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

As Natasha washed the dishes she looked out to see her younger sister and Alek playing in the snow by the lake. She pondered joining them absently, and thought better of it. There should be some… talking to do first, about this morning, and-

Natasha watched Mila throw off her coat then drop her dress, leaving herself in just an underskirt. Next she kicked off her shoes and socks and stood barefoot in the ankle deep snow.

What the hell is she doing? thought the older sister, shivering just at the sight of her out there with so few layers.

Alek scrambled onto the lake's frozen water, pursued by the woman. Who promptly fell through the ice.

Natasha screamed with horror and ran out of the house. She galloped up to the edge just as Mila's head returned to the surface, surrounded by floating chunks of slush and ice.

“Mila!" Wailed her sister. “I'm here, stay afloat!"

Just as Natasha started to look desperately for a branch, she heard blissful laughter behind her. It was from Mila, who was treading water while the otter circled her.

“I'm fine!" yelled the younger girl, her skin still a healthy pink, steam rising from her body. Natasha looked at her with shock.

“How?" she asked. Mila's sister reached a hand into the water and her fingers promptly and predictably went numb with the cold.

“A gift from Alek, I guess," replied Mila.

Elena, hearing the commotion, ran from the nearby field and joined Natasha at the water's edge. She gaped open mouthed at her youngest daughter as she swam happily with the otter in the frigid lake. They chased each other through the water and Mila broke more ice to have more space for them to cavort in.

“How?" asked Elena. Both her daughters shrugged their shoulders.

An hour later, Mila returned to the shore and scooped up several herring and another salmon that she had helped her mate catch. Natasha watched them from the window as the otter moved in front of the girl to stop her. When she did he rubbed himself against her bare, wet legs . Mila meekly got down onto all fours and let her mate press his body all over her own, helping him cover her with his scent. It was oddly sweet, thought Natasha. Despite the troubling… intimacy of their relationship, they adored each other.

Natasha opened the door for the two. Mila, damp and smelling of Alek's musk, dropped the fish triumphantly. The family was going to eat well for another day.

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Morning turned to afternoon, then evening rapidly plunged the world outside the cottage into darkness. Mila remained in her soaked undergarments, untroubled by the cold and immodesty. Her clothes had dried within mere hours of being against her pleasantly warm skin.

The four enjoyed their fishy evening meal then prepared to turn in for the night. When the women returned to their bed, Alek was already sleeping atop it. As the family slipped under the sheets and wriggled to get comfortable, the otter casually got up and crawled under the covers with them. Elena scowled, hunted for something to say about it, and gave up as she felt the glorious heat that both the otter and Mila were radiating. The warming pan remained unused, relegated to its hook next to the range.

Natasha nestled against Mila's inexplicably warm, snug nightgowned body. Her sister, sleep already taking hold of her, sighed luxuriously and cuddled her otter, his fuzzy snout poking out of the covers.

Natasha looked sideways at her mother, questioningly. Elena blushed a little and shook her head slightly. She hadn't addressed Mila about her bestial indiscretion with the creature. As formidable as their mother could be, Natasha understood her predicament. How do you bring up something like that? What would be the fallout?

Natasha felt her eyelids drooping. Happy that the issue hadn't yet clouded the air, she embraced the sleepiness and the comfort, and…

She woke to a strange shivering motion. She opened an eye and looked at the source of it. Her sister was on her back, teeth gritted, moaning through them. The covers at her chest were bunched up around a shape that was shuddering against her.

Oh god no, not here! Not next to me! How could you?

Natasha felt every bump and grind from the lovemaking right next to her. Alek's tail brushed against her leg before twitching away. Mila's counter-thrusts, slower than the animal's spasms, quickened as she approached her climax. Natasha felt her sister go rigid and she hissed breathily with orgasm. A trickle of sweat ran down her forehead as she bit down on her ecstasy. The shuddering suddenly ceased and the otter pressed hard against his mate. Natasha felt the two go completely still, then her nostrils filled with the smell of semen.

Mila panted quietly and cradled Alek's snout in her hands. She opened her eyes and looked around furtively. Natasha closed her own and regulated her breathing, as if deep in sleep.

Mila's not the brightest bulb, thought her sister, but surely she doesn't think we slept through that? Mama's just on the opposite side of them, she _has_ to be awake too.

Maybe she thought she had gotten away with it? Then again, many nights, one of them or the other just had to climb into bed with some tissue paper and get some relief during the night, and the others just pretended they hadn't noticed. It had to happen, and it had to get ignored. It was natural.

But fucking an otter isn't natural!

Mila slipped off to a deep, contented sleep. Natasha lay in the cloud of love musk and wrinkled her nose. She tried to return to sleep but the smell was… tickling her.

Oh no, that can't be turning me on!

It was.

Natasha tried again to sleep but the furtive sex session haunted her thoughts. Finally, she turned on her side facing away from the others and discretely brought her fingers under her nightie and into her bloomers.

