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"Someone's got to do it," said Grandmother Otter.

"Not me," said Sister Fourclaw, who lost one toe to a shark as a pup and so earned her name.

"Not me," said Loops, who loved to swim in circles to chase has own tail. He also liked to fart underwater and chase the bubbles, but no one wanted to call him Chases-Farts.

The three looked expectantly at Sleekfur, who by a quirk of genetics had fur that was short and sleek by sea otter standards. All four of them were of the large variety of otter occasionally found here or farther south. They dwarfed the other otters hereabouts and Shortfur was nearly ten feet long from whiskery muzzle to tailtip.

Sleekfur sighed. "He's not my friend. I'm as likely to get eaten if I wake him up as you are."

"You woke him up last time," Grandmother said. "You are still here."

Sleekfur grimaced. Someone had to do it. There were six of them in their colony yesterday. Last week there were ten. At the rate they were going they'd all be gone in a month, unless someone did something. They could take to the land, but they didn't know how to hunt there. They'd have to return to the sea to hunt, and that would take them right back to the danger.

"Someone has to do it," Sleekfur purred, and the others nodded.

Sleekfur left the shoreside den they'd used for shelter these last few days and hunkered down in the undergrowth. Out in the bay there was an island. This was where she must go, but she lay hidden and watched the water for half an hour.

She watched, knowing that sooner or later the danger must surface. When she was satisfied it was not between her and the island she slipped into the water.

Sleekfur was fast and agile in the water, for her breed of otter hunted fish and seal rather than shellfish like her smaller kin. She swam at her fastest pace, listening for any threat and surfacing only briefly to gasp in air. Thankfully she made it, and clambered up onto the rocky shore.

There were no seals on this shore, no sea lions. Nothing but seabirds that could fly away if danger arose. This island had a bad reputation for a reason.

Sleekfur lay on the rocks, recovering from her sprint across the bay. Now was the last chance to turn back. She sighed, sucked in a lungful of air and slipped back into the water. She spotted the sharp-sided rock that she used as a landmark, sank twenty feet below the waves and swam into an underwater cave.

She broke surface in near total darkness. A few rays of light from overhead cracks in the rock dimly illuminated a shaggy landscape. Everything here was covered in moss.

It was not moss. Sleekfur sucked in the overpowering musk that filled the air and coughed. Even to an otter, the scent here was strong, built up over who knew how long. Her grandmother knew of the dweller in the isle, and her grandmother before her, and her grandmother before that, going back who knew how many cycles.

Nearest her was a massive, webbed paw, half as long as she was nose to tailtip. Another was nearby, and another. Sleekfur didn't try to count them. She'd heard that the beast started life as a normal otter, then somehow grew a third set of legs, then a fourth and yet more as he continued to grow.

The dweller in the isle was curled around the central pool that led down to the sea, the only way in or out for anything larger than a mouse. In a ring around her were at least a dozen huge paws and a massive cylinder of tail twenty or more feet long.

Whiskers thick as a man's fingers protruded from behind the tail and the slow susurrance of breathing could be felt as much as heard. Brother Long was sunk into the deep, almost hibernative sleep in which he spent most of his days.

He would wake hungry, and unless she wanted to be his first meal she must assure he woke in a good mood. Sleekfur followed the row of paws down until she reached the last pair before the tail and crawled into the gap between them and the next set.

In the soft thick bellyfur she found a long ridge and rubbed it. An otter's penis is buried beneath its pelt when not needed, protected from cold water or brushing against sharp rocks. At the bottom of the sheath was a furry scrotum and she rubbed the ponderous bulge of balls before turning her attention back to his sheath.

A paw twitched above her as she stretched herself along his sheath, rubbing him with her belly and forepaws. A pink tip the size of her head appeared, then more of him as the sheath withdrew towards his balls.

Sleekfur paused. She would swear he was even bigger than the last time. The cock steaming on his belly fur was as long as she was and as thick as a human body.

The last time she woke Brother Long was due to a boat full of humans terrorizing the bay, shooting or spearing every animal they could find. Brother Long woke hungry and soon the boat, along with all the humans he could catch, were a bulge in his long leggy body.

One human escaped his attention, but not Sleekfur's. She found the man struggling in the cold water, grabbed him by the head and swallowed him whole. He was spared death by hypothermia, but didn't seem to appreciate his new otter-fur coat at all. She quite enjoyed the frantic but brief struggle beneath her fur.

