FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Derrick had thought he could handle it at first, his return to everyday life. He soldiered on as best he could, trying get back into the grind, but it'd lost its lustre. Not that it'd ever been the height of meaning and entertainment, but he'd managed to keep doing it day in and day out. Every boring meeting in the office, every long hour of overtime crunch trying to finish a project, it'd all been life as usual.

But he couldn't do it anymore. Not now at least. Over that year since he'd met Alyna in those hot springs the yearning for something more had grown. He knew_he was romanticizing it all; life in their tribe couldn't be easy either. It wouldn't be anywhere near as simple and pure as he imagined it, but in some way, maybe it'd be more _meaningful. Maybe. Or maybe it didn't matter if it was or not, simply because it'd be something new and different.

Derrick was all but certain that he'd fathered a child that night, too. Some men would've been alright with nothing more than that. After all, breeding someone - passing on his genes - and not having to take any responsibility was, to some, an ideal. Not so to Derrick, who found himself desperately wanting to take part in that child's life, to help raise him. Whatever it took.

More than anything, though, he'd come to realize something during those seemingly endless, drab hours of hammering away on code, with nothing but the hum of his machine and the air conditioning to keep him company, after everyone else had already gone home. He loved Alyna. Yes, it was beyond cliché, the mere thought of falling in love with someone at first sight like that - especially since their whole connection had been purely carnal - but nothing was cliché when it was happening to you. It was, at least, a crush that wouldn't fade.

He _had_to find her again. Her and his possible child. Maybe nothing would come out of it, maybe they weren't destined to be together, and maybe his life was bound to always be here. Derrick, though, found himself at least needing to try. If he tried and failed, it was one thing; then he could go back to his everyday life in the city, and on the Internet, without regret. It he didn't try, didn't make sure, he'd never be able to forgive himself, and he'd keep brooding on it forever until it consumed him.

The otter had, in short, always been a hopeless romantic. He began to make plans. He did all the research he could about the mysterious jungle tribe of otters, asking everyone who would know even a little about them. Almost nobody did, of course; their existence was documented, but they were considered an uncontacted tribe. Not entirely true, certainly, but it was likely that the people who _had_contact had never spoken to authorities or scholars. His own mother had left them at a young age, but she had passed away not too long before Derrick's first soul-searching journey.

What he could do was find the hot springs on a satellite map. Without the thick jungle canopy to cover any of it, the area was plainly visible on the very first map he found. Looking at it even now, almost a full year later, instantly sparked a longing that'd been lodged in his very soul ever since. Just seeing it from above, even though the angle was unfamiliar, caused his mind to flood with vivid memories of finding the pool that he'd decided to nap in. Near it, he saw a cliff that had to be the cave that he'd mated with Alyna. There was no sign of a village, though. No great surprise; it'd be somewhere under the trees to take advantage of the shelter they provided, and they likely didn't need fire most of the year, except when making food.

Then, Derrick had an idea. They would have fires at night. Torches, at least. Modern satellites - yes! He found a night time satellite view of the area, his heart beating quickly, and there it was: a little ways past the cliff, next to what looked like a deep, natural lake, there was the faintest splotch of light. That_had_ to be it, almost entirely hidden from the world. Anyone else looking at the map would likely think it only volcanic activity, or maybe a small bushfire, given the hot springs nearby, but Derrick knew better.

He took a month off work. Only half of it was paid vacation; the other half was professional leave. He'd worked hard all year, though, and as such it wasn't too_much trouble when he informed management that he needed to take some time off for personal reasons. He packed his usual hiking gear and took the plane to same airport he had last time. From there, it'd be a short journey by train and then a long one by bus, and the whole time he'd be fantasizing about what'd happen when he finally found Alyna and her - even _his, in a way - people. Would they welcome him, or not?

Would Alyna even recognize or remember him? Did she care? He'd felt that they had a connection, but such things were easy to fool oneself about. The wishful mind might often see pattern where there was no chaos, and connections where there were none.

He'd know soon enough, and at least this time he'd come prepared. He had all the maps downloaded to his phone, as well as a more powerful satellite GPS. Knowing that he might have to camp overnight, he'd also brought better tools for starting fires so he could keep any wild animals at bay. In short, he was perfectly prepared to chase his dreams. In a way, it was cathartic to set out once again on that overgrown, outright hostile jungle path. It felt like a dream where he was retreading the same ground, even though it'd changed slightly, as things did. At least the jungle was as warm and humid as ever, quickly matting even the otter's oily fur.

There were far more plants and vines covering the path, now, for one. Clearly, nobody had decided to follow him on the road less travelled. There were no footprints visible, either, and briefly Derrick worried that the tribe might've outright moved since the satellite maps last got updated.

Still, he'd gotten this far. Sometime during that long walk, he mused on what a weird turn his life had taken, ever since he'd first set foot in the jungle. All this started when he hadn't wanted to turn back and had ended up sleeping at the springs than at the camp as he'd planned. At some point, he realized, he really_did_ have to turn back. If the tribe didn't allow him to visit, for one. He'd know when he passed that point. Probably. Life just had a way of suddenly moving fast after years of relative stagnation.

Despite the new growth on the path, Derrick quickly started to recognize his surroundings. A gnarled jungle tree here, a bubbling creek there. It wasn't that he remembered them exactly, but he remembered passing them before. A sense of déjà vu, except he knew it wasn't just his imagination. Was this where he'd planned to sleep, before stumbling into the hot springs area?

