Part 1
An otter and a wolf meet up in a tale I wrote during class, hehehe!
The cool October breeze ruffled the remaining leaves in the old oak trees while the others danced upon the ground. The yellow-green grass clapped a ruffling sound in applause to the dancers while they watched the golden leaves in show.
To a young otter, this is what he saw while walking to his favorite oak in the center of the park. He would have applauded along side the grass at the magnificent show, if not the bitter cold air was there to sting his tender skin. Instead, all he gave was a grand smile while arms stayed tucked under a warm coat. This was his first year at the mountainside college of West Hayside University, as well as his first October away from the sea. He was learning first-hand the differences between the two; one with beautiful mountains and the other with crashing waves, one with great seasonal changes and one with comfortable temperatures all year round, and one with adventures while his home had only parents to take care of him. No, he enjoyed them both with neither better than the other.
He took his seat under the oak, his back resting comfortably against the trunk while a fuzzy, large tail wrapped around a leg for extra warmth. His large, blue eyes closed slowly to the ruffling sound while a deep breath of the seasonal smell entered his nostrils He thought to himself, "Even in the cold this place is amazingly beautiful to see and listen to," as his dreams fought for control of his thoughts. With a slight shiver and a deep breath, the little brown mammal drifted into a deep sleep.
The wolf had been daydreaming of a perfect life, one with a lover who would cuddle up close for warmth every night, up on one of the limbs of the oak tree. He was hidden in the autumn leaves around the branch of the tree and hadn't heard the otter sit down below at the base of the trunk to take a nap, but as he scratched his white belly fur and tugged his slipping jeans back up, he heard a small murr. With a paw pushing some leaves apart he saw the brown otter tucked up tightly at the base with a coat and heavy pants on. "Must be a warm temp kid," he thought to himself as he watched the sleeping creature, "cute!"
With a hope to the ground and a shake of his back to get the leaves out of his shirtless, grey hair, the wolf snuck over to the sleeping animal. His nose sniffed furiously over the otter, while brown eyes admired the body with love. Starting from the foot and working up, he sniffed each pieces delicately. His tail swished back and forth in the wind, the otter's scent smelt royal as he nuzzled the foot with his dry nose. The canine whimpered as he rubbed the short tail fur over his face, he loved the thickness of the otter's tail. With his paws spread across the otter's legs, he rubbed his head against the coat, smiling with joy as he felt the soft belly push his head back. And then open eyes met closed ones as their noses touched. The wolf waited a while, looking down his muzzle into the furry face on the other side, thinking hard if he should do what he thought was right. "Screw it," was the last thing he said before kissing the sleeping otter's muzzle for a taste he would soon not forget.
The otter woke, his blue eyes blasted open to the feel of another's tongue in his mouth lapping at his teeth. He saw the wolf in front of him and put arms up against the canine's body to try and resist, but the wolf grabbed the revolting arms and held them down while his tongue continued to lap up the otter's taste. The brown animal pushed and resisted with all his might, but still made no progress on defending himself from the canine. Giving up, he plunged his own tongue back into the intruder's mouth in one final attempt to at least get some sort of experience out of the situation. His tongue lapped at the canine's teeth and tasted the pup's saliva, wrapped around and rubbed against the wolf's powerful taste muscle, and felt hot breaths of delicious air swallow down his own throat.
The wolf could feel the otter's give, but even in the strings of passion he felt pain and hurt to his heart. What would such a being be to him tomorrow but another otter, the thought burned deep into his mind and chest. No, he wanted this delicate otter to fill the empty part of his heart and sooth the burning pain from deep within. Parting from the passionate kiss, the canine looked lovingly back into the blue eyes. He smelled the otter's scent in the air and tasted the fur's spit in his maw. A lust of unsalted love took control of the canine as he wrapped his arms around his otter and pressed his lips onto the brown animal's once more to tango his tongue with the otter's.
