Tidying Up
Tim surveyed the destruction: pizza boxes and empty bottles were scattered in every corner of the room and stacked in towers atop unpacked moving crates. His mate, Morgan, was already at work cleaning up the remnants of their housewarming party. Tim leaned against the wall and enjoyed the view of Morgan's brown tail and tight bum straining against his shorts as the otter bent to retrieve a bottle from beneath the sofa.
"The first night in our new house and it's already a mess" Tim laughed, "Still, I could get used to cleaning if you promise to dress like that every time. Or better yet, a cute little maid's outfit. I have just the one..."
Morgan contorted himself to look around, paw still wedged beneath the sofa, and stuck out his tongue at Tim. He finally succeeded in freeing the bottle, straightened, and placed it with the others. "I think we both know which one of us would end up wearing the maid's outfit." Morgan slipped behind Tim and wrapped a paw around his belly, pulling his mate's bum against his crotch. "And anyway, everything you own is in those 'petite bunny' sizes. Can you get a maid's costume in 'burly otter'?"
Tim pressed himself against Morgan and shivered with delight as he felt the otter's cock begin to swell and nestle between his cheeks. "I hope not..." Squirming, he turned to face Morgan and kissed him on the nose. "Let's leave the rest of this for tomorrow. It was great of the gang to help us move all our stuff, but I can't face the thought of cleaning up the mess they left from dinner right now. Besides, now that I've finally got you to myself - in our own house - there's a few things I've been waiting to show you..."
"Yeah, me too!" Morgan let go of Tim and bounded to his desk on the other side of the room, as his mate caught himself just before toppling backward. "Check this out, Tim. I've got our computers set up already!"
"Umm... that's not actually..." Tim mumbled to himself, but Morgan had already turned on his laptop and was fiddling with the switches on the two computers beneath the desk. Morgan, oblivious, was already opening up a flurry of windows on his desktop.
"The cable guy isn't coming to set up the Internet until Wednesday, but I've already got our network up and running" Morgan hauled the bunny into his lap, resting his head on the Tim's shoulder and reaching around his belly to use the mouse. "I've even moved your files off that portable hard drive you had and onto the server! Check it out - all your music and movies are on here now." Morgan licked the back of Tim's neck, "Porn too. There was a lot of that. Want to sort through it together?" He opened an image browser on the laptop and began paging through Tim's collection of yiffy images.
"Oooh, that sounds... Oh. Umm..." Tim stiffened, and squirmed on Morgan's lap. "Maybe we should leave that until tomorrow. It's late and all, and I..."
"But there are so many nice pictures here," Morgan continued to flip through Tim's pornographic stash. "Good thing I'm not the jealous t-" The next few pictures were part of a series involving an otter and rabbit. Morgan's finger hovered above the mouse button, frozen. The next image in the series showed the rabbit kneeling in front of the otter, grasping the otter's fat black cock in both paws as a stream of piss bathed the bunny's muzzle.
Tim froze. Morgan, startled, stabbed at the 'next' button. However, the next picture was no better - this one portrayed the same scene, seconds later, with the bunny drenched in piss and nuzzling the otter's crotch. He continued to click the mouse in a vain attempt to skip forward, but there were dozens of pictures in the same sequence - each more extreme than the last. Like a stop-motion animation, the drenched bunny crawled atop the otter and straddled his cock. They began fucking. The rabbit appeared to lose control and relieved himself on the otter, drenching them both in piss and waste.
Finally, Tim slapped his paw atop Morgan's so that the otter couldn't use the mouse, "...stop!" Morgan held still, and both stared at the laptop. The final image on the screen depicted the rabbit collapsed on the otter's chest in a pool of piss, shit and cum. Tim guided Morgan's paw forward on the mouse and closed the image browser. "That's... private," he squeaked. They sat silently.
"Oh... " Morgan became suddenly aware that he had developed a raging erection, which was pressing directly into his mate's ass. Tim was rigid. "I just didn't think... You never mentioned being into..." he stammered. "I mean, if you are into it." A pause. "Are you into it?"
Tim's nose and ears had flushed a bright pink. He sat stiffly in Morgan's lap and continued to look straight ahead at the now-empty laptop monitor. "Would you believe me if I said no?" he asked, almost in a whisper. Silence. "I'll understand if you think I'm disgusting."
