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Trevor groaned and gasped, his hips twitching a few more times with rapid, urgent need - and then slumped down on top of Reese, almost purring with equal parts affection and satisfaction. His tight, muscular body took every drop eagerly, and the hybrid otter was so very thankful for that. They'd been teasing each other all day, and by the time they got home they'd been so very pent up that they had ended up wrestling each other into bed right away. They hadn't even had time to close to blinds, but at this hour there surely wouldn't be anyone else watching, so despite his usual modesty, Trevor wasn't too worried.

It was really, really hard to be worried about anything at all with his date's cute little rump squeezing around him. It had a way of really massaging all those worry-knots in his mind into a happy, relaxed doziness. The orgasms were just an added bonus. He nuzzled the fox's neck lovingly, pressing his muzzle against the other male's ear. "Love ya," he chirped, stealing a little lick along the sensitive inner side, smiling warmly to himself as the sensation made the fox clench around him again. If it wasn't so late, he could've probably gone for another round... but with a regular workday awaiting tomorrow, they didn't really have time to even cuddle.

Unfortunate, but they'd continue dating, that much was for sure. Trevor had always known he was gay, but he'd only really dared to start pursuing that attraction in his twenties - and here he was, now, buried balls-deep in the cutest man he'd ever met, with that rich orange-brown fur and a soft, bushy tail that tickled his belly.

"Oh, stop that," Reese giggled, squirming. "Love you too, you big horny goof," he added.

Slowly, Trevor pulled out of him, quite unable to stop himself from briefly admiring the mess he'd left inside the fox, slowly and sensually oozing out of his relaxed-looking rump. When it came to giving that cute tush a loving squeeze, he could have stopped himself, but just chose not to, drawing another squeak from the small vulpine.

After a brief moment together in the shower - the two lovers cleaning each other affectionately - they said their goodbyes with a quick, shared smooch, and the fox then left Trevor's apartment to get in the cab he'd called earlier. Reality, and especially work, didn't wait even for the greatest of love stories, after all. It'd be an early morning.

Trevor collapsed onto his king-sized bed, utterly spent and equally happy, thinking back on the day and his and Reese's relationship as a whole. They'd been dating for a while, now. Maybe they'd be something soon enough... and then what? Well, they wouldn't have to worry about kids unless they chose to adopt one, which meant more money to buy a nice house together, and more privacy to...

He realized his cock was quickly stiffening up again. Trevor, you insufferable horndog, he scolded himself, but... in the end, it was nice to just think about pounding his lover again, and his bed felt far too comfortable and warm to move at all as sleep slowly overtook him, guiding him into that warm, fuzzy blanket of vaguely erotic and romantic dreams.

On the other side of the building complex, though, in the apartment directly opposite his own, an otter just finished fingering herself into a shuddering orgasm, strong enough to force her to clamp a hand over her muzzle to keep from waking up the people living above her place.

God. It felt like her neighbour - well, he felt like a neighbour, even if he technically wasn't - was actively _teasing_her, mating with the blinds up like that, and then going to bed with the most gorgeous friggin' erection she had seen in ages. Yes, of course she had a pair of binoculars to watch them go at it. Who didn't, living in an apartment building?

Her orgasm was intense, but it wasn't really fulfilling, she realized, still feeling that tingling itch between her legs. If only Trevor - she'd looked up his name on his mailbox - wasn't gay, she'd probably have been riding that beautiful cock already. Maybe even having it give her some adorable pups. Unfortunately, she'd never seen him with a woman, which was fair enough and all, except she had cravings for him.

He had such a beautiful body too. Firm, muscular, toned. Something he was clearly_proud of, and she'd quite enjoyed watching every inch of him tense up and tremble as he finished inside the smaller fox. It was just _such a shame that he didn't seem willing to share it, or that amazingly thick-looking cock of his with her.

But nobody was truly exclusively oriented one way or another, were they? She, herself, had on occasion felt desire for other women, and she knew a lot of other women who thought of themselves as exclusively heterosexual but would still make an exception for someone who happened to tickle them just right. It was just matter of likelihood and finding the right person - and maybe a little something more.