The woman rubbed her pussy, thinking of being cradled by a strong, virile man. At some point her fantasy gentleman turned cute, small and fuzzy. Natasha blushed. Well, no-one need know…

A furry body pressed up against Natasha's back. The woman felt his nose dab wetly against her neck. She pressed a hand on him, almost firm enough to push him away. Yet somehow she ended up stroking his luxurious, oily fur.

It was the same hand she had been pleasuring herself with. As it rubbed against his neck, Alek snuffled at the damp fingers, then licked them with his long tongue. He pressed his belly against her back and she felt his manhood prodding her rump.

Alek writhed upwards, so his snout rubbed against Natasha's shoulder - and his groin was now against her hand. Natasha blushed fiercely as he slipped his hot length into her palm. It felt slick and wet from his lovemaking with her sister. It pulsed softly as it became erect in her grasp, the furry sheath slipping down to its base. It was a slightly curved, conical shape, wholly alien to Natasha's limited experience with such things. And he was a big boy for his size.

Natasha cradled his length in her hand and brought her other to her crotch, where she resumed her own self pleasure.

This isn't too… wrong? Mmmhhh… I need to show restraint, or he's going to get more frisky…

Too late, the otter wriggled back under the sheets. Natasha's heart beat faster as she wondered what he was going to do. She was a little horrified at how excited his covert, hidden movements made her.

She felt him squirm over her body. He slipped his upper body under her nightgown and pressed his thick furry pelt against her bare skin. Natasha stifled a yelp as he gripped the waist of her bloomers in a hind claw, pulled the waistline open and slipped his whole lower body into them. The girl gasped as he slotted his legs into the legs of the bloomers alongside her own.

His penis rubbed under her groin, the hot shaft right against her netherlips. Natasha felt him pause and just lie against her.

Maybe he's testing to see how receptive I am before he goes any further? she thought.

I can't let the others know I descended to this, just like Mila. But I really… What about if I just… take us elsewhere…

Natasha pulled open the sheets and got out of bed with the otter still under her nightgown and tucked in her bloomers, cock rigid and pressing along her labia.

Alek felt the movement from within the fabric cocoon of his mate's clothes. He wagged his tail playfully under her nightie and held onto her soft, furless skin tighter.

The human is carrying me, like I'm a pup!

As Natasha sought out somewhere a little more discrete for things to progress, the otter snuffled at her skin, his whiskers tickling her breasts. He couldn't resist her scent, and her willingness to mate, any longer. With a quiet, mischievous squeal, Alek adjusted himself and ran his shaft into Elena's older daughter. She bit down on a lustful moan, just as her sister had done.

Natasha shambled forwards as she was taken. She bobbed her hips towards the otter while he thrust so fast he was practically shivering. He slotted his snout between the human's breasts and curled his short forelegs around her rib cage.

Natasha reached the dining table sink, gripped it with a hand tightly and whimpered with pleasure. A thick otter tail fell from under the front of her gown. She grasped the writhing form at her belly with her other hand and pressed him firmly against her. Alek felt her grasp through her clothes and braced against it while he pumped his manhood into her.

Natasha barely noticed the cold in the room as under her clothes the hot little beast took her. The shame of what she was doing only added to the titillating pleasure. She loved the sensation of his furry underbelly grinding against her chest, the bristly whiskers twitching against her breasts, his panting breaths rustling at her neck, the surges of his manhood into her needy flesh.

The woman could feel him edging towards a climax just as she was, and her legs started to give way under her. She closed her eyes, sagged down to her knees and quietly wailed as she came. Under her clothes Alek chittered. His length twitched within the girl and he suddenly filled her with a deep, luscious, gooey warmth. The sensation plunged through the human and she collapsed onto her back, her breaths heaving her breasts around her otter mate's head, her legs splayed open wantonly.

The heat pulsed through Natasha's body, banishing the cold. Otter semen trickled down her thighs and soaked into her underwear. It took a while for her to return to her senses. When they did she opened her eyes and saw a soft light coming from the bed.

Elena had turned up the oil lamp at her bedside. The room was bathed in flickering yellow. Natasha's mother was looking at her sternly.

“Why are you out of bed?" she asked. “What are you doing?"

Natasha blushed so brightly it was clear even in the limited light. She was still on the floor, with a bulge in her night dress and an otter's tail dangling out from it.

“I… uhhh… went to get water?" replied the girl.

She cradled the lump at her belly as it writhed against her. Oh really, she thought, who am I kidding?

“I wanted to fuck Alek without disturbing you," she added with a slightly quavering but defiant tone.

Natasha slowly got to her feet. Her every movement made the otter's length move slickly within her. It felt deeply sinful, shameful, filthy.

Elena was still looking at her. Her face had mild shock, but she was concealing her true emotions. She was letting the silence do the talking.

