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I opened my journal today, but found that for the last seven months I had written nothing new. Strange. I can only blame that this hell of a life is what led to the diminishing pages of my world's sick and twisted poetry.

Today was interesting, to say the least. I was standing in front of my car, the key already in the door, and I just couldn't force myself to turn the metal piece and go on to work. I looked at the glass window on the door and saw myself staring back, my deep blue eyes reflecting back from the black fur that surrounded. I felt tired, I could see that in those orbs that kept gazing back at me, and I sighed as I slowly started to turn the key. I looked down to the lock, less than a quarter turned in my black paws, and felt like all the joy in the world was being taken away if I turned that piece anymore.

I brought my eyes back up to my reflection and saw the image of what was happening to me, my whole existence reflected back to me in the expression and feeling, that I had become a drone to the world. My eyes fell, my heart sank, and my ears lowered as I thought of how sad I looked in being the factory piece society need to keep running. I just couldn't turn the key, there wasn't anything that could make me now that I knew exactly what I truly was and meant to everyone else.

It was another windy day, the chill sent straight up my spine as I stood in front of my car like an idiot, and a few piece of trash blew around the streets. I'm not sure if luck was something I have, but the right piece of trash struck my car and stuck to the window in front of me. I looked up at the paper and brought my paw up to tear it off, but found the words captivating, the picture mesmerizing, and the whole idea attractive. It read "Get the perfect future, get the thing you want, and get it now for cheap with Drake, the artist's truth!" The more I stared at the picture, the more I read the word perfect, the more I breathed in the idea, the more everything felt right, and the more I wanted out of my life were all the reasons I left my car with the keys still in the door and ventured down the street by foot towards the address.

About ten minutes later I was at the place, a house not too far away with the same poster next to the old wooden door. It looked torn up with one the main window's shudder on the porch next to a worn green bench, the other shudder was hanging onto the window with a single rusted nail. The window itself was fogged with dust and a few cobwebs stayed on the sides with their little spider occupants waiting patiently near by. I tried not to look too much around at my surroundings, I just wanted whatever the perfect thing in my life was and then to leave. I took a step forward and felt paper underneath my foot and looked down to see what my little paw pads were on top of. A pile of old mail had been building right outside the door, unattained and uncared for, so I grabbed up all the pieces as best I could. "I should just give him this, that wouldn't be so bad," I spoke to myself.

Once I had the mail underneath my arm, I knocked on the old door in front of me. The door felt like it was breaking under each moderately hard tap I gave, each rap of my paw against the wood a sick sort of noise. I'm not sure why that detail interests me so much, God I must be the most lonesome person ever to care that much about the little details. I stood and waited a few more minutes, thinking about the sound of the door coming into contact with my paw, before pursuing to knock yet again on the door. The hinges must have been loose, or the door must not have been built right, but the whole thing just kind of fell inwards and slammed down on the ground.

I'm not sure why, but even with the slamming of the door I felt that I really did need to press further into this house and see whatever it was that I came here for. I stepped on top of the door and sank a little bit as the wood gave away just a little, like when one stands on top of a trampoline and sinks inward a bit as their weight pulls it down. I looked around the dust-covered room and all the lights were off, but with what light came through the windows I could see the place was almost abandoned.

"Hello," was all I could call from my now dry throat, "is anybody here?" I'm not sure if I truly expected for someone to answer, I'm not sure if I expected my day to end up here even, but I was probably hoping to hear or find someone in this house. "Hello," I yelled again while my round, black ears listened to the echo fill throughout the house.

I started walking around the house blindly, walking around corners and opening doors as I searched for someone, but just kept finding nothing of interest. I turned another corner in the house and found this strange spiraling metal staircase that went up to the second floor. Feeling I had already come pretty far and to not finish my journey would be irresponsible, I walked up that staircase. The metal was could to the touch, I could feel it in the pads on my feet and in my paw that gripped the side. As I reached the top, I looked back down to where I had just come from, it seemed so distant to me for some reason. As if while touching that staircase I had ventured into another world that sent shivers of excitement and surprise up my spine.