Luckily for Sleekfur, this human was dressed in the native fashion, his clothing fashioned of animal pelts unlike the humans on the boat. His clothes dissolved with him and if any bits made it through her intact they didn't trouble her guts. It was the only human she'd eaten so far but she looked forward to meeting more.

So it was that she examined a colossal otter cock the size of her entire body and did not hesitate to open her maw for it. It was no thicker than a man and one of those had already made its way through her bowels. With a wriggle of her muzzle she engulfed the cock's bulbous head and swallowed.

An approving rumble arose from behind Brother Long's tail as her throat muscles squeezed and rolled over his cock. Sleekfur padded forward, jaws agape, and her thick neckfur stretched tight as a great bulge deformed her body. Three feet of Brother Long's cock disappeared into her maw, then three more, and the only reason she didn't swallow him to the balls was his tip meeting the bottom of her stomach.

The human curled up neatly in her stomach to await digestion but Brother Long's cock had an internal bone like any other otter's. When she had swallowed as much as she could Sleekfur began to rock forward and then back, letting his massive shaft partially emerge and then swallowing it again. Each time she pushed herself forward she swallowed with all her might, and throat muscles powerful enough to send an entire human into her belly gripped and pulled at the giant otter's cock.

Even sleeping, Brother Long reacted. The great length of his leggy body anchored him where he lay and he thrust instinctively into her maw. His hindmost set of paws twitched and she worried they would take a grip on her. If they did and he thrust with all his might she would be fatally impaled on his cock. Even an otter capable of swallowing a whole human has limits and his cock was just too long and too stiff to safely swallow all the way to his balls.

She was just able to reach them with her forepaws when she had him swallowed as far as she was able and she rubbed them each time she could reach. She felt them gradually tense up against his belly as Brother Long grew more aroused. When she saw them begin to twitch, she knew what was about to happen. Sleekfur wrapped her forelegs around the six-foot-long bulge in her throat and body and swallowed with all her might.

There was a long growl from somewhere behind the massive otter tail and the great cock pulsated in Sleekfur's gullet. The bulge of cocktip in her middle grew, swelling with each gush of hot semen that pulsed from Brother Long's cock. She reached out and rubbed his balls, which were just about the size of the bulge the curled-up human made in her belly, and let him spend himself inside her.

When he was done she padded backwards, disgorging his wet steaming cock and letting it slip back into its sheath. It left a sloshing bulge behind in her middle. She would not need to eat today. Even though most of the volume distending her belly was water, there were enough calories in the glutenous twenty-gallon wad to tide her over.

"Someone," came a purr so deep she felt it in her bones, "Wants a favor."

Sleekfur watched Brother Long's face appear from behind his tail. Seen from a distance, he looked like any other otter, with long whiskers, low-set ears and a broad muzzle full of sharp teeth. It was just that this otter was so huge he could snap her up, swallow her, and barely find her four-hundred-pound body worthy of a burp.

She on the other hand belched, full of sloshing otter cum and definitely rating it worth the burp.

The last time she saw Brother Long's face he was missing one ear and had deep scars across one eye, the product of a desperate and failed effort by the boat-humans to fend him off. The scars were gone now, as was the bulge in his body twenty men and their boat had made.

Brother Long wasn't like other otters, and not just in size. He could digest just about anything, as far as she knew, and he healed injuries rapidly and completely. He'd lost two legs to a massive shark once, but they were nearly grown back by the time the great shark's remains finished their trip through his bowels.

The drawback to his growth and healing powers was an endless appetite. Brother Long spent almost all his time sleeping because if he didn't, he would have to travel constantly to find food. He could strip the whole bay of everything worth swallowing in a few days of hunting.

Perhaps he had, in his youth. These days he mostly slept. Once in a while they woke him, but never eagerly. You didn't wake the dragon without a very good reason.

"Perhaps I was merely hungry," Sleekfur purred up at him, and licked away a strand of semen that gummed her whiskers together. "And wanted a liquid meal."

Brother Long chuckled. She felt the rumble in her bones.

"Softfur," he rumbled. "Wait, that was your mother, wasn't it. Sleekfur?"

"That's right," Sleekfur purred. "Is it true that you are still growing?"

