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Lost & Found

~ Of Loss and Discovery

Warning! This owned by its author Twilyt Lunarfur, please do not use without my consent.

This story contains scenes, sexual descriptions, and language of an adult nature. This content is also, majority, gay orientated. All viewings are thereby at the reader's risk if they are below their country's age limit or breaking their country's laws by reading it.

Now that all the don't-steal-my-shit and you're-not-allowed-to-read-this nonsense has been dealt with, enjoy reading, I really hope you like it. But if you don't, STFU and move on. Any Positive or Constructive criticism is welcome.

Sayel woke with excitement moments before his alarm gave permission for him to be awake. He was on leave at last and finally got to spend time doing what he craved more than anything else... Swimming in the great waters.

For two years he had saved up to go on this trip, and swim the great lagoonal coral reefs around the volcanic island of Dikanti.

His naked form leaping off the hoverbed, he grabbed his swimming-skin briefs (which he had placed on the chair in the room, awaiting this moment, the night before) and began the process of tucking his small package into it, and getting his otter tail through the damn tight tail-hole.

Sayel was an all-round small boy, five-foot-high, with a, for lack of a better word, micro penis that was less than three inches. But, what this twenty-five-year-old otter lacked in stature he made up for in sheer will and life force, his brown red-ochre fur and light-caramel underfur were painted with tattoos of the aquatic realm, each one a souvenir of his adventures in the landmark rivers, lakes, and oceans of the world.

As he finally got himself comfortable in his "attire" the sheets of the bed began moving and the female silver fox began stretching.

"Good morning... ahhhhh...?" He stumbled, not remembering her name. Had they even given names?

She stretched and yawned, her breasts ever so slightly shifting with the movement. It was a light movement, however, Sayel, admiringly appreciated it. Smiling and staring into his bright emerald eyes with her glistening golden ones she responded, "We don't really need to exchange names, it wasn't needed for last night's exchanges. However, for social decency," she chuckled, "you can call me Shaileen."

"Sayel." He said, smiling a toothy grin at her.

She seductively moved to get off the bed, being certain to slowly show the glistening black lips of her beautiful dogina, before sliding her legs off the bed to touch the floor, her long fluffy tail swooshing behind her. Suddenly Sayel's briefs felt even tighter.

Swaying her hips in the most feminine, and seductive, way possible (he silently thought her a dancer... a goddess... a dancing celestial being), she reached him. Nearly a foot taller, she looked down. Those sexy god-damn eyes. Then gently she was touching, rubbing, teasing, his bulge.

"Not much down there to work with. But, you definitely know how to please a woman with this." She squeezed his package and he inhaled deeply, finding her maw covering his. His tongue dextrously moving and providing her with a warming pleasure.

She smelt of petals, and her warm breath filled him with lust and urge. His hands moved of their own volition and found their way into her warm moist cavern. She moaned into his kiss. Parting he began kissing down her chest, nipping her right breast, another moan, and moving down to her pleasure cup. Her hand-paws held his head firm and pushed him into it deeply. The room filled with moans and the scent of petals, musk, and sexual desire.

An hour later, with a muzzle covered in her delicious cum, and assuredly the whole island awakened by her many orgasmic screams, Sayel left his suite and headed to the beach.

The soft white sand, the rich aquamarine hued water and its salty smell, the white foaming waves and their rumbling melody, and him. Sayel was warmed by the morning sun however shivers ran through him.

Today he swam with the sharks and the other wild sea-life. No cages, no assistance, and NO stopping him. His friends all thought him insane, him, and these "dangerous" adventures that he went on, however the truth was that he could not bear to ignore the calling that pulled him to the water, and to her deep, hidden, mysteries. He passed the LAGURangers, an elite group of oceanic lifeguard-conservationists, that watched over the ocean thrill-seeker sites. Your standard types were there (orca, dolphin, shark, otter {taller than him}, etc.), except he could swear that he saw a large wolf standing with them. Not really a concern to him though. The waves, they calleth'd.

He dived into the cool water, his feet feeling it most after being on the hot sand.

This was heavenly. He swam out to the legendary coral reef, home to a multitude of aquatic species only seen here. Diving under the water he saw more colours than most people could dream into existence. Blues and greens moving from luminescent to bottomless darkness, beams of light, spearing through the water, lighting the richly coloured coral reef, while fish of surreal and cascading colours swam in synchronicity. In the distance sharks circled the reef and but some moved within it.

It was possible that a feral shark could attack him, he had to acknowledge this, and signed a liability waver to this effect, but he was confident that he was safe, bolstered by the fact that this was not his first ocean thrill-dive, though it definitely was the most magnificent.

He came up for air again, and after filling his lungs dived below to return to the realm he felt most at home in.

After several hours he had swum with several sharks, been in several vortexes of prismatic schools of fish, laid on the coral watching the moving silhouettes against the sunlit water, and swum with a passing band of turtles.

He decided to take a break and get something to eat. Coming up for air in the swirling foamy surf, a little closer to the shore, he heard a strange noise before feeling a detached knock to his head and seeing a propeller race towards him. As the water turned red and he numbly glimpsed the propeller shredding away his right chest and shoulder, darkness took him and he felt nothing.

He became slightly aware that he was being carried, held close to a strawberry-blond underfur chest, by strong arms covered in a rich auburn fur. The chest was wet, so was he. He didn't feel himself, he felt nothing, unable to move limbs or anything. Darkness took him for a second and then he was back in the conscious world. There was an auburn wolf with strawberry-blond underfur, and auburn fur, covered in blood and yelling something at someone outside of his peripheral. He remembered the wolf leaning over to grab something and a huge bulge in yellow swim-skin briefs kissing his face. While he could hear nothing he was fairly certain he was giggling. He felt stupid and why was he getting like this over a guy, he didn't like guys... a strong and handsome guy... covered in blood... handsome... bulge... darkness.

He woke to sterile air, blinding lights, and several loud beeping noises. His mind was too addled to grasp what was happening or where he was and he began to get scared. Where was the ocean, the sounds of waves, the wolf covered in blood?

"Oh, you are finally awake!" came an unfamiliar female voice.

"Wher-Where am I? And why is it so loud and bright?" He weekly rasped out.

"You are in the Placida Hospital on Dikanti Island. You were in a terrible accident, and your eyes are getting used to being open again. It has been three weeks."

The beeping noises came closer together and he felt his mind fill with panic.

