Lost in the Woods
Author's Note: Finally, I was able to write something! Having finally acquired a computer of some sort, I can write SOMEthing. Roommates won't be forthcoming until I get my lappy back... so until then, enjoy otter and coon porn!
For Chorca.
Lost in the Woods
Simon looked around him, swearing that he had seen this tree before. It wasn't a terribly remarkable tree, it was oak or cedar or... something. Simon was never good at learning the names of trees. The raccoon scratches his head, staring at the tree again. The one thing that stood out about the tree was this one peculiar branch. It had only a few leaves on it where the rest of the tree seemed perfectly green, and one very brown leaf right on the end of it. And Simon could have sworn that he had passed it before!
"Damnit," muttered the hopelessly lost 'coon, looking left and right. "I think I'm going around in circles here..." Scratching the back of his head once more, he listened to the birds chirp, hoping that maybe, just maybe, they would be able to lead him out.
"Oh, that's stupid... what am I doing here?" Whimpering softly, the coon's ears fell and he sat on a nearby rock, his paws holding up his chin. He had intended to just go on a nice nature walk in the woods to relax and enjoy the day. Now he was lost in front of the tree with the one branch that was bare, contemplating exactly where he took the wrong turn.
Simon's throat was parched from lack of water. He had already finished all the water that was in his canteen, and yet he screwed it open and shook it, hoping for one or two more drops. Of course, nothing. Thinking back, he did remember passing a large stream or small river. So, with a deep sigh, the raccoon got back onto his tired footpaws and set off in search of the water.
Finding water wasn't as hard as he thought it would be. It was really the simple matter of listening for water, and then simply following his ears until the sound of water turned into the sight of water. Even so, it took a half and hour and one soggy footpaw before the hapless raccoon was finally able to blunder into the stream. Cursing in frustration, the raccoon backed off and found a clearing of sorts by the water, sitting himself down into an irritated huff. The sky was darkening, and soon he would loose the daylight. "Great!" he said, voicing his frustration as he took off his supposedly waterproof boots. "Stupid boots don't work either! And now I'm lost in the woods and I have wet feet! What else could possibly go wrong?"
"Well, you could break an ankle," replied a voice from nowhere. Simon froze, blinking. Where did that come from?
"Who's there?" the 'coon challenged, looking from left to right again. Slowly gathering his boot and sopping sock, he started to moves backwards into the woods again. "Show yourself!"
"Okay!" said the voice cheerily from right behind Simon! Yelping, Simon threw his paws into the air, boot and sock going flying and turned around, falling right onto his tail. He looked right at otter that was hanging upside down off of a branch, smiling and waving at him. "Oops! Did I scare you?" asked the otter with a bit of a more rueful expression on his face.
Simon didn't say anything for a few moments, catching his breath and trying to control his wildly beating heart. When he was finally able to rein it in, he gasped, "Don't DO that!" to the otter. "You scared the bejeezus outta me!"
Giggling again, the otter flipped himself off of the tree, landing on his own footpaws, then turning around and smiling at the raccoon. "Sowwy, heh," he replied, then held out a paw to help Simon up, which the 'coon accepted. "Don't get many visitors out here. Gets kinda lonely... and since you were here, I thought I might say hi!"
"Well... hi," replied Simon, brushing off his clothes. "And, uh, thanks," he said again as the otter gave him his wet sock and boot back, "but, uh, it's getting dark... and you wouldn't happen to know the way out of the forest, would you? I'm really lost and I just wanna go home..."
"I do..." said the otter, rocking back and forth on his bare footpaws, paws held behind his back.
"Well, great, then! If--"
"...but if I were to show you the way now, you'd run into full dark pretty quick. And the way out of the forest is a ways away... so..."
"... Oh, great, now what am I gonna do?" Simon sighed, his body slumping again.
"If ya want, you can stay with me for the night," offered the otter in a bit of a singsong voice, smiling shyly at the raccoon.
Simon blinked, then shrugged. "Um... sure, I guess so..."