With only a second to recover lost breaths, the otter took a quick look at the rugged wolf's face before being forced into another kiss. He felt the canine release his arms and, with a quick movement, he had both paws grasping the wolf's shoulders to force the intruder away. He was ready to make the final push and gain his freedom, but the tongue lapping in his mouth froze his muscles in place. Like watching the leaves from before his dreams, he was in a blissful, unexplainable happiness. He let his paws drop slowly from the canine's shoulders and drag through the long, thick, and white under fur of his captor. He could feel the wolf's muscles and he whimpered into the kiss as the canine's heart could be felt beating only a grasp away. His paws shifted lower in the fur and still more impressive muscles could be touched and lusted over by the slightly smaller fur.
The look of lust in the canine's brown eyes could be easily seen as he broke from the kiss once again and murred aloud for all the world to hear. The otter was rubbing his tender belly just the way he loved as paws dragged across his fur and pushed on each muscle. He nuzzled the otter's muzzle with long, hard breaths extruding from his lungs. "How long has it been since someone has rubbed my belly," he whispered softly to the winds around him. "Oh how much I had forgotten another's touch could feel so good on my underside."
The words drifted into the air for no one's ears; the otter's own half circle ears were turned off while he felt the wolf's muscles. He loved the feel of the tensing and relaxing strength in his paws as they moved through the thick, poorly groomed fur. Even as the wolf tumbled onto his back as leaves brushed out into the air in a furry of colors while the otter straddled over his body, his mind was far from what he was actually doing.
For several more minutes the wolf stayed on the ground with a grin across his face and an otter between his legs nesting right near his crotch. He could have stayed in this position for an eternity, as long as the otter was rubbing his stomach, but still he felt alone in his heart. He wanted someone or something to hold onto forever, that's all he wanted to live for and to live with. With one long reach, he pulled the otter down to lay with his fuzzy head resting on his thick furred chest. Hugging the creature close to him and rubbing the animal's back, he continued to murr softly with eyes shut.
The otter felt weird; half of his body told him to jump to his feet and run as far away as possible, but still another half said stay in this canine's grasp forever. He listened to the beat of the wolf's heart and the deep gasp of the lungs drowning in the cold October air, he ruffled paws through the war fur that cushioned his body much like a pillow, and he felt the sweet dreams of sleep taking over his mind once again. Snuggling his muzzle into the soft fur and feeling the rise and fall from each breath, he shut heavy eyes off into sleep.
The pup just laid there with the otter in his grasp, listening to the cute, soft snores his prize of the day made with each breath. With a large breath in to fill every inch of his lungs, he whispered to the wind, "I think I've really made a great catch today."
The wind picked up and the canine watched his prize shiver on top of his warm body to the cold air's touch. Leaning over, he kissed the otter's fuzzy head and inhaled another large breath of the scent he enjoyed so much. Moving his hand down to the otter's behind, he was able to sit up and feel the cool breeze blow leaves out of his back fur. In the distance the sun sparkled while the sky lit up with reds, oranges, and yellows in a passionate fire. He wrapped the limp otter around him as best he could before standing up and walking back to his dorm room with prize in hand.
Not once did the otter wake on the journey home...
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The best dreams one could ever imagine was all the otter could dream about in his perfect slumber. With a smile that spoke all the joys of this world did the otter wake in a bed that was not his own. He took in the musk of the canine that seemed embedded deeply into the sheets and mattress, his thoughts stirring of the kiss that had brought him into this bed. For some reason unknown to the fur, fear was not in his heart as he lay in the other's bed.
The pup moved slightly from behind the otter and then the warmth of the cuddling fur could be felt easily through the hand wrapped around his plump belly and the chest that touched his back. The otter's heart raced, his clothing had all been stripped from him, including his underwear with the star on the crotch. Except for the furry body that hugged him from behind and the few bed sheets that sheltered him from the colder room air, he was completely exposed. He felt a furry tail arch in between his legs while the wolf's muzzle closed around one of his ears and nibbled playfully at the rounded tip. The brown fur froze for a second, but as the longhaired tail tickled his ball sac he slowly started to chuckle under each breath and arch his back into the canine's muscular chest.