“I…mama, I…" continued Natasha.

“Mila, open your eyes," said Elena, her voice low and measured, “I know you're pretending to be asleep."

Mila slid upright and looked at her mother, then to her sister.

Elena pulled herself out of bed. She strode up to Natasha, who stood up straight and looked back with defiance and maybe a little fear. Alek's grey nose and thick whiskers peaked out the top of the daughter's neckline. His comfy, fuzzy body breathed softly against her skin while his shaft softened and tugged itself naughtily free of her pussy, causing more of his cum to leak free with a ticklish sensation.

Elena paced past them. Her breath turned to steam in the frigid night air. She reached the cold, dark range and turned around.

Their mother, her eyes fastened on her children, slid off her nightgown, then her bloomers and socks. She methodically stripped herself totally naked. Shivering with the cold, she sat on a dining chair and opened her legs. Alek emerged from Natasha's nightgown and looked upon the older female creature, the last one not taken by him. He squeaked and wagged his tail.

Elena patted her knee gently. “I'm freezing, Alek," she said far more softly, “come on over."

The otter wriggled out of Natasha's clothes, causing the girl to yelp with the sudden scramble of rough paws on her skin, and he slid to the floor.

Alek climbed atop Elena and she welcomed his warm, fluffy body. He splayed his hind legs on either side of her hips and slid his forelegs under her armpits. The woman gasped at the sudden, intimate animal warmth against her bare flesh.

“Ahh! Mmmmmmmhhhh… I can see the appeal. Well, you're sleeping with me tonight. And when you've recovered enough from your fun with my daughters, maybe you'd like to-ooohhhh!"

Alek eagerly slipped his firm length into Elena's wet, shamelessly exposed pussy.

The two humped sumptuously against each other. Elena moaned and squealed, noisy and unrestrained, in the shocked presence of her daughters. She cradled the otter to her chest and stomach while he tucked his tail between her legs and through the legs of the chair. He squeezed her breasts with his dexterous paws and slathered the side of her face with his long tongue. His vivid red cock pistoned into the mother's slit, each time his furry sheath rubbing against the light fuzz of her pubic hair.

The two quickly edged towards climax. Elena screamed primally, making Natasha and Mila look sidelong at each other and grin. The otter continued to take her until he grasped her body hard, buried himself deep and came into his third mate.

The two clenched together tight as Elena felt herself fill with his load.

“Hhhhh… warm… all over," said Elena softly, as a ruddy redness swept over her skin. Though she huffed steam into the air she felt utterly cosy and comfy.

She got to her feet, gently pulled Alek from her slit and carried him in her arms. Alek mewled and looked around as they returned to the girls. Mila slid over to let her mother get in to bed, still naked, otter cum trickling out of her pussy and running down her legs.

Natasha returned and slipped between the sheets too. The daughters shed their clothes and the humans and their male cuddled together, all naked. Without saying a word they all closed their eyes, basked in the warmth and intimacy of each others' company, and slipped back into a deep sleep.

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Mila woke up in the soft glow of sunlight. The presence of Natasha's naked side against her back and the long fuzzy tail looped over her tummy reminded her of what they had all gotten up to last night. She was in bed with her lovely otter and her whole family. There was no more unspoken ghastliness, no barrier of guilty shame between them, no need to have words about wrong actions. They had all indulged.

As the girls got up, Alek snuffled rudely at their bare crotches, enjoying the smell of last night's mating. Mila and Natasha yelped and giggled as he jammed his wet nose against their labia. Even Elena allowed him to press against her intimates and sniff, causing her to blush and affectionately rub his snout.

We're all his mates now, thought the mother. We're like his harem. But… I'm not going to let him get ideas above his station!

Sweet, submissive Mila on the other hand…

She watched as her youngest daughter stepped towards her wardrobe, only for Alek to get in her way and chitter. The girl nodded and blushed deeply. She gave in and remained as naked as her mate.

Natasha grinned and only put her dress on, remaining without underclothes. Alek didn't try to persuade her otherwise.

To Elema, last night's activities really had changed things.

Letting pets boss humans about. No discipline…

“I… don't know how to react to this," said the mother eventually as she put on her usual dress, but with fewer layers underneath. The dismally dark, chill early morning felt like a balmy summer on her body, even while her every breath sent wisps of fog into the air.

“Should I order you both to dress decently?" she continued. “I had to be strict so we can see the Winter out without any more… accidents because of sloppiness. But things are looking good now. We have food and warmth. Can we afford to relax? Can I stop acting like a mean old babushka?"

“Of course!" replied Mila, putting her hand on her mother's shoulder.

“As much as you can do, at least," added Natasha, grinning nervously, testing how her mother would take it.

“I'll have none of your cheek!" responded Elena, angrily. Followed by a laugh just as her elder daughter was about to splutter an apology.

They hugged for a good while, then got about the task of starting breakfast.