"Yay, sleepover buddy!" Quite suddenly, the otter threw his arms around the 'coon's body, then grabbed his paw and dragged him off. "Haven't had a sleepover buddy in ages!" Completely thrown off by the otter's enthusiasm, Simon just went along for the ride, though walking oddly because of only having one boot on. "By the way, my name's Reo! What's yours?"
"Uh... it's... Simon. Hey, can we, uh, stop for a bit so I can take off my other boot?"
"Huh? Oh!" Blushing heavily, Reo stopped and let go of the 'coon's paw almost as if he had been burned. "Sorry again... sometimes I just get really excited and I do silly stuff like that."
"It's okay," replied Simon, sitting down on a log to take off his other boot. While he did so, he took the time to really look at Reo, this otter who would be his savior. He had a slender body, like the raccoon's own, but with slightly more defined muscle, probably from his life outdoors. He wore a simple rough vest and shorts that had a homespun look about them. Simon found himself slightly jealous of the otter, and, possibly, just a bit...
Clearing his throat and looking away suddenly, Simon found himself blushing. "Yeah, um... I'm done."
Reo smiled brightly and held out his paw. "We're almost there, too. I don't live too far from the water... no otter does, hee hee."
The otter helped up the raccoon, and the two set off again, slightly inland though the running water of the stream was still very much within earshot. Simon found himself rather uncomfortably aware of his paw, but when he went to take it out, Reo seemed to take a bit of a harder grip, moving slightly faster than they're new, sedate pace. He decided to leave well enough alone. Besides... it wasn't bad feeling his paw in the otter's, anyway.
"Here we are," said Reo, snapping him out of his reverie. They stood in front of a cave with a smallish entrance, looking as if they would both have to stoop down to walk through it. "Wait here, I'm gonna go get a candle, okay?" Without a further word, the otter disappeared into the mouth of the cave. Adjusting his boots in his paws, Simon leaned back against the cave and listened to the night come alive with the various noises of the nocturnal animals.
Before too long, the otter came back, holding an oil lamp. "I started a fire inside, so it should be warm soon, too. C'mon in."
"Thanks again for giving me a place to stay for tonight," said Simon, bending a bit to walk through the cave.
Reo giggled. "No problem... It's my pleasure."
Past the entrance, Simon found himself gaping in surprise at the inside of the cave. There was a fire alcove to one side, and the rest of the cave was actually somewhat furnished with homemade furniture. There was a table and four chairs, and then a little ways away there was a curtain that obviously seemed to denote the sleeping areas. It had a very homey feel to it... "You have a nice place, here," Simon found himself saying, smiling at the otter. Reo just giggled, blushing.
"Are you hungry?" asked the otter after a bit. As if on cue, Simon's stomach gave a loud rumble. The two laughed about it for a little bit, and Reo sat the 'coon down at the table. "You just wait right here, I'll cook some fish stew for us."
What Reo ended up making was, to Simon's surprise, a savory brew with fish chunks, onions, and potatoes, as well as a few spices the raccoon couldn't identify. When he commented that he hadn't had fish this delicious in a while, Reo replied "'Cuz you ain't had fish like an otter cooks fish!"
The two shared a laugh, after which Simon found himself saying, "You're so cute, Reo..." Reo blushed, smiling shyly again, and the 'coon was blushing soon after as he realized what he said. But... he had to admit to himself that the otter was cute... and fairly attractive, too. Closing his eyes, he cleared his throat, then made as if to stand up. However, he couldn't. Reo, soundlessly, had gotten up, walked around the table, sat in his lap, threw his arms around him, and was pulling him into a kiss.
As their lips met, the first thing that Simon could taste was the fish stew they had so recently been eating. Absurdly enough, he found himself identifying one of the spices as simple pepper. After that, all he could taste was otter, and he just let himself dive into the moment. His own paws came to encircle around the lithe otter's body, stroking over his back a little bit as their tongues wrestled. They slid over each other like the fish they had so recently eaten, shifting into the raccoon's muzzle, then the otter's, and back to the raccoon's.
