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"Otterroboticons? Are you serious?

"Look, kid. You want meaningful and heartfelt writing? Go get a role in a Coen Brother's film. This is what the audience wants so this is what we're going to give 'em.

"Come on, Larry. This is schlock!"

"Wrong, pal. This is money!"

The otter sighed as he ran a hand through the water-slickened fur atop his head. Around him furs buzzed with anxious purpose, hurrying throughout the cavernous warehouse as they readied the set for the next scene. Before him the zebra, Larry, simply stood silently with his arms crossed as his brow furrowed at the apprehensive otter.

"I know, Larry" The otter relented at last. The film had been in production for a little over three weeks and the strain of the long hours and the crushing expectations had begun to wear him down. A banner above the entryway brought a light smile to the boy's lips, however; it was hard not to! Large red letters which ran the length of the colourful sign declared

"Kevin O'Smith as Jim Shackle in "Otterballs!"

Kevin wasn't too keen on the title of the film, but it was the premise that had him worried. The Jim Shackle movies had made him a star; this was the fourth one he'd won the lead in but the stories were getting ridiculous. A secret agent sent to an island to stop a mad scientist's aspirations of world domination? That, the otter could understand. The inclusion of the Otteroboticons was something that had the boy worrying for his career, however.

"Good, then get to wardrobe and get your ass to the tank. We need to shoot the scuba scene before the extras start complaining again." The zebra turned and hurried away, melting into the bustling stagehands that scurried past the flummoxed otter. Kevin simply watched him go, remembering the thrill he'd felt the first time he'd shot a Jim Shackle movie, and trying to regain the sense of wonder which had come with it. Turning, the boy headed for the wardrobe department as instructed.

It took over half an hour to prepare Kevin for the battle scene they had scheduled for that afternoon. His fur had to be preened and properly coated to properly capture the light for the camera, makeup had to be applied to bring out his eyes and of course he had to be fitted for the costume itself.

"It's too tight" remarked the otter as he pulled at the lycra fabric of the green full-body wetsuit he wore.

"It's a wetsuit, Kev. It's supposed to be tight" remarked the female dalmation. She had spent the last half hour poking and tugging at the otter's body as she readied him for the upcoming scene. She was a miracle worker but the boy still couldn't help but feel some degree of nervousness around her; that she had seen him naked dozens of times now did little to assuage the otter's agitation.

"Well even for a wetsuit it's tight" snapped Kevin in return, only to draw an amused look from the older canine.

"Well maybe if it didn't have such a big package to carry around" she answered playfully, dropping a wink at the suddenly blushing otter. "And I'm not talking about that ego of yours, kid... yet."

"ALL ACTORS TO SET IMMEDIATELY" the speakers buzzed with Larry's voice and the dalmation winked.

"That's you, Kev. Knock 'em dead."

Kevin rose from his chair and flashed the woman a tentative smile, "Thanks, doll. I'll see you in a bit. Get the butter ready, you're going to need it to get me out of this thing." The otter couldn't believe he'd fit into the suit in the first place, the stretchy fabric doing nothing to hide the swell of his cock. He'd had to remove all of his clothes to fit into the wetsuit, and even his underwear had to go lest it leave visible lines in the lycra. The rubbery material seemed to relax slightly the more the boy moved and by the time he'd reached the tank he'd already forgotten about it; the looks he got as he walked by were harder to ignore though.

"Looking good, Kevin" snorted Larry as the otter arrived at the tank of water they would be using for the next scene. The thing was huge, as large as an Olympic swimming pool but made entirely of Plexiglas and steel supports. There were already a number of swimmers in the water, and more were climbing the skeletal steel ladder that led up the side of the tank. They wore wetsuits similar to Kevin's, some in green and the others in solid black. The species were mixed but all of them were strong swimmers, that much was clear as the otter watched them spin and tumble in the water, preparing for the scene to come. "Grab a re-breather and get in, kiddo. We got work to do."

