Black and White-Black
Tristan Hawthorne (c) Me
Everyone Else! (c) Jizzal
Warning: This version has scat. If you don't like scat, then don't read after the ~~~~ s.
Black and White
Jizzal was astride Tris with a feather, slowly poking the bunny's nose with it. He was in his newly acquired otter form, tall, slender and black as night, save the tuft of white fur atop his head that let you know who he was. Tristan sniffled then sneezed a bit. Jizzal tried to keep back from giggling. He poked at Tris' nose one more time, before the bunny swatted at his own face.
Tris awoke to find his own spooge-covered paw on his face and a big black otter writhing with glee on his bed next to him. He growled, eyes turning orange as he put two and two together, sitting up, "Very cute, Jizzal. I like how you took a homophobic fratboy prank and gayed it up totally." He sniffed his paw to find it was, indeed, otterspunk. He resisted the urge to lick it off.
Jizzal must have noticed Tris' near partaking of his seed because he spoke up, "Well I thought you'd find ottercream tastier to wake up to than whipped cream." When Tris just kept glowering he sighed, "I mean c'mon, I could have eaten you. You're really a deep sleeper."
Tris pouted, "Am not..." He blushed softly, staring at the mess of goop on his paw and scooting out of bed, naked, since PJs didn't last long when he stayed over at Jizzal's place. He padded to the door only to find Jizzal following him with a mischievous grin on his face. "If you rigged a bucket of spooge up over the door to fall on me when I go to the bathroom to wash up, I'm going to kill you. Slowly. And not in the sexy way either."
Jizzal giggled at that, "Buckets over doors are so passe. I mean honestly."
"Hell I'm half surprised there isn't yarn all over the room and water balloons time released from the ceiling, since you seem to be going for all the old pranks. Is there anything besides spooge on my face? No, I don't trust you to answer that correctly right now, I'm going to the bathroom." Jizzal sat back down on the bed as Tris padded off. He waited and about 15 seconds later he heard Tris "AUGH!!!" And a faucet running, with lots of splashing.
Jizzal was trying hard not to snicker and regained his composure, "And Five... Four... Three... Two... One..." He looked to the door, which swung open to reveal Tris, head dripping wet and the words "Cock Goes Here" with an arrow pointing to his mouth in hot pink sharpie.
"Did you have to use permanent marker....?" Tristan glowered, eyes firy orange.
Jizzal smirked and hugged his tail, "Hmm... I thought the Pink made for a personal touch."
Tris looked ready to explode, but closed his eyes, and muttering a soft spell, the ink vanishing from his fur after a moment or so. He then smirked a little, eyes still closed, "You think you're a good mischievous otter? Well I say we have an Otter-off..." As he spoke, his body was realigning itself, his footpaws shrinking and growing webbing between them, his ears almost slurping up into his head as his tail became less fluffy and much much longer. Soon Tris was an otter as well, opening his eyes to a bright blue, grinning evilly at Jizzal, "Or are you afraid you can't take me at otteryness?"
Jizzal chuured in admiration for Tris' otterish form, then smirked, "Bring it, bitch." He hmmed and stroked his chin for a moment, thinking, "Well we should have a real otter call the match." He chuckled, "You know, since neither of us are... really."
Tris nodded, "Good idea. I'm sure Terry won't be biased towards me at all, especially since he's my lil bro and all." He giggled, heading into the hall towards the otterboy's room. Jizzal chased after. They found themselves abroad the hall, then with a little look to each other, both started to walk faster.
Terry jumped a bit in his bed as he was awoken by the sound of two webbed paws slamming onto his door from the other side. He scooted off his bed and toddled over to the door, opening it while rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He beheld before him two tall slender, yet masculine and attractive otters, one white with black hair to his shoulders, the other black with a short tuft of white headfur. "Wow..." the little otter murmered at this beautiful sight, and actually reached to pinch his own rump to check to see whether he was dreaming, He winced and then grinned, realizing who the two were, "Is there something I can do for you two. Jizzal, Tris?"
"We're having an otter-off." Tris beamed.
"You're judging!" Jizzal declared. Both had coincidentally made identical, mirror poses from one another.
Terry found himself unable to hold back his giggles, and actually had to hold onto the doorknob for support as both otters made indignant noises at the same time. "Okay, okay, I think the first trial is a tie."
Jizzal blinked, "What's the first trial?"
"Sheer Sillyness." Terry giggled and pushed between the two, heading off down the hall, "Now to the second trial!" He grinned, the 9 year old otter pointing forwards as the two blushing otters rushed to follow.
When Terry stopped he was standing outside, in front of the pool. He kept his distance from it for now, the little otter being paradoxically hydrophobic. He turned to the competitors. "Okay, Second Trial is swimming ability. The first otter to swim 7 lengths of the pool wins the Trial. Since there's no way in hell I'm going near that thing, I'm deferring this one to Geoff." He gestured to the anthropomorphic shark in a tight speedo, the resident lifeguard.
He grinned with his saw teeth down at Terry, having just arrived at his side, hearing the whole little speech from his place alongside the pool and on the way over. "I'll play along Terry. I have to admit, they do look rather tempting like that though..."