Indeed, soon after that the jungle grew thin once again, and he felt a sense of relief as the pools opened up before him once again. Being back here felt strange. In a way, it was as if he'd never left, even if he'd certainly been back home in a physical sense. Even if the tribe didn't let him into their territory, some part of his soul would always remain here.

Derrick made his way to the same smooth pool that he'd slept in. He still had a few hours of sunlight left this time, owing to having a better navigator and having made the journey before. This time, there was nobody around, no sounds bar for the chirping of birds and insects and the quiet bubbling of the springs. He sat down by one and soaked his feet in the warmth for a few minutes, trying to position himself relative to the map on his phone. Reception wasn't good here, to no great surprise, but he could tell where he'd seen that faint spark of light relative to the pools by their shapes.

It couldn't be more than an hour's walk away. This close to the village, the paths would be a lot clearer. After all, they had to gather food somehow. For a moment longer, Derrick enjoyed the soothing heat of the hot spring, before standing back up with a sigh and slipping his hiking boots on.

He fixed his eyes on the mountain, at the foot of which the village probably was. Far off the beaten path. He had to be careful; even if the tribe was friendly, if he twisted an ankle out here, there was a real risk of nobody finding him.

Still, the thought of seeing Alyna again spurred him on, and he made his way into the unknown. Yes, there well-trodden paths, but as far as Derrick was concerned, he might as well have been on an alien planet, surrounded by flowers he'd never seen before and exploring a place that very few from modern civilization had seen before.

About halfway to his destination, the jungle came to an abrupt end, and the path he was following turned sharply. Derrick's heart nearly stopped as he realized he was looking out over a deep blue lake - seemingly very deep, as if someone had taken a whole lake and turned it vertical - carved into the increasingly rocky terrain by millennia of rainfall.

Jeez. If I'd been paying just a little less attention...

He kicked a small rock off the ledge. Two seconds later he heard a splash. That was what, fifteen meters? Twenty? It'd been a while since he'd done that kind of math. Still, the sight was stunning. The sky above him was still blue and reflected, clouds and all, in the waters below. At the same time, the edge of the horizon was beginning to darken, with stars growing visible in the approach of night. The other side of the cliffs was much lower, and Derrick imagined the villagers probably bathed here. Fishing, maybe, if it was connected to any other bodies of water.

Had he more time or desire, this would've been the camping spot of a lifetime, but the sun was setting fast now, and he had to hurry to circle the pond while remaining careful to not step on any loose rocks.

But then - only a few moments after he'd left that scenic spot - he could hear voices. Not in his language, of course, though his mother had taught him a few words of her native tongue when he was very young, even if she never told him much more than that.

Still, to some degree, the tone of a conversation was universal. There were two people talking, likely both males, and both sounded relaxed and casual. Lookouts, maybe? This far in the jungle they surely had some kind of predators to watch out for, likely big cats. That meant he certainly shouldn't try to sneak up on them, if he even could at all. He wasn't here to hide his presence.

"Hello? I'm approaching the village," he called out, and immediately the two voices grew quiet. "I don't mean you any harm."

They probably didn't understand what he said, but he hoped that the universality of tone conveyed that he was just a traveller rather than an enemy or a thief. He'd been on guard duty more than once, back when he got drafted by the military, and while the expectations and routines were no doubt different here, there were only a limited number of reactions that made sense. Had he been in their position and heard a voice in an unknown language, he would've-

"Wa? Valanya zela taw," came the reply, cautiously. He could only imagine it meant "approach slowly," or something along those lines, and Derrick dutifully slowed his stride as he made his way towards the voices, following the by now clear path.

Soon he came across two males standing on either side of a path. They were staring at him curiously. Both were naked bar for loincloths and smeared white paint over their upper bodies. Both were about a head shorter than him. Not that their stature mattered; it was merely a curiosity. His father was a giant otter, so it only made sense that he was a little larger, and his mother being from this tribe would explain why he'd never grown quite to his height.

They asked him something, nearly in unison. Derrick didn't understand it, but the tone once again made it clear enough; it was cocky, challenging, and if there was any universality in otter culture, they were both alarmed by the appearance of a large male who they didn't know. He couldn't blame them; he'd been a teenager too, once upon a time.

He raised his hands up, in a disarming gesture.

"I would like to visit your village," he said, trailing off. How was he going to explain exactly why he was here to them, when they clearly spoke no common language? Yet, Alyna and the shaman had known it; if he could convince these two to let him see either, maybe they could explain it.

Yet they seemed to only be getting more belligerent, as if sizing him up.

"Ah, newcomer! Welcome!" someone exclaimed. An old woman, her muzzle greyed, was making her way towards them. Around her neck hung a crystalline necklace, and half her body was covered in white paint, the patterns far more intricate than those on the guards. She was equally naked as the males. "Ta valos nos?" she asked the two guards in their own language, and both immediately looked rather self-conscious.

"Does your pride feed you?" she repeated, in a language - if accented - that Derrick thankfully _did_understand, chuckling in her dusty voice. It was some kind of idiom, no doubt, one that he didn't entirely grasp, but he could figure out the nuances later. "Oh, young men. Always wanting to prove themselves, even to their detriment. As single-minded as a woman in heat. Not to worry, those two are unusually troublesome. Now, let's have a look at you."

