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This vignette was written for HandofBlades as part of my Patreon request days for July 2019. It contains sexual acts between multiple consenting adults.

When the Otters Arrive

The pool party was a disaster of dullness. A passer by could have been mistaken into thinking that it was just a relaxed hang-out, a chill way for a bunch of friends and friends of friends to enjoy a peaceful evening together on a very, very hot summer's day. In reality though, there was just something about the people who had shown up which conspired to make everyone just the slightest bit too uncomfortable and restrained to really relax in their swimwear. If any person there had a best friend, it was almost certain that they hadn't made it. If there was someone they had dated in the past and were still feeling a little awkward about though, you can sure as hell bet that they were there. Thus over an hour into what should have been the full swing of this party there were people clustered around the garden in small groups chatting barely above a low whisper as they sipped restrainedly on beer and cider, while several others still just stood or sat around tapping away at their phones and counting down the minutes till they'd been around long enough to leave again without seeming like they were leaving not because it was late or because they had an obligation the next day, but because the party just really, really, really fucking sucked.

A few minutes later though, the echoing of Jacob's doorbell rang through the house and out beyond the open back door. The raccoon raised an eyebrow, not expecting anyone else and really not expecting a noise complaint or anything like that. He looked around to see if maybe someone had ordered pizza or something, but no-one seemed at all engaged or curious about the doorbell, so he padded his way through the house in his swim-shorts, still dry and untouched by pool-water, and opened the front door.

"Hi."

Two otters dressed in swimwear of their own, a tight fitted speedo in one case and an equally tight one-piece in the other, smiled at him as they stood on the doorstep. Jacob raised an eyebrow.

"Uh... hi? Are you... here for the pool party?"

They giggled and nodded, the lady of the pair speaking up with a warm, energetic voice that in itself had more energy than the whole rest of Jacob's partygoers combined.

"Yup! I hope it's okay, I know we're friends of friends and we've never actually met before, but... we heard you were having a party, and we can never pass up an opportunity to get wet and wild."

She winked, giggling as her friend or partner hip-bumped her playfully, though grinning himself all the while. Jacob's cheeks flushed, but though he had no idea who these otters were or indeed which of his friends they knew, he opened the door and welcomed them in.

"Things are still getting going, folks are just... uh, chatting before the party really gets started."

He tried to rationalise as he walked them through the house, hoping that if the otters didn't perceive the awkwardness somehow they might be able to avoid becoming consumed by it, and break the ice as a result. When they reached the back porch however and the two otters stepped out onto the decking beside him, they looked around for just a moment before the male of the pair turned to his partner, then to Jacob, and spoke in that same warm, enthusiastic tone as before.

"Dude, this party is dead. Holy shit. Like, rigor mortis has set in on the very concept of fun."

Jacob's whole frame sagged, but he looked up again as the otter giggled, shrugged, and looked around the garden once again.

"Good thing we're here then, right, Kay?"

The male otter took his partner's hand, and she murmured gleefully in assent as her eyes scanned the party once more, almost hungry in their intensity.

"Oh, yeah. These are great people I'm sure. This party was just missing one thing until now. A little bit of you and me in the mix."

With that said, the two otters darted away from where Jacob was standing and ran across the grass hand in hand to the edge of the pool. Many pairs of eyes turned towards them, drawn by the most eager and rapid motion the garden had seen all evening, and they watched as with a giddy squeal the two otters cannonballed hand in hand into the pool. A few faces cracked smiles, a few more eyes widened in surprise at the idea that anyone in this party would be able to summon up the enthusiasm for such an act, however simple and non-controversial. Those smiles grew, and those eyes bulged all the more though when as they emerged from the water once again, bobbing and floating in the centre of the pool, the otters immediately wrapped their arms around one another and began to make out. Not just to make out in fact, but going at one another's muzzles with feverish intensity as they trod water within the other otter's tightly clutching arms.