Simon had no idea how much time had passed, but he knew that when their lips finally parted, that it had to be one of the most fantastic kisses he ever had. "Uh," he said, still in a bit of minor shock.
"Sowwy," said Reo softly, having moved his muzzle down into the raccoon's neck. He didn't sound the least bit apologetic though, especially when he started licking sensuously over Simon's neck. "Sometimes I get excited and I do silly stuff like that... I hope you don't mind."
Gasping as the otter nipped into his collarbone, Simon was spurred out of his shock. "Mmff... it's... it's okay. I don't mind... I liked it...oh..." Reo blushed, but continued, moving downward, licking and nipping softly into Simon's t-shirt, pulling it off about halfway down. Simon could only watch, lightly stroking over the otter's disappearing sides as he shifted off the 'coon's lap, moving lower and lower.
As he reached Simon's navel, Reo actually looked up then, as if to ask permission. Flushed from what the otter had already done, Simon couldn't find it within himself to deny the otter at all, and nodded slightly. Leaning up, Reo kissed the 'coon's lips softly, then went back down, stroking around his waist with his paws, both hearts racing. Reo fumbled with the button to the 'coon's jeans briefly, but pulled them off and down, Simon lifting himself from the seat to help.
The 'coon's member stood hardened and erect as it was exposed, Simon's breathing growing extremely shallow. Reo stared at his prize for a moment, then leaned in, pressing his nose against the tip and breathing around it. Shivering, the otter's hot muzzle closed around the tip, his nimble tongue rubbing along the underside, and slowly pushed the raccoon's pole into his mouth, bobbing on it.
Moaning softly, Simon held his breath for a little bit to prevent himself from hyperventilating, letting it out in a gasp. His paws curled around Reo's ears, stroking and thumbing over them with his thumbclaws, holding onto them for dear life when the otter did something that made him especially sensitive. The otter seemed to have a talent for doing just that, his tongue finding spots on Simon's cock that made him moan aloud. He would mine them for all they were worth, then go and find a new one and mine that, then double back and hit the first one and all previous.
The raccoon knew he couldn't hold out for very much longer, rhythmically squeezing Reo's ears now. Reo seemed to pick up on this himself, sucking and dipping his muzzle over the coon-cock with increasing speed. Suddenly, warm paw replaced hot mouth, though the otter kept his mouth close, bathing Simon's member in his fishy breath. "Want it on my face..." he said, whimpering softly, and Simon was in no position to argue. With a grunt and a strangled moan, the raccoon gave the otter exactly what he wanted, painting his face with coon seed.
The two panted hard, Simon lying limp in the chair, Reo laying his head in Simon's lap, nuzzling into his knee. The otter started giggling, dragging some of the seed off his face, and then placing it in his mouth. After a moment, the raccoon looked at the otter, pulling him up a bit to help clean up.
"Aren't you two just adorable?" said another voice. A deeper, more masculine voice. Both otter and 'coon squeaked, though for entirely different reasons.
"Bro!" exclaimed Reo, running over to the entrance. Simon turned around in the chair in time to see Reo leap into the arms of a larger otter, who grabbed him up in a one-armed hug. The raccoon, blushing at being caught with his pants down, literally, started blushing for an entirely different reason as the two shared a very intimate kiss.
Chuckling, the new otter pulled back from the kiss, giving Reo's nose a playful lick. "Well, aren't you amorous today, huh?" Nodding over to Simon, he grinned broadly. "Who's your friend?"
"Um..." began the raccoon, extremely conscious of his current state of dress.
"That's Simon!" Reo chimed in.
"And I suppose this" the larger otter licked up the side of Reo's face, catching a bit of the white strand that had been slowly falling down "is Simon's cum?"
Giggling, Reo squirmed out of the brawny otter's grasp, and tugged him over to the raccoon, finally getting over his embarrassment long enough to start pulling up his jeans. A paw stopped him, and Simon looked up into the friendly and somewhat lecherous face of Reo's bro.
