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( M/F, human, otter, intelligent feral )

A young woman dashed through the snow towards her family home. She reached the thick wooden door and hauled it open, releasing a blast of cold inside. The older lady within jumped at the noise and looked over with concern at her daughter's hurried entrance.

"Mama, I-"

Something furry followed her in. It was squat but long, with flashing eyes, thick fur and long, hooked claws.

"Mila!" cried her mother in terror as she looked around for a weapon. She reached down, grabbed a fire poker and turned towards the beast.

"No mama!" replied Mila quickly as she got between the two and held up a large, heavy salmon.

"What is..."

It was food. Lots of food!

"He caught it and gave it to me!" said Mila, beaming.

Elena lowered her weapon and looked from the fish to her daughter, then angled her head to stare behind the girl at the creature. He was a giant otter, about half their size. The beast looked up at them, reared up onto his hind legs, and peered around the room with fearless curiosity.

---

A month ago, when Winter really set in, something broke into the family's store house and ransacked their supplies. This morning they were down to just a couple days worth of food and no meat. Now they had much more.

Mila and her older sister Natasha prepared the salmon meal on their cast iron range, a pre-soviet relic as old as the house itself. The smell of the cooking bewitched their senses and made their empty bellies growl. Their mother sat impatiently at the table, watching the otter warily. He snuffled busily around the room and poked his snout into every nook and cranny. They had to close the door to keep the heat in, but the beast didn't seem to mind being trapped at all.

Finally the girls dished out the roast salmon onto four plates and sat down at the table to eat. Mila put a plate on the floor and the otter cantered over and looked at it. Unlike the women, who immediately started into their food with all the hunger of people who hadn't had a good meal in days, the creature reacted to the cooked flesh with suspicion. He took an unhurried bite. His tail wagged and he immediately wolfed the whole thing down, then licked the plate sparkling clean. The sisters and their mother didn't take much longer to finish theirs.

"Ohgod, that was so good!" said Natasha. Mila nodded.

"I wonder why he gave the fish to you?" asked Elena.

The otter reared up next to Mila, placed his foreclaws on the table and licked at the bare traces of food left on her plate. Elena looked disapprovingly at the animal's actions, then her expression changed to worry as her youngest daughter rubbed at the animal's head, between his ears.

"Mila, he might bite you!"

The young woman's fingers sank into the creature's fluffy fur. The otter looked up at her hand, then pressed his head against it.

"He's really warm!"

Natasha reached forward hesitantly and rubbed his neck. The beast's fur was thick and rather oily, but indeed he was luxuriously warm. He made a soft 'chuuuurrr' noise and rubbed against their sides.

After the otter had licked their plates clean, Elena did the washing and cleaning up. She started to hear giggles, then outright laughter from her daughters as they played with the otter on the floor. This was the happiest they had been in weeks. She smiled, just a little.

This evening she was going to tell them that enough was enough. They had bought this house last spring, a fortified cottage beyond the edge of human civilisation. They didn't realise their modern conveniences would gradually fail and fall apart due to the strange emanations of the beastlands that bordered their farmland, and they would have to learn how to live the lives of peasants from centuries ago. However, the extremely fertile soil and swiftly growing crops, both the result of the same bizarre zone neighbouring their settlement, made up for it.

But then there were the beasts. The women tried hunting and trapping them until some terrifying encounters swiftly taught them to leave well enough alone. In return the family were largely not bothered, as long as they were indoors by nightfall and kept the house well within range of a panicked run.

And now there was this terrible winter. They were hardly a month into it when their food store was ransacked and they were down to basic ingredients and some vegetables. With no way of getting more, Elena reckoned they could eat what was left and have enough energy to walk a to the nearest hamlet, beg for food and a ride, and return, defeated, to their hometown.

But today there was salmon, and full bellies. Elena decided to let the matter go, just for another day.

Besides, it was time for the family to go to bed. Literally, the same bed. The bitter cold and limited space they had in the sole room they kept warm made separate sleeping arrangements impossible. So as the embers in the range died and even that room cooled, Natasha filled an antique copper warming pan with ashes, slid it into their bed, withdrew it after a while, then they all removed a couple of outside layers, put on nighties, and slid between the sheets quickly.

The big otter, which they named Alek, curled up in the corner of the room. Elena reached over to the night stand where their digital alarm clock used to be until it stopped working and collapsed into dust. She extinguished the fire in the oil lamp, which was sufficiently simple and primitive enough to survive the effect of the beastlands, and the room became almost black.

The women spooned together. Elena shivered the most, being in her forties and without quite as much youthful resistance to the cold as her daughters.

They heard something stir in the darkness. The thing approached them, then burrowed into the bedsheets.

"Alek, no!" commanded Elena sternly

Wriggle, wriggle.

"Ahh, eeep!" squealed Mila as paws and furry underbelly slid along her side.

"I'm warning you!" said her mother, "Don't make me get my broom!"

