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Josh had just left work and was walking home in pouring rain. It'd been sunny when he left, so he hadn't thought of bringing an umbrella, a decision he now greatly regretted despite there not having been any way for him to foresee it. Ah, it was how life went, wasn't it? Getting soaked sucked, but it wasn't the end of the world. A little more frustrating was how all of his limbs ached after a long day at the foundry. It was rough, hard work, but at least it paid well, and thankfully he was young, fit, and strong enough to do it. For now, at least. Eventually, he figured, he'd probably need to move to something less physical.

The streets were empty except for the occasional passing car. Nobody wanted to go outside in weather like this, and he couldn't blame them. Though it was spring, the air was still cold, and this early on, the afternoons still got dark quickly. On a whim, after a few minutes of feeling the rain fall over him, he decided that he'd take the bus instead. It'd actually be slower, but at least he wouldn't have to deal with the constant, miserable downpour. That was, though he didn't know it yet, a chance decision that'd change his entire life.

The bus stop glowed like a beacon in the rain, well-lit as it was with advertisements. Hopefully, it'd be relatively dry as well. When Josh reached it, though, he spotted something – no, some_one_ – laying on the bench inside. An otter. A female otter, going by the curves. A little younger than him. He'd seen anthropomorphic animals, or “furries", aplenty, of course, they were a fairly common sight in this city, but he'd never seen one look this abjectly miserable.

“Hey, are you alright?" he asked, and the otter only slowly sat up, looking at him with a certain, healthy degree of suspicion, her whiskers twitching as she quickly tried to decide if Josh was a threat or not. “What are you doing here all alone?"

“…my parents kicked me out," she finally sighed.

Oh, yes. Josh had heard about that. Wild animals usually chased away their young when they'd reached adulthood. Furries normally didn't, but in every community you had a certain amount of people who refused to get with the times. It made his blood boil, regardless of what species did it. He couldn't imagine abandoning anyone in the cold and rain like this, much less his child. At that point, tradition could screw itself. He'd had to stay at a shelter himself once, and even that had been miserable. Seeing the otter trying to sleep at a bus stop nearly broke his heart.

She was cute, too. Downright adorable, with the curious – if tired – look in her blue eyes, the thick tail curled protectively around her, and rich brown fur that he knew would be beautiful if dried and given a brushing.

“God, that sucks," Josh replied. “Do you want to, eh, don't take this the wrong way, but if you need a place to stay you could stay at mine for a little bit," he offered, choosing his words very carefully to avoid creeping the young ottergirl out.

She gave a little squeak, visibly thinking about his offer. Eventually, she nodded. “Okay. I guess it'd be better than sleeping here… if it's not too much trouble," she replied, still rather hesitant.

“Oh no, it's not a problem at all. And I bought way too much chicken anyway, it'll just go bad if I'm the only one eating," Josh said. That was a lie, but he couldn't bear the thought of the poor otter being not only wet and cold but also hungry, he'd happily share what he had. It wasn't like it was expensive for him with a steady job.

The otter licked her lips. She looked so skinny that Josh wasn't surprised she liked the idea of getting a meal or two. “What's your name?"

“Tessa," she replied. “…no last name, we don't really… do those."

“Aw. I'm Josh. Well, let's get you out of the rain, first of all," Josh said, and just then he heard the bus approach. He motioned towards it, and the otter stood up, shivering a little. God, she was barely wearing anything either; a worn top that barely covered her chest, and a ragged pair of jeans.

He paid for two tickets. The driver cast a suspicious glance at the soaked otter, but Josh shot him an angry glare in turn and he quickly returned to his job. If there was one thing worse than bizarre traditionalists who'd abandon their young, it was these people who looked down on furries. They were just as sentient as humans, and as far as Josh was concerned, much cuter.

…sexier, too, though he made a pointed effort to not think of Tessa that way. Maybe eventually he would, but right now he only wanted to take care of her. He'd just have to make sure to hide a couple of magazines when they got home so she didn't get the wrong idea.