She approached, moving with the limping gait of someone whose mind remained youthful despite an aging, aching body. "Mm. Young, handsome. Strong, I think, to make it this far. Why are you here?" she asked. Derrick opened his mouth to speak, but then the elder made eye contact with him and interrupted his attempted explanation.

"No, no. No need to speak. Your eyes, blue. I know who you are, I know," she grinned. She had seemed excitable before, but whatever realization she had seemed to momentarily let her forget her age entirely. "Your mother left us at a young age. I learned your language, as I planned to look for her, but she had gone far away, and... oh, never mind, she had eyes just like yours, unusual for our village. And now, you find your way back. Fate has a way of going in circles, does it not?"

She paused for a moment. And then her grin widened as another thought seemed to come to her mind. "And you've already left your mark on us yourself, have you not? Three months ago, Alyna gave birth to a pup with the very same blue eyes. Oh, you've barely returned and already you have a child... to be so young and... what was the word, in your language? Horny," she laughed.

She turned towards the guards, barking a few words at them, and both quickly slipped away towards the village, ears and tails both drooping.

"To think they'd try to keep the father of one of our young from his rightful home. Yes, come, by all means, I shall take you to Alyna. Tomorrow, we shall formally return you to the tribe!"

Derrick nearly stumbled over his own feet as he followed the old woman. He did have a child, then. The thought made his head spin, but there was no end to his worries; he could only hope that Alyna didn't mind him returning. She and the shaman had, after all, moved him away from the village after their mating.

The village consisted of many huts, each constructed out of the jungle wood and what seemed like clay. Nothing too advanced, at least by modern standards, but sturdy enough, and presumably easy enough to leave behind if the tribe had to move. If they did move, though, Derrick could only guess at how lucky he'd been to arrive before they did. On the way there, they walked past several other villagers, all of whom stopped to have a closer look at the bigger otter, the newcomer, the stranger that Derrick was. None expressed anything like hostility, at least, but it didn't make Derrick feel any less self-conscious. Neither did the fact that all of the women of this tribe evidently didn't cover their upper halves in anything but paint that only drew more attention to their breasts.

He did his best not to stare at them too much, though his cock twitched regardless.

She led him to a smaller one to the side. "Here," she smiled. "Alyna's hut."

The doorway was covered by a hanging, well-tanned pelt acting as a door. Derrick's heart was beating rapidly, and he found himself hesitating to step through. What if Alyna didn't want to see him?

"Hm? Oh, you wonder if she wishes to see you again?" the elderly woman spoke. She wrapped her hand around Derrick's, and her expression turned to something more serious. "What woman does not wish to see the father of her child? Oh, I know your traditions are different, perhaps... but."

She leaned in against him.

"Go in. What have you got to lose?"

Derrick swallowed and pulled the fur aside. He was greeted by Alyna, who was standing there and already looking at him. Panic swelled in his chest. Would she even _recognize_him? They'd only met once, and briefly at that.

Yet all of those worries were swept aside in an instant when she rushed up to him and embraced him a warm, affectionate hug. No words were needed in that moment; they wrapped their arms around each other and simply took in each other's presence. Her body felt so soft, and her fragrance was just like he remembered, but even her naked breasts squashing against him weren't enough to distract him from the sheer relief and joy of their reunion. Not yet. Nothing could spoil that moment of bliss, not even sex.

"You're back?" she finally murmured, as if unable to quite believe it. As it turned out, she knew a lot more of Derrick's language than she'd let on during their first encounter. "Why?"

"For you," Derrick choked. Though usually confident, he could barely get those words out. "I needed to see you again. You and..."

"...the baby, yes. His name is Eron. He's asleep, but..." Alyna nodded towards a wooden crib, lined with soft-looking furs just like the hut's floor. Hesitantly, Derrick disentangled from Alyna's arms to see it. His son. Just the thought alone was dizzying. Sure enough, bundled in blankets, there he was, little Eron; an unfathomably small otter, fuzzy and soft, sleeping peacefully. Derrick didn't dare touch him, lest he wake up, but he admired the little otter. They'd have plenty of time to bond, no doubt, if he chose to stay.

Then he felt Alyna's hand slide into his pants, squeezing his sheath lovingly. It wasn't exactly an invitation, but rather a promise of things to come, one that already had him gasping. As it happened, though, they were both tired. Derrick from the long journey, and her from a day of taking care of the baby. He didn't have the energy to mate, though the older woman, the one who had greeted Derrick, agreed to take care of the baby for the night regardless so they'd have some peace and quiet.

Derrick had, on occasion, thought about all the things he'd tell her once they met again, but he found himself tongue-tied once they were both naked, cuddled up inside Alyna's hut. Outside, he could hear the jungle, but it was all muted. Still, sometimes silence was all that was needed. Clearly neither of them had been mistaken about the chemistry between them. Simply relaxing in each other's arms was a form of communication, perhaps, a physical confirmation of how they'd both dreamt of this moment while away from each other.

Not everyone_in the village was quite so tired, though. Derrick's arrival had sparked interested among them, and as he'd soon discover, their culture wasn't what he was used to. In the small hours of the night, he felt a pair of warm, damp lips press against his own, as a weight settled on top of him. He groaned happily, half asleep. Even those few hours of sleep he'd gotten - warm in Alyna's embrace - had had a wonderfully revitalizing effect on him, enough so that he was pleasantly _erect again. And someone was warmly grinding against that stiffness, which felt just like the right thing to do.

