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Medical maladies had become his favorite pastime. Well, reading up on them, anyway--the Internet had a host of websites for him to peruse.

"Vaginismus," he said under his breath, eyes darting back and forth between the computer screen and his notebook, his handwriting an illegible scrawl. "Seems pretty painful." A minute later, he was taking notes on tetanus. He attempted to freehand draw the lockjaw patient in the characteristic arched back posture. "Fascinating." Another five minutes of frantic clicking later, he came across a particular series of painful uterine contractions. In his haste, however, he failed to notice they only occur close to childbirth . . .

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The chains, the bondage, were her way of forcing him out of his shell of anxiety, out of his recent, unwavering obsession with diseases. "Shush. Enough of this hemming and hawing," she said, stretching to emphasize her curved hips. "No more late-night Internet surfing. You have my permission to do whatever you want."

The otter, the same caramel-and-tan color as his wife, was on his knees. With his throbbing boner facing her, he sat in the space between her spread legs. "I'm just concerned I'll hurt you." The mattress shifted under him; the springs squealed plaintively, echoing her desire for his touch. He placed warm palms on her thighs. "It's just hard, you know."

"Oh, I can see it's hard all right." She licked her lips and glanced at him--a drop of pre had pooled at the piss slit. "If I weren't all tied up, I'd milk every single last drop out of you, stud." She dragged the tip of her tail up the shaft of his erection. "Is that turning you on? Yeah?"

Sure enough, his cock lurched the second she got to that sensitive bundle of nerves under the head of his cock. "Jeez, you're good at this." He reached over with twitching hands and massaged swollen nipples between hesitant fingers. "I read this is an erogenous zone." He smiled--his teasing, as tentative and as clumsy as he thought it was, made a wave of goose pimples travel up his wife's body.

"You're a natural," she whispered. "I'm an uncharted forest. Wanna explore?" She wiggled her cute, round butt. "_Maaaaaaybe_you can find a few secret spots. A cave. Wanna go spelunking, big boy?" She slow-blinked, letting her eyelashes beckon him.

Without saying a word, he began tracing his fingertips all over her body. Her chest, right below her tits. Her stomach, her innie navel, the eighteen-karat barbell piercing that clicked against his claws.

She closed her eyes and took in the warmth. "You're doing stuff to me," she said. "See? It's not so bad. You're making me feel like a million bucks." She lifted her butt an inch off the bed. "Wanna go a little lower?" A thin of line of juice coated her pussy lips. "You know you want to."

"I gotta confess, I'm a little scared." His fingers caressed the mild bump of her pelvic bone.

"Don't be. All you gotta do is--" She gasp-giggled, and, caught off guard, her ass sank back into the mattress. "Hey!"

"I'm sorry!" he said, blushing, a smile, half-embarrassed, half-impish, playing on his own lips. "Is that a sensitive area?" Again, he let the backs of his claws stroke that smooth, curved part of her flanks, where the dip in her waist was.

And again, she dissolved into helpless titters and squirmed away from the touch. "Yes! I'm ticklish there. You know that, silly." She shook her head in mock disappointment. "It's why I jumped a mile at senior prom. You kept putting your hands around my waist, and I kept telling you I was ticklish!"

"Was ticklish and are ticklish," he said softly. "You were Ms. Tickly Otter, and now you're Mrs. Tickly Otter."

"I'm also Mrs. Horny Otter right now." She craned her neck and locked eyes with his. "You gonna fix that?"

"I dunno," he said, scraping a hand through his hair tuft. "Can't it get awful sensitive down there? What if I accidentally end up scratching you with my claw or something?" Pre dribbled onto her, right between her sex and her belly button.

She rolled her eyes. "Tell you what, big guy. If you don't feel comfortable touching me directly, I got an idea." She motioned to the right by pointing her snout at the bedside table. "First drawer."

He climbed off the bed and did as instructed, brow knitted in hesitation all the while. "What is this?" he asked. He studied the wand vibrator, turning it left and right, rubbing his fingers against the coarse ball.

