Under The Otter's Tail
**This is a little personal project that I have wanted to do for awhile now. I really enjoyed writing it, and unlike normal, I did not hold back on any of the details. Let this be a warning to you! This is a straight up, hardcore, gay furry smut story. It features lots of splooge, degradation, prostitution, spanking, and lots of other dirty things that some people might not like. If this is your kind of story, please leave me a comment I'd love any input anyone has to offer.
Special thanks to CurioDraco for helping me edit and generally supporting my efforts, even if they are totally spoogy and gay. <3**
Under The Otter's Tail - By Kitaii
Jocelyn was shoved roughly, face first, into the pile of pillows that served as the room's bed. He landed on hands and knees, tail directed at the foul tempered male equine, that was his newest client. The pillows were heavily stained, and smelled of sweat, and musk. The potent scent caused him to wrinkle his nose a little in reaction. Jocelyn started to push his muzzle away from the offending pillows, just to have the horse push him back down. The equine pulled the otter's thick tail back, and hiked up his wrap around skirt, the only clothing Jocelyn wore.
The other working boys had warned him about this specific patron. His name was Zerick, and he was a regular at 'The Lion's Tail' brothel. He had gained a bad reputation for roughing up the boys now and then, but he paid well, so the brothel's owners turned a blind eye to any grievance. Jocelyn knew his type well, he had dealt with plenty of other bad tempered bullies just like him in his time. They got off watching others squirm, and maybe tear up a little. Zerick would be no different, the best way to deal with their kind was to just grin and bare it.
Jocelyn looked back over his shoulder at the hazelnut furred stud, putting on his most pathetically submissive face. He reached back with a webbed paw to spread one of his asscheeks aside, exposing his ebony colored hole for the horses viewing pleasure.
Zerick grunted, pleased at the offering, and pulled off his sweat stained shirt. The horse was muscular, and broad shouldered, with a few scars marring his otherwise gorgeous physique. He moved closer to the otter, slipping off his belt and undoing his britches. Like most horses, he was well endowed. His mottled black and pink cock hung limp over a low hanging sac. The air in the small, dimly lit room quickly began to fill with the rich, earthy, smell of horse sweat and unwashed balls. A fitting scent for a place like this, really; it was almost pleasant compared to the scent of the pillows.
Zerick tossed the britches aside, but held onto the belt, pulling it taut with a snap. He grinned down sadistically at the otter, who for his part looked a little concerned. "Start loosening that pretty hole of yours for me, slut..." the equine commanded, in a low, angry voice. Jocelyn obeyed without hesitation, glad the horse was at least going to let him get warmed up first.
Jocelyn let go of his asscheek and sensually slid his middle and pointer fingers into his mouth. He coated them liberally with saliva before reaching the wet paw back to his rump. He pressed the lubricated digits against the dark flesh of his anus and closed his eyes. Slowly he dipped first one, then two fingers into the warm, ebony opening. He made soft, pleasant noises as he did this, more out of habit than actual pleasure. He was very used to having objects stuffed into his behind, and it rarely excited him anymore.
Jocelyn strained against his sphincter as he slowly pulled the two digits in separate directions, causing his anus to open slightly. The motion was intended to give the equine a teasing peek at his warm, inviting, insides. He would then relax the muscles to close around his probing fingers, repeating this action idly as he waited for his client's next whim.
Zerick watched the otter stretch the dark, tender, skin open and closed. The equine's length began to warm, hardening as he caught glimpses of Jocelyns pink, glistening, insides. He grinned down maliciously at the otter, deciding it was time to take a more active role in the entertainment. Zerick, thick leather belt still in hand, brought it down suddenly with a 'thwack' against the otter's asscheeks. Jocelyn yelped, knees buckling a little at the abrupt pain. His anus tightened up around his fingers as the sharp pain caused a shiver to go up his spine. Zerick laid into him a few more times, the sound of belt meeting otter rear reverberating off the walls of the small room as he did this. Jocelyn played his role well, whimpering, and softly begging for the horse to stop. It started to become less of an act as the muscular equine continued to rain down blows on his tender ass.
"Stop sniveling, slut....and get some more fingers in that cunt of yours. I'm a big man." he said, bringing the belt down again much harder than before. Jocelyn cried out and bit his lip against the pain and slid a third digit in, starting to pump them in and out with vigor. Zerick continued to bring the belt down mercilessly, again and again. The thick belt not only came down on Jocelyn's ass, but also his thighs, back, legs, feet, and even cock. The pathetic sounds of the otter's cries, no longer were an act. The otter pleaded and whimpered softly into his pillow. He could feel the hot sting of new welts forming under his fur. He was not going to be able to sit right for days after this.