"How exactly is this going to work, Larry?" The otter tore his eyes from the tank to look up at the large equine. He knew this was the buildup for the big showdown with the villain; he would be infiltrating the base with the other green-suits, the black-suits the hostile force they would be fighting. Beyond that, however, the otter was clueless.

"Did nobody brief you?" The zebra's incredulous look hung on his features for several seconds before he sighed and continued. "The re-breathers are fit with a special secondary air tank; it's small, but it'll do the job we need it to. When the hose to the main oxygen line is cut, the secondary tank will kick in and release a chemical that'll simulate death in anyone that inhales it. It's harmless, but it'll give the scene that extra oomph we need to really make it a winner."

"So, cut the hoses then?"

"As many as you can, pal. The extras have been instructed to fight back if you go after them, but we can't have our star die in the big battle scene so don't worry; just try to make it look good, yeah?."

The otter nodded as he hoisted a yellow airtank onto his back, fumbling with the airhose a little as he pulled it around his waist and up into his muzzle. The tank was heavy enough to give the otter pause as he began to climb the ladder to the edge of the tank, but by the time he'd reached the top step he'd already grown accustomed to it. There were only a few stragglers behind him as Kevin slipped into the water, amazed by the clarity of it as he looked around. The clear wall facing the cameras would give them an excellent view of the action while light pouring through the Plexiglas gave the water a Caribbean feel with rivulets of light flowing over the sandy bottom. A small speaker in Kevin's ear filled his head with Larry's voice as he prepared for the scene.

"Alright, boys. Remember how this is going to work. We haven't scripted this so just go with the flow and do your best to keep up. We'll clean it up in post-production so make it good and you might make it into the film!"

The two sides began to split off from one another, forming up on either side of the tank as they awaited the signal to start the scene.

"Action!"

The call spurred the divers to action as they began to rush towards one another. The cameras were rolling now and everyone had their game face on, including Kevin. The otter grit his teeth against the rubber mouthpiece of his breather and kicked his feet, propelling himself powerfully towards the black-suited furs opposite him. The magic of movies had provided all of the divers with various ways to dispose of each other and as the otter tugged his harpoon gun from its holster beside his rear-airtank, the boy couldn't help but feel himself grow anxious.

"Fire!" he called out over the intercom, not as Kevin O'Smith but as Jim Shackle, international super-spy. Harpoons lanced through the water dangerously, colliding with the oncoming ranks of C.H.A.O.S henchmen and drawing a litany of deathcries from the actors that were struck. A mouse clutched his belly as his feet kicked helplessly in the water, breathing-device falling from his open muzzle as a gush of bubbles erupted from his muzzle. The others swam past the flailing mouseboy obliviously. A cheetah joined him, doubling over and doing a half-roll in the water as he dropped his own harpoon gun; the shaft jutting from his chest mimicked the hard cock in his black suit.

Five or six black suited divers fell out of formation, heading for the sandy bottom of the tank as they cried out as feigned death took them.

Kevin's comrades weren't spared the same fate, however. A volley of C.H.A.O.S spears thinned the ranks of green suited divers as well, one poor cheetah taking a sticky-tipped harpoon right to the throat. His paws rose to clutch his neck, thrashing futilely in the crystal clear water as he found himself slain so quickly. A husky that had just begun to swim around the slain cheetah found himself pierced by two harpoons at once, one slamming into his belly and the other striking him in the thigh. Rolling onto his back the canine thrust his belly up as a strangled cry of despair rolled through Kevin's intercom, the dead husky kicking his legs for a second before going limp and beginning to float downwards.