"You probably won't need those for a while, mate, not if Reo gets his way," he said, smirking. Simon didn't know what to say to that, skin burning under his gray fur.
"Hey! It's not gonna be just my fault!" Reo protested, grabbing the sizeable otter's crotch to his amusement. "And just what would this be, huh?"
Chuckling, Bro finally got around to extending his paw to Simon after removing Reo's from his body. "By the way, my name is Broward, but you can call me Bro. It's usually easier for everybody, anyway, heh."
"So..." began Simon, "you aren't...?"
"Brothers? Nah, not really. I found this little one wandering around, lost in the woods. He was hungry -- and cute," Reo giggled, pushing playfully at Broward "so I took him in. We've been living together so long, we may as well be brothers, though... maybe we're family after all, though. You see any resemblance?"
Simon blinked and looked between the two. They did look similar... but that might have just been because they were both otters. Before he could say anything, though, Reo had slipped closer to Bro and had started groping him again. Laughing, the big otter kissed the smaller on the side of his head. "You're just really horny today, ain't you?"
Blushing, but nodding, Reo dropped his voice a little bit. "Found Simon lost in the woods, too, like me." The 'coon started flushing himself again, ears falling against his head. "I brought him home... and then I just couldn't stop myself... he was just so hot, I had to suck him. And now I'm all hot and bothered and I want you to..." Reo trailed off while whispering into Bro's ear, then looked shyly away. For his part, Bro grinned and laughed, shaking his head. "I can't help it!" Reo protested, his face burning. "It's just... he's cute... and you're just... mrrr..." Evidently unable to express his affection for Bro in words, the smaller otter just pressed himself up against him, paw stroking over Bro's homemade shirt and giving his crotch another squeeze.
Smirking, Bro took Reo's paw off him. "Why don't you take Simon to the bedroom, mm? I'll join you two in a minute." Nodding, Reo grabbed Simon and tugged him stumbling behind the curtain, losing his pants along the way.
Once there, the 'coon got a brief look at the somewhat sparse bedroom with a bed of grass in one corner before Reo's lips fasted onto his again, and once again he gave himself up to a passionate kiss. This time, however, Reo drew Simon's tongue into his mouth and kept it there, dueling and sliding against its counterpart in the hot muzzle. They kissed for a moment more before Reo pulled back, drawing Simon's shirt over his head and tossing it to the side, the 'coon helping Reo with his before the two moved closer to each other, rubbing their chests together, panting. Flicking his striped tail, Simon just let his paws roam over the lithe otter body before him, not sure what to expect when Bro came in, but having a good idea.
"A-are we... gonna...?"
"If you want," panted Reo, matching the raccoon paw for paw. He squeezed the bare behind, eliciting a moan from Simon. "Bro won't force you or anything...but... I've wanted you... real bad... ever since I saw you in the woods..."
Simon blushed at this candid admission, and Reo blushed for making it. "You're right, though," he said, tugging off the woven belt around the otter's pants and dropping them.
"'Bout what?"
Simon's face split into a sudden smile. "Bro really is... mrrr." The two shared a giggle, before kissing once more, the raccoon pressing the now naked otter into the bedding, paws pressing into otter shoulders. Simon felt their members touch, drawing a small moan from the both of them through the kiss, and he gently began to grind against the otter. Reo responded eagerly, reaching down a paw to clasp their cocks together, giving them both a squeeze.
They both stopped at the sound of cloth hitting the floor, turning slightly to see Bro enter shirtless in the low light of the oil lamp near the bedding. Both otter and 'coon stared as he came closer, lips curled up in a grin. "Don't stop on my account," he told them, but they were already moving toward him.