"Easy. Easy." The female voice scolded gently. But it was too late and he slipped back into blackness.

It took him several hours to recover from the blackout and nearly a week to accept what had happened to him. Words had been used to describe his injuries. Words like spinal-realignment, nano-cybernetic cranial, pectoral, and shoulder reconstruction, AMPUTATIONS... and cybernetic prosthetics. He had been hit by a foil-boat coming into shore, driven by drunks. The blood had set the feral sharks into a frenzy and they had attacked him. He had lost his right shoulder, a third of his tail, both legs (below thigh) and his left arm (just below the shoulder still remained). The LAGURanger wolf had saved his life by selflessly swimming into the frenzying sharks to save him, and had somehow succeeded.

His spine had been broken at the neck and near his tail. The spine and shoulder now had cybernetic exoskeletons covering them, and his amputations were now awaiting special prosthetics, which they advised him not to permanently mount to his body, as it made it more difficult to do upgrades and replace.

He spent two months at the hospital in recovery, going for treatment of both the physical and mental trauma he had gone through. He had received notice that his company was retrenching him, as they could not hold his position for him any longer. The loss was tearing him apart.

Late one night nearly three months in the hospital, his prosthetics resting near the bed, staring at his remaining limb and its webbed paw, his mind a cloud of despair. This was all he had left; the doctors had told him it was doubtful that he would be able to swim with the weight of the limbs as well. What did he have left, apart from a tattered portion of a whole body? The loss was enveloping him again, and he felt the tears burning his eyes when a quiet, "fuck no", left his maw.

He was more than this, he was MUCH MORE than this. From that point on he decided to start working to get to HIS goals and his "okay-point". Fuck what the doctors said, fuck the pain, fuck the world. He would not lose himself as well.

Cybernetic prosthetics were still in development and the neural links were abusive, sending pain to him as much as feeling and function, and through the pain of it all he started running and climbing, training his new limbs, bending them to his will, his goals.

He walked out of that hospital, and none of the staff stopped him. He walked into the tropical island's morning light, reborn and determined. He was broke, but he was alive and walking, and fuck if that already wasn't an improvement from a few months back.

The first thing he wanted to do was go and thank the wolf who had cursed him with this second chance.

It was strange being back on the beach, it all looked the same, but it didn't feel the same. There was a fear... a dull ache... on a morning very similar to this one, just as peaceful and beautiful, he had lost so much. Now returning, in pain, with his new weight sinking into the sand, he approached the LAGURangers' Headquarters.

Sayel was getting a few stares from the rangers there. It may have been his size, or that he was fully clothed, or maybe it was the fact that they could see he was part cyborg. They were whispering amongst themselves. He felt a wave of self-consciousness before pushing it aside and approaching a giant orca female. She looked down on him as he walked in her direction.

"Good morning." Sayel said calmly. "I am looking for a ranger, a wolf."

Several laughed, and she mockingly commented, "Well maybe go look in a forest somewhere." More laughter.

Not swayed in the least he smiled and continued, "About three months ago there was a LAGURanger wolf stationed here. He rescued someone from a feral shark attack."

There was a silence and a male shark slowly stepped forward, "Most of us are on a rotation, if there was a wolf, he is long gone to another post."

"Oh. Well thank you." Sayel, responded sadly, some of his gusto evaporated.

As he began turning to leave a black furred otter called out, "He has moved to another site on the island, after what happened."

Sayel spun back to face the otter, "What?"

"I recognised you the minute you walked up. Most of us did." He shot several of them hard looks, "Shit... to see you are actually still alive and moving is something else."

"Anyway, after what happened to you, he wasn't alright. Like we didn't think you would make it, and he watched a shark rip off your one leg while he pulled you back to shore. He also said you were chuckling while he tried to save you, it messed him up, for a week he said he kept hearing this gurgling chuckle whenever he closed his eyes." Someone put their hand on his shoulder but he shrugged it off and continued. "That had been his first week here, so he decided to move to a quieter site where stuff like what happened to you doesn't happen."

Sayel's mouth was dry... All the scenarios he had envisioned; this was not one of them. His mouth full of sand, he asked, "Could you please tell me where he is?"

All of them got awkward at that point and some began walking away mumbling. The otter began to turn but Sayel pleaded, "Please! I must see him, and... thank him. He saved my life."

The otter looked at him, piercing ice-grey eyes. Finally, he shrugged and sighed deeply, "Okay, I will take you, was going to visit him anyway, but if he doesn't want to see you then you got to swear that you will just walk away."

Sayel now stared back, the fire behind the emerald eyes flaring, "Thank you, I'll find him myself, I am not promising to just walk away before I have thanked him." And with that he turned back towards the island, and sighing, and knowing he would have to now walk the whole island looking for the wolf, the pain made him feel tired, he started walking.

He had made it back to the street when the otter pulled up next to him in a hover-trike. "Get on. I'll take you to him."

Sayel paused for a second, the relief of not having to endure more pain was awing at that point.

"Thank you." He quietly said.

"You are welcome. Name's Kellone."

"Sayel." He said as he climbed on the back.

Without more words they were off.

They came to a stop on the other end of the island by the geothermal tidal pools. Families were all over, screaming children, and relaxing adults. Several immediately started staring at the diminutive cyborg. Again Sayel sighed, he would have to get used to this.

Kellone spoke to Sayel's back as he walked forward. He's my friend. Been friends since the academy. We've been to some wild places, but what happened to you, man, that did something to him... Did you really chuckle?"

Sayel didn't look back, and just nodded, saying, "I had brain trauma, and thought something he had done was funny.

"For what it's worth, my life changed a hell of a lot in a very short while too, I didn't mean to drag your friend with me."

There was a silence, enhanced by the hard coastal-wind thundering in their ears.

"Well hell," started Kellone, "it's part of the job, and I doubt you went looking for drunks to fuck you up."

"Come on, he'll be this way. His shift is almost up"

The walk was windy, on an incline, and long, Sayel did not relish the return trip. They finally came to a little hut by some palms when out walked the wolf, dressed in casual wear, and carrying a bag.

"Kielye! Hey, Kielye." Yelled Kellone. The wolf turned, and froze the minute he saw Sayel. His face said it all, this 'thank you' must be quick and then he'll leave this guy alone. The horror in that face was not something he wanted to see again.

