Lake Bliss
Rachel shrugged off the last of her clothing and kicked it to the side. Standing on the shore of Lake Bliss, the young otter enjoyed the cool breeze that came in off the lake and chilled her ever so slightly. It was a welcome relief from the grief of the summer's warmth but it wasn't quite the relief she was wanting. Slowly wading into the cool waters of the lake, Rachel took a moment to untie her bright orange hair and let it hang loose over her shoulders.
Rachel chuckled as she felt something brush against her leg, a familiar feeling that brought back memories of summers past. Wading in deeper, until the water came up to her breasts, Rachel chuckled and held her arms out at her side. When the water around her began to crest and ripple, the otter just licked her lips in anticipation. It wasn't relief from the summer heat that brought her to this secret swimming hole, it was relief from her own.
Rachel cooed softly as the thick green tentacles broke the surface of the water, slowly winding around her wrists and gripping them gently. Beneath the surface, another rubbed her stomach as it wrapped around her middle. There was the brushing against her thigh, the tickling sensation she had come to enjoy. When the the tentacle rose above the water and stopped in level with her face, the otter just opened her muzzle and let it slip inside.
Rachel felt the familar prodding at her slit, the pressure of an appendage far to large seeking entry. When the creature finally managed to wiggle the tentacle's tip past her folds, Rachel gave a happy churr and began to suckle more on the tenctacle within her mouth.
The otter felt her body rising as her mind clouded with lust. Lifting into the air, high above the lake below, Rachel yielded her body to the beast with all the resistance of paper to a flame. She writhed and moaned, sucking on one tentacle while another spread her passage wide until the tip forced itself past her cervix. Held like this, the tentacle within her passage began to expand and swell, the girth shrinking and rising as it mimiced rough thrusts. Rachel was in bliss and her body craved what happened next.
The tentacles, all of them, spasmed around her. White, silky seed began to spray from every tip, coating her arms, stomach, throat and womb in a thick film. Below her, Rachel noticed that the lake was alive with smaller green tentacles that flailed through the air. Drinking down every drop of seed that creature produced, the otter wasn't surprised when she was suddenly released and allowed to fall through the air. She just smiled as she dove through the air, muzzle first, and slipped into the waters below.
Several hours later, based on the position of the sun, Rachel woke on the shore of the lake. She never understood how this happened or why, but all she knew was when she woke her body was a bit sore but her heat was gone. Rising, she started away from the lake with a smile; her clothes had gone as well. Starting toward town, Rachel turned to the small wooden sign lying against it's pole. WARNING: ENTRY FORBIDDEN INTO QUARRY was written in faded red letter and beneath that, in the otter's own writing, were the word Welcome to Lake Bliss.