One Night by the Lake
By Cinos, 2011
Joel breathed in the clean forest air deeply. It'd been a while since he last had an opportunity to go camping - school had been eating up most of his time, and afterwards he was usually too exhausted to do anything but play games or sleep. College had finished for the summer now, however, so he could finally do some R&R outside his house.
Having found a beautiful spot by a lake, right in the middle of nowhere, he set down his rucksack. The thing was pretty heavy, having food, water, tent, and other necessities inside, so Joel was all too happy to get a break from carrying it and instead getting to relax for a little bit. He kicked his shoes off and sat down by the shore, dipping his feet into the soothing, cool water. All he could hear was the wind and the occasional bird or other animal.
Joel hadn't brought a watch or a phone - the last thing he wanted was to have the stress of his everyday life taint this little vacation. This had the downside of not knowing what time it was, but judging from the position of the sun he figured it was probably after six in the evening, meaning he had a good few hours before sundown. In other words, he could enjoy his personal, if only temporarily so, beach for a bit before he had to set up camp - and as a member of the college swim
team, he knew exactly how he'd do that. Swimming was one thing he enjoyed both in and out of school.
He began to dig through the rucksack for his trunks, then paused for a second. There wasn't going to be anyone else here, not at this time anyway, and even if someone did see him he figured they wouldn't bother complaining, as far as they were from civilization. Besides, it wasn't as if he had anything to be ashamed of.
Shrugging his shoulders to no one in particular, Joel decided to go skinny-dipping. He quickly stripped off the light clothing he had on and dove in.
Time passed by quickly as he swam, and before he knew it, the sun was starting to disappear behind the mountains on the horizon, the full moon slowly taking it's place in the sky. "Hm, guess it was a bit later than I thought." he mused, quickly climbing back up on shore and grabbing a towel. He wrapped it around his waist and set out to collect wood for a fire before it got too dark to see what was dry and what wasn't. He was pleased to see it didn't take him very long - as a child he had
spent every other weekend out in the woods with his parents, who had been as close to hippies as you could be without substance intake, so he'd learned most tricks there were to it. That kind of thing tended to stick with you, as Joel discovered. You never really forgot it, not even after years of city life such as what he'd been forced into when his father died.
He shook out the unpleasant thought, this wasn't a time he wanted to be thinking of death. He built a small camp fire from the collected wood, surrounding it with rocks from the shore as a safeguard against burning down half the countryside, and struck a match to light the crumpled paper (mostly notes he'd made in classes long since over - he hated wasting things) that he used as a firestarter.
After setting his tent up while the fire got going, Joel finally had time to relax. Sticking a hot dog onto a stick he'd picked up earlier, he sat down to cook his dinner, letting his mind wander. It was starting to get late now, everything was quiet except for the crackling of the flame. The earlier breeze had died down and the lake was still, reflecting the rising moon like a mirror, and Joel let his mind wander. This was the life he wanted to live, he thought, but of course it wasn't that easy. He'd still have to get food everyday, and without working he couldn't just pop by the store for it. Still, he
enjoyed the idea, at least in theory.
Lost in thought, he didn't hear the quiet steps of the beast emerging from the water behind him. It made only the most subtle of noises as it crawled over the rocks, slick as the shadows cast by the setting sun, approaching the oblivious Joel. The fur-clad creature sniffed the wind, scenting it's prey. A few tense moments passed, like a spring compressed beyond it's limits - then it pounced.
Joel was massively startled by the otter leaping into his lap, trying to reach the hot dog he had just taken off the flames. It made a series of squeaking noises, stretching itself to reach the delicious treat, but fell down, having miscalculated it's own length. Joel stared at the otter with a wide-eyed expression, and the otter stared back, seemingly intending to will the meat to himself.