Quickly before the wolf could wake from his stunning, or Kellone blurt or do something, Sayel stepped forward with a deep inhalation, then, extending his webbed paw, said, "Thank you for saving me." The wolf, Kielye, stood still, unflinching. There was too much silence, Sayel lowered his arm. "I'm sorry if I have ruined your day, I just wanted to thank you... and now I will leave, and you won't have to see me again."

With that Sayel began walking back to the road, neither of them followed. He hurt so much, but didn't care, he had to find a place to spend the night, and tomorrow he would get started on looking for a job, and... that horror-struck face... and try and find a way to get food. Sayel was now actively trying to push the meeting from his mind. Damn. Nothing today was going as he had planned it.

He stopped to catch his breath from the pain. When he felt something, a feeling that he was being stared at. Turning around, there was Kielye, awkwardly, almost fearfully, standing at a distance.

Kielye clumsily coughed before asking, "Do you want to go and talk over a sandwich or something?" Sayel hurt so much and was in such turmoil that he doubted he could eat. However, he dumbly nodded.

The wolf nodded in return and started walking towards a building, Sayel followed. Neither spoke and both were so lost in their thoughts they almost failed to notice that they were at their destination, a little café called the Wild Urchin.

They both sat playing with their food, Sayel had gotten a simple nori wrapped fish and muscle burger, and Kielye had gotten a venison steak one. Both had been handled to dismemberment but still remained uneaten.

"So..." Sayel broke the silence but didn't have anywhere to go from there so the sentence ended in on one awkward word.

After another eternity of silence, Kielye spoke up, "I didn't think I would see you again. Figured you would just head home or something if you pulled through."

Sayel sighed deeply, "I don't really have a home anymore. My folks are both gone, and I lost my job and home while in the hospital."

"Oh... I..."

"Yes?" Sayel, perked his head up and looked into the wolf's amber eyes, they were sad, beautiful with a deep blue, almost purple halo on the edge of the rich orange moving to lemon yellow. Sayel found himself lost in those eyes. Fuck it was happening again. He noticed the wolf was staring at him oddly.

"I am not into males." He blurted defensively.

"Nor am I." The otter countered then caught himself in the lie, took in a deep breath and continued, "Normally."

"But," Sayel quickly added, "it is nothing to worry about.

"Look, I am sorry for just showing up like this. I just... needed... to see you and thank you."

He scoffed, "Thank me."

Carefully Sayel repeated, "Yes, thank you. You saved my life."

"What life? You have no home, no job, nothing. You lost your legs, I couldn't even save one of them, and the nurses told me that, even if you were able to use the prosthetics, you would be in tremendous amounts of pain for your foreseeable future. All of that is because of me 'saving you'."

The feeling of loss and hopelessness clouded Sayel's mind and his face for a moment, Kielye saw it and his ears dropped and he quietly said, "Shit man, I didn't mean that how it came out... It's just that the last few months I have not been able to stop playing that day in my head. Like you died on the table and somehow I got you back, and after what the hospital told me, I have lived with this guilt... I am the reason your life is so insanely cruel and unfair."

The otter reached out for the wolf's hand-paw and covered it with his smaller webbed one, and said soothingly, "The key point in that is that I still have a life. Hell, I wasn't ready to die. Also I didn't know I had died, the hospital never told me that.

"And for what it's worth, I'm really sorry that I chuckled, I was not right at that point and stuff was just seeming funny, Kellone told me that it had upset you."

The big guy looked down at his lap and nodded to himself.

Sayel was starting to feel that he was causing the wolf far too much pain and so stood and said, "Well, I had better be going, need to find a place to stay and try get leads on a job. It was a pleasure meeting you, and I am REALLY grateful that you DID save my life."

The wolf kept staring at his lap. Sayel took his leave from the table and began walking away.

"You can come stay by me. Until you get your feet... on the ground... I'm sorry."

The otter began to laugh, "I am laughing now because in years to come that is going to be fuck funny."

Kielye looked at him oddly and said, "Otters, you're all fucking odd."

The wolf stood up and went to pay for the uneaten food, against the otter's protests. He lived near and insisted on carrying Sayel's bag.

When they got to the 'small' large-anthromorphic house, he was shown his 'bed' (the huge couch) and shown where everything was, including the stepping stools Kielye had gotten for when Kellone stopped by. The guy was, after all, nearly nine feet tall, and well, otters aren't.

Less than a week into living with the large wolf and Sayel was even more confused about his sexuality. He was positive about two things currently: The first was that he was severely crushing on Kielye; and the other was that as long as he lived in the same space as anyone else, he would probably be living and sleeping in pain.

He slept with his prosthetics on, woke with them on, lived with them on. The pain and lack of sleep was really starting to dampen his mood. He knew he should just take them off but he was worried about doing so. He couldn't really explain it to himself properly other than it would be impolite to be prosthetic-less, especially when it caused Kielye so much discomfort thinking about his handicap... and the fact that he himself saw his 'stumps' as a handicap, and so a weakness also factored in.

Cybernetic prosthetics were still a work-in-progress technology, you had to have some level of feeling in the limbs to make them function, however the electric impulses that the prosthetics sent with the 'feeling' ones were 'pain'. They still hadn't resolved this issue, so having a prosthetic equalled pain.

Still agony was a small price to function and thrive, and that is what the little otter was good at. The second day of being out of hospital and he had a roof over his head, and had landed himself a job, granted it was a low part-time job as an admin-clerk to a conservation organisation on the island but it was something. The pay meant he wasn't freeloading and would be able to afford the maintenance and upgrades to his prosthetics. He wasn't great, but he was okay, and getting better.

The otter had been living at the wolf's for a month now and they had gotten into a rhythm of sorts. The wolf seemed to really enjoy the otter's company, and the two had become quite open in their conversations.

He had finished another day's work and was now sitting on the couch eating a raw salmon-strips in noodles, he liked how fresh the fish was around here, and guessed the opposite was true of the leg of hog that Kielye ate.

Talking with his mouth full of noodle and fish, he asked, "So what got you into the ocean ranger business, I doubt it is for the food and seagulls." He had learnt of Kielye's irrational dislike of the birds.

The wolf, still chewing his hog leg, guffawed, nearly spitting food everywhere. Once composed he said, coughingly, "I, ummmmm.... No, it was not for the food... or those fucking birds... I got into this for my mate..."

The otter was in silent shock. "You're mated? You are into mating?"