The bus ride was spent in half awkward silence. They didn't really know each other yet, and as such, making conversation was difficult. The last thing Josh wanted to do was prod her more about why her parents had kicked her out, or even remind her of that unfortunate fact. At least it was only a few stops; soon, they got off, and from there, Josh's home was only a minute or so away.

He walked, and Tessa followed him closely. The rain, thankfully, showed enough mercy to let up for a brief moment. His shoes were already soaked, and she was visibly wet, but at least it wouldn't get any worse. Finally, they arrived at his place. A modest little house in the suburbs, with a porch-light that he never turned off. It just made coming home so much cozier, even if he lived alone.

Josh opened the door and let Tessa in first. He quickly grabbed a towel from the bathroom – then, remembering that she had quite a lot of fur to dry, grabbed another – and handed them over to the otter, who quickly went to work drying herself off.

“Just have a seat or whatever, the sofa's all yours," Josh offered. “I'll make some food. Chicken soup sound good?"

Tessa nodded eagerly, already looking a lot more comfortable with the warmth of his home seemingly revitalizing her, dutifully rubbing every inch of herself dry with the towels. Josh, for his part, went to the kitchen and started preparing food.

Once the soup was done, he returned to the living room to find her rolling all over his couch. It looked rather adorable, though he'd probably have to get the couch cleaned given how oily otter fur usually was. Then again, she didn't smell bad at all. Kind of a clean animalistic musk, a little floral and gently feminine.

She froze and stared at him when she realized she'd been seen, but it didn't take long for her to forget all about that slight awkwardness when presented with food. Tessa dove into it with gusto, absolutely wolfing down spoon after spoon of the soup to the point that Josh was afraid she might choke on it. The poor thing must've not eaten for days, he figured, just watching as he slowly ate his own portion, not wanting to interrupt her. She wanted seconds too, which he was all too happy to provide, before finally being sated by the time her belly was visibly bulging from how much she'd eaten.

Tessa thanked him in a squeaky voice, then yawned, and promptly curled up on the sofa, still dressed in her damp clothes. Ah, well. She'd be fine. Otters were supposed to get wet, anyway. What seemed like only seconds later she was fast asleep, clearly very much enjoying having something soft to snooze on once again.

She'd made quite a mess, but somehow Josh just couldn't blame her. She was an otter, and besides, he remembered making quite a few messes of various kinds himself. And to top it off, he'd explicitly invited her, too.

What he couldn't help but wonder about was why she'd been kicked out, exactly. He'd only assumed that it was traditionalist animal behaviour, but he couldn't actually know. As he did the dishes and wondered about it, her scent lingered in his nose. There was something that registered only as interesting to it, something that he couldn't quite place, but he certainly didn't want to wake Tessa up to ask. Besides, it seemed weird, anyway. He could only imagine how he'd react if someone asked about his smell.

He shook his head, finished up the dishes, and headed to bed. Tomorrow would be a new day. He had no idea how long Tessa would need to stay before getting back up on her feet, but he was fine with it either way. Eventually, he fell into rather restless sleep himself, dreaming of a whole group of otters playing, nipping, and climbing all over him. It felt so realistic he was half surprised when he woke up and Tessa wasn't on top of him. Probably just his mind trying to make sense of how things had gone, he figured.

As for the otter, she was up already by the time Josh's alarm went off, signalling the start of another workday. As he'd quickly discover, she was also naked. Like most men he was entirely fine with seeing a naked woman, furry or not, but it was still a shock for him to find her lounging over the back of the sofa like a wet noodle with her perky breasts hanging out freely. She squeaked upon seeing him. Ah, it wasn't as if Josh himself didn't walk around naked at home when alone – sometimes, at least – but he was rather used to keeping his clothes on when he had company over.

Then again, she looked rather beautiful like that. The fur over her breasts was a light, creamy brown, with a little bit of fluff on her belly that grew softer and more luxurious-looking the further down it went, culminating in a tuft just above her mound. Josh forced himself not to stare too much. Did he find her attractive? Yes, certainly. Very much so. He could feel his cock twitch at the sight of her nude form. But there was something a little off about staring at someone he'd just rescued off the street only yesterday, and he wasn't that kind of person.