The two sides were growing closer, and it was becoming harder to miss with the harpoons. Kevin lined up a shot on a fox and let loose, grinning into his mask as the other boy rolled in the water when he was struck. The fox's arms flailed as he played out his death, plush tail sweeping through the water behind him as he finally fell still and sank. The otter wasn't surprised to see the dead vulpine's cock thrust up into his suit, outlined lewdly by the black material. The thrill of the kill left the otter cocky, in more than one way, as he hurried ahead. Another shot from the black side narrowly missed the actor though, and as Kevin looked behind himself in surprise he could see it strike a seal in the middle of the formation. The seal seemed as surprised as Kevin but still played his part, coming to a stop as he reared back, arms thrown above his head as he cried out into his mask. The green-suited fur slipped out of the formation slowly, un-noticed by the surviving extras as they prepared themselves for close combat.

Kevin refrained from doing the same right away, however. The otter had time for one last shot and he took it, striking an otter on the opposite side right below his ribs. The enemy otter rolled slightly with the hit, clutching it and leaving his belly exposed long enough for a second harpoon to slam into it. The poor boy didn't know what'd hit him! His body spasmed and his own weapon went flying from his paws as he doubled over backwards from the dual harpoons that had ended him. Thick tail beating in the water, the black-suited otter hung in the water as the others swam past him, their knives drawn and ready to even the score.

As the two sides collided Kevin couldn't help but notice some of the dead extras rejoining the fight. Once the camera had captured their deaths, there was no reason not to have them fight again. In the flurry of bubbles and furs it would be impossible to tell they were being re-used, and the more bodies there were in the fight the more enemies there were to dispatch for the sake of the audience.

Kevin quickly found himself locked in a grapple with a larger hyena. Both of them sported achingly hard cocks by now and when the hyena realized who he'd collided with Kevin could almost feel him grow harder; fighting with the otter was a death sentence for any extra, and the hyena clearly realized he wasn't going to survive this. The two still wrestled with one another, the hyena's powerful paws clutching at Kevin's arms, preventing him from getting that rubber blade down into the hyena's unprotected gut. Spinning in the water, as though in some kind of gyroscope, the two combatants ignored the fights breaking out around them as all of the divers paired off.

Kevin strained against the larger male's grip, both of them pressed muzzle to muzzle. It was only when the otter pulled his knee up, wedging it against the hyena's stomach that the other male began to loosen his grip, straining to keep the otter's powerful leg muscles from pushing him away. The two struggled like this for what seemed like forever, neither willing to let go though the hyena knew he was just delaying the inevitable. Finally, his grip broke, fingers sliding from the lycra-clad otter's arms slowly at first before finally allowing himself to be pushed away. Kevin dove in, arms sore from the other male's vice-like hold but that didn't slow the boy. His blade drove into the hyena's belly with a satisfying thump. The blade itself retracted into the handle of the knife, preventing any injury even as the hyena stiffened up, looking right into the otter's eyes as he cried out into the water.

As quickly as the moment had come, however, it was gone. The hyena rolled backwards slowly as the otter finally disengaged, leaving the dead extra floating in the water as he turned to face another black suited fur rushing towards him. It was the husky again, the otter could tell even if the cameras couldn't. Still pensive from his earlier death the husky slowed as he came in towards Kevin, not stopping entirely but clearly considering his options; it was a bad mistake to make. The otter rushed forward with the audacity of someone who knew they couldn't be killed, catching the canine by surprise and slitting open his airhose with a well placed slash. The reaction wasn't what Kevin had expected however. Unlike the harpoons and knives, the reaction in the husky was far more physical. Even as he clutched at his mask as though water were pouring into it, the otter could see the husky's dick begin to spray out a heavy pulse of his cum. The semen dissipated in the water but that only made it seem as though the canine were shooting out more than he was. The huskyboy's orgasm rocked his body before it finally fell still, his dick still rock hard in his suit as his arms drifted up lazily over his head when he began to sink; also unlike the knives and harpoons, there would be no rejoining the battle for the canine now.