She brushed her messy hair back. Maybe there'd be a way to "convince" him to be a little straighter. Straight enough to fuck her brains out, at any rate, and maybe leave her belly swelling. The otter had played around with hypnosis, and even gay men would surely still have some of those masculine instincts. Probably all of them, just itching to be teased and pleased. She got up, standing in front of a mirror for a moment, thinking about what she might be able to leverage. Her modest breasts weren't the most impressive thing, but the average man still seemed to have a very hard time thinking or coming up with words when watching them bounce and jiggle. She shook her upper body, looking very pleased with herself, watching those soft breasts shake along with her. That had worked very well on her ex, at least - the poor wolf had been reduced to blankly staring as he got hard, and she knew from personal experience that the bounciness was hard to look away from even if one wasn't _into_women, even for herself.

Then there was the matter of scent. Even if a gay man would certainly be into other men in that department, it didn't change the fact that their minds had evolved over millennia to respond to the pheromones of a woman in heat. It seemed to shut down all conscious thinking, leaving their cocks to perform their duties even if the logical mind might disagree. The otter dipped a finger between her dew-soaked petals, still fresh from her climax only moments ago. Yep. Definitely wet as hell. You go, girl, she told herself, with the slightest bit of self-consciousness creeping into that internal voice. The otter _was_fertile right now, which was part of the reason she couldn't help but rub herself to a few shattering orgasms earlier while watching the boys go at it with each other. So that part was all sorted, she'd just have to get that scent all over Trevor's nose, perhaps while whispering some choice words of encouragement to him.

Other than that, it was probably just a matter of kindling those buried urges, and of what a woman felt like; soft, warm, wet, receptive, hungry... and then he'd be hers, at least for long enough to spurt his potent seed deep where it belonged, rather than another male's ass. She felt herself grow flushed, wet, and tingly again just toying with the thought of it, and promptly dug into her wardrobe to find the sexiest lingerie she owned. A babydoll, a lacey bra that barely hid anything, and of course a crotchless thong that did nothing more than outline her warm, plump lips in an openly horny invitation. If she saw a woman dressed like that, well - she was halfway distracted by the idea already.

The most beautiful part of it all was that he just needed to get hard for her, and then, there was absolutely no doubt that he'd eventually cum from the sensation of her pussy caressing him. That was what that slippery little slit was _made_for, after all. Asses were, perhaps, a bit tighter, but she hadn't met any man who wouldn't eventually succumb to the pleasures her body provided, no matter how much they tried to fight it!

She just had to wait a little while. Maybe in the morning, after Trevor had had some time to recover. He needed to be at least a little pent up to make him more receptive to her charms, after all.

Trevor slept like a rock. Maybe even like the dead. A few fleeting, unremembered dreams of love and affection would flit through his sleeping mind now and then, but he never as much as tossed or turned throughout the whole night, having been so thoroughly drained by his lover, at least not until the late morning, when he felt like there was some kind of weight on him. Not an unpleasant weight, but enough to make him squirm, feeling vaguely pinned down enough that he slowly stirred awake.

The weight didn't seem to go away as he woke up, though. Trevor opened his eyes to the shock of a lifetime; someone was sitting on top of him. Another otter - a woman, at that, and almost naked - looking at him expectantly.

"W-wait what- who are you? I m-mean I'm flattered but this is kind of... how did you get in here?" he squeaked, and then as he attempted to get up, he found that his wrists had been cuffed to the bed frame.

"Shh, shh. I'm your neighbour," she grinned, toothily. "Oh, sure, you've never met me, but you didn't even lock the door, so I figured you wanted visitors."

Shit. He had forgotten to lock the damn door, as exhausted as he was after a long night with Reese!

"You can't be here," he protested, trying to drop his tone of a deep and threatening one, but it was a little difficult when he knew that he couldn't actually do anything. The cuffs didn't give a single inch.

"Mm. I know you feel like that now, but I saw you playing with your fox yesterday," she smiled, warmly. "So, I figured a sexy young man like yourself deserves something_more._ Don't worry, I'll take good care of you. Help you become the _stud_you were always meant to be," the woman added, her webbed hand slinking down to cup Trevor's heavy balls.

She was getting visibly wet.

"Look! Like I said, I'm all flattered but, I don't know you, and I'm very much gay! I'm not into women at all," he squeaked. Briefly, he tried bucking her off, but that only had his sheath grind against her, which was a strange enough sensation to make him stop. He'd have to solve this with words alone - everyone else in the apartment complex was probably already at work, so yelling wouldn't help, either.

"Aww, I bet you've just not had any experiences with women before. Don't worry, you'll like it! Just take it as an opportunity to expand your horizons a little. A stud like you deserves to plant his seed in a fertile pussy," she churred, leaning over him. Somehow, despite her small stature, she seemed imposing in that position, dominant - certainly impossible to ignore as her soft breasts squashed against his firm chest.