Morgan sat unspeaking for nearly a minute. They were both rigid with tension. Then the otter reached for the mouse again and reopened the image browser. He entered the name of a directory manually - a hidden directory buried in his own porn collection, and opened a picture in the browser - the same picture he had found in his mate's collection. Morgan clicked the 'next' button, revealing the next picture in the otter-and-rabbit series. He continued to click, flipping through all the pictures until reaching the final image of the rabbit on the otter's chest they had stopped at minutes ago.
"You need to learn how to hide your porn as well as I do..." Morgan whispered, grinning weakly as Tim turned to look him in the eyes. Tim stared.
"You... bastard!" Tim clobbered Morgan on the head with a paw. "You suck! How could you string me along like that?" Laughing, half with amusement and half with relief, Morgan toppled out of the chair and onto the floor, on his back. Tim straddled him and continued pummeling the otter ineffectually.
"What?" Morgan croaked, laughing and fending off his mate's paws, "What was I supposed to say? 'Nice weather we're having today - hey, how about that poop sex?' It's not something you slip into a conversation. Besides, you were at least as embarrassed about it as I was." He seized the rabbit's arms and impulsively pulled him into a full-muzzled kiss. "Mmm... at least stop hitting me".
The rabbit snorted and surrendered to his mate, collapsing on Morgan's chest. "Alright, for now... You nosy sonovabitch". Tim nuzzled his head under Morgan's chin and lay pensively. "What now?"
Morgan stroked Tim's back and hummed to himself. "I dunno... I guess we could..." he paused, "you know, do it..."
Tim was silent for a moment. Then he whispered, "Is that going a bit fast? I'm still feeling kinda' weird right now." His paw strayed toward Morgan's crotch, stroking the otter's erection. "Have you ever done it before?"
"No," Morgan admitted. "Not with anyone else, anyway. By myself." Now Morgan blushed, though on an otter it was less obvious, "While fantasizing about you."
"Oh..." Tim giggled and blushed. "Me too. Fantasizing, I mean. I've never had the courage to admit this to anyone before. I couldn't even admit it to you, and I love you."
The otter crushed his mate in a massive hug. "I love you too. I love everything about you. And I know I'm going to love living with you". Morgan rolled over, spilling Tim onto the floor. He pounced atop the rabbit and pinned him to the ground. "I want to do everything with you, and I want to do everything to you."
He grinned, showing all his teeth, "Right now, I want to fuck you."
Laughing, Tim threw himself at Morgan, "Then do it, you bastard!" He clung to the otter's chest, "Carry me to yonder bedroom and do every nasty thing you can think of to me. If you run out of ideas, I have plenty."
Morgan, chortling, stumbled from the living room under Tim's weight and into the bedroom, hefting him onto the bed. The otter shucked off his t-shirt and shorts, kicking them into a corner, then climbed onto the bed with Tim. The rabbit rolled on the bed in front of him. Morgan reached to help his mate undress, but Tim was already half-naked and kicking off his pants. Morgan thrust his paw beneath Tim's underwear and levered them down. The rabbit's pink cock swung free, already sticky with precum. Morgan grasped it and held it against his own in the grip of one webbed paw. They were both wet and painfully hard.
Tim panted, "Sorry... but wow, this is hot. Are you sure you can, uh... produce?" He shivered as Morgan's paw snaked up and down their cocks.
Morgan coughed and grinned, embarrassed, "I, umm, had a lot at the party this evening. Holding it in might be more difficult."
Tim pressed against his mate, "Could we do it the way they did in the pictures? I've fantasized about them so many times..." He drew back, pulling away from Morgan, and knelt in front of the otter.
Balancing himself on the bed frame, Morgan stood in front of the pristine white bunny and held his cock in his paw. The otter fought to relax. Then, suddenly, he felt the tension release and a spurt of urine leapt from his cock and splattered on the rabbit's muzzle. Before Tim could make a sound, the floodgates released and a full-bodied stream of piss splashed from the otter's dick onto Tim's face and muzzle, drenching him. The rabbit opened his mouth and let the warm fluid course down his throat.
Tim gasped, "Oh, fuck. Piss all over me, Morgan!" The otter pointed his cock at the rabbit's chest, marking Tim's chest and belly with his urine. Tim hugged himself, rubbing the piss over every part of his body. Finally, Morgan pushed Tim onto his back and thrust himself atop the rabbit, pressing his crotch against Tim's as his last burst of piss inundated the space between them.
The two held each other for a moment, breathing hard. Then Morgan spoke, "Was that oka-".
Tim silenced him with a feral kiss, probing Morgan's mouth with his tongue. The otter went rigid with silent thrill. He could taste the acrid tang of his own piss in Tim's muzzle. The scent was hard to imagine.