"What's so hard to believe about that?" The wolf countered defensively. "We were secondary school lovers, we mated... that's how it's done in my part of the world."

"So what happened then?"

"She had a calling for this life, and I loved her so much that I followed. I HAD wanted to be a ranger, but like of the forests and mountains..." Sayel, could hear something off in the wolf's voice and body language, and while he was clearly not thrilled, he was hiding a huge amount of something hauntingly painful behind a mask of detached matter-of-fact attitude. "... she was beautiful, and we had a life together. I didn't have the same call to the forest that she did to the ocean... that all you otters seem to have."

"She was an otter?... What happened, if..."

"She died... and I held her while she did... she was... we were going to have two girls. But... that didn't happen, instead I buried my mate, and carried on serving the ocean she loved. The ocean is how I feel her, and how I feel like the old me. Couldn't save her, and cannot forget her."

"What was her name?"

"Her name IS Teilisha." The silence came down on both of them like a fog, a thick, blinding fog.

After a while the little otter shimmied across the divide between them and was going to hold Kielye's hand, then stopped and said quietly, "Well, I know it isn't much, but... you saved me."

The wolf shook himself awake from his melancholy and looked at Sayel with eyes that for the first time seemed to recognise him.

Coughing and changing the subject, his stance, his whole energy the wolf asked, "Why do you wear those things when you are home and meant to be relaxing?"

The otter didn't quite register on a conscious level that Kielye had referred to this place as his home, but somewhere inside he smiled at it, even when the dread of answering the wolf's question welled inside him. "It just doesn't feel appropriate. Like, I feel it will..."

"Upset me?" Added Kielye.

"Yes, but it's more than that. I don't want to be pitied or seen as an invalid."

"Aren't you in pain?"

It was the otter's turn to laughingly snort. Pain did not come close to it anymore, he didn't know how to describe this agony. "Yes, I am."

The silence stretched the tiny gap between them as if it were a chasm.

"I don't see you as an invalid. I actually regard you as amazingly brave." Keilye stated with such a confident certainty. "Almost no one pulls through like you did. Are doing. Most people don't fight like you do to just exist. You are in pain all the time, yet you still smile, and joke, and... care about other people. There is no bitterness in you."

The poor little otter started tearing up at that, he didn't know why, he believed none of what the large guy had said, but still he felt seen. Without warning the wolf reached for the right prosthetic leg and disengaged it. Less pain... then the other leg... even less pain... and then the left cyber-arm. The relief was overwhelming, and Sayel began to weep, and weep, and weep. And, through all the crying, the wolf, silently held him, and let him cry.

The following morning Kielye was struggling within himself, thankfully no one but him could hear the mess of thoughts in his head. He was straight. Right? He had mated with a female, like he had been raised to believe was the right thing to do. He had never looked at a male and felt attraction. Like, he was around half naked males all day long and felt nothing. Felt nothing with the females as well, he reminded, and scolded, himself. Teilisha was the only one, they had been friends for years, and he remembered one day looking at her and realising she was the sexiest, attractive, and amazing person he had ever known. And now he was feeling the same way about some handicapped male.

He stopped his sexuality interrogation to focus more on why it mattered if the person he liked was handicapped. It was stupid, but he was raised to believe in physical prowess, his family was all about physical prowess, his career was about physical prowess. Apart from the niggling thought of what his family would say about him with a male, he also carried an anxiety about what they would think of him dating someone handicapped, and if they would pity Sayel. Was he pitying Sayel? Yes, yes he was.

Thing was, that he meant what he had said last night. He believed Sayel was the bravest person he knew. The little otter was not weak and even though he must have been in excruciating pain he did all the things they told cybernetically enhanced amputees not to do. He showered, even swam now with his prosthetics, apparently the continual sensation on the cybernetic feeling-sensors was agony, he would run and exercise, and worked, ate, lived in them. Kielye knew they hurt the little guy but Sayel never complained, never stopped being kind and friendly.

Kielye felt a reliability and trust in the otter's state of being. Sayel cared for him and never flirted or made a move, considered him in everything, and was gentle. All the wolf could think of is how he could trust this male with his heart, trust him to be there. But he was being stupid, they barely knew each other, and he was still recovering from Teilisha's death, and his two unborn children's deaths, and that wonderful future-life's death. How the fuck could he bring all this crap onto someone whose whole life changed in mere moments on, what the little otter had told him was before that, the best day of Sayel's life. Maybe he should wait. He knew that he wanted more with the otter, but he wasn't ready for more. Fuck. Why was this all so difficult for him? Shouldn't it just be that he loves the guy and to hell with the rest? But it is never that easy? Or is it?

The wolf was looking out at the geothermal waters steaming in the early sun, a breeze running through the palms and tropical plants, while families played and laughed.

He put his arms behind his head and crunched his head to his knees. "FUCK... Why am I so fucked up?"

Sayel was struggling to be in a chipper mood this particular day, work had dragged... painfully dragged no less. HE was in lots of pain no less. And, when he had gotten home he found that Kielye was not there, but maybe he was on the late shift... or maybe just avoiding another awkward night.

They had not spoken very much since the incident, a few weeks back, where the little otter had sobbed like a moron.

Sayel, not for the first time, wondered what that strong and stoically reserved wolf thought of his breakdown. How pathetic and weak he must have looked.

Sayel had just gotten out the shower, fuck, the pain, today, was something else.

As he dried behind his ears, butt naked, a whistle made him jump with shock. "Damn you are a small boy all round I see, but bend me over and call me Mary-Jane if you aren't one fucking fine piece of otter." Kellone, the larger otter, sat on the couch smiling enthusiastically.

"Kellone? What the actual hell?" Sayel blurted while quickly covering his nethers with the towel.

"Awwww... Why did you block the view?" Kellone mocked.

Poor Sayel, silently stood in place watching the bigger otter, and feeling totally embarrassed and awkward. It also felt odd, new, being ogled by another male like this. Finally, with a nervous gulp he said, "Kielye isn't here."

"Oh, I know that. I came to get you."

"Me?"

"Yeah, well... I am bored. Kielye has been as boring as sand on a beach. Figured you could use a break from work... and whatever the fuck is going on here", he gestured to indicate the house, "... and... did I mention I am bored." He leapt from the couch, "So I'm promoting you from 'known person', to 'friend'."

"Friend?" The little otter asked, remembering no occasions before today that they had really even spoken since he had moved in.

