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River Play

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

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A sapient feral mini story

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Sam grinned, the larger river otter flitting back and forth through the crystal clear depths, darting down to the stony, smoothly pebbled riverbed and back up again into the sunshine. He burst through in a shower of bright droplets, but he was not there to merely play, for there was someone watching him.

His wife, bun-wife, Miranda, perched on the river bank. Well, no, that would have been a lie, for she was stretched out like the queen that she was, the sunshine highlighting the smooth blend of grey and brown into her fur coat. Her tail bobbed and twitched with subtle irritation at the flies passing by, though the large rabbit's lips and nose flickered in quiet satisfaction with the day.

He inhaled deeply, his rudder-like tail swinging back and forth as he plopped out of the water onto the river bank, sleek and gleaming with water. The underlayer of his fur coat, of course, kept him perfectly dry beneath, but the river otter's eyes were only on his wife, the smooth lines of her strong, furred body, how her dark eyes locked onto him.

"I saw you watching me," he chirped, though his natural playfulness came through as he made as if to rub up against her. "And you're so lovely all splayed out like this..."

Miranda chuckled faintly, though she could not help but be charmed by the otter, her ears folding back softly against her head, lightness running through her as tension eased.

"My dear, you could charm anyone that you put your mind to, swirling through the water as if you are a part of it," she murmured, a little husky as he parted her hind legs, nuzzling up them with a soft squeak as he sought out the treat of her slit. "Mmm... But I am glad that you choose me still."

"Mmmm, I always will... Mmph..."

Sam would have said more, though the otter was more enamoured with her sex, the warmth emanating from it as he dipped his tongue inside. For an otter, it was quite a tight fit, though it was all about pleasure, the skin around her pussy sliding back and forth every lightly with the pressure of his tongue, his rabbit wife arching against him, her body twisting as he found spots that had always brought her so very much pleasure.

"Ohhh... Sammy!"

He grinned inwardly, not wanting to pause his licks, not even as he swirled his tongue passionately around her sex, grazing her tail hole at the same time, set into a little pushed up pucker just like her pussy. He didn't mind that, the musk of her, the scent of rabbit filling his nostrils and overwhelming even the seemingly ever-present smell of fish - well, he was an otter after all. But his bun-wife was too alluring, his own cock pressing out, though Sam did not intend to use it that day.

That time... Yes, it was all about his wife, all about Miranda, the loving bunny who he hoped to spend many more years with. It was hard for him to look up at her when his tongue was busy pushing and twisting up within her pussy, feeling the tight clamp of her heated walls, yet he pressed on and tried all the same. Despite the crick in his neck and how the angle of his head send an awkward shudder through him, it was all worth it to see how she moaned and panted, her flanks trembling with every breath.

He would have stayed there for hours, all to please her - but he did still want to please her. the aching hardness of his member could easily be set aside in lieu of the pleasure of his queen and he moaned into her pussy as he shoved in harder. Even Sam's nose stimulated her, though the sensitive parts of a bunny, regarding her body, were tucked away inside her passage. The entrance, however, was still one of the most tender spots and he lavished attention on it with long strokes of his tongue.

She squirmed against him, hot breaths leaving her mouth almost as soon as Miranda had snatched them up for her own, wriggling back and forth, even kicking out. The otter knew well enough how to use those to his advantage, however, pressing on, his tongue wriggling within her heat as it dragged up against her innermost walls, savouring her essence. Around his tongue, she was damp, the stickiness of her arousal clinging to him, making him press on, hungering for more.

"Oh, yes... Sam... Sammyyyyyyy!"

Her cry heralded her orgasm and he growled passionately into her fluffy sex, her fur tickling his nose. He didn't care, couldn't bring himself to care - not as her whole body rocked against him. As if she had completely lost control of herself, the bunny shook against his nose as the otter lovingly helped her ride out her orgasm, entrusting her otter husband to take her through it, one shuddering wave at a time. It was not always such a normal thing for ferals like them to experience the trembling bliss of orgasm, but, well, with enough time and patience any couple could adore the ins and outs of their bodies.

They had time and they would have plenty more time too, her sticky arousal clinging to his tongue, though Miranda was not productive in that sense, not the kind of animal that needed to produce lots of slickness from her pussy to allow penetration. It helped when she was turned on, of course, if he was going to slide into her, though he took his time that day, lying flat on the ground with his head propped up on her leg, chirping happily as he slithered his tongue from her, running it around her sex, teasing the sensitive skin.

There, he was happy. There, he was safe. There, he had everything he could ever have wished for.

His bun-wife panted, dark eyes locked onto him, shining with adoration. The otter glowed with pride.

Between a river otter and a bunny, love could always be found.