I looked up from the staircase and found myself not on the second floor as I had been expecting, but rather in a secret attic type of crawlspace. The ceiling was missing pieces where the light of day showed perfectly through and a chill from the wind came in. I looked towards the walls and found several canvases stacked in every direction. I stepped up onto the dusty, wooden floor and started walking past all the pieces of artwork, my paw touching the paintings as if hoping something could be gained from the simple feel.

The crawlspace wasn't long, and I didn't have to walk far to find the end, but at the end I found something very interesting. In the corner of the room was a gap where all the canvas paintings ended and before the wall began. In this corner was a little black otter with blue stripes holding onto one painting asleep, but he was curled up in this scared and terror filled type of way.

I'm not sure what was wrong with me, but I didn't feel like doing much at all but sitting down and watching the little guy sleep, so I sat right across from him. I don't know, maybe I thought it was cute watching him sleep with a soft coo in his breathing. So for about twenty minutes I sat there and watched this otter sleep with the canvas in his paws, I was almost wishing I could find peace like that in my sleep.

Now if you don't think I'm crazy yet, you might think a bit differently about that subject after what I did next. I just felt really good for some reason, sitting there with the sun coming through the window and warming the black fur on back of my hand as I looked at the guy, so I started to talk. I started telling this guy all my problems and how I always felt lonely and how life just seemed like all I was could be boiled down into a gear of a machine. The more I talked to the sleeping fellow, the more I wanted to tell everything and get all the problems I had off of my shoulders through conversation, even thou he wasn't currently capable of listening. I can't really explain why, maybe it was just knowing that he was there comforted me and made me feel better about my whole life. It was as if with this otter I could live my life without regrets and without fears.

And then he woke up. His brown eyes just starred at me, as I quietly talked onward without even noticing he was awake just yet, and he examined everything there was about me. He breathed in the air to smell my scent, he listened to my voice to hear my heart, and he touched me without moving at all. I'm not sure how he was able to connect so well with me, but there were more reasons to why he was so interested in knowing whom I was and what I was. He looked down at the canvas in his hands and examined the piece of artwork for as long as he had examined me.

I looked up from where my head had slowly drooped to stay and noticed he had slightly changed positions, his head looking straight down into the canvas that was now held a little bit away from his body. I just stopped talking softly as he continued to stare at the piece, I'm not sure what I was really waiting for, and watched as his paw pads slowly slid up and down on the rough canvas texture.

When he finally did lift his head up to exam me again, his eyes met with mine and we just waited silently as our conversation was exchanged. I'm not sure how we spoke with no words exactly, it was just the right feeling, but he finally decided to answer one of my questions. He turned the canvas in his little paws so that I could see whatever the picture was, but our gaze never left one another until the canvas had completely turned towards me. I looked down at the picture, and to my surprise I saw a black panther sitting in an attic across from a sleeping black with blue stripes otter. Even little details were well described in the picture, such as the ray of light coming through the broken roof to touch my hand. The picture was startling, yet seemed to sum everything this little guy wanted and waited for up here without our voices in need to be used.

I looked back at him after taking in the image for a long enough time and just smiled pathetically, I'm not sure why I decided to smile. He smiled back at me, water building at the edges of his eyes, and then he broke out laughing. For some reason, I felt like laughing too.

We stayed like that for a bit, just giggling and that entire assortment, until the fur stood up and walked over to me. "I wasn't sure if it would work for me," he told me in a soft, sweet voice. He sat down right in my lap and grabbed my paws, his legs wrapped around me as he stared right into my eyes with a smile on his face.

"Wasn't sure if what was going to work?"

"The truths in my paintings," he whispered to bring me closer to him. "I can paint the future for anyone and I just wanted to see if it would come true for me as well." He let go of my paws and moved his own underneath my suit's jacket, wrapping them around me before leaning towards me.

I lifted my arms up as he moved and just let my furry palms sit on top of his naked striped back, feeling still a bit out of place. "I don't think I understand still," I said as his grasp tightened.