Kellone shrugged, "It's a working title.

"So get your ass into some laidback casual clothes and come and work for it."

"But, I..."

"Look. I am sure you have like three or four good excuses that you are about to throw in my direction, so I will ask you this... ARE. YOU. STILL. AN. OTTER?"

The question caught Sayel off guard, cautiously he responded, "Yes. I. Am."

"Then how the fuck are you turning down having some fun and shit?"

Sayel smiled, Kellone smiled back, "You do realise that is such a fucking speciest stereotype?"

"Worked didn't it?"

It really had. Sayel went and got changed.

Twenty minutes later two otters were speeding along on a hover-trike to a party on the beach. One hour later they were both drunk.

The little otter sat on the sand opposite the larger otter, a bonfire and a LOT of awkward between them. The larger otter was in a three-way kissing fest between a male zebra and his boyfriend hyena. It was getting hot and steamy, and Sayel was feeling very awkward and alone. VERY. The pain that had not gone down at all was eating at his 'good-time' vibes. The pain, and the fact that the only person that he knew at this party had pretty much forgotten that he was there... and every now and then, the stares happened from a passer-by. What had happened to him? He used to like parties, and meeting new people... and was attracted to females. Maybe he still was, he didn't know... he just felt like trust and connecting was far more important than it used to be. He NEEDED to feel safe with the person.

Right now all he felt was awkwardly uncomfortable. And pain.

He got up and left the fire, walking away from the gathering, the music, the drunken partying. He had gotten to the road and Kell's hover-trike when a hand grabbed his shoulder.

"Where do you think you're headed?" Kellone asked.

"I'm sorry, just wasn't feeling the party so I came up here for some quiet."

The larger otter smiled and leaned in, kissing the little otter unexpectedly. It was brief, it was the first time he had been kissed by a guy. And it was rather nice. Kell looked him in the eyes and said, "Where you are, that's the party I want to be at."

Sayel found his cheeks warming as he responded, "How drunk are you?"

"Very, but that doesn't mean I didn't mean it. Want to get out of here and hang somewhere more quiet."

Sayel dumbly nodded. The bigger otter didn't miss a beat and swung himself onto the trike. "Coming?" He said holding out his hand. Sayel smiled and grabbed it, being catapulted onto the passenger seat, and they raced off again.

The trike and it's cargo arrived at a rather quiet and very humid area near the beach.

Kell hopped off, grabbed a bag from the trike's storage, and said to Say, "Volcanic pools. Very steamy. And VERY soothing. Thought this may help you after your day."

Say did not have the heart to tell him that this was going to be agony while he wore his prosthetics. Internally sighing, he responded with a plastered smile, "Sounds... great."

They began walking down a lit pathway to one of the steamy pools. Kell began stripping. When Sayel just stood there, Kellone looked up and said, "This is a nude beach so drop them."

"What? No. I am not getting naked in public."

The larger otter stretched out his arms gesturing around, his lemon sized balls swaying in the open air, "Where is the public? It's just you and me. And, I have already seen you naked." He had a villainous glint to his eyes as he said the "naked" part.

Maybe it was the alcohol, or the fatigue, but the smaller otter began taking off his clothes. His tiny smaller-than-grape-sized testicles tightly next to his small sheath. Gosh the little guy felt uncomfortable, exposed even, but this was the craziest, funnest, thing that otter had done since the accident.

Kell and Say waded into the warm water, where Kell guided Say to sit next to him. The little otter's prosthetic legs were in pain-overdrive, he could barely think. This was worse than showering, bathing, just... it was just worst.

Kellone noticed the little guy's attention was not there and remembered what Kielye had told him about water being very painful to prosthetic wearers. And, hot, moving, water was worse. FUCK. He had fucked up. All he wanted to do was get Sayel out of the funk he had seen in him. Not cause him MORE pain. Then he had an idea.

Scooting closer to Sayel he stated pointedly, "I said naked, that includes these." He watched the horror register in the little otter's eyes, then whispered quickly "It's just you and me, I won't let you get harmed."

Sayel could not believe it, but he was nodding, and letting the bigger guy disengage his legs, putting each at the pool's edge. The arm came off next, causing Sayel to feel amazing relief, but also concentrate on keeping his balance. That was until the larger otter scooted them together and put his arm around Sayel.

"There. Isn't that better."

He made a small squeaky "mmmhmmm" in response, his cheeks burning hotter than the water.

Kellone moved his other arm down, under the water, and began massaging the little otter's thigh, slightly brushing over his balls and sheath.

"Kellone... I..."

"I know, you have a thing for Kielye." He sighed.

"I... yes, yes I do." The little otter looked down, Kellone was now openly stroking his nearly-two-and-a-half-inch rock hard little member.

"Well had to try." Kellone exaggeratedly responded.

One sigh

Two Sigh

Silence

Still stroking the little guy's piece.

"It really is very small... but... super sexy. You're super sexy." He kissed Sayel again. It was longer. It had tongue. It was amazing. Sayel pulled away he was feeling confused.

Kell sighed, his member's tip sitting above the water. Sayel's eyes widened.

"Ten inches." Kellone commented.

Silence, again, horny, awkward, silence.

"Look, I missed out on being an awesome sandwich-filler tonight. I'm a little pent up. What do you say we fix our problems and then just cuddle? Is cuddling okay?"

Sayel smiled and nodded, "Yeah cuddling is great."

"Excellent"

The big guy began stroking his massive rod. And after a moment Say followed suit using his two digits on his is forepaw to rub one out.

Kellone was stroking hard and panting deeply as was Say, but Kell was definitely about to cum. At the last minute he reached around the little otter and picked him up, putting him on his lap. Suddenly there was a giant cock in front of Sayel's face. Before he could do anything else, Kell moaned out a fountain of cum, then another, and another, and another, coating Say in the face and on the chest. What shocked Say more was that he bucked his little member against the bigger one and caem. No paws needed. The whole thing felt absolutely amazing to both of them.

Sayel lay against the big guy's chest, cum covered, dazed, and really happy. A little while later, Kell helped Say clean off, but held him on his lap.

"That was fucking sexy." The big guy whispered to the little one.

"Yes it really was." Say responded, nuzzling into the bigger one's chest.

After a while they got out of the water, lying on towels, that were in the bag Kell had brought with, they fell asleep looking at the stars. The prosthetics still lay by the edge of the pool, and for the first time, Sayel didn't care.