Then Derrick felt another set of lips meet his own, with a distinctly different feel to them, and he forced his eyes open only to see another of the tribe's women on top of him, stark naked and caressing his throbbing cock. He'd seen her before, with the paint shaped like crescent moons emphasizing her breasts and a spiral traced onto her taut belly. The first thought - other than the expected masculine desire and lust spurred by her shapely body - was a worry of cheating on Alyna.

But Alyna was awake too. Her hand was softly stroking his chest, teasing over his nipples in circling little motions, and she was smiling.

"My sister, Waela, wanted to play with you too," she murmured, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Derrick couldn't tell if she meant that as a literal sister - the two looked rather different - or if it was simply how she referred to the other women of the tribe.

"Y-you're okay with that?" Derrick groaned, his shaft twitching as the other woman grasped it tightly, positioning herself over with.

"Mmh?" she asked, as if not understanding the question to begin with. "She's not in heat."

She paused for a moment, a thoughtful look in her eyes. "Ah, yes. The elders told me once. About how in your home, lust is reserved at all times to only one partner... no, let her enjoy you. We share freely."

He'd have to ask for details later, but the way he took those little statements was that any sex outside of fertile periods was fine. Celebrated, even, if the warm smile on Alyna's muzzle was anything to go by. It all felt like a dream, and the hesitation he'd felt at first melted away when Waela lowered herself, and her slick silken passage engulfed perhaps an inch of Derrick's cock, squeezing tightly around him. She was a little younger than Alyna, a little perkier, with the kind of soft, pleasured moan that he couldn't resist, and doubted that any man could.

Waela sunk a little deeper onto him, bare and natural, and despite her tightness it was almost frictionless with how wet she was getting, working herself down onto his cock. Alyna kissed him again just as her hips began to slowly gyrate, and Derrick chose to simply surrender to the moment, still half convinced it was all only a dream. The pleasure surging through him as her slender body slowly rose and fell, joyfully working on breeding herself on his swollen cock was very real, either way. It felt so very natural. There was no jealousy, it seemed, as soon enough Alyna was grinding herself against his thigh as well, visibly aroused by watching him mate with the other woman.

Soon he could hold back no longer. His hands clutched at Waela hips tightly, and he began to thrust up and deeper into that wet, clenching bliss shamelessly. They both wanted it, after all, and while he'd initially been planning on his first orgasm after the journey being with Alyna - inside her, maybe - this woman clearly needed it more, and Alyna in turn kept eagerly encouraging him, even softly cradling his balls as if to coax him into filling her "sister".

He rutted into her slowly, meeting her motions, relishing in how she clamped down around him like a vice, milking him. She wasn't in heat, no, but it didn't make the feeling any less heavenly, the soft wet suction of each motion. Far too soon, he could feel his orgasm approaching, and Alyna's fingers caressed his sack as it tightened against his body.

"Are you sure?" Derrick hissed. He still had some difficulty believing that Alyna wanted_him to do this, or at least, wanted to _watch. But then, every other part of his body was screaming at him to let it happen, to pump his seed into this woman she'd never met before.

"Yes. It's not like where you're from. There is nothing wrong with it. Come on. Let her feel what I felt," she murmured, almost breathlessly. Her fingers slipped up to where he and Waela were joined, feeling around the base of Derrick's cock, pressing against it. She wants to feel me cum, Derrick thought, though it was the kind of vague, distant thought that only came to him when his body was fully preoccupied with coital bliss.

Truthfully, as much as Derrick would've wanted to hold back, or thought that he could have done so, he was already swelling inside the stranger's welcoming, needy passage. Feeling this, she gasped, flexing those inner muscles tightly around him, pressing herself down to the very hilt, and then caught Derrick's lips in a heated, breathy kiss. Her hand dove between her legs, frantically rubbing over her clit as she raced towards her own orgasm, passionately wanting them both to feel it at the same time.

Derrick let out a deep, guttural grunt as he reflexively thrust himself even deeper into that wonderful heat. His cock swelled, then jerked, and he and Waela moaned in unison into their kiss as pleasure wracked them both. The pleasure was liberating._Letting his cock throb freely inside her, depositing his seed into her in thick, white ropes felt _right. Her inner walls suddenly spasming around his pulsating cock only confirmed it; they both wanted it.

In some selfish part of his mind, Derrick hoped his swimmers would still be inside her by the time she did go into heat. With how much he felt like he spilled inside her, they might've well been. He couldn't stop thrusting, grinding as deep as he could into the beautiful otter, until he'd given everything he had to give, and slumped back against the blankets.

"There. See, now you both feel good. We share freely," Alyna purred into his ear, giving his spent balls one last gentle, squeezing caress, before turning around and closing her eyes with a happy smile on her face.

Derrick, too, felt tired after his orgasm, the weight of yesterday's travels settling onto him once again. He needed more sleep, certainly, as did his lover, still astride his relaxing body and snuggling up to him as if not wanting his softening cock to slip out. Just as well. He'd have preferred that it didn't either, until Alyna wanted a turn.

The next day Derrick felt revitalized, refreshed, renewed as if it'd been the first real night's sleep in his life. He also felt a little awkward, waking up between two female otters pressed tightly against him, and more than a few splatters of the aftermath on all three of them. Today they'd do... what was it the old woman had called it? An induction? An initiation? Some kind of ritual, it seemed, to make him part of the tribe. Alyna had mumbled a few words about it while falling asleep.