Tessa looked almost disappointed when he told her he had to go to work again, and frankly speaking, he was, too. Josh would've much preferred to spend some time with his new friend, naked or not. At least it was almost weekend.

“But you can eat anything you feel like," he told her. “Don't worry, it's just cheap food. I can buy more on the way back if you're still hungry."

To that, she bounced off the couch to approach Josh. “Thank you," she chirped. “I could do something to help, here. Mm…"

She looked around, as if planning what she might be able to do. “No, no," Josh exclaimed. “Don't worry about it. I just want you to be alright. You could… I don't know, look for a home? A job?"

“I have a job," she grinned. “But it only starts when I have a home."

Oh, right. There was some friction between human and furry cultures, despite them living side by side, especially when it came to the traditionalists. He couldn't pretend to understand all of it, but as far as he knew, finding a home was something of a ritual for them. Some opted for human housing, but for those, you usually needed to have a job going already.

“What kind of job is it?" he asked.

“Oh, I will be a fisherman. Fisher_woman,_" she chirped, and then pressed her snout right against Josh's face, completely interrupting his train of thought. Her bristly whiskers tickled all over his cheek and neck. It was a show of affection, no doubt, halfway between a cat's headbutt and a friendly human peck on the cheek.

“Well, you can stay here until you've earned some money. Or earned a home. However that works…" Josh replied. He couldn't really pretend to understand how it worked, especially with how distracted he was suddenly getting by something. Her scent. God, she smelled just wonderful now that she was all dry. Homely, somehow; like a ferret, but a little more floral and fishy all at once. And so very interesting.

Josh felt the blood rush down to his loins again, cursing at himself for being such a horndog. He definitely didn't want to make Tessa feel uncomfortable or like he was trying to take advantage of her, and quickly excused himself to start getting ready for work, reassuring her that she was free to help with anything she felt like.

That day at the foundry, he was a little distant all day long, to the point that he jumped when suddenly approached by one of his co-workers. He got his job done, certainly, but his thoughts were constantly drawn to Tessa, back home. She just had a certain animal magnetism to her, and try as he might, his thoughts kept constantly returning to fucking her. Maybe he'd invite her to a restaurant. A seafood restaurant…

…he really had no idea how to court a furry. Maybe if he took her swimming, or bought her flowers? It couldn't be that different from humans, but it was different enough to really pique his interest. It was something about her enthralling scent.

Then, suddenly, it dawned on him. It might be that Tessa was in heat. That was certainly a thing that furry women went through. He just wasn't sure that he'd be receptive to the pheromones, but going by his reactions around her – particularly the way he'd almost instantly get hard as rock – maybe he was. Regardless, he forced himself to calm down a little. Even if she was in heat he'd certainly not try to force anything on her.

Unless she approached him first, of course. Josh pictured how nice her fuzzy, warm body would feel grinding against him. Rubbing that wonderful, half-bestial fragrance all over him. She'd straddle him, and then a slick wetness engulfing his-

Right, Josh, he admonished himself. Get the work done first. Then think about that stuff.

After another few hours with his nose to the proverbial grindstone – and the familiar walk back home, this time through a beautiful, sunny evening – he arrived home to the smell of fish. Not just fish, but a rich, mouth-watering aroma of sautéed vegetables and spices too.

The kitchen was an absolute mess. Everything was scattered all over. In the middle of it was Tessa, happily finishing up an enormous pot of what had to be fish stew, going by the delicious smell. The fact that she was still naked, idly wiggling as she stirred the pot, did wonders to make the mess seem a little less important. This time, Josh afforded himself the luxury of watching her for a little while. The way her breasts jiggled as she cooked. The shapely curve of her rump, perfectly accentuated by her thick, rudder-like tail slowly swaying back and forth. She squeak-hummed as she shook a bit more salt into the stew.