"You will, I know you will soon," he cooed softly while snuggling his head into my chest.

I looked down to the fur that pushed his head against me and decided to just let everything go. My arms dropped from their awkward positioning and I stroked his back, letting the fur run through my paws as I rubbed. I'm not sure what I expected to happen next, but he knew as those eyes looked up into mine and he pushed forward just a bit from my lap. Our lips met with a slight slam, not exactly perfectly romantic as I went falling backwards into the wall, but I would say a spark or two flew from between us. He moved those paws from around my chest to surrounding my neck while we fell; those little pads pushed at the back of my head and urged us to stay joined at the lips.

I think that's about the time I felt his tongue touch my own lips, I instinctively opened my mouth for some reason and let his tongue venture about. He lapped at my teeth, felt around my gums, and played with my own tongue as we wrestled for some sort of domination. As our tongues twisted about, something came over me and I realized that the overpowering emotion I had been having earlier that made me experience a certain great feeling was love. Again, it's strange how such a simple thing in life can go through your paws and never be realized until someone else smacks your head and twists your tongue. I couldn't have been happier, my paws rummaging through his back now not out of comfort but for passion, my legs moved about to push out bodies closer, and my eyes closed to watch the colors swirl.

He knew and felt that I was in love now, and as he broke out lips apart by pulling back he kept the same stare on me. I tried to connect our lips again, but he would pull farther back than my head would go each time as he just looked at me. That's when I felt his paws moving from the back of my head down to my chest, his little fingers touched the buttons of my shirt and slowly worked each one open. I just waited there without blinking, without caring where his paws ventured, and kept contact with his brown glass orbs. He leaned in again and pressed his lips to mine, and my eyes closed as my mind turned off for a few seconds. I opened them once the kiss had ended once more to find my shirt was off and the grey underbelly fur on my chest was showing. The shirt was explainable, how I had been moved over to the floor to rest my body against the wood instead of the wall puzzled me.

He ran his fingers through my thick fur and kept rubbing until I was into a perfect, natural purr from the attention. I put my arms around my pants and they came off easier then they had been put on, his smaller body resting on my stomach and rising with each breath as I took off the clothes without disrupting him from giving me a massage. I pushed up on his body and we flipped over so that I was on top now with my paws holding onto his thighs. The only clothing he was wearing, a pair of jeans with large splatters of dried paint, were taken off slowly as I pressed downward on the material. I dropped my body down with his falling jeans until my head met his crotch level, making sure to get the pants off with a bit of help from his bending legs. I could see the bulging in his sheath; he was excited but just not enough for me to enjoy his essence. I could see I would have to work a bit to get what I truly wanted from him, so I lowered my head to his balls and nudged the furry sac with my nose before extending my tongue. I know my tongue, it's got little bulbs that make it kind of rough, like sandpaper or something, but I also know how to make that feel like the first kiss ever or the first person that said I love you to you. I let my tongue roll the two orbs around in their sac very slowly while my eyes watched for his prick to exit from the tip of his sheath. Instead his bulge thickened even more within the constrained area to a larger size than I expected, but that just made knowing his package was larger than expected a nice thought. I ran my tongue up those two balls and let them drop back down while I soothed the furry sheath with my tongue. My hand rose naturally and cupped his balls, rolling them around while my tongue lapped closer and closer to the end of his sheath, but that's when his pricks pointed head left from the opening.

I glazed up at him with my tongue still slipping up his sheath; he just gave me this appreciative gaze as his little paws rubbed through the fur on the top of my head. I'm not sure how I was suppose to take that look he gave me, but my tongue never stopped moving towards his cock. I tugged gently on his balls and watched as he shut his eyes with joy, surely he wouldn't' mind me lapping at his sensitive dick, so I did. I reached the end of his sheath and let my tongue loose to torment his very maleness, but I knew he loved it. I know he loved it because even more of his dick came out, like a magician pulling the colored handkerchief from his sleeve. I kept licking until his full cock was in the air for me to look at and stare was all I could do with such a lovely piece of meat in front of me. He moaned as I lowered my head and kissed the tip, I took that as I sign to go a step further. I did. I took the whole thing in my mouth slowly and began to suck softly as it went down my throat. He even gave a little bit of a thrust into my maw as I went lower; he really wanted me to get him off this way.