The wolf awoke from a quickly forgotten dream to the feel of a warm fuzz ball pressing against his stomach. "Well hello cutey," he whispered into the ear he had been chewing on. Hugging the warm otter closer to his body, he added, "I hope you don't mind, but I undressed you before going to bed. I wasn't going to take your underwear off, but that star just made me want to grab your crotch so much I had to get rid of it!"
The smaller otter just lay there thinking for a few moments while the wolf playfully reached around and grabbed his crotch for emphasis. "Am I in love with this stranger?" He couldn't answer the question in his mind that would solve why he still stayed in the bed completely naked, but he knew something that might help him answer the question. Twisting in the wolf's hold, he faced the canine for a quick look at what was sleeping with him before nuzzling the fur on the pup's chest. "You're so warm," escaped his muzzle as he murred and pushed closer to his captor.
The canine just smiled and ruffled the otter's back fur in agreement, "Well then I do think I've made one hell of a lucky catch. You can stay in my arms forever, but I do need to know your name."
With arms wrapped around to hold the pup close and his eyes looking straight back into the wolf's deep, dark brown ones, he calmly answered, "Jude."
"Jude, like the song? Then I guess I can never forget it." The wolf seemed almost dazed; he had the name and that's all he needed to keep ownership of the fur in his paws. "You just remember Eric now, and don't you ever forget my name!"
The otter didn't have to reply, for soon his lips were pressed up against the wolf's as they locked into a passionate kiss once again. They let each other's tongues enter the other's mouth, as they tasted saliva that seemed too familiar from a few hours ago, and tickled each other's nerves. The otter could feel Eric's hand moving down his back, a small murr escaping from his throat, and then the paw stumbled over his butt cheek to gently rub his ass and tail. He could feel the excitement building as blood flowed towards his cock in a growing erection; he assumed the pup wasn't far from this state of mind as well.
Trying to gain dominance, the otter broke from the kiss and ran down the thick pelt of his mate. The canine was much too quick for Jude and put his paw right up against the otter's own crotch. One small squeeze to the growing member pushed a little pink tip out of the slit of the fuzzy, light brown sheath as the otter moaned aloud. The wolf lowered his paw and began playing with the two furry balls below. He rolled the two orbs in his paw and tugged playfully at them while his other paw continued to rub and massage the nice otter ass. "You have such a nice package, I just have trouble keeping my paws off of it," the pup said as he gave a loving smack to the otter's ass and lightly squeezed the orbs in hand.
Jude was panting a little bit, most of his cock unsheathed and still growing firmer with the passing seconds. The poor otter even moaned loudly as he nipples were licked and nibbled on by his mate. He lusted this wolf more than he thought possible, but every move the wolf made seemed only the more torturous to the otter's lust. Putting a webbed paw to the canine's crotch, he felt a hard, dripping wet dick throb in his paw to caress. His paws moved smoothly up and down the stiff shaft, but more importantly he felt a painful throb in his own meat from the joys of touching another male.
The canine was hot now and desperate for release in his new mate's tender tailhole. Quickly turning around and straddling his own cock over the otter's mouth, he put a male crotch to his muzzle and breathed in deeply. The otter's scent entered his nostrils and a shiver ran down his back, spiking the fur. He could feel his own pre oozing onto the brown animals snout, but that didn't matter to him. All Eric wanted was the taste of this male in his mouth. His tongue drooped out and he ran his saliva dripping muscle across the furry balls he loved and lusted to taste. The sweat tasted better than anything to previously have entered his muzzle, his ears perking in delight.