Say woke just before dawn like he normally did. What was not normal was waking with his face pressed into the nape of another male's neck, whom tightly held them together chest to chest. The little otter's one thigh propped against Kell's waist. Kell's sheath precariously close to Sayel's tailhole. Say had a feeling that this should concern him, but he felt like he could trust Kell. Kell was promiscuous as fuck, not that Say used to be any better, but something in how the little otter was being held made Say feel that this male genuinely cared for him. It was odd because Kell had seemed so avoidant and cold towards him whenever visiting Kielye at the house. But here he was protectively holding the smaller otter. Naked. Close. Sayel tried to move his thigh down but Kell wiggled his legs and hips moving the thigh higher up. Then Sayel felt it. Kell's tip was pressing into Say's butt less than an inch from his hole. Now the little guy was confused. Horny and confused. Not really knowing why he moved his hole directly against the growing wood. It was pushing, pushing, pushing, and then it popped in. The little guy was mentally screaming now. HE HAD ANOTHER GUY'S DICK IN HIS ARSE... and he LIKED it. It felt right, like he felt right letting Kellone hump him. The only other guy he could see this happening with would be Kielye. The cock continued to grow and stretch the otter's hole, then Kellone turned on his back and the hardening four inches of cock slipped out plopping onto the muscular otter's abdomen. The wave of horniness left the smaller otter and he realised what he had just done. And how much he wanted more of it, but not like this.

Kellone stirred groggily, "Not like this little guy." He leaned across to his bag, fiddled in it for a second, then turned and leaned into Say for a passionate kiss. While they passionately kissed and grinded, Kell pushed something into Say's butthole. Say pulled away looking at Kell questioningly.

"Nanorobots. They keep the area clean for two weeks, I use them all the time, though this one was designed for group activities, so your hole takes an hour to two to close and increases your natural lube production there. I also use one to help my boy stay full of cum." He patted his balls, "Yep, the perfect sex machine.

"In twenty minutes you'll be ready for us to have some fun. Less stress, and I'll be fully awake to give you the first time you deserve." He leaned in and they continued to kiss, Say feeling a tickling sensation on his hole and in his belly.

The kissing and grinding continued, Kell slowly guiding himself over Sayel. He then pulled away, looking down at his prey, his prey wantonly, vulnerably, looking up at him. Sayel felt the cool dripping pre on his chest, Kell knelt upright and positioned his rod against Say's hole. A few little pushing thrusts and it slipped in, and continued to go in. about six inches in the little guy's spots were being pushed hard and he caem, but a little compared to the sensation he felt. More went in, gentle thrusts and then Kell was again on his elbows above Sayel, staring deeply into the little otter's eyes, while thrusting slow short thrusts.

The little guy was making high pitched whimpering moans and the thrusts were getting faster and deeper. Soon the sound of balls wetly slapping his tail could be heard. It was electrifying with Say in a state, feeling like he should cum but unable to really orgasm with all the pressure and pushing happening down there. Soon there was a very loud grunt and Kell buried his cock balls-deep into the little otter. Sayel could feel the cum splashing against his insides. At the same moment he bucked and shot a few drops himself. He had never been one to cum a lot.

"Wow." Commented Say, breathlessly.

"Not over yet." Kellone responded confidently, rolling them over so that he was on his back and Sayel sat full on his cock. His two thighs spread open on either hip, a breeze blowing on the nubs.

Kell grabbed Say's rump in his strong webbed paws and lifted the little otter up and down while also thrusting. The noise sounded wet, gooey... and amazing. Kell was thrusting fast, his balls again slapping against Sayel's tail and butt. Cum running from the used, and happy, tailhole down to the large otter's flailing balls, adding to the goop and wet mix down there. All Say could smell was sex and Kell's strong male cum, and he was loving it.

Kell suddenly slammed Say's butt right down into his waist and moaned long and hard, his orgasm must have been amazing. Say felt skewered, in a good way, but deeply penetrated, with many points inside pulsating with a painful pleasure.

Say was panting, he couldn't cum anymore but fuck if he still wasn't hungry for more. And, thank goodness he was, because Kell was not finished. They made love, fucked, and rutted through the morning sunrise. They only stopped when they realised the nude beach had again opened to the public.

Naturally Sayel, became very uncomfortable, so Kell got their clothes, and Sayel's prosthetics, while the poor little otter endured stares at his stumps and felt cum running out of his hole which would not close.

He was relieved to have Kellone return, quickly pulling his pants on and putting on his prosthetics.

"Want to get out of here and do something fun?" Kell asked.

"Fuck, yeah, PLEASE." Answered a desperate Say.

"Well... come on then." He said, pulling the little otter up by his cyber-arm, and racing them back to the trike.

They had to stop for food. Apparently, all that cum now leaking out of Sayel's butt and wetting his pants, and the trike-seat, had really given Kellone one hell of an appetite. Kell came out of the takeaway with enough food for six people. He handed Say the food, hopping on the trike and starting to speed towards Kielye's place, yelling over his shoulder, "Need to restock the boys so I can fill that hole of yours up some more." Kell laughed while the smaller otter's face burnt with embarrassment.

They made it back to the house, Kielye was not home. They proceeded to eat before Kell began ravaging Say's maw and body with kisses, both of them landing on the couch, and clothing being pulled off each other. At some point the prosthetics had again been removed, Sal's body was being bucked into Kell's monster cock and grinding hips, while his hips were held firm and his little dicklet bounced around and his moans and yips aimed at the ceiling. Fuck this was hot, he felt alive, and like the old him, in a way. No pain just primal fun and pleasure. This was what he enjoyed. This was what he craved. And this is what he was getting from Kell's amazing rod pounding into his wanton hole. He was getting so loud that he was now shoving his wrist into his mouth.

Kell's balls squeezed tight, and he buried his pulsing wood into Sayel's hole. He grunted in both satisfaction and appreciation. He was about to begin round two when he was grabbed by his neck scruff and thrown from the couch like a doll.

Stunned a little Kellone made out the giant canine frame of his friend.

"Sayel, Kellone and I are going to go speak outside for a minute, stay here." Kielye said to the horrified little otter on the couch, the wolf turned, threw shorts at his friend, who began to quickly put them on, "And you, outside NOW!" Kielye didn't wait, he stormed out of the house hitting the frame with his clawed fist and taking a small piece of the frame out with him.