The beast squirmed between Mila and Elena. The mother started to get out of bed, until she felt a glorious, soft warmth from the creature. She protested a little more, then fell back into the bed and pulled herself back under the thick sheets.

"His oily fur's going to stain," she said grumpily. In seconds she was asleep, snoring peacefully, nestled in a comfort she had not known since summer.

Mila hugged her pet's fuzzy back and Natasha reached over her sister to stroke his side. Alek enjoyed the scent and gentle touch of the female creatures all around him. He flicked his tail and let himself doze off, swiftly followed by the girls.

---

The dimmest traces of sunlight heralded their time to get up. The family dragged themselves out of the very comfy bed and put on their winter dresses and boots. As Natasha prepared the range, Mila slipped into her coat and headed outside to get more ingredients.

Alek followed her out to the storage shed. He looked up at the human going through the meagre collection of boxes and bags.

Mila shivered and rubbed her hands together as they got cold fast. The otter reared up and sank her hands into his neck fur.

"Thank you," she said gratefully as her fingers warmed against his skin. Alek rubbed his head against her thigh. His musky smell filled the cold little room.

He's scent marking me, thought Mila. But we already smell of him. The sleep saw to that. It was quite funny how we're all otter stinky now.

"Hah, you are affectionate. But I need to..."

The girl saw her pet was becoming erect. His thick furry sheath rolled back and his red length poked free and pointed at her lewdly. During the night she had gotten prodded a few times by it.

"Hah, you should put that away," she remarked. "Salmon or not, mama isn't going to like you walking around like that."

Alek curled gracefully around her legs. Mila blushed at this. She realised gradually from his actions yesterday and today that he was... attracted... to her.

"Are you... courting me?" she wondered aloud. He was no ordinary animal. Otters were nowhere near as smart, confident or friendly. Yesterday he had been caught looking through a book, one which Mila was pretty sure he had taken from the shelf. And she suspected Alek had chosen now to get frisky with her because they were on their own. Did he know how the others would react?

The creature butted her groin through her dress with his forehead. Mila squeaked and her blush intensified. He started to sneak his head under her skirt and the human stepped away and yanked her dress tight against her legs. Her hands were trembling as she did so, but not with fear or cold.

"Hhhh... we have a problem here," Mila said finally, as Alek looked up at her and wagged his tail. "This isn't right. I'm not an otter lady."

Problem is, I'm not pushing him away, I'm not acting unreceptive.

I'm... not unreceptive. Can he smell it?

"You... just behave while I, uhh, think for a moment."

The otter reared up to cuddle her waist. He pulled downwards assertively, and though Mila could easily resist, she found herself squatting downwards. He pressed his body between her open legs and embraced her whole front. The human shuddered as she felt his warmth through the layers of her clothing. His length poked rudely at her tummy.

"No, not _that_."

Her protests were weak. She loved his forwardness.

"Mmmhhh, okay, let me, err, cure your friskiness for a while."

Mila pushed him away a little, closed her eyes and lowered her hands to his penis.

I just need to make him more... relaxed, thought the girl. So the others don't find him too forward and gross.

"This can be our little secret," she said saucily, biting her lip.

The human's fingers lightly touched his firm, vivid red length. The beast let out a curious chirp as Mila explored his shaft. She curled her grasp around the fuzzy sheath at the base and carefully, wary not to hurt the creature, started to pump at it.

The otter clicked and churred with pleasure, and he licked the girl's face. As she tentatively masterbated him, he shuffled back in close to her. Mila, turned on by his pushiness and the lewd scent of his arousal, didn't stop him this time. His penis pressed through her many layers of dress to settle against her crotch.

"Oh, mmmhh, you have a good aim," she uttered with a coy grin.

Alek embraced her fully, making Mila's task of relieving him harder.

"What are you-" she began, and then she felt him reach down with a paw and yank up her dress. His cock now nestled in her petticoats.

"You smartie!" she giggled, "how did you know to do-"

He lifted her petticoats out of the way and ground his manhood against her bloomers, her final defences.

"Mmmmhhhh!" gushed Mila. She blushed a deep red and felt herself getting wet. His muscled, oily flesh moved against her in such a pleasing way...

I shouldn't let him do this. He's a... but he's pushing all my buttons.

She felt his claws hook around the top of her bloomers.

He yanked the loose hem down. He didn't expose much of her crotch, but he did reveal just enough. Her fuzzy pubic hair was on full display. Her pussy was soaked and the air quickly filled with her scent of arousal.

"Ooooohhhhh..." managed the girl, as her heart thumped in her chest and she subconsciously adjusted her squatting body to let her slit become more accessible.

And with that, the otter thrust himself deep into the girl.