Jude felt the tongue lap his nut sac passionately as he thrusted naturally towards the muzzle that soothed his balls. He murred loudly as another drop of pre splattered onto his maw. His tongue lapped the clear liquid up before he lifted his head and put one ball easily into his muzzle. The otter's paws moved naturally up to the canine's ass cheeks and began massaging the muscular bottom lovingly.
Eric licked from the base to the tip of the otter's long cock before slipping the eight-inch dick into his maw and down his throat. His tongue twirled around the cock with each inch that entered his mouth, milking more and more of the delicious, salty pre from the otter. His paws were cupping and playing with the saliva entrenched balls, but slowly he moved a paw down to the otter's bottom. Pushing Jude's large tail down from it's curled up state, he let his smooth pads rim the otter's ass and push teasingly at his tight pucker. Soon enough, the canine had a plump finger inside and moving deeper to loosen the otter's tight ass. Twirling his tongue some more, he started bobbing up and down on the meat in his mouth. Joyous thought of where his cock would be came to mind as he felt pre drip down the back of his throat and into his empty stomach.
Just almost bit down on the wolf's ball in his muzzle, his paws gripping the wolf's ass intensely as another natural thrust pushed his cock a bit deeper into the pup's throat. He let go of the orb in his maw and breathed heavily for a few second. "Oh Gods," he muttered before tasting the tip of the canine cock. The sticky, salty liquid ran across his tongue and down his throat as he slid his muzzle over the meaty tip. He started sucking and licking the meat in his maw while slowly moving farther down the red shaft. He felt the tip touch the back of his throat and began mimicking the wolf's head bobbing movements.
Only half of Eric's cock was going into the otter's muzzle, but he lusted for the feel of his entire shaft down the otter's throat and dripping directly into his gut. He wanted his whole shaft entrapped in the warm, wet, and wanting muzzle and as the otter came to the peak of his bob, engulfing the cock to the back of his throat, Eric thrusted his hips forward fairly hard and slammed a few more inches inside.
The otter gagged a bit as he felt the meat go down his throat, and moaned on the cock as he felt another finger plunge into his virgin tailhole. He felt the canine thrust his hips again and shoved another two inches down his small throat, stretching the sides farther as the meaty shaft throbbed. Jude felt like his throat was going to crack, ripping at the sides as the cock stretched all sides, and his ass burning. He breathed hard into a knot resting right above his nose, throbbing and too large for his mouth to take as it pulsed around his lips. The excitement was too much, the pain had become joy, and he felt his balls clench right up against his body. With a final, natural thrust the otter let his load explode inside a warm muzzle and splatter down to the wolf's stomach.
The wolf felt the tight sphincter grab hold of his two fingers painfully hard and felt two fuzzy balls smash into his nose. He could feel fluids begin to flow through the pulsing shaft in his muzzle before shooting cum straight into his stomach. Eric took the meal happily and then milled the erection for any last drops before letting the meat drop out of his mouth. "Fuck his tail," he thought while removing his fingers from the picker, "I just want to cum in that sweet muzzle of his right now!" Putting both paws on the bed, Eric began thrusting his shaft in and out of the otter's muzzle.
Jude could feel the cock pushing in and out of his mouth with a burning in his throat, but he was too exhausted from blowing his own load to care. The wolf's balls slapped into his face with each thrust, giving the otter the masculine smell to breath in with each breath. Lifting a paw up, he grabbed hold of the wolf's knot and squeezed. Eric howled loudly and slammed all but his knot into the otter's maw as he spent his load. Jude could feel the wolf seed blast into his belly and fill it up, the warm liquid giving him an at home sensation as he gladly accepted it. As the cock was being pulled from his mouth, still dripping, he lapped up the last bit of seed with a strange joy for the taste.
The pup rolled over and panted heavily for a while before saying, "God damn you are one hell of a catch." One he had enough energy; he turned around so his head was back up near the otter's. He kissed the brown mammal on the lips, who accepted gratefully, before falling back to sleep with his arms wrapped around his new lover.