“Did I have that fish?" he asked, and Tessa squealed as the jumped in surprise.

“N-no, I went out to catch it," she gasped. “You startled me!"

"What, in the ocean? Where'd you get a rod?" Josh asked before realizing how stupid that question was and putting his palm against his face. She was an otter, and probably didn't need a rod. “Never mind that. It does smell delicious."

And so do you, he wanted to add, but held his tongue.

The food was delicious too. Josh had never had anything quite like it. Whatever fish Tessa had put into it was almost falling apart with how long she'd apparently boiled it. There were potatoes and vegetables, as well as what felt like fresh, crunchy kelp, and all of it came together with her spices in a way that left Josh eating almost like his new otter friend had, yesterday.

Tessa told him a little more about herself as they ate. Some details about how otters lived. To no great surprise there wasn't a grand difference between them and humans, when it came to interests. Some chose to live in human society, as Tessa had. Some, like her parents, preferred living outside of it. She, as she enthusiastically told Josh, loved some human ideas like nice dresses; normally, otters would dress in a more utilitarian way, to allow for easy dives when fishing.

Josh made a mental note of that. If she ended up staying here longer, he resolved to actually buy her a dress, if only to see how it hugged her curves. Not that Tessa seemed to be the slightest bit shy about being naked, either – she was naked right now, after all, perky breasts on full display – but that made staring at her a little more awkward somehow. Still, Josh was only a man. He couldn't resist his glance slipping down to get a good look at the otter. She looked so soft, with her creamy breasts and large, round nipples that stood out from the fur as if begging to be touched.

He'd looked before. Only this time, Tessa noticed.

“Oh? You like them?" she squeaked, giggling.

“Well, I think most men would," Josh replied, choking down the embarrassment. She wasn't shy about it, so there was no real point in him being so, either.

“Usually nobody wears bras where I'm from," she mused. “At most you might wrap your chest when you go fishing."

It seemed like a good idea to Josh. Not having to wear clothes was rather liberating, after all. Well, there might've been a selfish, horny aspect to it too. More pleasant things for him to look at. Then again, men's enjoyment of women's tits was nothing if not a universal constant.

“I can see why," he huffed, picturing how Tessa's tits wound bounce as she swam, or even dove. A familiar arousal stirred in him again.

Tessa had, it seemed, decided to tease him. She grasped her breasts with both webbed hands, and massaged them, grinning as she made sure Josh could see it. How she tweaked her nipples until they stiffened between her slender fingers, protruding between then. Josh felt himself stiffen, too, only far more so, and by now his attention was fully focused on the playful otter touching herself. “Mhm. They're just breasts, though," she smiled, seemingly delighted about Josh's flustered reaction.

And then she stopped, shrugging her shoulders with a cunning smile, and stood up as if she hadn't done anything at all. “Time to clean up, I think," she chirped, leaving Josh sitting there with his cock tenting the crotch of his pants. He wasn't entirely sure if his new otter friend even knew the effect she was having on him. She certainly didn't seem that naïve, but it was difficult to tell. At the very least, she seemed restless, and equally, her pleasant scent had only grown stronger since their first meeting, but whether that was due to horniness or not he couldn't quite tell, as he wasn't yet familiar enough with her body language.

Either way, she kept stealing little touches of him; a brush against him here, a few fingers caressing his arm or chest there. Almost certainly, she was flirting, but Josh could feel the weight of a long day at work starting to weigh down on him. He'd figure out something nice to do with her this weekend; maybe take her on a fishing trip. Or to the movies. Something cute and romantic. He gave her a brief smooch on the side of her muzzle as bedtime drew near, before wishing her a good night and heading to recover his strength for the next day.

Romantic and human as he was, Josh had misjudged what exactly the otter wanted. He was half asleep when he felt something warm snuggle up to him in bed. He didn't think much of it, everything felt like a dream anyway, so it didn't have to make sense. It was soft and comfortable and smelled wonderful. He felt someone grasp his stiff cock in that borderland between dream and reality, stroking and squeezing him lovingly, and his body naturally responded, instinctively thrusting into that sweet sensation.