"Wait, what? I don't want to fuck you! I definitely don't want children!" Trevor protested.

"Mhm. Tell you what, all you have to do is to not get that beautiful cock all hard for me, and not cum inside me, and I'll leave you alone forever," the woman said, softly. Her painted fingernails traced over Trevor's chest, as if admiring his toned body with her soft fingertips.

Well, that's not going to be much of a challenge.

"I already told you I'm gay," he sighed. "Just... go home."

"I will. Soon. But first, I want you to look at me for a moment," she smiled, that same hand cupping his chin and gently guiding Trevor's gaze towards her.

While he was gay, he'd never been one of those men who were actively disgusted by women. She didn't look bad at all, when considered from outside the perspective of completely unwanted intimacy. She had a cute, attractive face. Feminine - but not too feminine - hips that swelled just a little wider than a male's would, and shapely, perky breasts that complimented the rest of her body perfectly. The problem was just that none of it was what Trevor was into - and so his gaze ended up focused on her eyes instead.

"...not my eyes, silly. Try a little lower," she noted, with an amused smirk.

"Seriously, I'm not going to get into it," Trevor sighed.

"Then play along until I get bored," the otter chirped back. "Now be a good boy and stare at my tits."

He didn't really have a choice, did he? It was either keep resisting until someone else _happened_to walk in to rescue him, or play along until this crazy otter realized it wasn't going to work. Hopefully that'd happen quickly when she actually figured out what being gay meant. With another drawn-out sigh, he dropped his eyes to her breasts. It wasn't as if they were going to burn his eyes, and they looked perfectly nice for what they were.

She bounced a little, making those feminine mounds jiggle. It was nice enough to stare at, Trevor supposed. The way they'd just bounce, bounce, bounce, all soft and squeezable-looking. Really, it was no wonder that straight men got so excited about them. In fact, Trevor found himself relaxing as he watched, his eyes following those shakes and quivers, slowly drifting into a warm and fuzzy mental state. Just like he'd thought, it was actually pretty nice, enough so that his gaze grew blurry and unfocused, a pleasant tingling in his mind. A little like ASMR, maybe, but more visual. As good a way as any to spend idle time, Trevor told himself as his jaw went slack and he simply stared at the otter's breasts. The way they bounced was almost hypnotic, somehow, and it made him wonder how her tits would feel against his hands.

He'd never actually touched a woman like that. Much less with his mouth, but they looked like they'd feel wonderful against his lips too, all warm and pillowy. She looked beautiful, squirming and gyrating like that.

"See, I told you you'd like it," the stranger churred. "Just relax and enjoy..."

She kept bouncing, jiggling, and shaking to a sensual rhythm that only existed in their minds, and Trevor kept staring.

"You like my tits, don't you? Just think about how nice they'd be to squeeze while you-" No, that'd be too much all at once. She had to take this slowly. "It's totally OK. Everyone likes soft, bouncy breasts, even gay boys..." she murmured, speaking directly to Trevor's subconscious as she slowly and very physically lulled him into a dazed, receptive state. All he could was nod dumbly.

"That's right. Enjoying the way they jiggle and shake doesn't make you any less manly. If anything, it makes you more so. It's just natural, the way every boy's mind works..." she continued. "There's no need to fight it. Just let all those thoughts come. Think about how much you'd like to squeeze and knead them, warm and yielding. How badly you'd like to kiss them, to wrap your lips around one of these nipples..."

She flicked a finger over a stiff teat, tracing a spiralling little circle outward, over the areola and then pressing into the softness around it just enough to dimple it.

"...just like every other boy."

Suddenly Trevor realized that he was feeling a rather familiar and growing tension. His cock was responding to her in the most natural of ways, slowly stiffening just as it should, in the most natural, masculine response to her beautiful curves and needy, sensual motions- no! "I'm gay," the hybrid otter choked, snapping back to reality, though his voice sounded oddly weak and insecure, now.

"I think you're just in denial, cutie," the woman chirped. "Seems like your cock knows what it needs. Just let it do the thinking for you instead of that adorable confused head of yours. She stopped moving for a moment, placing both of her warm, webbed hands against Trevor's firm chest and leaning down, nuzzling at the side of his head. Gods, she even smells good. All... flowery and spicy and sweet. Wait, what is that scent...?