The man burst into laughter, his brain having finally snapped into gear, taking in the absurdity of the situation. He broke the sausage in two, blowing on one half to cool it down before tossing it to the persistent mustelid. "If you were that hungry, all you had to do was ask, you know. Why am I talking to an animal?" he spoke, shrugged his shoulders and continued. The situation was strange enough, talking to an otter wouldn't make it any worse. "So, uh, what brings you here?"
The otter was busy tearing into the good chunk of delicious, processed meat, but managed to utter a "peep" between mouthfuls. Joel took that as a reply, nodding. He noticed the otter was avoiding stepping on one of his legs. Maybe it was hurt and couldn't hunt? That'd explain the desperation.
"Either that, or he knows a sucker when he sees one." Joel thought. The otter had finished it's modern meal and looked at the human expectantly. He shared some more of his dinner with the little thing, and in turn the otter let Joel pet it while it was eating, allowing him to give it a quick check-up. He wasn't an expert on animals, but the one leg he noticed earlier did seem a bit swollen and bruised - probably not broken, but the otter would probably need at least one night of recovery.
Oddly enough, the cheeky ruddertail seemed relatively tame, and after stuffing itself - which only took about two hot dogs - it crawled up into Joel's lap and dozed off. "Maybe it's a lost pet", he thought. "But who'd keep otters as pets?"
Still, it was time to hit the hay, and despite just meeting his new companion, he had grown to like it. He might not have known much about animals, but he couldn't leave it alone either. Not when it was wounded, and besides, if it was someone's pet, it was his responsibility to keep it safe.
So he told himself, anyway - in truth he just wanted to cuddle it to sleep. With that, Joel carefully shifted the otter, which seemed to be in a near-comatose sleep given that it didn't even stir from being moved, into his tent, sacrificing his pillow for the greater good, as an improvisational otterbed. He figured he could sleep without one, his sleeping bag should be comfort enough. So he doused the fire and climbed into the tent himself, his path illuminated just enough by the beautiful
full moon - he dozed off almost as quick as the otter had.
Joel was floating in the water peacefully, completely submerged. How deep was impossible to tell, though sunlight did reach him. For a brief moment, he panicked, fearing a watery death by drowning, but after struggling not to, he had to inhale regardless to ease the burning in his lungs. To his surprise, the water was cool and soothing, seemingly providing oxygen just as well as air would. This seemed perfectly logical to Joel at the moment, a storm must've oxygenated the water earlier.
He didn't have much time to reflect as he noticed a blurry, dark shape approaching him, with the sparse rays of light illuminating just enough of it's shape for him to identify it as a gigantic octopus. The previous sense of tranquillity was gone, replaced by overwhelming dread and fear as the sinewy, thick tentacles reached for him. Everything happened in a blur of action - he struggled, but his body seemed numb and unresponsive, and the beast's appendages as solid and unyielding as
steel. The bird-like sharp beak in the middle of the writhing mass gnashed and chewed the water, and Joel knew it'd be his last sight. He closed his eyes, wishing his death to be quick and painless.
Instead, he felt the surprisingly warm beak engulf his erect penis. Wait, erect? Why would he- why would the octopus-
He snapped awake, finding himself staring at the roof of his tent. A dream. "Well, that explains that." he thought, mind still half asleep as he realized the sensation on his cock persisted. was he still dreaming? It didn't feel like it, but Joel really didn't want to question it and wake up a second time, not with the warm, wet sensation of someone's mouth on his manhood at stake. Whatever it was, it was good - a skilled tongue circled the swollen purple head of his erection, running along the very edge of the glans, lapping at the underside, teasing the small slit on top, and the dreamy, surreal feeling just made it better. In minutes, his hips were moving in rhythm with the slickness moving up and down his length, his breath growing ragged and harsh. Release was just a moment away, just a few more seconds, he was just about there, just about...
Then, abruptly, the feeling stopped.