Then that someone woke him up fully by accidentally stepping down on his belly as she straddled his hips. Thankfully she wasn't heavy at all, but still managed to make him wheeze when putting all of that weight right on top of him.

“T-tessa? What are you doing?" he asked, though it was obvious enough. She was naked as usual, of course, but this time with intent, straddled on top of him with his throbbing cock between her warm, soft fingers, rubbing his glans against herself, against that slick heat between her legs that made Josh twitch with an overwhelming desire to fuck her.

“Thanking you for helping me," she smiled. “…and we both want to mate. I wasn't sure if you did, but…"

She squeezed her breasts again, squashing them together softly. Well, that much was true, certainly, and apparently that strange display had been her testing if he was attracted to her or not. It almost sounded too good to be true; maybe he'd just missed her signals earlier. Or maybe she had expected that he'd act based on her fertile scent alone. Oh, it didn't matter. It felt like all the blood in Josh's body was rushing to his already engorged cock.

“Yes, I do, Tessa," he groaned, as she pressed his cock against her entrance, letting him feel not only that intense heat of her lips kissing it, but also her juices soaking him. She felt almost divine, so much warmer than a human would be, and at the same time, so much rougher and more eager. The claws on the other hand grazed his hips as she felt his muscles, as if appraising if he really was a good mate to satisfy her heat with. Gone was the shyness, drowned out by animalistic instincts that seemed to be in full control, now. Her grip on his cock tightened, and she nudged the swollen head into herself.

Indeed, she was in heat. For a split second, Josh wondered if they should use a condom, but then she lowered herself slowly onto him. The moment that incredible heat swallowed up his cock – her silky inner walls hugging every inch of him, squeezing so tightly that it threatened to squeeze the blood back out of his engorged shaft – any thoughts about protection quickly vanished from his mind. It wasn't as if she could get pregnant from him anyway, surely, and so he had no reason to hold back.

In spite of her animal nature, or perhaps because of it, she had a natural grace that harmonized beautifully with her bestial lust. Before she'd sunk all the way down on Josh, her hips were already gyrating, in smooth and fluid motions, as if swimming atop him. Josh could only groan, his hands grasping at her hips as she began to ride him properly, each rise and fall of her body taking his breath away in pleasured groans and stutters.

Their union, despite being between a human and a furry, felt so very natural. Her lusty scent was smearing all over him, both the musk and the alluring fragrance of her heat. Inch by inch, she slipped lower, taking more of him into herself. Soon, her soaked inner lips kissed his groin. He was all the way inside her, Josh realized, and he could feel her sex quiver around him. Briefly, Tessa made eye contact with him, and then she began to ride him in earnest, fully intent to get the human to plant his seed inside her just as her body demanded. Increasingly, his body demand the very same; Josh could already feel that familiar sweet tightness beginning to build in his balls.

Her breasts bounced with each motion in an almost hypnotic rhythm. His hands, when not holding onto those flared hips to meet her bucking and squirming with thrusts of his own, roamed every inch of her body, over her taut, flat belly. Over those beautiful tits, squeezing them with a passionate greed and delighting in how gently tweaking Tessa's nipples made her arch her back as she moaned out. Those sounds of lust were many; from dooks, chitters, and squeals – the joyful vocalizations of an otter-bitch in heat enjoying her mate – to more humanlike moans and whimpers of bliss. Her sex milked him firmly, and each time her body rose, her lips clung to his hard, veiny length as if already trying to draw him back into her, or perhaps emphasizing how she never wanted him to leave to begin with.

He was soon sounding like a beast too, rutting eagerly into her as her silken cunt massaged away all self-restraint, growling with pleasure each time he sank himself back into her fertile passage. The only thing he could even think of was pumping his seed into her, and in perfect unison, their bodies rocked and squirmed as they worked towards that inevitable, sticky conclusion. The natural conclusion to any animals mating, without as much as a thought of protection. Only Tessa mattered in that heated coital bliss. Only her swinging, jiggling breasts, her taut belly flexing with exertion as she rode him as if he were a wild stallion, the tight and needy milking squeezes and spasms around him, each drawing him closer to spilling his seed.