Kell followed, he had only seen his friend like this once before.

Outside the world stood motionless, his back to the approaching friend. Kellone got closer and reached for the wolf's arm. I happened quickly. Kielye's fist contacted with Kellone's completely unprepared face. It knocked the otter nearly three feet back, landing hard on his side. Fuck that had hurt.

With blood, and its scent and taste, in Kell's maw and nose he sputtered, "What the actual fuck dude?"

"WHY ARE YOU FUCKING HIM? IN MY HOME! HIM? FUCK! DO YOU HAVE NO BOUNDRIES?"

The otter stared in confusion and silence at his angry friend. What the actual fuck was going on here, finally he asked, "Dude, I - I don't understand." He slowly, cautiously, began standing up, "Why are you mad at me?"

"BECAUSE!" Kielye's rage died down, and suddenly he didn't know what he was doing here, he wanted to bolt, erase what he saw. He needed to just not exist.

"Because, what, Kielye." The otter asked, his voice getting a slight edge as something started to reach clarity in his mind.

Kielye, couldn't say it, if he said it, then it was real and would hurt more because he had seen that he had lost it.

"KIELYE! BECAUSE, WHAT?"

Kielye buried his head under his arms, his rage burning away very fast, too fast, he had to tell Kell. He had just attacked his friend, one of the few people he cared about, and he had hit him.

Looking at the grass below him, he mumbled, "Because... I love him." He fell to the ground. His eyes burning with tears, tears of losing love again, tears of helplessness again... tears of being too late to make a difference.

Kellone was suddenly sitting next to him, his paw resting gently on the wolf's muscular arm, "I am sorry Lye, I didn't know."

The wolf just sucked in air and breathed out deeply, trying to regain his control, he could smell Kell's blood and it was making him feel even worse."

"I thought that you were only into females. I've known you for over ten years, and I am sorry that I assumed you only liked females." Kell said, with thick sinus.

Wiping his nose, the wolf looked at his old, bloodied, friend, and in an equally sinus-filled voice quietly responded, "How could you, I haven't told you anything. All these weeks I have been feeling weird about these feeling I have for him." Fast inhale... Deep exhale, "Feelings I didn't want to have for him. That I didn't know I could have for... a male.

"I love him, Kell."

Kell was quiet for a bit, but finally said, "I also love him. I also love you... as a friend now, but years back it was more. Seriously, I would have made a move years ago if I had known that I had a chance."

The wolf was taken aback, he had seen Kell with hundreds of males, and some females if drunk enough, but he had never used the 'L' word before, "How can you love him, you barely know him?"

It was now Kellone that squirmed, "Remember when he was in the hospital?"

"Yes...?"

"Well... at first I went to make sure that you were okay, but then after he woke... well... I just have never seen someone so strong of will and stuff. I mean... I saw him that day before the accident, and was in the room with you trying to keep him alive after you got him back... I thought he would die, and just knew that when he did you would fall to pieces. So when you went to the hospital, I went for you.

"But... he woke, and then began doing better, and then I didn't only watch you, but I watched him. Never seen anything like him. I admired him. When he came looking for you after he got out, my heart skipped a beat, that was when I realised I was getting feels for him.

"Then I watched him in pain go to work and come home, and repeat. You and he seemed so down and weird with each other... so finally I decided to try my luck and do something about how I felt."

Lye did not know what to say. He wanted to tell his friend that he was happy for him and wanted to wish the two otters all the best. He wanted to say that, but he knew it was a lie. He wanted Say. Say had said before that he liked multiple partners, goodness knew Teilisha liked playing with other guys. Maybe he and Kell could somehow do this together. Maybe like the three of them. WHERE THE FUCK HAD THAT THOUGHT COME FROM?

"If you and Sayel are okay with it... maybe... maybe I could join you both?", he said before realising. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK... why had he said that.

The paw squeezed his arm tightly, the wolf looked down at his smiling otter friend, whom said, "I don't speak for Sayel, but having both the men I love as boyfriends... well it doesn't sound wrong to me."

"It doesn't sound wrong to me either." Came a quiet, choked, and squeaky voice.

Kell and Lye looked towards the house to see the little otter standing at the doorway, a small gash by his left glistening eye. He had somehow gotten his prosthetics on, which had been thrown a little ways from the couch, and was again clothed.

He ran the gap between him and them, and flung his arms over both. "I can think of no other way I would want it."

The three of them snottily laughed. Once they were done, they go up and began moving towards the house, the wolf in the middle guiding his two boyfriends into the house.

The three of them sat awkwardly on Lye's bed. Two otters. One wolf. Mountainous amounts of awkward. Kell, no surprise, was the first to make a move. He began rubbing Lye's shoulders and leaned in kissing him. Suddenly Sayel was also there, deeply kissing the wolf, mouth to mouth. It fell amazing. The affection-starved wolf felt stirrings he had not felt in years. Two males. Two people he cared for and loved were kissing him, rubbing him. They smelt great... aroused... and great.

Clothes slowly began leaving bodies, then prosthetics were removed. Kell popped a finger and something else in Lye's tailhole, then removed it, leaping at the wolf's muzzle and barraged him with kisses. The wolf was too aroused and love-high to really care. It all felt good.

The smaller otter had already spread his thighs, his hole leaking Kell's cum onto his thick otter tail, his tiny genitals exposed and totally aroused. For some reason the trust and openness this little otter showed, removing his prosthetics and exposing himself so willing. The vulnerability was such a turn on.

The wolf removed his uniform's compression-briefs and revealed his package for what it was. His leaking deep-red rocket, leaving its home in his plump sheath, was first out, followed by his massive aubergine-sized balls plopping out, hanging low and full of wolf-seed. Sayel's eyes widened, but he said nothing. Kell whistled loudly, and from behind the wolf, reached over and rubbed the giant orbs with his webbed forepaw. It was a pleasant experience for both of them, while Say looked on in admiration. The canine shaft grew and swelled, until eight inches of wrist thick dog-meat flopped out, the swollen knot probably as big, or a little bigger, than the wolf's fist.

Say started to worry a little about his decision to take it. Sure Kell was longer, but he wasn't as girthy and did not have a giant bulb at the end of his dick. Still it was turning the little otter on thinking about having that meat inside him.

Lye lined his cock up and began pushing, it hurt a little, but popped in with a lewd squishing noise. The hole was, after all, lubed up with a Kell's spunk and still a little open. Say could feel Lye's rod stretching and pulsing on his rim.