Frustrated and desperate, Joel was still humping the air. When he realized the feeling wasn't returning, he opened his eyes and met the gaze of an otter. Except, the otter was as big as him and humanoid in shape. He mouthed a silent "what the fuck", not taking his eyes off the beast. If he'd look surprised before, it was doubled when the strange mustelid tilted his head and spoke.
"Hm, I was hoping waking you up in a pleasant way would lessen the shock a little. Well, don't pretend you didn't like it, you were leaking precum like a dog for a moment." it began, rubbing it's long whiskers when it saw Joel's expression was still the same. "I'm an otterwere. Basically a werewolf, except not a wolf, and I began my life as an otter. Then a human bit me, which was awkward." the mustelid exclaimed, tail wagging and forth. "Well? Are you going to lay there gaping until birds nest in your mouth?"
Joel snapped to it. "Uh, no, I mean, what... otter... never seen a..." the man stammered. He then went silent.
"Pff, what's the issue here? You gave me food and shelter, so I wanted to reward you." the otter winked, eyeing the human cock in front of him. "I'm not done with that, but I wanted you to be awake for the rest. Name's Brooke"
"How do you exist?" Joel finally exclaimed, somewhat annoyed at the otter's attitude.
"Oh, you've never seen wereanimals before? We're not that rare, really, we just try to keep it hidden. Mostly shift indoors and far in the wilderness. You know, like Bigfoot? He was a weregorilla." Brooke smacked it's mouth. "If you've ever noticed unusually intelligent animals, raccoons creeping into your house and stealing food and shiny things, those were probably weres too."
"Oh." was all Joel could manage for a while. His length was still erect from the exquisite blowjob earlier, and realizing that gave him more questions. "Do female werethings usually do, well, this?" he indicated his penis with a glance.
"When mood strikes us." Brooke shrugged. "We're certainly less prud- wait? Female?" the mustelid snorted, then burst into echoing laughter. "Come on now, dear, I might look feminine but I'm quite definitely a male." he giggled after recovering, rolling over to reveal a quite obvious male part indeed, standing proudly in contrast to his light brown coat. It lacked the bulbous head of the human variant, but other than that it didn't look too alien. "I forgot you humans can't even smell gender. Hah." he continued, shaking with aftershocks of amusement.
"I'm not gay!" Joel blurted out, making the otter laugh even harder, to the degree he was wheezing about not being able to breathe, curled up on the tent floor. Joel felt somewhat insulted.
"Your cock seems to disagree!" the furry thing finally chuckled, giving Joel's length a poke. "Though... I do admit I like the idea of breaking you in" he continued, nimbly climbing on top of the still human form. His hands were tightly locked around the human's wrists before Joel could react. Realizing he was pinned down, he began struggling, trying to force the otter off, but just like the creature in his dream, Brooke wouldn't move. He wasn't heavy, but very strong despite the slim
build, as one might expect of swimmers - and unlike Joel, who only swum in his free time, Brooke presumably spent most of his life in the water.
He hated noticing it, but his lower head did seem to be disagreeing with the upper one about his sexuality. Even with the male rubbing his entire body against Joel, his erection persisted. Then again, he had gotten rather close to orgasm earlier. That, and the otter was naked, his pink member resting on Joel's furless stomach.
Brooke's muzzle was almost touching Joel's face. He was still grinding his crotch against the pinned human's cock. "Oh, there is something I should probably tell you first." he began, breath hot against Joel's ear. "The 'curse', if you want to call it that, is infectious. That is, if we do get more intimate than this, chances are you'll end up as an otter too. Not to worry, you'll like it for sure. Besides, there's a whole lot of people out there who have major hots for us, so just in case you haven't gotten lucky much..." he continued, eventually trailing off and giving the human's nose a big, wet lick.
By now Joel was thrashing about with increased desperation. "No, we're not doing this, get off me!" he shouted. "I'm not gay and I definitely don't want to be an otter, get off!"