"You're getting hard, you know. I can feel it. You poor little thing," she churred, ignoring the fact that the hybrid otter beneath her was almost twice her size. It wasn't about physical strength, not at this point. "Just let it happen. There's nothing more natural in the world that a man getting aroused by a woman."

"No, no. I'm not... I'm not into women," he insisted, stuttering as he kept repeating it. At least, he'd never thought he was. She was doing something to him, something terrible, digging into his mind and teasing some part of him that had never been teased before.

With a frustrated sigh, she sat back up, but then, smiled again as she caught his nostrils flaring, inhaling her scent. Oh, that was just adorable. He was staring to pick up on her arousal, which he'd just ignored earlier. But now, his mind was slowly starting to open up to it, growing sensitive to the lusty scent of her pheromones. Her need. Maybe he just needed to be given a stronger whiff of it.

"I think you just need a little more encouragement, you sexy boy," she chirped. "You smell that now, don't you? It means I'm in heat. It means I want to get fucked. And it means you want to breed me."

She slipped a hand between her legs. Trevor's eyes didn't follow; he could guess what was coming next from the faint wet schlick, and with a surge of energy, he thrashed about beneath the dominant otter. He couldn't deny what was happening, but it felt so very wrong, like his mind was slowly being warped by her cunning administrations. And even if all that was just in his imagination, he didn't much like the idea of this crazy woman smearing her juices all over him. He had_to get out of here, _right now. Maybe if he focused all his strength into it, he could snap those cuffs. Trevor's muscles bulged as he pulled on them as hard as he could, hearing the wooden bedframe creak.

"Shush," she hushed him, and then pressed a wet, slippery finger against his nose. "Just breathe."

Trevor did; he was breathing sharply as he tried to break his bonds and didn't really have a choice anyway. He inhaled deeply of the otter's feminine musk. At first, it was only that pleasant, alluring smell - enjoyable but not more than that - as it took a moment for his male-attracted mind to really open up and bloom, becoming receptive to what it was sensing as her scent flooded his nostrils.

He gasped as the pieces fell into place. That spicy tang to her sweet, almost floral musk - she smelled beautiful, her scent tickling somewhere in the back of his head. The hypnotic fragrance crept deeper into his thoughts, establishing its power. There was nothing really magical to it, but it still felt like a whole new world opening up to him. His cock stirred again, growing harder yet, and he sniffed at her wet finger greedily. The scent seemed to resonate throughout his body, an electrifying tingle shooting down his spine, telling his body to buck, to thrust, to mount - no matter the consequences of doing so with a woman.

"See? You were meant to be straight. Or bisexual at least, what do I know... the important thing is that you'll give me what I need," the river otter grinned, tracing her soft fingertips over his hardening cock. Almost. Just a little more.

"N-no, I'm-" Trevor coughed.

"Still clinging to that silliness? Well, let's give you a better sample of what you've been missing out on, cutie," she cooed, and then scooted up his firm body.

Trevor's head was swimming. He felt both dazed and oddly energized, breathing in the other otter's growing scent. And then she was straddling his face. He looked up at, staring at her pussy with a confused sense of arousal. It didn't take a straight man to realize she was incredibly turned on, her folds slick and puffy with lust, and looking at it, dumbfounded, Trevor felt his mouth dry up.

He wanted to taste it. He really wanted to taste it, like it was the most beautiful thing, a flower in full bloom and wet with dew. He couldn't _remember_ever thinking of a pussy as something sexual before, not in more than a detached, clinical sense, but with her scent filling his lungs and head, he finally saw why straight men had such trouble resisting them. Trevor licked his lips in anticipation, shivering as he knew exactly what was coming.

A clear strand of her slimy, feminine lust was dangling from those luscious lips, just barely out of reach - and then it snapped, falling onto his lips. Trevor immediately licked it up, tasting a woman for the first time, and that primal flavour coating his tastebuds only pushed him deeper into that unfamiliar, dizzy state of mind. His heart was pounding fast, and his breath was coming in rapid, nervous stutters as she lowered herself with agonizing slowness, and he reflexively stuck his tongue out to meet her sex, yearning to taste more of her.

And then her lips met his, her drenched folds squishing wetly against his lips and tongue. Her taste flooded his mouth and he deeply inhaled her scent directly from the source, taking in as much of her pheromone-laden and fertile fragrance as he could, burying his nose into that feminine groove and bumping against her clit. It felt unreal, the hybrid otter himself almost like a detached observer as he watched himself hungrily and clumsily lap at her pussy.