His real name was a mystery. Maybe even he didn't remember it. They just called him Long. Some questions, though, he would answer.

"You didn't come here to ask that," he rumbled. "But yes."

There was a rustle and slap of paws as he roused himself, and a confusion of limbs as he padded in a circle around the central pool. He was so massive that he stretched one and a half times around it, his head curled around past his rump and looking at her past the second or third set of hind legs.

"Not so long ago I only went around this pool once," he rumbled. "I eat and I grow. In not too many otter generations, I will have to find a new den."

Her mother had come here to ask him a favor, before she was born, and her mother's mother too. He was far too large to mate with a female otter without killing her, but not too large for their elastic jaws. Thus they did him a favor, then asked for one. One day even the hungriest she-otter would be unable to get her jaws around his cock. For now, they always asked him for a favor the same way.

"Orcas," purred Sleekfur. "A pod of orcas has moved into the bay. For whatever reason, they aren't hunting seals and sea lions and dolphins. They hunt us. They ate my mother yesterday, and my cousin. In a week or so, there will be none of us left to ask you favors."

Brother Long shrugged a sinuous shrug that moved down his leggy body. "There will be more otters eventually. The orcas will leave, and other otters will take your place."

"They will," Sleekfur purred. "And you will sleep uninterrupted for who knows how many years. But a whole pod of orcas, half a dozen at least. That would make quite a bulge even in you."

"I could go right back to sleep," rumbled Brother Long. Then a great wash of pink tongue came out to bend his whiskers and slick down his chops with saliva. "But still. I liked Softfur, and I am hungry."

"I may have seen even a larger whale out at the edge of the bay," Sleekfur purred. "Bigger than the whole pod put together."

"Well then," Brother Long rumbled. He rose to his many paws. "If nothing else I could use a stretch. There isn't enough room in here to straighten out."

He ducked his head into the pool and slithered out of sight, one set of legs after another. Full bellied and lazy, Sleekfur nipped onto the fur of his tailtip and was carried along. She let go when they emerged from the underwater cave and before he could reach his full speed. With who knows how many webby paws paddling and his rudder tail to steer there was nothing that lived that could outrun him in the water. You just had to hope you were too small to attract his notice.

Still rushing forward with the momentum of his exit she curved her tail to turn and shot out of the water on the same flat stone as last time. She clambered to the highest point and watched from there. She would see more if she followed him, but that would bring her close to both orcas and Brother Long himself. Not a smart thing when he was hunting.

The first orca to meet Brother Long that day barely had time to realize what was happening before it was eaten. He was a twenty-five-foot-long orca bull swimming confidently through the water. Sensing a disturbance in the water he sent out a ping and was puzzled at the return. Something of an eccentric shape was approaching fast from ahead.

Even with the evidence of his senses he did not believe how big and fast the object was and his first indication that something awful was happening was the glint of ivory white from within a massive maw rushing towards him.

Though small by whale standards an orca is enormous compared to a sea otter or a true dolphin and there simply wasn't time to get out of the way. He was still coasting forward when the rapidly advancing maw took in his head.

Momentum slammed the two beasts together and five tons of orca bull slithered into the gullet waiting past the wide-open maw. He was briefly scraped by the many sharp teeth inside the monster otter's jaws and then his tail flagged the air as Brother Long heaved his head from the water. The otter snapped his jaws and swallowed and from her rock Sleekfur watched with great approval as the orca's tail flukes folded, slipped into the leggy otter's jaws and were gone.

Too much of Brother Long was beneath the waves to her to see the bulge move through his thick neck and down his body, but the orca bull perceived it just fine. It was still staring in consternation at the wet flesh sliding past its eyes when it pushed through a fleshy valve and slithered into a lengthy stomach.

Something had eaten him! Accustomed to being on the outside in confrontations like this and not liking the sting of gastric juices on its hide at all, the orca bull tried to squirm free of this trap. It was quickly evident to it that there would be no escape. It could feet the ribs stretched around its body like a cage and feel the bulge it made in the mysterious predator's long body, but however much he wriggled and thrashed, all it accomplished was to make the predator twitch as though in sympathy.

There was no sympathy to be had. Wrapped in flesh that held his jaws shut so he couldn't even bite the mysterious predator, all the orca could do was squirm as the stomach acids flowed in.

Brother Long swam past Sleekfur's perch, belched massively for her entertainment, then sank beneath the waves to resume the hunt.