"Bah, just relax and enjoy it, monkey boy." Brooke said, sounding rather condescending. He angled himself against the unwillingly hard maleness, letting it wet the bare patch of skin under his tail rather thoroughly with the slick fluids forming like dew at the tip. Joel groaned, struggled, but he couldn't deny his arousal. He was turned on to near-painful levels, his desire to sink into the otter's body manifesting as a stinging, burning feeling in his loins. He knew he shouldn't be reacting like he was, but he couldn't help it.
Brooke, still holding Joel down by his arms, let gravity take over. It didn't take much for Joel's rock-hard cock to spread him wide, and when he felt himself slip into that exquisite warmth, he gasped, prompting the otter to lean down and kiss his open mouth. The otter's mouth tasted faintly of fish, but the raspy feeling of the raspy tongue over his own made Joel shudder. The burning arousal seemed to spread everywhere the otter touched, and it was rapidly consuming every conscious
thought in his mind.
The mustelid began rocking back and forth, clearly just as aroused. Already, his precum was dripping down onto Joel's bare stomach. "You can start humping if you want to." he coaxed the human, and that did it. Joel couldn't resist any more, arching his hips and thrusting them upwards, sinking himself as deep as he could into the otter's willing body. He'd stopped caring at some point, perhaps due to the wild, seductive influence of the otter - or perhaps just his own hidden desires. Giving into them, regardless, was what triggered the changes.
He shuddered as it began. With a tickling feeling, brown fur began spreading over his smooth body, intensifying the pleasure of the tightness sliding up and down his rigid member. Joel could only watch - and moan - as the changes progressed over his chest and legs, leaving dense if short fur behind where he previously had smooth, human skin. He missed a few humps when his body seized up, restructured by the curse, but the otter continued the rocking motion on top of him and so the pleasure didn't end. At some point it enveloped his head, stretching it into a muzzle, ears shifting to the top of his skull as they both continued their mating dance.
It wasn't until his cock itself shifted that their play came to an end. It became reddish like that of Brooke's, somehow also rendering him extremely sensitive, and with that he arched his back, his new ottercock twitching as he climaxed uncontrollably. Joel's eyes were clenched shut in pleasure, but from the wet warmth spreading over his fur-clad stomach he could tell his partner had finished too.
Both otters laid there, spent. The sun was rising again, morning mist heavy over the land and water, lending the scene an air of surreality. The two humanoid otters didn't help matters much. Both were too lazy, or perhaps too exhausted, to even bother moving despite the stickiness caused by their earlier friskiness. "Hey, still awake?" Brooke finally whispered. "I don't have a lot of time left in this form, cutie. Just figured I'd say goodbye while you can still understand me." he continued, a slight hint of sadness in his voice.
"Wait, what am I supposed to do? You can't just leave me like this!" Joel replied, startled. "Look at me! How am I supposed to go back to normal life?"
"Pff, don't worry. You should return to human form for the day, just make sure you're alone for the night. Or look for other weres to make friends with, being one yourself they should be easier to recognize. Scents, mannerisms, all that." Brooke replied.
"And what about you? I was just starting to..."
"Don't be silly, silly." Brooke chuckled. "I'm an otter, I couldn't live with you, you have studies and a human life to pursue. Not yet, anyway, but I'll be he-"
Brooke's words were cut short as the sun rose over the horizon. The transformation into his true form was much quicker than the opposite, but he managed to give Joel's hand a squeeze before his own hands turned into paws. Joel was gripped by his own return to human form before he could reply, and by the time it was over, the otter was gone, having managed to unzip the tent. Joel sprang out, calling for him, but there was no reply, not even a squeak - just a small splash as something dove into the lake a small distance away.
He sat there watching the lake until the mists dissipated in the heat of the sun. The whole experience felt more and more like a dream as time passed, the magic of the night fading away and leaving only a strange feeling of longing inside him. Eventually hunger drove him to pack up his tent and set off.
But he told himself he'd return the next weekend.