He knew what was happening, at least on some level. He didn't care, not with her creamy wetness filling his mouth, even though he was aware that he was falling under her spell, letting her rewrite his identity. That tingling sensation in his head and along his spine grew and grew, like his body was trying to resist the flood of pheromones and sensations as he pushed his tongue into her to taste her in the most intimate way possible, rubbing his snout against her and letting her scent soak into him. It grew, swelling through every fibre of his being, and then there was a pop, if only in his imagination, of his resistance breaking.

Her slender fingers wrapped around his cock and squeezed, and he moaned, muffled by her pussy. He was rock hard, his body helplessly surrendering to the woman's desires.

"There you go," she purred, squeezing that firm length lovingly, bucking her hips and grinding against Trevor's face with growing excitement. "Who's a good straight boy? Mrrf... once you've really experienced pussy you'll never go back to other men. Oh, just one more thing to do. I'm going to make you a stud."

She moved back again, leaving Trevor's face soaked with her nectar, and his mouth gaping silently.

Maybe it wasn't the most sensible thing to do. It certainly wasn't the most rational, but she was deep in her heat and further intoxicated by the power she had over the hybrid male beneath her.

"I d-don't want to... don't want to be a f-" he stammered, feasting on the sight of her curvy body now. There was no point in denying it, he was attracted to her. His cock ached to slide into that warm, blissful place between her legs, and every newly awakened instinct was telling him to just let it happen, to let that beautiful female breed herself on his length. To give her everything, every drop of his seed... even himself.

But what about Reese? They'd been dating, yes, but... had that just been him deceiving himself? No, it couldn't be. Trevor still loved him, didn't he? The thought of how disappointed the fox would be was the last frayed thread his self-control, his fading identity as a gay man, and his rational mind all clung onto in the vain hope of somehow getting out of this situation.

She straddled his hips, taking her time and making sure he saw it all.

Even though Trevor wanted to fuck her, he also didn't. He tried thinking of something else, like sweaty gym clothes... but his mind kept filling them with shapely breasts, bouncing and heaving with exertion. He tried thinking of having to take care of a squeaky, nippy baby, but his mind kept sliding into the thought of making one, of pumping his cum deep into a bitch in heat, and it all only made him throb obediently in the other otter's dominant but gentle grasp.

She rubbed the tip against her slick holds, and responded with a deep, throaty moan. He didn't even know her name! If only there was some way to get some fresh air, to stop staring at her beautiful breasts for even a single moment, he'd be able to squirm free of this!

"You're leaking too, you know," she churred, little twitches of her hips wetly grinding her sex against his. "Rock-hard and eager. I think you need this more than you think. Maybe more than I need it..."

She fixed her slate-blue eyes to Trevor's with a determined, though lust-stricken look. "Enough foreplay. Time to make some pups, stud," she said, matter-of-factly, and then groaned as she lowered herself onto the hybrid otter's cock.

He gasped as his glans pushed into that slick caress. She was warm and hot, and his shaft immediately twitched again, this time splattering his precum into her. It was heavenly, she was so very tight and soft at once, the stimulation quite unlike that of a pucker. It wasn't as tight but her silken inner walls seemed to massage very inch of him as she impaled herself deeper and deeper, and somehow. Trevor couldn't deny that it felt amazing any more than he could deny that water was wet, the sensation completely overwhelming his senses. He felt almost like it was his first time, and seeing the expression on her face - the way her perky breasts kept heaving as she panted, sinking deeper and deeper - commanded every single ounce of his attention.

Nothing existed except her, and that sweet pleasure slowly engulfing his cock, until her swollen lips kissed his crotch.

"Don't hold back," she whispered. "It'll feel better to just let your body take control."

With that, she began to rock her hips, and Trevor moaned again as his cock strained against that heated softness. Her movements were slow and short at first, making sure he felt every part of her, but quickly, she began to buck and gyrate a little faster. Trevor was utterly absorbed in the moment, in the sight of the goddess on top of him, her sensual movements and the jolts of shuddering pleasure that surged through him with each motion. She looked so incredibly beautiful. The sight of his eager shaft disappearing into her was beyond erotic too, the way her hot juices leaked down it egging him on further.