“I'm g- gonna-“ he snarled, not that he was going to do anything but fill her with his cum regardless. Giving a warning was more instinct than conscious. “God, you're so f-fucking tight… I can't-"

Josh couldn't finish his sentence before he was already jerking inside her. Pleasure surged through him as he reached his peak. His cum flooded into her in thick gushes and spurts as Josh's hips twitched in a vain attempt to get even deeper into her, grinding himself against the beautiful otter. She never stopped moving. Rather, she let out a breathy, satisfied sigh as she felt him start to throb in her depths, pushing down on him with renewed passion. She openly and shamelessly reveled in her body receiving exactly what it thirsted for, shuddering in pleasure which each rope of his rich seed splashing against her deepest recesses.

It was evidently enough to nudge Tessa over the edge of orgasm as well. Her voice was husky and breathless as she climaxed, her tail curling tightly around her hips as her body shook with immense pleasure and satisfaction, and her sex clamped down eagerly around Josh's cock. Each spasm of her muscles was like a vice squeezing him until he could barely think at all, from the pleasure of it. He groaned wordlessly and leaned back onto the pillow as he emptied himself deep within Tessa, offering the beautiful otter every drop of himself.

And then it was over. They both gasped for air at the same time, panting, flushed, and with Josh covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Tessa sat there, clearly enjoying the feeling of his cock buried deep inside her, the warm slickness of his seed filling her, as she looked into his eyes. He could see how pleased she was by what had just happened, and in that moment, Josh felt an overwhelming urge to kiss her. To wrap his arms around that adorable head of hers and pull her into a kiss, to taste her lips and feel her animalistic tongue against his own.

“Mm," Tessa churred. Her eyelids were drooping, and a warm, satisfied smile adorned her muzzle. “Thank you," she said.

With that, Tessa slowly lifted herself off of him, sitting back a little to rest on his thighs, and after a few more moments of smiling at him happily, rolled over and fell asleep almost immediately next to him, burying her face in the nape of his neck.

Josh stared at her almost jealously. If only he could fall asleep that quickly, and to sleep with such… intensity was perhaps not the right work, but she did look relaxed. Happy. Well-fucked, maybe, and totally limp against him. Equally, though, he felt an energetic pride over having given her such a satisfying orgasm.

He was relaxed, too. There was that question of if he could actually get her pregnant, half worry and half hope. Suddenly the realization set upon him. She was indeed in heat, wasn't she? That was why her parents had kicked her out… or maybe she'd left of her own volition to find a mate. Had she chosen him, then? Certainly his seed still filled her body, but whether that was simply the otter following the desire to satisfy her heat or the start of something more, he couldn't be certain.

The rest of the night was restless, once more. Josh was used to sleeping alone, and Tessa was an energetic sleeper, to say the least. Every now and then she'd turn around, and her heavy tail would slap Josh on the chest or stomach. Sometimes she'd squirm so vigorously, chasing whatever dream-fish she was after, that she nearly pushed him off the bed. He found it strangle adorable, somehow, despite the intense frustration of not being able to catch any sleep of his own.

At least it was the weekend, and the two of them would spend that weekend like all new couples did; mating like rabbits. Before Josh could wake up properly, Tessa was already atop him, her sodden pussy eagerly milking another fresh load out of him. After breakfast, he was on top of her in turn, rutting her from behind like an animal, seeding her once again. And at dinnertime, they made sweet, amorous and hungry love face to face, with her strong legs squeezing him tightly against herself even as his pulsing cock filled her with more of his eager little swimmers in great, strong gushes.

Certainly, he'd filled her with plenty of it to ensure a pregnancy, at least if she had been another human. Neither of them thought much about it, but her heat did seem to fade away a little earlier than either of them thought. Still, what regrets could they have about their budding, mismatched relationship? Every moment of it was far too pleasant and loving to worry about the future.