Giggling, even moaning audibly, the two otters eventually floated their way to one edge of the pool, and Kayla squealed loudly as while she was dragging herself up out of the water in full view of everyone her partner lunged forward and bit her playfully on the ass. She hoisted herself up onto the pool's side, turned to sit down with her legs still dangling in the water, and wrapped her ankles around the back of her partner's neck. She dragged him forward as he howled with laughter and splashed as though fighting to escape, though in reality it would have been all too easy to duck out from under her legs, and the whole yard now watched, transfixed and rosy cheeked, as she grabbed her lover by the hair with one hand and shamelessly pressed his face into the crotch of her swimwear.

"You wanna take a bite out of me Cal, here's something you can eat!"

She let Callum go just a moment later, and he joined her on the edge of the pool as Kayla rose to her feet. Several gasps rang out around the garden as they saw the bulge growing, the obvious tent of arousal forming in the male otter's speedo, but even as Kayla giggled and reached down to tap it playfully on the tip with a single finger as though chiding its very presence Callum just grinned, wrapped his arms around her and pretended to hump her a couple of times until the other otter squealed and danced away from him.

After that, they parted ways and strolled over to a couple of other people in the garden. Callum approached one of the solitary individuals, a stocky squirrel holding his phone and still partially dressed, wearing pool shorts but also a t-shirt, while Kayla trotted over to a trio of women who were blushing and whispering as they stared at Callum and his still growing, now almost full-blown erection. The squirrel was crimson-cheeked as the otter first approached him, but Callum had barely been talking to the other man for ten seconds before leaning in and whispering something in the squirrel's ear that made his eyes bulge, his gaze dart around the ever so occupied garden, and an urgent, eager nod commence just a moment later.

"H-hey... wha..."

From across the garden, Jacob murmured in confusion and embarrassment as before his eyes the squirrel not only pulled off his t-shirt, but casually dropped his shorts too, leaving his phone resting atop the pile of his clothes as wholly naked he took Callum's hand and walked with the otter over to the pool. He was about to go over and ask Callum what the hell he was doing, then to ask Mitchell the same. Before he could though, before he could do more than watch the squirrel lower himself down into the water with the otter right beside him, and start to kiss Callum just as Kayla had, a gasp of overt pleasure from elsewhere in the garden sharply drew his attention the other way.

"Ohhh my god..."

He heard the whimper of pleasure, and somehow knew what to expect no matter how impossible it was as he looked over to where Kayla had been. Sure enough the female otter was still standing before that group of three ladies from before, only now her hands were outstretched and fondling the pussies of two of them, one being rubbed through the fabric of her own one-piece while the other had a hand actively inside the lower half of her own neatly fitted shorts. The third of the trio meanwhile was in the process of taking off her own clothes, the dalmatian baring every inch of her beautiful slim figure before taking a couple of steps forward, whimpering hopefully, and diverting the attention of one of the two ladies to whom Kayla had been tending so that they could instead break off into two pairs.

A splash from the pool caused Jacob's attention to shift yet again, and he watched as Mitchell pulled himself out of the water, red faced and as rock hard as the now naked otter rising out of the water beside him. He wasn't trying to escape the otter, but nor did he remain beside him or otherwise engaged with Callum. Instead the otter began to walk over to where a zebra and rabbit were sitting side by side on one of the garden's benches, while the squirrel began to trot across the garden towards Jacob himself.

Slipping casually down onto the bench between the husband and wife already occupying it, it just took a few words from Callum before his arms were around both the zebra and rabbit's shoulders, and they were each taking turns to make out with him as they groped themselves to rapid and extreme arousal. Kayla meanwhile had stepped away from the three ladies, and while the dalmatian and her serval companion were now on the ground locked in a feverish sixty-nine, the mouse with whom Kayla had been more protractedly involved was stumbling across the lawn simultaneously trying to remove her once piece while making her way towards another small group of still wide eyed, as yet un-involved onlookers.

Before Jacob could see what either Kayla or Laurie had planned for their next targets though, Mitchell reached him, and all of a sudden what was happening to the rest of the party-goers made complete sense.