And so, he thrust into her with a deep growl. He knew the risks, what might happen if he came inside her, and even that no longer caused him any doubt. He loved_pussy, he _loved women - or at least, his traitorous cock did, and it was in full control. She began to rise and sink, now, her body tugging on his shaft lovingly each time she rose, only for that mind-melting pleasure to sweep through his trembling body each time she lowered herself again. Soon they were rutting against each other with sharp, hard motions, the both of them racing towards the inevitable messy end of a coupling, but equally unable to hold back.

His heavy balls began to draw up against his body, the agonizing yet wonderful pressure and tightness growing in his loins, and Trevor couldn't recall ever being so hard or feeling such overwhelming need. It didn't matter if he wanted kids or not, nothing mattered except inseminating the mustelid goddess riding his cock. It was his duty, the whole reason he existed at all. He was thrusting into her with wild, reckless abandon now, unable to get enough of her warm, wet clenches and whimpering shudders, freely letting her motions tease him closer and closer to that first fateful spurt of seed. Even just one would be enough, and oh gods, he wanted it to happen.

She felt it, of course, the subtle sensation of his cock swelling a little more inside her as his sticky release drew closer, the way his balls prepared to pump their virile cargo into her fertile and welcoming depths. Her breath caught in her throat with anticipation at feeling him erupt inside her.

"Do it! Breed me!" she groaned, clamping down hard around his throbbing cock, rocking herself quickly to push him over the edge and force him to surrender in the final, most tangible and sticky way possible.

Trevor responded by thrusting as deeply into her as possible when he passed the point of no return, grunting and whimpering in shaky breaths as all that tension erupted at once. He was only barely even aware of the river otter on top of him hitting her own climax, her pussy milking, almost suckling on his cock with each orgasmic spasm, preparing to drink his seed. His cock jerked inside her, heavily, and he groaned with wet, sticky bliss as the first rope of his cum jetted from his twitching shaft and into the eager woman. And then another, and more - the damage was already does with that first splash of his virile little swimmers, after all. If she was going to get pregnant it didn't matter how much more cum he pumped into her, and so Trevor kept grinding his spurting, throbbing length into her for all he was worth, letting her body have _all_it wanted.

Tears were streaming from the corners of his eyes. The intensity of his climax, the raw and carnal joy of it all, the electrifying pleasure of emptying his balls into a woman - one in heat, no less - leaving the hybrid otter a panting and squirming mess. There were no worries, after that point, even as the orgasm ebbed. He was afloat in a prideful, soothing sea of deep masculine satisfaction, those newly awakened instincts well and truly satisfied. Instead, he stayed buried inside her, never as much as going soft.

Was this who he was, now? It didn't matter. Whether the hypnotic and extremely sexual, primal_state he was in was fleeting or permanent, it didn't matter. Any consequences could wait. Until, _if it wore off, he'd be enjoying the beautiful woman so eager to mate with him.

"Good boy," she slurred, drunkenly, and suddenly Trevor felt incredibly warm and fuzzy.

Somehow, he felt right at home, lodged deep inside her still-quivering sex, his steely length proudly drooling a few more thick, warm globs of cum into her depths. Proud._That's how he felt, especially when she called him a _good boy. Even if it was just conditioning.

At some point, she uncuffed his arms from the bed, and then bent over leisurely. Once again it took him a moment to realize what was going on, but then he saw how beautiful the sight of his pearly cum slowly oozing from her puffy lips was, just under her round, soft rump, another surge of pride crashing through him. Something about knowing that it was his seed specifically, inside her at such a fertile time - her scent still hung heavily in the air - made him growl. And he pounced on top of her like a wild animal, driving his engorged shaft deep into her without needing any coaxing this time, pounding her like an otter possessed. He wanted to add more to that adorned mess splattering her thighs, consequences be damned. He wanted to keep fucking her forever.

That was what they did, at least as far that day was concerned, mating like rabbits, copulating like wild beasts in all kinds of positions, with Trevor letting his cock do all the thinking, as good boys did, carelessly filling the fertile river otter with his belly-swelling pup-batter over and over again until she was stuffed with it, her thighs matted with his bountiful gifts.

Eventually, when he truly had nothing more to give, she relented, leaving Trevor to sleep off his sexual high and probably to wake up with a newfound identity crisis. He knew where to find her, if even after her effect on him wore off he decided he was indeed bisexual. She was his neighbour, after all. If he didn't - well, maybe he really was gay.

Either way it didn't matter! She felt supremely satisfied despite having to make the walk home bow-legged, feeling like she'd accidentally sat on a traffic cone.