"Just a really good friend of mine." A bit of red went to her cheeks. "Plug it in. Lemme introduce you."

After the end of the contraption's extension cord sat nestled in an outlet, she told him to nudge it on. He flinched, startled, as the massaging head rumbled to life. "Oh, I know what this is!" he said. "A sex toy." He blushed ferociously. "I came across this while I was doing my research."

She tutted. "Screw research. That's all theory. What really counts is what happens in real life." The female otter, all five feet, four inches of her, scooted closer. "And this is as real as it gets," she said in a hypnotically salacious whisper, her stainless steel wrist restraints tinkling, stretched to capacity.

He gulped and nodded. "OK." He pressed the thrumming head into her pussy lips. "Is that good?"

She gasped and laid her head back. Closing her eyes, she focused on the pleasurable vibrations. "No, honey." She shook her head. "A little higher."

He complied and dragged it up . . . and stopped just short. "I overshot, didn't I? Want it a little lower?"

"Dude!" Her hands balled up in frustration. "My clit." She stared daggers at him. "Don't you spend all goddamn day reading up on diseases and anatomy and shit? You know most of us need to be touched there to get off." She scowled and angled her ass. Her toes splayed as she attempted to get the massager on her nub.

"I know! I swear I know this . . . I'm just concerned it'll be too sensitive." His gaze darted up and down his wife's stark naked body, trying to detect any signs of pain or discomfort. "OK. Well, what if I did this?" He began circling her hood. "Less of a risk." As far as he was concerned, it was a cautious, loving gesture.

But to her, it was aggravating beyond belief. "Holy shit!" She clenched her teeth, ass bucking. "You're teasing me! Dude, please, just hold it on my clit!" She stared at him, wide-eyed, wondering if he was just fucking with her . . . He had to be. No one could be _this_incompetent.

"I, I can't, babe. If I hurt you, I'd never be able to forgive myself."

She took a deep breath to let the wave of anger pass. No. He wasn't fucking with her--he really was this naïve. "Another idea." She smirked, eyeing his boner; it still throbbed in tandem with his heart. "Why don't you use it first?"

He raised an eyebrow at the juddering head. "Me? This also works on penises?"

"Mhm. I want to show you it doesn't hurt. In fact, quite the opposite. So just press your pecker against that part that's all jittery. Under the head, honey."

It took the fidgety otter three tries--twice he failed because of the slick pre coating the underside of his shaft; once because he was afraid he'd hurt himself, as if the vibrator would grow a set of sharp teeth and bite his cock off. On the fourth try, he finally got the vibrator whirring against the banjo string under his cock. "Oh, fuck!"

"Well, would you look at that? Someone's enjoying themselves, huh?"

"This is intense!" he said. A string of pre jetted out to land on her tits.

She laughed as the warm liquid teased a nipple. "Told you. It's real tingly and sharp and sooo good, isn't it?"

He nodded and closed his eyes. His thigh muscles and tendons flexed as he twerked his ass. "Is this what it usually feels like when you're having fun?"

"Yeah, honey, it is." With a twinkle in her eye, she admired his gyrating hips, his squeezing pecs. He was, after all, the man she'd decided to spend the rest of her life with, introverted or not. "Pay attention. It keeps on getting better and better," she said.

Behind him, his toes curled hard, making the soles of his feet wrinkle. "No kidding! I--"

"Gonna spew your baby batter? Yeah? Gonna shoot your load all over me?" she said in singsong. She smiled wide at his receding ballsack, at his tail, stiff as a board.

"Shit! Shit, shit, SHIT!" He grimaced. With his cockhead a blur thanks to the jackhammer vibrations, his entire manhood jerked. Warm seed in the form of thick, gooey strings shot out of his piss slit and coated her tits, tummy, thighs. "Ugh, fuck yeah! I'm cumming!" he grunted, red in the face, eyes zoned out, a broad, silly smile going from ear to ear.