Terry gave Geoff a look, "No eating anyone until the contest is over." The tiny otter stomped his webbed footpaw.
Geoff giggled at the adorable display, "Okay, lil guy, you win. Come with me, boys." The muscular shark slapped his way across the pavement to the diving boards at one end of the giant pool. "Stay in your own lanes, No contact with each other. You have to touch the wall on either end for that length of the pool to count before turning. Two lengths is a lap, seven laps orders Lord Terrlik. In position you two." The two otters nodded, understanding the rules and got up onto the diving boards, getting into position. Geoff rumbled pleasantly as he walked behind the two naked otters, admiring the white rump and black rump, before getting his stopwatch function ready on his waterproof watch. He gave those taut rumps one more look with a lick of his lips and a bulge to his speedo, and then barked out, "GO!"
Both otters sprung forwards, diving below the surface and kicking in smooth undulating motions under the water all the way to the other wall, both touching the wall with a webbed paw at the same time, before rolling in the water and pushing off with their legs and tails, surfacing and starting to freestyle back. Geoff climbed up onto his lifeguard chair at the starting/ending wall and checked the time, seeing they were both making good time. On the second lap, Tristan started to pull ahead, nearly getting to being a full length ahead, before on the fourth lap Jizzal started closing the distance between them. Tristan was slowing down, by Geoff's estimation with his watch. By the sixth lap Tris was a full length behind. In fact when Tris finally slapped the wall to end his seventh lap, Jizzal was sitting over him, legs spread, cock in his face with a victorious grin. "No fair." Tris panted, out of breath.
"That's what she said!" Jizzal shouted spontaneously. Geoff gave him a strange look.
Terry's voice came from the house. "Get in here you two! Third Trial!"
Jizzal stood, giving a soft swat to Tris' head with his tailtip before padding quickly towards the house. "Hey!" Tris shouted and climbed out of the pool, running after him.
"No running near the pool!" Geoff shouted, before sighing and shaking his head. He reached down to stroke the long bulge in his speedo to the thoughts of those otterboys...
When Tris arrived in the house, he saw Jizzal's tail vanishing into the kitchen and chased it. When he reached the kitchen he found Terry standing on the counter between two platters piled to the otterboy's crotch height with fresh fish! "Third Trial! Gluttony! Everyone knows we otters are greedy lil bastards."
A rather gay giggle was heard from behind the two otters, and both received a firm grope on the rump from the speaker, "Wouldn't it be better if they both got a flat rock and 15 oysters to crack?"
Terry glared at the intruder, "Hey, I'm the adjudicator! That means for the duration of this contest I AM GOD!"
Jal giggled from between the black and white otters. "If you're God, I should start going to church." The black jackal gave another squeeze to each rump.
"Anyway, we don't have any oysters and I don't think Flik would appreciate us pulling up the stepping stones from the gardens." Terry crossed his arms, still glowering. "As I was saying, whoever can eat the most of these fish in thirty seconds wins the third Trial!"
Tris and Jizzal pulled up stools at the counter, sitting down. Tris grinned, "Just what I need. All that swimming made me hungry...."
"That's what she said!"
"What does that even mean?"
"That's what she said!"
"STOP THAT!" Terry yelled. Both otters snapped to attention, sitting up taller in their seats. Tris licked his lips, staring at the fish. Jizzal did the same, staring at Terry's crotch. He then snapped his attention back to the fish as Terry held aloft an eggtimer, "Thirty seconds starting..." He wound it up, "NOW!" Jizzal started grabbing two fish at at time in each paw by the tails, closing his mouth only long enough to swallow, alternating paws in a steady motion. Tris meanwhile was working at his jaw. Jizzal grinned between swallows and kept it up, nearing the halfway point on his pile. As Terry started to count down from ten loudly, Tris snatched up his platter, held it up, and gaped wide. Then he gaped wider. And wider. He dumped the whole platter into his impossibly gaped mouth, managed to close his mouth, then gulp it all down. He was licking his fingers and patting his big gut as Terry counted to zero. Jizzal still had a good pile of fish on his plate left.
Tris grinned and pointed to the pile, "You gonna finish that?" His belly started to gurgle loudly, working on his big breakfast.
Terry hmmed softly, "I hadn't thought ahead this far..." He pondered the tied otters, wondering what a good tiebreaker would be. Then he grinned. "Final round!" He jumped down off the counter and ran into the living room, were there was a nice big open area in the middle of the room surrounded by couches on three sides. He flopped onto the back middle couch. "Sexual stamina!" He reached between the cushions and held aloft a quarter he found there. "Jizzal, as the winner of the second round, you get to call first. Heads or Tails."
Jizzal beamed, and as Terry flipped the coin he called, "Heads!"
Terry slapped the coin onto the back of his paw and grinned as he saw the coin landed tails. "Tris, you won round three, you call second."
Tris seemed confused but nodded, rubbing his glorping gut. In midair he called, "Tails!"
Terry smirked at the second landing of tails, and leaned back, "So it's decided. Tris will mount Jizzal. Whoever cums last wins!"
Jizzal's jaw dropped, "What!?"