The second orca had more time to realize what was happening. It would have been better for it to die quickly.

This was an orca cow several feet shorter and a ton lighter than the bull in Brother Long's stomach and she too sensed something approaching fast through the water. Her eyes went wide underwater when a despairing squeal emerged from inside the approaching creature. It was the squeal of her mate the bull and it was all the warning she needed to turn and sprint away through the water.

Not nearly fast enough. Brother Long swam up beside her, wrapped a dozen webby paws around her and clasped her close to his long body. Her head broke the surface and Sleekfur heard her shriek.

Sleekfur never heard an orca scream before but she knew why this one did. He couldn't see what was happening under the water but the movements of the waves showed how Brother Long undulated his lower body to mount the orca cow.

An orca calf is almost as long and heavy as Brother Long's cock but the sudden entry of his shaft drove an agonized shriek out of her. It didn't flex the way the calf would and she had no control over how deep it went. Brother Long forced himself in until his balls were against his unwilling lover, then set to thrusting.

If this happened to Sleekfur she would die instantly, impaled on too much otter cock. The orca cow survived, bruised and wounded inside, until Brother Long lifted his muzzle from the water and let out a rattling growl. The orca cow let out a piteous whimper as she was pumped full of otter cum.

The whine was cut off as Brother Long bent his muzzle downward and opened his jaws for her head. This time Sleekfur saw the entire feeding, as the two were on the surface. Brother Long held the orca cow's lower body in place as he swallowed her head. With a long slide of his jaws he engulfed her forward flippers, lifted his meal from the water and let gravity send four tons of orca cow down his throat.

Sleekfur watched the orca cow's bloody sex disappear into the massive otter's maw, then the last few feet of her body, and finally the flukes folded and became part of the bulge moving through Brother Long's thick neck. The leggy otter snapped his jaws shut, swallowed, and licked his chops.

Sleekfur waved happily from the rocks. Brother Long grinned toothily at her, waved a webby paw and disappeared beneath the waves.

Both of the orcas, able to hold their breath for long periods, were still alive in his stomach. One wounded but still strong, one barely wriggling in its last moments of life. He rose once more to the surface and Sleekfur pointed across the bay, pointing out the shape of a distant orca back fin. Brother Long nodded, rewarded her with a belch, and set off in that direction.

Orcas were no challenge. Even with two bulging his stomach his many paws carried him far faster through the water than they could swim. Another adult orca cow passed within reach of his senses and he happily molested this one too before swallowing her whole. His urges built up as a slept and they were the unwilling vehicles for his release.

A young orca bull had the good sense to bolt away the instant it sensed him but even slowed by the three in his stomach he was too fast. he came up from behind, got its flukes in his mouth and pitilessly gulped it down.

The last thing the bull saw before things went all dark and fleshy was the sea, past a set of jagged otter fangs closing in front of its nose. Brother Long swallowed his fourth orca of the day, belched contentedly, and considered what to do next.

The orcas were stretched out in his gut, two side by side down at the bottom and two just in front of that. They did not occupy the whole length of his long stomach nor strain its elasticity. For all their mass the pod of orcas was not a filling meal. Barely enough to tide him over for a year or so of sleeping and perhaps fuel the growth of another set of legs.

Brother Long undulated in the water, squeezing out the last bubbles of air inside him to make room for freely flowing stomach acids. Several of the orcas were barely clinging to life and the exit of the air was a mercy. They were slowly dissolving alive and the sooner they succumbed the better off they would be. There was no future for them save a trip through his bowels and they knew it.

He found another jut of rock, smaller than his own, and dragged himself out for a rest. He was ten miles from his lair and he hadn't sensed another orca for half an hour. It was likely he'd eaten the entire pod. Orca pods could have three generations of whales and he'd eaten the older pair and their children. Maybe this pod only had the two generations.

He could return to his lair, having accomplished the task Sleekfur requested of him, but he hadn't been out of his lair for years. When he did emerge he ate until he was gorged and he wasn't there yet. He lay on the rock and considered.

There was an elephant seal rookery that had probably recovered from his last visit. That seemed more productive than combing the sea for more worthwhile prey.

Just then a dolphin beak appeared from the water beneath him. Inky cetacean eyes blinked up at him.

"You ate four orcas," it chittered. "There are two more further out, and a single bigger whale they are following. The ones in your stomach were going to help hunt it later."