The equine finally let up, panting from the effort. The sadistic bastard was rock hard, his mottled cock throbbing, twitching against his stomach. A steady stream of precum dripped from his tip, down the length of his shaft, and onto his leathery ebony sac. Smiling, he watched the sniveling otter cringe at a blow that never came.
Zerick knelt in the pillows behind Jocelyn and grabbed the otter's wrist. With a wet 'shlick', he pulled the otter's paw away from the pulsing hole. Jocelyn glanced back over his shoulder in apprehension. The equine bent his muzzle forward and gave the otter's pucker a long lap with his tongue. Jocelyn's eyes widened and he moaned in delight. A shiver of pleasure ran up his spine at the sensation of the warm, wet, horse tongue pressing firmly against the sensitive skin of his anus. Zerick went on to lap hungrily at the smaller otter's rear. He nipped firmly at Jocelyn's ass cheeks now and then, causing the otter to wince. Hot from the attention on his rear, his cock pulsed and dripped, wetting his belly fur as well as the pillows under him. He had become fully hard from the earlier abuse, much to his chagrin.
After a bit more of the heavy licking, the equine plunged his tongue into the warm, wet, opening, pushing past the dark colored sphincter, deep into the wonderfully soft pink flesh that lay beyond. "O-oh..Oooh~ f-fuck yes..." Jocelyn moaned into the musky pillows, the equine tongue undulating inside of him. Zerick moved his head back and forth, the tongue sliding in and out with the motion. The feeling was marvelous, the exploring tongue made the otter almost forget about the hot, throbbing pain of his welts.
After getting his fill of otter butt, he removed his tongue and inserted the thick pointer and middle digit of each hand into the otter's saliva covered tailhole. Zerick then pulled the fingers in opposite directions, opening the otter's anus up horizontally. Jocelyn winced as he was stretched, bracing himself by tightly gripping the pillows under him. The equine began to tease him, easing up for a moment, only to try and stretch the otter's sphincter even wider with a sudden, mean-spirited tug. "Ugh..mmm, ahh...ahh...gods.." Jocelyn groaned through clenched teeth into the pillows.
Zerick went on like this for a time, the sight of the otter's soft, glistening, inner walls sent shivers of arousal down his spine. He finally removed his fingers when he couldn't contain himself any longer.
"I think your cunt is ready for a little fun.." he said, bringing the fingers of one hand up to his nose, taking in the otter's scent. "Put your paws behind your back, slut..." the equine commanded, wrinkling his nose and reaching down to grab onto his own cock. Jocelyn complied, but did not seem overly happy about it. Without his paws to brace himself, this was going to be a rough experience.
Leaning forward and resting his cheek on the musky smelling pillow, he placed his paws behind his back. Zerick looped the belt around the otters wrists and tied it off in such a way that left enough of the belts length free to use as a leash of sorts.
Jocelyn braced himself as best he could, heart racing in anticipation, his anus throbbing dully and winking open and closed like a mare in heat from the previous stimulation. The equine's warm, hard tip pressed solidly against the otter's opening. Jocelyn winced as the cock began to slowly slide past the sphincter, finally popping into the warm, slick meat of the otters anal cavity.
"Mmmm...uhhh" the otter groaned as the horse's cock impaled him deeply. When it was halfway in, Jocelyn felt like he could not take even an inch more, but Zerick pushed on. The otter panted, squeezing his eyes shut at the intense feeling of being penetrated so deeply. The horse grunted and pushed the rest of the way in, one hand holding the belt taut, causing the otters arms to pull back painfully. The other hand squeezed the otter's hip and held Jocelyn's rear firmly to his pelvis. The otter gave a guttural groan, panting loudly and wincing at the strain it caused on his innards. He imagined, if he looked, he would be able to see the horse's cock bulging from his stomach a bit.
The horse began to slide the considerable length out, but after about halfway he slammed it back in with another grunt. The powerful thrust forced Jocelyns face deep into the filthy pillows. He whimpered, eyes beginning to tear up again as the horse would pull him back up by the arms, pull out, then thrust roughly back into him. Zerick did this again and again, sliding in and out of the otter rhythmically. He would increase in speed at first only to slow down and slide as deep as he could manage. The large horse cock began to squelch into the otter's ass with each thrust, as the throbbing length coated Jocelyn's anal walls with slick precum.