Derrick didn't even know if he wanted it yet. He'd come here with little in the way of plans. He had been driven only by the desire to meet Alyna again, but beyond that, he realized now, there hadn't been any plan at all. Yes, life here seemed beautiful at a first glance, and a night's sleep far away from the din of traffic had done wonders - as had being shared by two beautiful women for no apparent reason - but he wasn't sure if he could leave his old life behind, regardless.

A quick glance at his phone showed he was at about half battery. That was about how long he had to decide; then, unless he convinced one of the villagers to guide him out.

Eventually, the feeling of stickiness all over his sheath got to Derrick. Opting to let Alyna sleep a little longer, as she was no doubt tired from her maternal duties, he snuck out of the hut as quietly as he could, stealing only a brief glance at how adorable she looked while asleep, and followed the sound of water to a river. The water was crystal clear rather than the muddiness he'd come to expect in the rest of the jungle, but the tribe had clearly settled on rocky ground for a reason. It was also ice cold, which he realized as he cupped his hands into the stream to rinse off most of the last night's mess.

He shivered. It had to be coming from somewhere higher up. Maybe the deep rocky lake he'd passed by on his way here. Still, he had precious little choice, carefully grooming as much of their mixed fluids as he could out of his fur, along with the dust and grime of his travels. While he did so, a few other villagers had arrived as well, quickly rinsing themselves off. Everyone was, at this early hour, entirely naked, a fact that Derrick only became more and more self-conscious about the more he thought about it. It was difficult, he supposed, for his mind to even conceive of a place where people really didn't mind walking around in the nude. It would certainly be an adjustment, if he decided to stay. Maybe they'd at least make him a loincloth. Then again, he had just had sex in front of who he hoped would be his life-long partner eventually.

The tiredness gave way to energy as he opted to simply jump into the lazy stream of water when he got tired of trying to groom himself at the shoreline. He was_an otter, after all, and it wasn't _that cold, all things considered.

That gave him a moment to think about it all. One question loomed over him, a decision that he'd have to make today. Was he actually going to stay here? The tribe didn't seem to mind his presence in the slightest. The fact that he halfway belonged to them already probably helped. Yet it'd be a simple life compared to what he'd gotten used to. No cars, no computers, no daily grind at work. No contact with the outside world unless he wanted to trek through the jungle for _hours._It felt like he was on a precipice, trying to balance on it, but sooner or later he'd have to make a choice or he'd end up falling off instead.

Of course, he could simply let whatever ritual they had in mind for him joining the tribe decide. If he passed, he'd join them. If he didn't, he'd say goodbye to Alyna and return to his "normal" life. That was the purpose of it, Derrick figured.

With his mind made up, he swam back to the shore, still trying to not stare at the others enjoying their mornings, even though in this strange place nobody would've looked down on him for doing so. He felt his cock twitch despite the coldness of the morning as he thought about it; if he hadn't misunderstood anything, he could just flirt with anyone here. And if they responded in kind, there'd be nothing wrong with a quick mating. Even if he already felt like his heart would always belong to Alyna, it was impossible for him to deny that the thought of freely choosing partners any time she wasn't in heat, or simply didn't feel like it, was rather exciting.

He shook himself off and made his way back to the village, enjoying the liberating feeling of not having to put clothes on for once. The culture shock faded away surprisingly quickly, though another surprise was waiting for him at Alyna's hut.

Derrick arrived to the soft moans and grunts of pleasure, and as he stepped into Alyna's little hut, he found her on all fours, with another of the tribe's males eagerly mounting her, firmly thrusting into her. If the wet, slapping sound of it was anything to go by.

At first, Derrick felt like he should've been offended, but as he sat down next to them, he realized that he didn't feel any jealousy. Alyna looked beautiful as always when being pleasured, even if it was someone else whose cock she was moaning around. Maybe he didn't mind sharing either, Derrick thought, and moved so he could watch the other male's cock plunge into her puffy folds. On some level, maybe Derrick might've wished he was wearing a condom, but then again, he hadn't done so either with his lover last night.

It was only natural, wasn't it? Derrick would still be the father of all of their offspring - well, unless coincidence willed otherwise, one day - so it was only fair that, as the tribe's rules apparently dictated, everyone was allowed to feel good together at other times. And watching the way her breasts bounced with each hungry thrust by the other male, well, he couldn't deny that it was a beautiful sight. In fact, their lust was rather infectious, and regardless of what he'd thought earlier, Derrick realized that he was getting hard watching their mating.

In fact, it was getting to him enough that he decided to help them. Derrick scooted a little closer, and then reached to caress Alyna's neglected breasts, kneading them gently as she was rocked back and forth by the other's thrusts. She gasped, and he took the moment to catch her in a kiss. The way she shivered with pleasure was something that he hadn't noticed while mating with her himself, too caught up in the moment as he'd been, and so this afforded him with the chance to really explore her in a different light. Softly, he tweaked her stiff teats, still swollen from her pregnancy, and watched her reactions.

Between the two of them pleasuring her, it didn't take long at all before Alyna was panting, squirming, and freely moaning. A tremor shot through her, and Derrick shared in every moment of her pleasure as she let out a loud cry of pleasure, nearly collapsing onto the blankets. He felt her muscles tense and relax, and the scent of her lust grew in the air, quicky joined by a more masculine release as the male atop her grunted and hilted inside her. A quick glance revealed that he was throbbing hard inside her, but even that, a moment that'd been a violation of their intimacy in most other situations - receiving another male's seed - only looked beautiful to him now. The way his pearly cum began to spill out of her, adorning those slippery red lips. The way they both shuddered in mutual pleasure. There was nothing to be jealous of, only pleasure to share in and admire.