Brother Long eyed the dolphin below him. Another appeared nearby. They were of the smaller species, each no larger than Sleekfur. He considered chasing them down and eating them nevertheless.

"Why are you telling me this," he rumbled down at them. "I don't know you."

"They are eating us," chittered the larger dolphin. "And the otters. We have heard of you, you like big meals and you sleep a lot. We would rather have you full of orcas than orcas full of us. You at least don't hunt often."

"Hm," purred Brother Long. Enlightened self interest, just like Sleekfur.

"I will go look for the orcas, but you will owe me a favor," he purred.

Brother Long had played with dolphins before. These were of the smaller sort, but he expected at least the larger one could open its beak wide enough. A surprising amount of the local wildlife could swallow a human and that meant they could manage at least his tip.

"All right," the larger dolphin chittered.

He went centipede-fashion back down the rocks and into the water, The dolphins likely didn't realize how fast he was or they would have fled as soon as the deal was made. For the moment, they were beneath his notice.

He did not have echolocation but his great spread of whiskers served a similar function, sensing vibrations in the water or the tiniest change in the currents. Some distance ahead he sensed two forms larger than the dolphins and as he drew closer he perceived a mother orca and a half-grown calf. It seemed he had not devoured the younger generation yet after all.

Somehow the orca cow knew what had happened to her pod mates. Maybe she could "see" them through his belly wall with her sonar. She took one look in his direction and fled. He set off in pursuit and his many webbed paws carried him along too fast to outrun. In moments two more orca would be in his belly. Snap up the calf first so he'd be free to molest her without fear of it escaping. That was the way to go.

The cow sensed she couldn't outrun him and she turned, the calf cowering behind her. The shape of an orca's back fin is the simplest way to tell the sexes apart and these were both females.

"Please," she whistled. "Spare my calf at least."

The dolphins cackled behind Brother Long. They didn't seem inclined to spare anyone, and understandably so. Sleekfur would likely feel the same way.

"Now you know what it is like to be hunted," the smaller one chittered.

"And soon you will join your pod-mates in his stomach," chittered the larger.

"Shut up," growled Brother Long. He considered the situation. She was a smallish cow and even alongside her calf wouldn't add much to the meals he'd already taken. And if he ate all of them, he might one day simply run out. It was good to leave a few females to replenish the species.

"I will spare you both," he growled, and the dolphins were smart enough to keep their beaks shut behind him. "But when you find a new pod, you will tell them to stay away from here. And you will tell others too. This," he swept a paw to indicate the bay behind him. "Is mine. Any orca who comes into my bay will be my prey."

Brother Long rather liked orcas. They made fine meals, and their cows a pleasantly tight fit around his cock. But he couldn't let them roam the bay unless they changed their habits.

It was sentiment, really. He was as far above the local otters as the orcas were above the dolphins, but he still felt a certain fondness for them. The fewer were the local orcas, the more otters there would be, and that meant that from time to time a sweet-smelling otter bitch would be by to swallow his cock. That was his favorite thing to wake up to, and so it behooved him to be a bit protective of his relatives.

"Enlightened self interest," Brother Long muttered, and nodded to the orca cow. She nodded back and departed in frantic haste with her calf, hoping he wouldn't change his mind.

"Now," he purred to the dolphins, who still hovered nearby. "Your orca problem is solved. Where is this other whale you talked about?"

The dolphins hadn't lied. The currents told Brother Long the story and ahead he sensed a far bulkier prize than the orcas. The whale was at least twice as long as the big orca bull dissolving in his stomach and was so broad in the beam it weighed far more than the entire orca pod put together. White bumps on its forward body resembled barnacle growths.

By comparison Brother Long was a slender, almost serpentine creature, and it was as a serpent that he struck. The slow-moving whale sensed his approach and began to turn, but before it knew what was happening it found an otter maw wrapped around its snout.

The orcas had not been challenging prey and neither was this whale, except in its bulk. Tiny, deep set eyes looked around in a panic as Brother Long began to ratchet his jaws forward, twisting his muzzle to work one side over a bit more whale, then the other.

The whale was heavier than he was but it was slow and bulky. All it could do was thrash its flukes in protest as his jaws expanded over it. He had to stretch his maw to its limits but one tiny whale eye disappeared beneath his stretched cheek fur, then the other. He clung to the whale with his many paws, bent his muzzle back toward it and gradually swallowed it alive.

