", she whined, the bags under her eyes saying otherwise. "There's still so much left to do today!"
Now even though this otter was an adult, she rarely acted like one, preferring to stay up all night and bounce and play rather than go to sleep at a reasonable hour. But her companion was crafty and clever; he knew of one surefire method that never failed to tucker out even the most rambunctious of rudderbutts.
"Well then, my dear, if you don't want to sleep, I won't make you," he relented. "But it's far too late to be running around all willy-nilly; you might wake the neighbours! So instead, won't you come sit down with me for a bit and unwind a little? You can sit right here in my lap, all cozy and snug. I'll even make some tea."
And so, while the little otter made herself comfy on the big chair by the fire, her companion busied himself with the tea. He always kept a kettle on a low simmer on these chilly winter nights, so it took only a short while for the pot to whistle. He returned a few minutes later, two steaming mugs in hand, offering the smaller to the still-wiggly otter, who stood to make room for him on the chair before plonking her ruddery tail right back down in his lap like a throne.
"This tea is really good!" she exclaimed. "It's so rich and creamy, what's in it?"
"It's a very special milk tea I make on very special occasions," he replied. "I use hibiscus leaves, a pinch of sugar, and a few splashes of milk and cream to help it go down nice and smooth. Drink up!"
And so she did; downing her beverage with almost-alarming speed, still just as hyperactive as ever. Her companion finished his mug not long after, noting that her bouncing had subsided, replaced by an altogether-different kind of wriggling, the little otter rubbing her thighs together subconsciously and panting slightly.
"Something wrong, my dear?" he asked; his voice a tone of concern.
"I'm okay... I think. Just a little bit warm," she answered, looking rather toasty indeed, her face aflush and her panting noticeably heavier. Without thinking much of it, she started to shed her layers of warm clothing in an attempt to cool off.
It wasn't long at all until she was down to just her modest brassiere, the little otter having long-since forsaken the very notion of wearing underpants even on the coldest of days. This was fortunate; for she seemed to be sweating even between her legs, soaking into her companions trousers. So troubled was she by this rapid increase in temperature that she didn't even realise the effect she was having on him; the constant squirming around in his lap left the fabric of his trousers stretched taut, barely containing his arousal.
It wasn't until the last vestiges of clothing had flown off that she breathed a sigh of relief; only to immediately gasp in shock and pleasure as the front of her companion's tented trousers twitched involuntarily beneath her, wedging itself rather comfortably between her folds. Subconsciously she began to rock her hips back and forth, grinding against the smooth fabric. Her companion, equal parts amused and aroused by this, decided to help the little otter out a bit, his arms snaking around to cup her modest bosom, fingers rubbing and teasing the pert, pink nubs of her exposed nipples, tracing circles around them before pinching and twisting gently. This sent a shiver down the little otter's spine and elicited a sharp gasp, followed by a soft, breathy moan.
"What are... you... doing?" the little otter asked between breaths, still grinding away at the lap beneath her. "D-don't..."
"Don't? Don't what?" her companion replied, his baritone voice low and smoky in her ear, hands still working her nipples. "I'm just helping you to relax. You're still so wound up!"
"D-don't.... stop," she gasped, as the tent she rode twitched again, causing its point to slip free from her folds and tickle her now-exposed clitoris, the once seemingly-smooth fabric suddenly feeling rather coarse, every individual stitch now identifiable as it ground against her love button, sending a new surge of pleasure through her body.
But her companion did stop, against her wishes, earning him a very cross look from the little otter. He smiled inwardly to himself, amused by how something so small and cute could look so angry and fierce. Before she could say anything, however, he hoisted her up and reached a hand between them to unfasten his trousers, opening their front and freeing his hardening member from their confines. The turgid flesh sprang forth and stood tall and proud at nearly eight inches, twitching and throbbing in the relatively-cool air, tiny spurts of pre-ejaculate flowing freely and coating the tip so that it glistened in the warm light cast by the fire.
A look of dawning comprehension crossed the little otter's face, followed by lust and finally by mild concern; she had never had something that big inside her before! Sure, she played with a few toys now and then, and even brought a cute boy home once or twice, but none of them were quite this big! And yet... there was a part of her, deep inside, that felt... excited? Eager? It was hard to tell, but that sensation was growing quickly as she felt herself being lowered back down.
"W-wait!" She cried out, her dew-laden folds a mere inch from the throbbing tip beneath her. Her companion halted at once; his face that of genuine worry.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"I.... I don't know," she replied.
"I want to do this, but..."
"But?"
"But I'm just... nervous. I've never..." she trailed off.
"Never done this before?" he asked. "N-no, no, I have! But... you're just... a little--" she broke off again, face redder than the embers of the diminishing fire.
"I'm just... little?" he replied, ears back and expression bemused.
"No! You're actually... kind of... big," she finally managed to eke out. "Bigger than anything I've taken before. I'm worried it'll hurt."
A reassuring smile warmed her companion's face, erasing all worry that was there before. He spun the little otter around in his arms so as to look into her eyes. He leaned in and pressed his lips against hers, silencing her nervous muttering. She melted into the kiss, eyes fluttering shut while she enjoyed the gentle dance of their tongues. Reluctantly, he broke apart so he could speak again.
"Shhh....", he cooed reassuringly. "We'll take it easy and go slow, one little bit at a time. And if it ever gets to be too much, you just tell me and we'll stop right away, okay?"