Tris smirked, stroking his already growing otterdick, "That's what she said." Jizzal glared at his opponent and Tris grinned wide, "See how irritating it can get?"
"Get in position you two..." Terry licked his lips and reached down to stroke his own hardening ottercock, awaiting the destined to be sexy show. Jizzal sighed and kneeled down, reluctantly raising his thick rudder tail. Tris kneeled behind him, hugging the black tail to his chest and nuzzling it a bit as his black cock pushed up against Jizzal's taught rump. "On your mark.... Get set..." Terry grinned as he saw an audience amassing on the other side of the room, eager to watch this. "FUCK!"
Tristan plunged his shaft deep into Jizzal with a grunt, the black otter letting out a moan as he was speared into, starting to flex his insides around the intruder, his strategy to get Tris to cum into him, hopefully without his own cock even leaving his sheath. He grinned at the idea of that, imagining the announcer from Mortal Kombat declaring it a FLAWLESS VICTORY.
His ambitions were soon shattered by the paw rubbing his sheath, the white otter's webbed fingers coaxing the other black cock into its grasp in seconds, before Tris started to thrust firmly, angling his cock for optimum pleasure points inside the otter below him. Jizzal moaned and flexed his tailhole more, slithering his tail away from Tris' arms and pushing the tip under Tris' own, penetrating! Tris cried out, "N-No fair!" He started thrusting harder, squeezing Jizzal's cock hard as he fapped at it with his soft smooth paw. Both otter moaned and clenched, thrusted and bucked, their orgasms rushing towards them far more rapidly than if they weren't competing. Both bodies writhed and convulsed for a moment, before identical cries of bliss sounded in unison, and the two were cumming as one. They slumped together and murmered softly in afterglow, both wondering who won... Then they both got a thick shot of otter jizz in their face. Terry slumped, chuuring, "Mmmm.... That was a good show, right boys?" The two otters on the floor slowly turned to look at the mass of erections on the other side of the room, before countless shots of seed started to spurt onto them as the males moved to surround them, giving them their prize of bukkake. Tris and Jizzal blushed and writhed softly, still joined at the hips as they were soon coated with seed. Tris finally managed to pull out as the rain of seed died down, managing to open his eyes. "Guess we both win, hon..."
Jizzal smirked, still facing away from the white otter, "Yeah... Say, could you clean up my rump, Tris?"
Tris blinked, thinking all of Jizzal could use a clean up, not to mention himself. He shrugged and leaned in under the raised tail, starting to lick softly. He glurked as the strong black otter tail wrapped around his head and pushed his face in-between the firm rumpcheeks. He whimpered and writhed as he was caught, the tail starting to force his muzzle into Jizzal, spreading the loose spoogy tailhole. Soon the white otter was following his load, his whole head in Jizzal's ass. The white otter tried to push at the ass devouring him, but the coating of seed was so slippery that he just got his whole arms caught in the hungry ass. Jizzal started to sit back as his tail reached down and pulled at Tris more, working his chest in, followed by his still gurgling belly full of fish, the black otter's own belly swelling out rapidly as the white one was worked deeper and deeper into his bowels. Tris kicked his legs a bit, before Jizzal managed to get his hips in, getting up on all fours and panting, flexing and wrapping the other otter's tail and legs in his own, forcing him deeper, feeling him start to curl up. He soon had all but two wiggling feet and a couple feet of squirming tail. He laid his head on his arms and groaned, the feet vanishing, then the tail slurping into his widely spread rump, which slowly irised shut, sealing Tris in his hot ass. Jizzal rolled onto his back and started rubbing his gut, "Mmm... I win..."
Terry giggles, "Jizzal wins!" The males all around applaud the very sexy display of Tris' face making bulges in the other otter's belly as he squirms weakly, getting weaker with every moment. Terry jumped down off the couch, "Lets get our champ all cleaned up!"
Jizzal smiled down at Terry as he stood and was lead off towards the showers, "I think I'll need a long nap after I'm clean..."
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Jizzal awoke with Terry in his arms in his own room. The little otterboy was asleep, nuzzling into the other otter's chest. He realized what woke him up was the pressure in his bowels. He groaned and got up, careful not to wake little Terry, before he waddled down the hall to the bathroom, getting up onto one of the industrial strength toilets there, "Oooh... Here comes Tris..." He moaned as his black pucker parted to reveal a dark, nearly black sludge of scat starting to push out and down into the bowl of the toilet, staring to coil under the water. He panted, feeling his cock throbbing to life as his tailhole was so nicely stimulated by the giant shit, feeling a big lump nearing his rectum as he kept pushing. His cock spasmed as it passed over his prostate, the black otter forcing himself to keep himself from cumming, before a bleached otter skull popped out his ass onto the pile in the bowl of the toilet. He panted softly and turned, jacking off his cock hard, and cumming out his wad all over his defeated comrade. Moments after his orgasm ended, he started to piss hard, all his backed up urine in his bladder forcing its way out, adding to the general filth of the contents of the bowl, "Oooh... there we go. Now we know who the best otter is, now don't we?" Jizzal giggled and flushed the toilet.