"Less talk - more cock," Tim panted. The rabbit squirmed around and plunged his muzzle into Morgan's crotch. He nuzzled and licked the otter's black cock, teasing the last few drops of piss from the tip. Finally unable to help himself, Morgan thrust his crotch into the rabbit. Tim couldn't resist and the otter's cock slid deep within his muzzle. Morgan halted for a moment, then began to rock forward and back, fucking his mate's muzzle. The rabbit's tongue curled around his shafted and milked it of sticky-sweet precum.
Morgan suddenly held still and gasped. "No more or I'm going to pop."
"MMnththb nyett," Tim was still suckling his cock. The rabbit pulled back and released Morgan's dick, merely nuzzling his mate's crotch. "I said, not yet! You're gonna fucking cum inside me tonight."
Tim grinned, showing teeth, "And I think you're ready".
Kneeling, the rabbit pushed Morgan onto his back. He straddled the otter's belly. The dripping tip of Morgan's cock nestled between his tail and bum. Gently, deliberately, Tim lowered himself onto the otter's dick. Morgan's cock was moist with saliva and precum, but the bunny's tail hole was pristine. Tim grimaced as his mate's fat cock pierced his ass. He braced himself against Morgan's chest.
Morgan shivered with excitement as he felt Tim release himself. Warm rivulets of rabbit piss spread from Tim's cock across Morgan's belly and crotch. Suddenly, the first hints became a flood. Tim cried out, surprising himself. The rabbit shuddered as his urine flooded the space between them and spilled over the sides of Morgan's belly and between his legs. Morgan could not resist grinding himself into his mate as Tim finished pissing, each spurt bathing his cock in a flash of warmth.
At last, Tim shuddered in Morgan's arms and lay still, spent. After a moment, he grit his teeth and began to squeeze. Nothing appeared to happen at first. Morgan clasped his paws on either side of the rabbit's rump and held, silently, and the tip of his cock hovered at Tim's tail hole. Then, Tim breathed in sharply and - a second later - Morgan felt a warm, sticky pressure at the tip of his cock. His heart pounded in his chest.
Tim barked, "Fuck me, Morgan..."
Bucking upward and pressing the rabbit down with his paws on either side, Morgan drove his cock beneath the rabbit's tail. A moment's hesitation was followed by a burst of warmth as his dick slid into the silky confines of Tim's ass, made slick by a thick coat of the rabbit's shit.
Tim cried out as the otter's cock plunged to its limit. It felt unlike any other time they had fucked. As Morgan hilted himself in the rabbit, the pressure squeezed a warm layer of waste onto his crotch and balls. He drew back with a squelching sound. Tim tensed and pushed again, shuddering. Some barrier broken, his shit filled the space between their bodies. Morgan thrust desperately upward, spreading bunny shit across his crotch and the rabbit's ass.
Clutching his mate, Morgan fell into a rhythm - with each thrust, he drove deep into the rabbit and spread the waste between them. It quickly covered their midsections. Morgan clutched at Tim's ass with his paws, scooping up shit and spreading it over the few parts of his mate that weren't yet filthy.
"Tim..." Morgan whispered, hardly slowing his thrusts. "Tim, I can't hold off much longer. I don't know if I need to cum or piss... Maybe both."
"Do it!" Tim writhed in his embrace. "Fill me. Make me yours."
"Ahhh!" Morgan cried out, driving his cock deep within the rabbit's bowels and forcing himself to release one last time. Despite everything, he was able to produce nearly as much urine as the first time. It burst into Tim's ass, filling him almost instantly and spilling out onto the otter below.
The pressure was too much for Tim to bear. Crying out, he came. His cum spattered between their conjoined bodies, washed away in a deluge of piss and sticky waste.
Morgan's thrusts became more desperate and needed, driving piss and shit from his mate's bottom and soaking them both. At the last he clutched his mate firm against his chest and thrust, again and again, until finally he came - releasing spurt after spurt of hot otter cum deep within his mate.
Tim collapsed atop Morgan, panting for breath. Morgan bundled Tim in his arms. For several long minutes they lay together in silence. Both were indescribably filthy and soaked to the skin; the formerly white rabbit was streaked with yellow and brown. The smell of mingled shit, piss, and cum was intense.
Morgan drew the bunny's head toward his own and kissed him with surprising tenderness. Tim giggled. Morgan began to laugh.
"If you didn't want to clean up before..."