She bit her lip hesitantly, before swallowing the lump in her throat and taking a deep breath. "O-okay."
Ever so gently, and trembling with nerves the whole time, the little otter lowered herself back down onto the still-rigid member, its slickened tip slipping between her glistening folds with ease. Slowly, inch by inch, she felt her companion's throbbing member fill her like she'd never felt before, the walls of her passage spreading open to accommodate the new intrusion. Finally, just when she thought she couldn't take any more, her rear made contact with her companion's thighs and she let out the breath she didn't realise she had been holding. She looked down and saw that they were joined together perfectly, her hips snug and flush against his. A nervous giggle escaped her.
"Whoa... I guess I was wrong, heh."
"So it would seem."
"I feel so... full."
"Well, like I said, just take it easy until you--" his words were cut short when she picked herself up until only his tip remained inside her, and then sank right back down with surprising speed, causing her to grunt in slight discomfort as she was split wide open again.
"Until you're accustomed to having me inside you," he finished, shaking his head in mild exasperation. "Are you okay?"
"Y-yeah... ow. I'm okay; I just... didn't think that through," she groaned. "Let's try that again."
With renewed caution, the little otter lifted herself back up again and lowered herself down, pausing between movements to give herself time to acclimate. Something in the back of her mind told her that this just felt... right, like it was something that was always meant to happen. Before long, she had worked herself into a steady rhythm, bouncing up and down faster and faster, reclaiming some of the manic energy she had earlier in the evening, her companion content to just relax and let her do her thing, keeping his hands occupied by continuing to play with her breasts while she went to town on his lap. Altogether too soon, however, she began to slow down, breathing growing heavy as her legs began to tremble and shake beneath her.
"Running out of steam?" her companion asked, noticing how much harder it was for her to keep going, despite the unsatisfied look on her face.
"Y-yeah," she panted, coming to a stop and catching her breath on his lap. "But I'm not done yet!"
"Let me take it from here, then," he replied, standing up from the chair with her still in his lap, holding her firmly in place as he walked into the candlelit bedroom, pulling out just long enough to set her gently onto her back on the edge of the violet satin covers of his four-poster. The mattress sat just high enough that he needed only bend his knees slightly to realign with her, sliding right back home where he belonged.
He leaned in close to lock lips with her again, their tongues adance with passion even as he began thrusting anew, the slight curvature of his length allowing his tip to grind right against the rough tissue of her g-spot with every movement, the coarse, carefully-trimmed fur surrounding his sheath gently tickling her clit each time their hips met.
And so it continued for what felt like a lifetime of pleasure, the bed-frame gently creaking each time the little otter's companion slammed into her, a rhythmic cadence to accompany their passionate lovemaking as the candles melted away, the gentle, flickering light dimming by the minute, their mutual pleasure climbing evermore. Finally, when the candles were nearly reduced to stubs, the little otter shakily breathed those few magic words that almost broke her companion's resolve on the spot.
"D--don't stop now," she said between ragged breaths. "Keep g-going. I'm so close..."
"Me too," her companion replied, breathing just as hard. "Do you want me to....?" His question trailed off as his member throbbed in warning, sending a surge of pleasure up his spine.
"N-no! Keep going!" she replied, eyes screwed shut as she focused almost solely on the sensations within. "Do it... inside..."
Alarm bells rang inside her companion's head at these words, stifled almost immediately by a more primal voice that told him to keep going, to sow his seed deep within the little otter, to claim her before the very gods themselves. He wrestled with himself for a moment before reason took hold again.
"A-are you... sure?" he asked, hesitating for the first time that evening. "What if I... you know--"
"It's okay. I'm safe today," she cut him off with a reassuring but firm voice, looking him dead in the eye. "Now shut up and keep going, and don't you dare stop until you finish inside me."
Her companion couldn't have argued if he'd wanted to, for just as she said those very words, he felt the beginning of that final buildup of pressure within. Knowing that he was already past the point of no return, he sped up until his hips were almost a blur before slamming home one last time, burying himself as deep as possible inside the little otter just as the first wave of sticky, virile seed exploded from his tip. Surges of pleasure wracked his body as his climax overcame him, pumping out another several strands of his essence to paint the inner walls of her passage a pearlescent white.
The little otter gasped as she felt her companion begin to throb inside her, followed by a warmth that quickly spread throughout her passage, driving her over the edge of her own climax. Her passage, already stretched wide from her companion's girth, clamped down on the pulsating member with a nearly-vicelike grip before rippling down its length as though milking him for every drop he had, the motions in turn serving to prolong his orgasm.
When at last their climaxes had finally died down and the last aftershocks had ebbed away, the little otter opened her aqua-coloured eyes to meet her companion's stormy-blue gaze, alit with warmth and affection even without the illumination of the long-extinguished candles.
"That was... fun," she panted, still catching her breath, struggling to keep her eyes open as she was rather suddenly overcome with exhaustion.
"Very," was all her companion could say as he too felt immense fatigue catching up to him. "L-let's go... again," she said softly, trying in vain to fight her sleepiness.
"Later," he replied, picking her up and climbing onto the opposite side of the bed where the sheets remained cool, his softening member still buried deep inside her warm passage as he spun her around so her back was facing him, curling up around her in a gentle spoon. "For now, my dear, just rest."
The little otter's only response was to shuffle backwards, pressing deeper into the embrace as she drifted off to sleep. Her slow, steady breathing brought a warm, adoring smile to her companion's face as he too surrendered himself to sleep.