"Ahhhhh, ffffffhhhh,"

"Chhhhhhhrrrrrr," chittered Alek in response, as he withdrew a little and pushed himself into her again. Mila abandoned her remaining resistance and wrapped her arms around his back, sinking them into his luxurious fur. As he pistoned his length into her she pushed forwards and met him. His discrete gonads bumped her crotch. He slipped a dexterous paw into her blouse and firmly cupped a breast. Mila felt his rough pads pinch at her firm nipple, adding to the fiery intensity of his animal penis surging into her vagina. Natasha dimly wondered through the fog of pleasure how he knew what turned her, a different species, on.

The human found herself approaching her peak quickly. She closed her eyes, whimpered and felt the wave of orgasm wash over her. Her slit gooshed about the creature's penis, dripping fluids onto the store room floor.

Alek continued to take her, thrusting into her climaxing pussy as the juices squirted into his fur. She felt his manhood start to jump and realised with a kind of fascinated horror that he was going to cum.

I should push him away. I can't get otter stuff all inside... oh god I really can't. I want it so much.

The beast rested his head on her shoulder and pressed his body tight against hers. Mila embraced him tight, anchoring him to her front.

His shaft bucked and a thick liquid warmth filled the girl. She gasped with the sensation. His seed spilled deep into her vaginal passage but its heat seemed to seep through her whole body.

Overwhelmed by the intensity, Mila fell forward onto her knees, trapping the otter between her groin and the floor. The beast flailed with surprise but kept himself deep inside her, his climax continuing.

Finally, Mila was composed enough to raise herself and free the otter. He slipped his vivid red length from her, spilling white goo onto the already wet floor, where steam rose from it.

The two cuddled softly while Mila felt the warmth wash up into her face and spread to her fingers and toes. She felt a mix of dizziness, guilt and rich satisfaction. It had been quite a while since she'd known a man.

Gradually she recollected her senses.

"Mmm... need to get back, they'll be wondering what I'm doing." Mila blushed deeply, horrified at the idea of them finding out what she and Alek had just done.

The otter watched her looking around. She got some old sack and, eyes closed, grimly brought it to her crotch to wipe off the semen. The otter suddenly slipped between her legs, nudged away the rag and lapped at her nethers, causing Mila to squeak.

"Hey you naughty... mmmh, good boy."

He delved his long tongue around her labia, cleaning her skilfully. Mila couldn't help but grind herself against him, feeling her friskiness return. But the otter pulled away, shivering as if with reluctance, like he knew they didn't have time for another round.

Mila pulled her bloomers back up and got to her feet. Her petticoat and dress sank down and she looked much the same as she had when she entered the store.

Good as new, she thought. Except I can feel his cum in me. This seems so unreal. He looks like our pet, but he... we...

The woman looked around at the meagre remaining supplies and decided to just bring them all in.

She lowered a hand and stroked Alek's head. He noticed she seemed worried about something. He watched her pick up what few items remained on the shelves and followed her back to the house.

---

That morning the leftover fish became salmon pierogi parcels, made expertly and with care. Natasha and Mila launched into their meal until their mother persuaded them to slow down and enjoy it. Their bellies were no longer empty, they had no need to act like starving peasants.

Despite the cold temperature the mood in the living area was warm and upbeat. Elena had gotten the opportunity to use her cooking skills more thoroughly. No-one was going hungry. The snowfall outside was less than usual.

Alek looked at the doughy, sauce-covered parcels of food on his plate with the same suspicion he levelled at the cooked salmon yesterday. It didn't look like food. He was unaccustomed to eating plant matter, and that seemed to be covering the meat, trapping it within. He reluctantly bit through one of the dumplings and chewed it. It tasted both familiar and unfamiliar. He swallowed it and took another. Then another two.

How did these tall creatures make food taste so good? What did they do to it?

Hard to resist, but I want to give my mate a gift...

As the women ate, the otter picked up the remaining parcels between his lips, reared up at the table and dropped them onto Mila's plate.

"Uuuhhhhgh!" protested Natasha.

"Alek, no!" said Elena, with a scowl. Then to their surprise, Mila picked one up with her fingers and bit into it. She rubbed the creature's head fur with her other hand and the two nestled together. It was, Elena admitted silently to herself, an adorable sight.

"Hah, well..." began Natasha. She sniffed, then wrinkled her nose, and looked at the two.

Mila was... seeping, down there. The scent of their sex filled the room. Mila looked at two women and their expressions of increasing horror. She felt a deep blush fill her face. A trail of sweat ran down her forehead.

Mila fought the temptation to run or try to explain herself. The uncomfortable silence, the awkwardness and reluctance to bring unmentionable things out into the open, that was going to become her shield.

She picked up another pierogi from her plate, fed it to Alek and pressed her head affectionately against his.

"He's been looking at the lake," she said. "I think he wants to catch some fish. Wouldn't that be nice?"

"You..." started Elena, her face white. Then she looked at the range and the remains of the salmon, laying in a pot atop it. It was reduced to bones.

"Y-yes, dear," said Elena, hesitantly. "That would be..."