As if channeling each other's thoughts, Simon and Reo moved in concert to undo Bro's woven belt, tugging the large otter's pants down. Simon let out a small gasp, finding Bro to be not just large in height but large in size as well. Reo, amused by the 'coon's reaction, sniggered softly before kissing Simon, then kissing Bro's glans, lightly pulling it into his mouth. The raccoon was transfixed as the smaller otter took the larger's member into his mouth, slowly bobbing and slurping, his tongue flicking out along the perineum and tracing back into his mouth, and all the while closing his muzzle around that big cock.
To Simon's amazement, the entire shaft soon was slipped into Reo's mouth, his lips pressing up against Bro's crotch and balls, pressing there while he swallowed. Bro let out a groan, then looked back down at the raccoon, winking. "Good, ain't 'e?"
Biting his lower lip, Simon flushed, but nodded. Reo blushed as well, but pulled his mouth off of Bro long enough to say, "Don't forget what I said..." before promptly placing his lips around otter cock again, slurping and sucking and tilting his muzzle.
Letting out a minor groan, Bro nodded. "Kinda hard to remember anything when you're doin' that to me, but I remember... Simon?"
The 'coon jerked, looking up at the hefty otter from staring at the fellatio. "Um... yeah?"
"Mmff... mm... under my shirt... there's a bottle... bring it here, okay?"
Nodding, Simon stood, looking a little longingly at the otter shaft Reo was currently shoving down his throat. "Don't worry... you'll get some soon enough, heh," Bro chuckled, then grunted, his ears fluttering a bit. Under the otter's shirt, there was a glass bottle labeled with charcoal.
It said, "Fish oil lube".
Turning around, he saw Bro looking at him. Well... not so much looking as staring, and staring longingly. When the 'coon saw a matching stare from Reo, even as the otter's muzzle was full of penis, Simon's blush intensified. Clearing his throat and looking away, he walked back to the pair of otters, presenting the bottle.
"That's for Reo... mmff... he wants ya... up his tailhole..." Bro managed, starting to thrust his hips a little bit. Reo pulled one paw from in between his legs, clutching into Bro's rump, moaning softly himself now.
Twisting his muzzle, the almost effeminate otter pulled off Bro with a pop, his other paw lifting from between his legs to stroke over the large member. "Please, Simon... want you in me..." he said, swallowing a bit, his eyes projecting a heavy desire. The raccoon just couldn't say no. Nodding softly, he moved behind Reo, who's paw slipped in between his legs again. From behind, Simon could see that the slightly effeminate otter was pawing himself, rudder-like tail lifting and curling over his back. Simon couldn't help but murr at the sight, opening the bottle and dipping his fingers into the oil, smearing it on the puckered star. He drew a moan from Reo, who had dived back onto Bro's otterhood, when he began to penetrate him with his oily finger, sinking himself in slowly, but deeply.
Looking up, the 'coon saw that Reo had pressed his face against Bro's shaft, licking at it erratically while he huffed and whimpered. He had one paw clutched around the brawny otter's hips, the other gripping his own member, stroking over it bit by bit. Bro grinned over Reo's trembling body, stroking up his back and scritching into his neck. "Give him two fingers," he said, nodding to Simon.
"Okay..." the 'coon replied, pulling out his entire finger, then pressing his two slick fingers into the tight tailhole, eliciting a longer groan from the smaller river dog, his breathing getting heavier. Fishing around for a bit, Simon found Reo's prostate, getting a sharp whimper as he started to stroke it.
Bro grunted, shaking a little himself. "Reo can have a really tight grip when he wants to... mmff... you'd better mount him quick, or he's gonna squeeze the life outta me."
Otter musk was thick in the air when Simon rose to his footpaws, the scent causing even him to tremble slightly. He pulled his fingers from Reo's body, and slicked up his own penis with the fish oil, setting it to the side. Leaning in, he nipped once or twice at the bottom of Reo's tail, getting another cute yelp that he couldn't help but smile at. Panting and swallowing, the raccoon set his member at Reo's tailhole, and slowly started to push inside. He immediately met resistance, as he had with his fingers, but kept applying pressure until it gave way, sinking him in a few inches.