Other furs began to meet the same fate as Kevin pulled away from the-- now limp-- husky. A green suited raccoon clutched at his gut as a blade slashed across it, the boy not having time to scream before his airhose was cut by a sardonically smiling squirrel. The boy arched his hips as he sprayed his cum into the water, the suit unable to keep all of it from escaping. A rabbit was taken from behind, another green-clad boy left thrashing in the water as he filled it with his thick cream. Another rabbit who had been fighting beside the boy who had just been slain turned and brought his blade up quickly, slashing it across the chest of the lynx who had just eliminated his friend. The feline joined his victim as a thrashing obstacle in the water quickly, trying to push himself away even as he died, but the rabbit's blade found his airhose quickly. Mimicking drowning in his mask the lynx fought the current of the waters even as his balls emptied themselves. The lynx perished without much of a fight, stretching out in the water and joining his victim in a slow sink towards the bottom of the tank.

Kevin had one last shot with his harpoon gun left and despite the melee that swirled around him he raised it and fired towards a trio of black suited divers. One clutched his dick as the projectile struck just inches above the swell in his suit. The deer went down, un-noticed by his two companions as they broke off and headed in opposite directions. The deer sank, but did not cum; Kevin realized the orgasms must have been what Larry had meant when he'd spoken about the chemical compound in the secondary air tanks! Excitement drove the otter forward, aiming to dispatch the deer properly but before he could reach his intended target he was bowled into by another diver. It was that fox! They couldn't speak but the look on the fox's face was clear; he knew who had speared him earlier and had come for a little revenge. Even if he couldn't win the fight the fox was intent on making it good; he'd get into the final cut for sure!

The two boys grappled and pushed at each other. Unlike the hyena from earlier, the fox didn't possess much strength in his grip. He did have the benefit of being more nimble, however, a trait well suited for underwater combat. The otter could feel his body become wrapped up in the fox's legs, his own legs unable to move as the fox pinned them together. Their bodies ground against each other, hard dicks frotting against on another through the lycra wetsuits. The otter could feel his cock ache with the attention of the fox's body but he couldn't let himself grow distracted lest he ruin the scene. Kevin's paws came up, gripping at the fox's arms as they wrestled in the water. The melee was beginning to thin out as more and more divers were eliminated by their knife wielding opponents, but Kevin's attention was focused on this fox.

Letting our a little cry into his mask, Kevin could feel the vulpine tighten his thighs around the otter's body, squeezing him even as he pretended to fend off the fox's attempts to finish him off. The fox smirked down at the struggling otter; oh if only he weren't the star! As the blade dipped closer to Kevin's body a sudden jerk in the fox's body suggested something had happened. The seal who had been struck earlier had rejoined the fight after the initial clash of the two forces, and seeing Kevin in trouble the boy had decided to try and make sure he got into the final film as well. It was a simple task to dispatch the fox, distracted as he was by his fight with the otter. His body spasmed as the chemical gas flooded his mask, the boy letting out a pathetic scream that escaped only as a gush of bubbles from his lips; he was finished!

The boy came hard, filling the water right in front of Kevin's mask with his pungent seed. His legs loosened their grip as he tried to imitate the act of drowning but Kevin could see his face was awash with pleasure, not despair. Eyes half-lidding the fox slipped from atop the otter and floated towards the bottom with his cock still trailing a thin stream of cum from its tip.

"CUT!" The call shocked Kevin, as lost in the fox's blissful demise as he'd been. The divers who were still alive stopped their battling, waiting for further instructions.

"Excellent job, boys! Get out for now, we're going to go over what we've got and if we need more we'll get you back in there. For now, take ten. We've got the volcano lair scene coming up this afternoon."

Kevin simply floated in the tank as the others began to swim towards the surface. The divers who had their hoses cut remained limp at the bottom of the tank, breathing through the secondary tank as they lay dazed in the sand-clouded depths of the tank. His cock was throbbing with need now and as he finally gathered himself to head for the surface he could hear Larry speak into his mask once more.

"See, Kev? You want good writing, you go where the good writing is. You want easy money and some fun? Stick with us; we're going to revolutionize the porn industry, just you wait and see."

Kevin couldn't argue. Being the star of one of the largest porn franchises going had its perks, but he still couldn't help but think Otteroboticons were a bad idea.