Mitchell hugged him, the squirrel's cock hard and twitching against Jacob's own still clothed and yet already somewhat tented crotch, the sights and sounds springing up all around him making it impossible for the raccoon not to react. He felt the squirrel's hands on his face. The squirrel's lips on his own, and as a giddy haze spread over him as though transmitted by the kiss itself, Mitchell whispered something. They weren't words. Not words in any language Jacob knew or could even guess at identifying anyway. But, they had meaning. They weren't a command. They weren't a demand. They were a suggestion. A hope. An offer of freedom from inhibitions, if the person hearing them wanted such freedom.

And of course, just like everyone else in the garden, Jacob did.

Five minutes later, there wasn't a soul at the pool party that wasn't gasping, moaning or howling in pleasure.

On the grass itself, bodies writhed and humped and shuddered as friends, lovers either present or past, and even casual acquaintances gleefully surrendered their nervousness and awkwardness in exchange for pleasure. Jacob pumped his cock deep into Mitchell's ass while Erina, a white tiger the squirrel only knew as one of Jacob's work-friends, knelt before him and eagerly bucked her pussy into his panting, moaning, eagerly licking face. Mere metres away a wolf bounced violently up and down on the cock of her gecko ex-boyfriend, their earlier failures in communication set aside as they openly and joyously confessed one thing to one another without restraint. They missed each other, and they missed fucking each other so, so badly. With a yelp of pleasure a collie began to paint the face of his best friend with streaks of cum while the polar bear bellowed as he was fucked from behind by a wild, eager fox. And on the far side of the pool, right where Kayla had left them, Isabelle and Mary whined and gurgled and drove one another to their third round of orgasms with no sign of either woman wanting to do anything but remain locked between her friend and now lover's legs for the rest of their lives.

If the lawn was the scene of a fully fledged orgy in that moment though, then the pool was something more beyond just an orgy. Twice as many figures as covered the grass filled the water, and it was the cries of those myriad party-goers which sent echoing cries ringing out throughout the neighbourhood. At the shallow end of the pool no fewer than five guys were joined together in a chain of slow, passionate fucking. Beside them Callum rested pinned against the side of the pool, eyes rolling back and a goofy grin plastered across his face as the zebra from before filled his ass with his huge cock. A short distance away the zebra's wife was shrieking, cumming, out of her mind with bliss as beneath the water Kayla fingered her hard and fast while above the surface they each made out with a different man.

For hours from that point, the party went on and on from triumph to triumph. There was no lull. No pause. No moment at which some attendees decided it was time to head home a little early. Indeed even as exhaustion began to claim its first victims, they begged Callum and Kayla to do something. Anything to keep them feeling this way, to let them fuck one more time. As the otters moved around the pool party in a farewell tour though, kissing, teasing or in the case of those who still had a little energy left, fucking each person and whispering to each of them in turn, Jacob and all his friends knew what they had to do.

They needed to have the confidence, the passion, the desire to make parties like this happen again, regardless of whether the otters were there.

These feelings didn't have to end if after tonight, when the next pool party was organised, they all showed up ready and eager to cast off their inhibitions of their own free will.

After all, they hadn't been changed by what the otters had said and done with them. They hadn't been made to do anything that on some level they hadn't desperately and gleefully wanted to experience, whether with a specific person at the party or just in general. They had just been granted the opportunity to express those desires without shame.

And, now that they all knew they possessed such desires, there was nothing to stop them from sharing them again.

And again.

And again.

Looking back at the garden full of spent, blushing, giggling, snuggling figures lying on the grass or floating lazily in the pool, Kayla and Callum grinned and took one another's hands. They slipped through the back door and padded through Jacob's house, and before long were out on the street again, still stark naked with their swimwear having been left behind somewhere in the garden.

"So..."

Kayla murmured playfully, looking both ways down the quiet suburban street.

"...where to next?"

Callum considered this for a moment, licking one finger on one hand and holding it up like he was trying to test the wind. He closed his eyes in contemplation for just a second, then opened them again, his still rock hard cock twitching.

"There's a bridal shower going on two towns over where the bride to be is actually in love with her maid of honour. How about that?"

Kayla beamed, and squeezed her lover's hand tightly in her own.

"Sounds good, but... only if we can find the soon to be ex-groom someone new, too."

Grinning, Callum nodded eagerly.

"Deal."

By Jeeves

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