And so Derrick kissed her again, his tongue passionately tangling with hers as her orgasmic clenches and spasms milked out the last few drops of the other's cum, deep into herself.

Granted, the sight and sound of it all had Derrick incredibly needy, eager to have a turn with her himself, but the elder had said something about his "initiation" being early in the day, hadn't she?

Once spent, the other otter slowly pulled out, and then gave Alyna's ass a quick, playful squeeze before leaving the two alone. She, in turn, rolled over, luxuriantly stretching out as cum slowly leaked from her orgasm-flushed body.

And then her eyes met Derrick's. "How do you feel?" she asked, evidently wanting to make sure that Derrick wasn't uncomfortable with it.

"Like I want my turn," he replied with a grin. "I thought I'd feel jealous but... I don't."

"Good," Alyna smiled, and the two kissed again. "It'll be time for my heat soon. A week, maybe two, and I..."

She trailed off for a moment, a far-away look in her eyes, her mind clearly a little slower than usual in the afterglow, like it was difficult to stick to any specific train of thought. "His name is Luio," Alyna smiled. "I believe he's into other males as well, if you'd..."

"...I need to get you ready for your initiation!" she suddenly exclaimed, springing up and dashing out of the hut in a flurry of activity. She returned only a few seconds later with an open jar, filled with a thick white paste.

"During the ritual you'll be dressed in nothing except the tribal paints," she explained. The sight of her thighs stained with cum - which she didn't seem to mind - during what seemed to be an important moment made the whole moment seem surreal. "Everyone has a unique pattern, though they may change with time. Lay back."

Derrick did so, watching Alyna dip a finger into the small earthen jar. He'd been half expecting that he'd be painted with cum, but the stuff in it was clearly some sort of crushed mineral, perhaps clay, mixed with something sticky akin to pine resin.

Her warm hands caressed his body, kneading his muscles as she thought of what his pattern would be. "Perhaps something to symbolize your two homes. One side for the city," Alyna murmured. Deftly, her finger traced geometric shapes, jagged and sharp, over the right side of Derrick's chest, and down his right arm. She'd never seen a modern city before, of course, but the representation was only abstract.

"And one side for the tribe," Alyna continued. Her breath was slowly steadying again. Over Derrick's heart, she painted what looked a little like a flourishing vine, spiralling and wild.

"Something to show how virile you are," she grinned, and her finger traced a spiral around his sheath, before she dipped her entire hand in the jar and cupped his balls, leaving them white, and his cock slowly swelling out as his arousal bloomed again. Her other hand wrapped around his growing length, giving it a loving squeeze. "Mm, I can't wait for you to breed me again," she whispered, leaning in closer to give his tip a quick, feathery lick.

Just before she had time to move to painting his legs, someone else approached. The elder that he'd met earlier.

"It is time! Come with us, you two, and we'll see if our newcomer truly belongs to us!" she exclaimed.

"Alyna, I can't go with..." Derrick whispered, gesturing towards his very erect cock.

"Oh? Why not? It'll help you to harness that male energy," she smiled, and touched her lips to the side of his firmness, a sensation that immediately made Derrick groan. "...not to mention you look sexy like that."

Derrick mumbled out a weak protest, but he didn't really have any time to let his cock soften again, and so he left the hut with a proud erection bobbing with each step, and his cheeks a crimson red that shone clearly even though his dark brown fur.

Once again, the fact that nobody really cared was even more jarring than the fact that he was naked to begin with. It would take time, certainly, to internalize that nudity and even lust were perfectly acceptable to display, here.

He and Alyna followed the elder along a small path, and they were joined by a few of the villagers, no doubt wanting to see if the newcomer would become one of them. Other than the two cocky young men he'd met when he arrived, everyone else seemed curious or even excited, and he heard some of them talk behind him. Unfortunately, he still didn't know enough to tell what they were saying, though he recognized the word for otter by now.

Every now and then, the elder stopped to pluck a sweet-smelling jungle flower, all of which she gathered in a basket.

"Derrick. I_heard_ you'd arrived here again," he heard a masculine voice beside him, and turned around to see the shaman that he'd met alongside Alyna. He was smiling, broadly. "I wasn't expecting it. Most young men aren't so eager to grow large families, even here."

"I'm- uh..." Derrick stuttered, suddenly finding himself rather tongue-tied.

"No need to say anything. It's only natural to wish to be with your love. Were I your age..." he smiled. "Just remember to breathe. The ritual is challenging but doable."

The ritual was to take place at the nearby lake. It was the very same one that Derrick has passed, and very nearly fallen into. At the bottom of it, the elder explained in both a language Derrick could understand, and her own, was a bed of freshwater clams. His task was to dive in and fetch one without surfacing. Nobody specified how deep it was, but given that the tribe had plenty of members, it couldn't be unmanageable.

Derrick considered his advantages and disadvantages. The trial seemed easy enough; dive in, find a clam, and then return with it. It probably wasn't meant for tribe members to fail. On one hand, he was an otter, and as such, a naturally good swimmer. On the other hand, while Derrick was fairly well-trained and in shape, he had never practiced diving before, nor holding his breath beyond the occasional intense orgasms which left him unable to quite breathe.