"Ah...!" Panting, Simon couldn't help but making a cute little noise. Reo was tight. Definitely not virgin tight, but with Bro's thick cock, Simon felt it hard to believe that the little otter was this snug in his tailhole. Uttering a string of chitters, the raccoon started to thrust, slowly stretching out the little river dog, who had started to suckle on Bro's member again even as he was moaning loudly from being penetrated.
Like his sphincter had, eventually Reo's insides gave way, stretching to adjust to the 'coon's member. Simon ground his hips into Reo's behind as they pressed against one another for the first time, relishing in the lovely tightness the otter was around him, setting his paws onto otter hips. His eyes lidded from pleasure, he more felt then actually saw Bro lean over to pull him into deep kiss.
Bro's tongue was a lot more forceful than Reo's had, and Simon wrestled with this new opponent with all the gusto he could muster. The big, brawny otter had pulled back slightly, tongues dueling in the open air before sealing their lips once again, the raccoon starting to pound away at Reo's behind to the full bodied moans of the smaller otter... that were strangely unmuffled.
Simon realized then that his neck had actually been twisted slightly so as to continue to kiss the larger otter, and then also what he might be preparing to do. Letting out a small whimper through his still-fastened lips, the 'coon felt a paw draw along his side at his waist, gently lifting his bushy tail. Reo dropped forward to his knees in front of him, drawing Simon down simply by the squeeze of his tailhole, most of the 'coon's weight now on the smaller otter. Flicking his ears backward, he could hear Bro stroking his own oily member, a light scent of fish in the air to join with the overwhelming otter scent.
Panting and trembling with anticipation, Simon felt Bro's lips leave him, a finger pressing into his own tailhole, which he clenched in surprise and arousal. Groaning, his eyelids fluttered, even as he started to drop his weight into every thrust into Reo, his back arching as he was treated in the same fashion that he treated the little river dog.
When Bro pulled out his two fingers, Simon whimpered. Now he wanted to be filled with that big otter cock, wanted to be stretched out and used for Bro's pleasure, needed it. His heartbeat went up a couple more notches from the coitus he was involved in, as he leaned over Reo's hot form, more grinding than thrusting, preparing himself for his own imminent invasion.
"B-bro!" Reo suddenly gasped, his voice trembling. "Fuck him! Fuck Simon in his tailhole!"
"Only if he wants it," Bro replied, and Simon gasped in his own right, feeling that substantial member at his tailstar. "Do you want it, 'coony?" the big otter asked, his voice caressing the coon much as his tongue began to drag over his neck, drawing a loud whimper from him.
He was stopped only by his whimpers. The sensations on his body were making him do it near constantly though, even as he felt his own member being squeezed by Reo's rump. Simon nodded, panting hard.
"Can't hear you," Bro teased, now nipping along the raccoon's neck. Simon convulsed, his grip into Reo's body tightening to a degree he didn't know he was capable of. Even as he silently cursed Bro for drawing this out, Simon's desire for the pair of otters saw another peak.
"Yes!" Simon screamed out. "Yes, dammit, yes! Fuck me! Fuck my ass! I want it, I want it, I want it, I--"
"You only needed to ask," was the raccoon's only warning before he felt the pressure of Bro's cock at his pucker, silencing him into a squeak. A spike of pain denoted the brawny otter's successful invasion, but more and more otter cock quickly followed it. Every inch was thrust into Simon all at once, his tailhole burning as it was crammed. Letting out a whimper, the raccoon spread his legs a little bit as Bro drew back... only to follow it up with even more of his member!
Simon let out a yelp as he felt Bro push the rest of himself inside, hips coming to meet his rear. The 'coon was left trembling heavily, feeling both pain and a sense of utter fullness, more cock than he had ever had before pulsating softly inside him. "Oh... gods..." Simon panted, in concert and counter point to Reo's own gasps. He felt a squeeze on his own member, causing him to jerk. He realized that he was more or less lying on top of his guide, who gave him a nuzzle, licking over the side of his snout.
"He's... big..." the 'coon gasped.