Jocelyn became more and more vocal as the equine thrusts increased in strength and speed, moaning in pain and ecstasy as he was pounded by the horse's sizeable member. His arms ached from the strain of the belt restraint, and his legs trembled with the sheer intensity of being filled so deeply. His cock bobbed up and down with the power of Zerick's thrusts. Each time the horse's cock slid home, the equine's heavy, pre soaked balls would bump into the otters own, causing an uncomfortable ache in his abdomen.
Zerick released the small length of belt, grabbed onto the otters hips with both hands, and moved into a crouched position behind him. He went on to pound the small otter mercilessly with deep, full thrusts, going all out. The belt stayed in place, steadfastly holding the otter's arms behind him, though now with the small mercy of no longer being held back so forcibly.
Jocelyn cried out, holding on the best he could against the onslaught. His eyes streamed, toes curled, body tense, and his anus throbbed with a dull pain. He was reaching his limit, wanting nothing more than to just pull away and curl up in the corner. Not knowing how much longer he could hold on, he began to break down and panic, trying to pull away. The horse would not have it, his iron grip on the otter's hips held firm. Fortunately for the little otter, the equine soon gave a deep moan and an exultant 'Fuck!' signaling his climax.
A flood of warm seed gushed into the otter with some considerable force. Zerick gave a few final thrusts as he rode out the quickly deflating orgasm, punctuating its end with one final, full thrust that sent Jocelyn's face deep into the pillows. The horse stayed slumped over Jocelyn's body for a few moments, forcing the otter's face into the foul smelling pillows. Zerick's cock continued to throb, lodged firmly inside the otter, pulsing warm cum deep into his bowels.
Jocelyn could only moan into the pillows as the equine's egg-sized balls emptied into him, filling him enough that his stomach bulged slightly with the enormous amount of fluid. The little otter's gut ached slightly, the feeling both unpleasant and satisfying. The horse let out a contented sigh before pulling out his deflating cock with a wet squelch. Thick horse seed poured from the otter's abused hole, causing him to moan at the pleasant feeling of release. The horse wiped his cock clean on the otters rump before looking down at the cum-soaked creature with a frown.
"Your kind make me sick, otter..." he said with a sneer, hands coming to rest on his hips. "Look at you, you love it don't you... all you have to do is get fucked all day... never have to do an honest day's work. Just get to sit in a comfortable room all day. Just waiting to be paid for something you would just as well give away for free...while the rest of us have to work hard to earn a living". Zerick spat on the ground next to the otter before retrieving his belt from the otter's wrists, moving then to pick up his pants and shirt. "You're fucking pathetic..." he said, starting to dress.
Jocelyn sat up, one paw going to his slightly distended stomach, not looking at the equine. Horse cum streamed from his well-used hole, dribbling over his ankles and foot paws. He was used to this kind of thing from clients. Hoping the horse would leave soon, he remained silent and kept his head and eyes down.
Zerick slid his shirt back on over his head and left the room, muttering something vile under his breath, slamming the door as he went. The otter sighed and flopped back onto the pillows. His cock was rock hard and it pulsed needingly. His balls were warm and wet, slick with a mix of precum and the horse's seed. He slid a webbed paw down his chest, first to his stomach, then to his pelvis, continuing down till it was between his legs. He laid his paw flat against his throbbing tailhole, running a finger around the well-loosened entrance, warm liquid leaking out onto his palm. He lifted his legs up a little, closed his eyes and pushed. His anus made an unpleasant wet noise as cum gushed out, soaking his paw in the warm off-white colored liquid. With his free hand he began to stroke his cock, in his mind playing back the last twenty minutes for his own personal entertainment.
He lowered his legs and moved the cum-soaked paw back up. It dripped thick horse seed onto his stomach, chest, neck and muzzle as he brought it up to his face to inspect. He looked longingly at the warm, potent-smelling liquid covering his paw, watching as the spunk began to run down onto his wrist.
He quickly and hungrily lapped it up before it could drip down onto his face, admiring the thick, salty taste. His other paw pumped vigorously at his cock as he licked and sucked the departed clients seed clean from his fingers. The depraved act pushed him over the edge, causing him to groan loudly. His whole body tensed in orgasm as jets of his own seed covered his chest. The remaining horse spooge squirted out of him, puddling on to his tail and the pillows beneath. He lay panting for a time, paw still gripping his wilting cock. He stared at the ceiling, a little ashamed at his actions, but enjoying the afterglow nonetheless.
As the warmth of climax began to fade, the aches and pains caught up with him. He licked the remnants of the salty liquid from his lips and gave a deep sigh, imagining what he must look like. "You are fucking pathetic..." the otter said quietly to the empty room as he got up, removing his skirt and tossing the moist cloth to the side. He left the room to get cleaned up for the evening rush. He had a long night ahead of him, after all.
End.