The big wolf loomed above the little otter, thrusting in hard, but with a care to not be excessively rough. That said, in his lust-driven mind he hungrily wanted to rut the little guy until his knot tied them together. Kell was rubbing over Lye's abs, his thighs, his loins, and kissing his back. It felt so good, and Say moaned so "moreishly" that the other two were getting all kinds of hot and heavies inside their lust-ridden minds. Lye was overrun with dominant rutting energy and grabbed Sayel's leg stumps using them to drive home his knot. As Sayel, moaned in painful ecstasy, his moan was silenced by the wolf's maw and tongue, drowning him in a potent and hungry kiss.

Kell was dripping pre all over the wolf's back, butt, and tail fur while Lye bucked and grunted his pleasure noises into Say's maw.

Say's hole made wet squelching noises as pre and Kell's cum squished out of his assaulted hole, running out the little otter's tailhole, and meeting with the giant, sweaty, orbs slapping away at his butt and tail. The sweaty, moist, air stank of sex and maleness. The scent was so powerful and heady that all three were actually slipping into an almost animalistic daze.

Ripping their mouths apart, Lye pulled away from Sayel and pulled him closer, by the leg nubs, and thrust hard into the assailed little otter's rectum. The otter screamed bliss as the knot pushed passed the barriers and entered Say's pleasure cove. Say and Lye both caem though the torrent that was released by the wolf practically drowned the little guy's insides, causing his belly to swell a little. Sweat dripped off the wolf onto Say. Saliva dripped from Lye's kiss quenched maw onto Sayel. The sheets were drenched in odour and bodily fluids.

The wolf coming out of stupor found himself with fingers tracing his sheath, his balls, his rim.

"Such a hairy boy." Sayel commented lewdly, crouching down and raising the wolf's tail. The otter's dextrous tongue teased Lye's hole, a warm, wet tongue, followed by cooling breath. The otter ate that poor wolf's virginity straight out of his ass, and the wolf found himself loving it and unwilling to stop it. He moaned, spreading his legs wider. Kell licking and kissing and slurping at the hole, revelling in the male, sweat-drenched, musk of the region. It was so amazing that Lye wanted it to continue forever. So, naturally it was sad when it ended.

Soon he felt something else down there, it was most definitely Kellone's giant rod.

"Hey there Kell... ummm... I don't know - "

"Dude, I'll be gentle... I promise... and besides you are literally cock-blocking Say." He rubbed Lye's balls and loin gently with his webbed poor, whispering breathily, "Hey, trust me, I will be gentle, and I want us to enjoy all of each other. You are my friend going on something more, and I love you."

"Okay... I trust you." Lye uttered nervously.

Kell didn't wait and began pushing his huge mustelid cock into the wolf's saliva lubed hole. The muscles resisted the insertion at first, finally relinquishing with a surrendering pop.

Lye gasped, at the new feeling, this throbbing piece of otter meat sliding in and out of his hole.

This was fucking awesome, and it wasn't him being a bitch or Kell being an alpha. This was about three people who loved each other and somehow made it work. They were fucking making love... they were making love while fucking. Kell was thrusting and gyrating. His big cock hitting some awesome spots inside the wolf's pleasure hole. They were rocking and groaning, and taking poor Say on the ride, not that he was complaining, he was loving this.

Deeper and deeper the otter thrust into Lye until he was hilting. Insert some good old fashioned speed thrusting, the moans and amorous scent peaked, their breath and moans moist with heat.

Lye found himself saying in a breathless pant, "Harder. Harder. Harder."

Otter balls slapping and clapping on his ass was the response. Sayel moaned from the cock still hilting and rubbing in him. Before long weakly and submissively mewed out as he orgasmed the last drop of cum his little balls could muster.

Lye had thought he would just have to bear it, but he now found it rather invigorating. His oldest and trusted friend was fucking him and it felt amazing to have this level added to their friendship... this closeness. The two people he loved most in the world, and they were both bonding with him in passion and lust. Their bodies warm and musky muscles tautly tense.

It wasn't long before Lye found himself about to cum just from the thought of all this. He tried to hold it but their moans, the sight before him, the dick behind him, and cumming flooded through his mind and Sayel's insides.

"Lye, you need to unclench, it's too tight and I'm going to... "

Warmth washed in Lye's backside. It felt different. Nice. Right. Completing.

"... cum."

The three stayed together in orgasmic pleasure for a time, just panting and resonating in the post-lust. Post-loving.

Eventually, Kellone slid his cock out of the well worked wolf's hole. Cum followed and try as he might, Lye could not get his muscles to tighten enough to stop it. It slowly and lewdly wet him and ran down his one leg. A webbed paw began teasing it.

"I love that feeling, can't wait until your cum is running out of mine like that." Kell seductively said.

Sayel lifted his head up and said through the buff wolf in front of him, "Did you give him the same suppository that you gave me."

"Yessss... told ya it was the only one I had."

Say began laughing. And looking with love and mirth at Kielye said, "You get used to the dripping, it is just very messy, and definitely seems to make group sex easier."

The wolf looked behind him at the larger otter, "What is it?"

"Nanobots. Keeps you clean and makes group sex easier for two weeks."

"Handy to just have lying around." Stated Lye, sardonically.

"It has its perks." Rubbing Lye's balls again, he asked, "Are you almost loose? And got enough juice to feed another thirsty otter?"

Smiling the wolf used the little otter's leg stumps to push against and slowly his big knot pulled out with a very wet and lewd squelch.

The knots had un-swelled but he was still rock hard, "Get on all fours and find out."

Kell got on all-fours and raised his butt, lifting his tail to show his very professional hole. The wolf wasted almost no time and began pushing in, while Say pulled himself underneath them to assist Kell in a loving bit of mouth and tongue action over his mustelid cock, his prosthetic tail slipping into the still open wolf's hole. The three of them again connecting, filling with want and need.

Eight hours later all of them sat on a couch that was getting very sticky and wet with cum. They cuddled naked, the big wolf holding his two otter boys in his arms. Looking down at both of them he could think of no other way to spend his life. No other loves he would want to enjoy his life with. Both were so strong in their own way and he admired them for the amazingness that they exuded.

He pulled them closer and said, "I love you both so much."

They hugged tighter together and watched the movie. Knowing they had found their home and it was only home with the other two in it.