He stood there, completely naked, just at the precipice of the lake, with a few other tribe members having gathered to watch him; mostly women, though a few men had come as well. He still felt a little awkward about it, but most of the watchers were naked themselves, except for a few that were wearing loincloths. The difference was that Derrick was still hard after Alyna's teasing. He looked down at the lake, instead.

Was this really what he wanted? He looked towards Alyna and realized that it was. His old life seemed distant, and it'd only been a few days. Out here, everything felt so much more vivid, so much more alive. He'd adapt, if he managed to overcome the trial before him.

"When you are ready, Derrick, dive," the elder spoke. She upended the basket above the waters, letting the flowers she's gathered fall in a rain of colour, perhaps as an offering to the lake itself.

Derrick took a deep breath, and then a few more in rapid succession, remembering the "training" he'd done with the shaman when he first arrived at the hot springs, focusing on hyperoxygenating his blood as much as possible. One moment he was on the cliff, and the next he was falling towards the water, streamlining his body as much as he could. And then he was beneath the surface. The sounds of the jungle and the tribe chattering as they watched him all faded away as the cold water engulfed him. He forced his eyes open, relying on his nature as an otter to guide him. Using his tail, he propelled himself downwards, trying to look for anything that looked like a clam. The surface was littered with rocks and weeds, which made the challenge much harder.

A few seconds passed, then a dozen. Derrick could start feeling his oxygen run out. A growing anxiety over failure only made him burn up more of it. He wouldn't make it.

Then, though, he felt a warm hand touch his shoulder. In the water, he saw the blurry outline of a woman, and he recognized her as the one who'd come to Alyna's hut last night; the one who'd ridden him. She had, it seemed, snuck here before the others to help him, perhaps as thanks for letting him play with her. Was it cheating? Maybe - but then again, the challenge was to become part of the tribe, and her help meant at least she had fully accepted him.

She held some kind of inflated bladder against Derrick's mouth, and he carefully inhaled, breathing in a lungful of fresh, energizing oxygen. It wasn't much, but it'd would offer him a few more precious seconds to spot his quarry. There - half-buried in the muck at the bottom - there was something white sticking out. A few bubbles rose from it.

Derrick dug his claws into it and yanked as hard as he could, pushing off a sunken log for leverage, and with a mute snap, the clam came free. He had no time to stop to admire his prize, though; once again he was slowly running out of air, and so he swam upwards as fast as he could, ignoring the unpleasant pressure in his ears.

With a desperate final push, he breached the surface, gasping for air and still managing to hold the clam aloft so everyone at the shore could see him. Cheers erupted from the crowd. He had made it.

Derrick swam to the shore, and the moment he neared it, the watchers - who had all moved to the shallow portion of the lake - embraced him, almost as one, despite being dripping wet. The elder took the clam, inspected it, nodded approvingly, and then tossed it back to into the lake.

"For the next one," she smiled, upon seeing Derrick's confused expression. Evidently, it was only a symbolic thing, though the giant otter couldn't help but feel frustrated, having grown curious as to how a clam the size of his head would taste.

The following evening was a feast regardless, with cured and fresh fish, wood-seared and smoked meat, exotic fruit in enormous baskets, and a plethora of strange, fermented drinks made of those fruits; a party dedicated to welcoming him to the tribe. It went on all day, and Derrick sampled everything eagerly, from drinks that he'd never imagined existing, to fish he'd never heard of, and some of it he found rather delicious. That wasn't all he sampled, of course; every now and then, a tribeswoman wanted him to sample them, instead, wishing to welcome the newest member in a shamelessly intimate way. Derrick, lightly intoxicated by that point, found them even more delicious than the foods.

The most surprising fact was something the shaman told him over a cup of fruity, lightly alcoholic drink; Derrick wasn't, he was told, the first to have joined the tribe this way, though the last one had been hundreds of years ago. Though the tribe was welcoming as always, most didn't want to leave their past lives behind the way Derrick had. He didn't elaborate on who the other had been, but Derrick got the feeling that it might've been one of his or Alyna's ancestors given the shaman's strangely playful way of phrasing it.

Over the coming weeks, he adapted to his new life, even learning the basics of the tribe's language. All shyness would eventually fade away until walking around naked or with a loincloth was second nature, as was the welcome part of freely mating with any tribeswoman in need. Most of his attention, though, was focused on Alyna and Eron. The little thing, his eyes the same steely blue as Derrick's own, was already fairly energetic, and no doubt he'd soon be constantly bothering the both of them, as well as the rest of the tribe, who took care of him when Derrick and Alyna were out hunting or gathering food.

It made him wonder why it wasn't done that way in the city; with the elders taking care of the young, the parents had more time to do everything else.

One day, he caught a whiff of that tangy scent of heat again when in his hut with Alyna. Though he tried to take her right then and there, she had a different plan; they'd relive their first meeting in the steam caves by the springs. The thought instantly had Derrick hard as rock, and they couldn't keep their hands off each other for a moment on the way there. Shameless, pure lust; her hands sneaking down to cup his heavy balls as in admiration and appreciation - knowing how potent her mate was - and him in turn stealing little squeezes of her breasts and rump, or a quick swipe over her clit to make her really moan.