When he had it eaten to the foreflippers and a massive bulge stretched his neckfur thin, his swallowing muscles finally came into play. A great contraction in his gullet helped ease it deeper and he rolled over, lifting his nose out of the water for a breath before continuing his meal.

The dolphins watched in awe as the great streamlined bulge of whale moved down his long leggy body. It weighed more than he did but when he stretched his muzzle forward there was nothing left but a dozen feet of lower body and a broad set of flukes.

The massive bulge in his body squirmed in slow motion as the whale tried to escape. Its head was in the long cavity of his stomach, sloshing with gastric juices as he digested the orca pod, and the waiting acid was not kind to the arriving whale. Brother Long swallowed with all his might, curving his neck into an ess to help force the whale deeper, and the great flukes folded and slipped into his maw.

"Wow," chittered one of the dolphins, for much of Brother Long's lengthy body had assumed the shape of his meal. The bulges of four orcas swelled out of his fur further down but almost his whole leggy body save his neck and tail was distended into a long oval shape of swallowed whale. It was still alive and still struggling, and Brother Long wriggled involuntarily as a hundred tons of whale expressed its displeasure at its situation.

"Now I am full," Brother Long rumbled, and the dolphins nodded helplessly in agreement. The monstrous otterpede had swallowed at least his weight in just this one meal, not even counting the orcas.

"I will collect my favor later," he purred. "Don't forget it."

"We won't," chittered the dolphins, anxious to stay on his good side and thus not end up in his insides. They'd gotten what they wanted and disappeared into the dark water as Brother Long turned for home.

A hundred tons of baleen whale bulged him all out of shape but it was streamlined, so the bulge was too. His many legs still worked and he paddled awkwardly along, still fast but far less maneuverable. Unable to bend in his normal sinuous way due to the swallowed whale he would be vulnerable to even a single orca. Fortunately the only orcas hereabouts were crushed between a baleen whale's snout and the wall of his stomach, not to mention softening in a bath of stomach juices. There would be no need to wastefully regurgitate his meals in order to defend himself.

Soon enough he reached his lair, or the island that housed it. As he paddled up he found Sleekfur staring down at him from the rocks. Astonished at the state of him, she said nothing as he pulled himself up onto a rocky shelf just beneath the waves.

The great swell of his body drew her eye, distended around the swallowed whale and with the bulges of four orcas further down.

"You won't fit in your door like that," she purred. "You'll get stuck."

"Couldn't curl up in there like this anyway," Brother Long purred back. "I'll have to lie here until at least the big one softens. Plus, it'll save me trips out here to relieve myself."

Sleekfur nodded. "Is that four orcas I see there under your fur?"

"It is," Brother Long growled, and let out a great belch as the baleen whale finally succumbed to his gut and exhaled its long-held breath. "I let two smaller ones go with the agreement that they will warn others away."

"As long as they are gone," Sleekfur purred, and made her way down the rocks. "I didn't expect you to really eat the big whale I heard about."

"I woke up hungry," Brother Long growled, and burped again. "Now I am not. Four orcas wasn't enough."

Sleekfur nodded. The whale just had the misfortune of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Now it lay in Brother Long's stomach. Better a whale than a whole beach full of seals.

"Did you rape the big one?" She purred, and poked his swollen belly with a forepaw. The fur was stretched as tight as a drumhead.

"Just two orca cows," Brother Long growled. "The orca bulges would have been in the way."

"Well, if you're not too tired..." Sleekfur purred, and stroked a paw along the long ridge of sheath between his last two sets of legs. It was stretched along the valley between two orca faces, which amused her greatly.

"I suppose I could cling to wakefulness a little longer before I sleep off this meal," rumbled Brother Long, and watched as his sheath pulled back. Fast as his cock slid forth it disappeared into Sleekfur's gullet. The two hours he took to hunt down the orcas was enough time to digest his last load. Soon he'd make her bulge again.

There would come a time when he was so large that other otters would be impossible to interact with like this. Maybe then it'd be time to make friends with orcas rather than chasing them off or eating them. They could yawn wider than Sleekfur. And when he grew too big even for orcas, where could go then?

For now, though, even the monster of the island still had an otter friend or two, and one of them was swallowing his cock.