She shuddered in vicarious ecstasy. "Well, looks like someone was pent up," she chirped, immediately bursting into laughter as two huge spurts landed on her face.

"Ooooh, yeah, yeah, shiiiiit." He grunted after his cock pulsed a couple of times to force out the last clear droplets of his orgasm. "Holy hell," he said, his eyes scanning her cum-soaked, naked body. "That was something."

"Told you." She did a little jig in place. A couple of spurts of cum that had pooled on her torso ran down her body to spot the white linen. "You made a mess. I gotta clean up now after we're done."

"Hey, it was your idea." His softening erection rested on her lower tummy.

"Fair point." She thrust her hips, the sweaty, semen-stained fur making a slapping noise against his junk.

He nodded, understanding. "All right, let's exorcise that horny devil out of you."

"Aaaaah." She squealed and jiggled her breasts--he'd, again, wedged it into her lips. "Honey, remember what I said. A li'l higher."

"You sure I won't hurt you?"

"Did you hurt your cock? You didn't, right? You'll make me feel so good, just like you did."

He took a deep breath and, with a flick of his wrist, found her clit. "Is that all right?"

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. "Oh, FUCK yes! Hold it right there, m'kay?" she said, melting into the mattress. "Finger-fuck me next time, but right now, this is sooo goooood." She gasped, giggled, and moaned softly to herself.

"That sounds like a plan," he said. He bent his neck and scrutinized her pussy. The light hot pink had morphed into a tantalizing burgundy. "I read this would happen as you got closer."

She smiled, eyes still closed in bliss. "What else did you read, Dr. Otter?" The tip of her tail twitched.

"That your pussy would get super wet. You're gushing." He wasn't one to exaggerate--indeed, a rivulet of juice ran down her lips and taint to pool around her butthole.

"You know, you spend so much time on those websites." A snicker wrapped in pleasure escaped her maw. "You shoulda gone to med school to become an ob-gyn."

"But then I wouldn't have time to make you feel good," he said over the monotonous hum of the massager. "I am making you feel good, right?"

She nodded. "You have no idea. It's amazing."

"That's good. That's all I care about."

"I am so gonna fuck your brains out after this."

"I dunno, your friend sure did a number on me. I'm drained!"

"Oh, you ain't seen nothing yet. Remember our honeymoon?" she said.

He nodded. "I couldn't stop cumming. You left a river on your way to the bathroom." His whiskers twitched at the thought. "Poor maid, though!"

She laughed out loud. "I felt so sorry for her. Was worth the ban, though." The smile melted off her face. "Speaking of cumming!" She moaned. Her nipples engorged and took on the same shade as her pussy lips. "Honey!" Her fingers gnarled. "I--" Webbed toes grasped warm, sex-filled air. "Yes, yes, yes!" Her back arched off the bed. "I'M GONNA, I'M GONNA FUCKING--"

"Vaginismus! Opisthotonus!"

She gasped shrilly and forced her head off the pillow. "NO! DON'T STOP!"

Her husband had his eyes narrowed on her glistening sex. In his paw, the vibrator purred idly against nothing; a thin line of pussy juice stretched between its whirring head and her soaked sex. "Your back arched! And your vagina . . . It clenched!"

"What the fuck are you talking about?!" she yelled, eyes impossibly wide. "Put it back, I was gonna have my orgasm!"

"I read about this stuff online. Your pussy squeezed up. I think you may have vaginismus," he said, attempting to placate her with a pat on her thigh with his hand. "And your body curved just like a tetanus patient when it gets real bad!"

She bucked his paw off. "Dude, no! I was right there! I don't have vaginism or whatever. Make me cum!" The otter pushed her pelvis off the bed with as much force as she could muster. "Come on!" She reached out with her tail, clumsily wagging it to try and coax the massager back into place.