I sucked on his prick and held him deep in my throat for a while, actually just enjoying the taste of the pre and the sensitive meat I held close to large fangs. Then I did what was expected, I bobbed my head on his shaft and he tried to thrust in time. He was moaning like crazy, I'm not sure he even noticed one of my paws holding onto his ass cheek while the other pressed on his hole. But then again, everything was over pretty fast. He came in my mouth and I lapped up his cum like the good kitty I am, drinking all of his seed down before getting off of him.

I looked at his face and saw something more this time around, like he was shinning and happier then he had ever been. He was happy; he jumped up at me and hugged me down to the ground. His little mouth was onto mine faster than I expected, but we kissed while his furry bottom rubbed just barely against my endowment. I think he knew what I wanted, I mean the hints were pretty obvious, but he ended the kiss and put his finger to my lips. I just sat and watched as he stood above my cock. I watched as he slowly lowered himself onto me, his face wincing as his sphincter was pressed against my maleness. He was a first-timer, that was for sure, but that didn't say or change anything about the love we had. I must have been squirting pre like a water fountain, because as soon as my prick made its way past his entrance he went straight down. I felt his bottom slam against my groin with a slap, balls deep into the little fellow. I watched as he made that face full of pain, I waited patiently as he slowly heaved, and then he finally lifted his body weight off of me and came back down. I put my paws on his thighs and helped him up each time; he stared at me when he felt my pads touch his fur and I could only smile back.

I can't say that his ass didn't feel great, with such a tight hole and such a nice rhythm, I started to get a bit excited and thrusted up into his groin as he fell into my lap. He had stopped wincing now that our motion was going smoothly, and looked like he rather enjoyed feeling my dick rub his insides. I can't really blame him, although those spikes on my maleness might hurt at first, they probably jab right into the prostate in all the right ways. I listened to the slapping of our bodies coming together every time I hilted inside of him, he just felt so good.

After a little bit of time, I grabbed hold of his waist and flipped him so that I was on top. I started pushing hard into his ass while he held onto my arms. His little feet wrapped around me and stuck up into the air, but that didn't stop me from forcing my cock as deep as possible. Soon he was pushing back against my thrusts. I listened to his breathing, looked at his cute face, and just couldn't stop enjoying just seeing that otter. I'm not sure if most people think this during sex, but I knew that this was the one I wanted to be with the rest of my life. Something about that thought drove me over the edge and I hammered into him one last time, hilting him with a roar, and came inside of his ass.

I rolled him over on top of me again and just rested with me still hilted inside of me. He didn't seem to mind having my prick inside of me and I sure as hell didn't mine keeping it there. We just laid there staring at one another for a long period of time.

Then he spoke up, " I said I was an artist that could paint the future, and for the longest time I was painting all these people who would become happy couples. People paid me to paint them with someone else, and I was happy to help them find their true loves." He paused and just let his body drop down onto my stomach to listen to my hearts beat, I just watched calmly and waited for his reply. "Well, one day I was with a client and the client asked me if I could paint my own future with someone. I said I had never tried and wasn't sure if it would work, but after he left I wondered if I really could. So that night I painted another picture and my hopes went high when I saw that in this attic I would meat a black cat. So I waited up here, and waited up here, and waited even longer. You didn't come right away, so I waited for weeks and then months, I didn't care how long I would have to wait."

I patted his back as he told the story, but I didn't need to hear the rest of the story. So I quieted him with my own words as I asked, "Will you stay with me, forever?"

The otter on my stomach just looked up into my face, he didn't need to answer because I could already see the words. And I guess, that's really all there is to tell about this story. I went home with an otter that night and I felt like my world had been completely changed. Like, it didn't matter how many hours I had to work at a shitty job, as long as I got to come home to that face. If I lose another few months in this journal, we all know why...