"I know... isn't it wonderful?" Reo replied, smiling a ragged smile.
Before he could think of answering, Simon was treated to the sensation of Bro pulling back, leaving just his tip nestled inside the 'coon's tailhole. He huffed, then felt large, strong paws stroke over his stomach and chest, a strong, tight chest pressing against his back. It was followed by Bro's slow and gentle thrust, and Simon's resulting moan.
In stark contrast to his rough and unyielding entrance, Bro pushed lightly into Simon, using only his hips. The gradual impetus the raccoon was pressed into not only allowed him to get used to the larger-sized member, but it gave him an appreciation of every single inch that was driven into his body. Soon enough, the pain of entry had been burned away by the heat of Bro's shaft, and the big river dog had increased his pace slightly, dragging the murring and moaning 'coon along for the ride.
Bro didn't just let his hips do the talking, though. Even through his slightly faster pace, he let his paws roam over Simon's chest and body, his muzzle sniffing into, licking, even biting into Simon's neck and shoulders, driving the raccoon to a higher plateau of pleasure. The masked bandit's desire for the two reached yet another peak when he felt Reo clench on his own member, reminding him of where it lay, and let his tail stoke over Simon's chest while Bro's paws were on his stomach.
Simon started to drool. Very dimly, he was surprised at himself. He never drooled when he yiffed... but the two otters were driving him higher and higher, his body was twitching slightly. Flicking his tail from side to side, the raccoon leaned over onto Reo, letting Bro take him for a ride. The big otter was going even faster now, his hips driving into Simon's rump and the chittering, drooling 'coon's hips into Reo's.
Bro didn't just set the pace; he owned it and controlled the others. His blunt claws dug into Simon's waist as he pounded away at his ass, Simon pushing himself back into them. The coon's desire for the warm pole rubbing across his prostate warred with his equal desire to take Reo, the lithe otter whimpering as he felt both of the others' thrusts in his own body.
Throwing his full weight into his own ramming now, Bro wrapped his arms around the raccoon, nestling his head on Simon's shoulder and panting out his exertions. The 'coon could feel the burly otter's sweat drip onto him, his entire body afire with desire for the two of them. All three rushed toward release, the freight train barreling towards the station with no breaks, starting to careen off the track...
Simon was first. The two otters had seemed to be ganging up on him, Bro thrusting as Reo pushed. The big otter had rammed his entire mighty member into the 'coon's body even as Reo was pressed tight against him, squeezing down, and Simon just lost it. Making a sound that was half-bellow, half-squeal, he felt as if he exploded into Reo, 'coon cream spurting almost angrily into the lithe otter's body. His entire body seized up of it's own accord, clamping down like a vice upon Bro's dick, blunted claws burrowing into Reo's hips.
His mind started to float, only to be brought harshly back to reality by Bro and Reo's near simultaneous orgasms. Otter cock fired off its stringy blasts into his own behind as otter rump squeezed down on him snugly, and Simon didn't remember much immediately afterward.
When he came to, he was panting hard, head nuzzled into Reo's neck as Bro's tongue lapped over his own. He was trembling hard, body overwhelmed by the pleasure it had received, feeling Reo below him in much the same state. The three lay like that for a time as they got their bodies back under control, quenching parched throats with saliva, before they all snuggled close together, letting sleep take them away.
The next morning, Simon was woken by Reo, who grinned and beckoned to him. Naked, the two wandered to the bitingly cold stream, washing themselves and each other. Reo couldn't help making out with Simon, either.
Simon didn't mind.
Bro joined them later, and the three splashed and frolicked in the water, quite like otters are known to. Simon knew that he had to go home sometime, and as the sun rode high in the sky, he got the two to lead him out of the forest. The raccoon hesitated at the exit.
"I... don't want this to be the last time we see each other. Will I ever see you two again?" he asked, looking back at them.
"Well..." began Bro, looking down at Reo, who grinned back up at him. "You could always get lost in the woods again."
FIN