He loved each of their matings, but when she was in heat, even the fantasy of it was enough to nearly make him cum, filling his mind with unstoppable urges to rut her and spill his seed as deep as he possibly could. She wanted it too, maybe more than him; out here, there was no shame in obeying those deep-set urges and instincts. Of unprotected mating that'd always lead to the same, wonderful conclusion.

As much as he'd wanted to simply pin Alyna down, though, she had decided that she wanted to be in control when in heat, and given the enthralling scent of her heat filling Derrick's nose with each deep, greedy breath, he wasn't too hard to convince. He would've done anything for her in that state, and so he lied down on that same stone slab, on which they'd conceived their first child. This time, there was no need for trickery; they both knew exactly what they wanted, as evidenced by the way he throbbed when she straddled him, and the slickness of her lust readily coated his shaft from tip to sheath.

She rubbed herself against the length of his cock eagerly. It was almost like a kiss, only far wetter than most, and more intimate. "Remember to focus on your breathing..." Alyna grinned, shivering as her clit touched against Derrick's manhood. "I want you to fill me to the brim," she continued, freely expressing her desires as she raised her hips and guided his cock towards her soaked folds. It took all of his self-control to not thrust upwards right then and there, the moment he felt that heat against him.

Her scent was overwhelming now, lingering in the air, advertising her fertility and all but begging for someone to satisfy her need to be bred. Derrick was proud to always be that someone. Slipping into the lustful trance once again, he wanted nothing more than to watch Alyna's belly swell with his young, over and over, as many times as she wanted.

And then he was inside her in one smooth, wet motion of her hips. The two lovers gasped in unison as his cock sank deep into her receptive body, her inner walls hugging him as if he was a part of her. Beyond the intensity of the sensation, there was a feeling of connection beyond merely pleasure; like they were merely an extension of each other, sharing every jolt and tingle of joy of their union.

She began riding him with slow, deliberate motions, rocking her hips in small sensual circles. A groan left Derrick's lips before he found that steady rhythm of breathing, the carnal concentration that'd hopefully let her pleasure herself on his cock for as long as she wanted. At least, until her own climax. Their mating felt even more intense, more sensual than it had the first time, and each shivered as they felt the other throb or clench. Slowly, her motions grew a little deeper, a little faster, a little more urgent, forcing his bare cock deep into her each time she sunk back down. It was bliss, pure and simple, and yet almost spiritual on another level. The natural joining of two animals seeking to breed, and yet, somehow an ineffable expression of their love for each other. The final commitment of him remaining in the village and making a new life with her.

Until then, maybe it'd been in doubt, in some buried part of his psyche, but Derrick knew that once he came inside her, they'd be together forever. They'd live here, in this near-paradise of a jungle, and they'd mate like rabbits. He'd keep her pregnant as often as she let her, always pumping his cum in the only place it truly belonged.

That was all in the future, though. For now, he was focused on that glowing, white-hot slickness caressing his cock, to the point that he was only aware of three things; Alyna's tightness squeezing down on him, her melodic little moans as she grew closer to an orgasm, and his own breathing. His balls felt swollen and ready, like he was already just on the edge, holding himself off it through sheer willpower, but if anything happened to distract him he'd cum instantly.

He'd fill her with his seed. And she'd conceive again. The thought of it all was still almost surreal, like he couldn't really believe he was doing it. As if he'd wake up any moment and find himself grinding against his mattress back in his apartment, the goddess astride him having been merely a dream the whole time.

None of that was the case, though. It just felt like a dream. By now he was throbbing wildly, leaking precum - and probably cum, too - inside her rather liberally. Their joining was a soaked mess of lust, and growing more so as Alyna approached her climax. Her breathing was sharp and ragged now, her motions urgent and needy as she impaled herself on his length over and over again, taking it deep into her with a look of determination in her eyes, both to reach her peak and to make Derrick fertilize her.

"I'm close," Alyna gasped, as if it needed saying. "P-please, cum with me- give me the gift of motherhood."

That was all the permission he needed. For a few more tantalizing moments, Derrick teetered on that sweet edge of release. He'd give her everything she wanted and then some. Just a few seconds longer.

Then he felt that first passionate clench around him. Alyna cried out in bliss, and he responded with every fibre of his being; he throbbed inside her, heavily, bucking and jerking against her quivering inner walls, and erupted in silvery ropes of cum, jetting hotly against her cervix. Through blazing, dazed pleasure, he could almost picture it all. A mental image of his seed doing its duty, making the beautiful otter a mother once again. Again and again he pulsed inside her, and her body clamped down on him in response, each rewarding the other - and themselves - for doing what their instincts demanded. He filled her to the brim, with every last sticky, virile drop of his cum, and she relished the sensation, grinding down against his throbbing member to ensure his offering stayed where it belonged.

Once their mutual climax ebbed, they collapsed into a warm, shivering pile, one atop the other, simply gazing into each other's half-lidded eyes, wallowing in shared bliss and losing track of time entirely until Alyna's hips began to slowly move again.

Sure enough, Derrick had come full circle since his mother had left the tribe. Maybe one day, one of his sons or daughters would do the same, but for the giant otter himself, he'd be happy here for the rest of his days, in Alyna's warm embrace, slowly becoming fluent in the local language and absorbing their strange, often lewd customs, until eventually he could barely remember having lived a different life at all.

And when he did, a quick glance at Alyna's swollen belly, or their many happy pups would bring him right back to his new home.