He moved closer as his features softened. "It's OK, really. That's real understanding of you. Trying to make me feel better even if you were in pain," he said in a comforting tone. "But I don't want you to suffer anymore, all right?" The otter tapped his wife's clit with the vibrator. "Your lips, they closed up again! Your vaginismus is real bad."

"OH, FUCK!" Her body jerked off the mattress, and the entire bedframe bounced. "NO! Keep it right there! Please!"

"I wish I could, but whenever I touch you there, your vagina, it spasms." Another fleeting graze. "Shit! It clenched again. Now I really do wish I was an ob-gyn. I'd get rid of your vaginismus in a heartbeat!"

She shrieked and froze up. Her breasts shook. "You're driving me fucking insane! Just hold it there!" She gnashed her teeth and bucked. "I don't know what you're talking about, but I really need you to finish me off! For real!"

He shook his head. "Honey, I know you're trying to make me feel better. It's fine!" He flicked the vibrator off. "Tell you what, lemme look this up real quick on my phone."

She grunted like a woman possessed by a thousand archdemons. "I locked our phones in the safe down in the basement! It won't let you put the code in till midnight because I didn't want anyone bothering us." Her tail coiled up. She bit her lip and tried to angle it so its tip would rub her right there just that once. "Shiiiiit!" Alas, the appendage was too thick; its nub-shaped end flailed just out of reach, a millimeter away.

"That's right, you told me that this morning. OK, let me get on my laptop real quick."

"That thing's in the safe too. I was fucking tired of you coming home from work and pretending I didn't exist. Honey, I need you, and right now, I need to cum! Please!"

"But it's just like what I read and saw online! Your vaginal lips, they snap shut, and your body curves super hard! Babe, it's OK, you don't have to do this, I know you're in pain . . . If you admit it, I won't feel bad. It isn't anyone's fault."

"Look." She took a couple of deep breaths to gather her bearings. "Right before I have my orgasm, my pussy closes up, I guess. But when I actually cum, it throbs, right?" She nodded, hoping he'd understand. "It doesn't stay clenched, yeah? It opens and closes. Honey, I don't have vagi-vaginismus." Her eyes glistened in supplication. "You'll see when I cum. Please, you said my back arches? That's because you make me feel so good! I don't have tetanus, yeah? Just turn it back on and let me finish! Pretty please, honey, I'm real close!"

His eyebrows shot up, and his hand covered his maw. "Oh, no. Honey, it throbs? It opens and closes? You have contractions? It's worse than I thought. I read those can be super painful." He rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Brackston-Higgs contractions I think they're called? I'm sort of blanking on the proper name. I didn't know you had so many issues."

"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" she yelled at the top of her lungs. "Fuck what you read! I don't have fucking tetanus! I don't have fucking vagismus or whatever the cunt it's called! Just make me have my FUCKING ORGASM!" The last two words were a deep, guttural roar. "You already fucking spooged all over me, and now you're just gonna leave me hanging?"

"I'm going downstairs to use the housephone. I need to speak to Dr. Shortclaw." As he climbed off the bed, the tip of his flaccid cock grazed her clit.

The cruelly fleeting touch made her back arch into an exaggerated C-shape. "OH!" For the umpteenth time, her pussy lips snapped shut, relief, release, climax denied yet again.

"Oh no! I really had no clue you were in such pain, honey. I'll take care of this, OK? We'll take care of it." He marched to the door leading to the hallway.

"Don't leave! Just make me cum!" She thrashed and tugged on her bondage with all her might. "No! Don't you FUCKING_dare step out that door! I'm so, so, so, _so close! PLEASE!"

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The last time he saw her that night, she had a furious scowl framing her face. A second later, the bedroom door slammed shut. He sighed and hugged the pillow she'd unceremoniously thrust into his paws. No good deed goes unpunished, he thought.

Don't take it personally. He plodded down the stairs. She's in a ton of pain, so she's gonna do weird stuff. He shook his head and spread the blanket with obvious effort.

It never was easy to drape it over the living room sofa.