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Peeking out from behind a large red wood trunk, two pairs of eyes peeked over the cabin. Fronting the gently babbling river, the log-building looked a little crude for its size. A chimney of river-stones smoking away quite merrily in the late afternoon sun.

'Is this the place?' quipped Iskim, peering to his twin.

'It's where he said it would be.' nodded Talik in turn, grinning back.

'And it looks like the otter's home.'

'Well, are you ready, Isky?'

'As ever! Remember; we're lost.' giggled Iskim as he hurried out from behind the tree. Rolling his eyes, Talik followed, waving his large, two-toned tail behind himself as he rounded the sizable cabin, passing a personal vegetable and herb patch, flourishing with tomatoes; cabbages; pumpkins; and a wide assortment of aromatic herbs. Taking his brother's hand and standing before the rough-hewn stone-steps leading inside, he shared a nod, before they both reached up to knock upon the hand-carved door. The heavy wood required some force to get a decent sound traveling through the house.

They heard the sound of heavy footsteps within, perking their large ears and hurried to wipe the eager smiles from their faces. Iskim choosing to go with something a little more forlorn, whilst Talik had a more hopeful look of relief.

With the faintest creak of well-oiled hinges, the door opened inwards to show a large shadowed figure. Stepping forward to regard the two, the sunlight reflecting off the river revealed the otter they had been after.

Several inches over Seven feet in height, Garn stood proud; well formed and firm with muscle. Softer, warm brown eyes peering over his whiskery muzzle with some curiousity at the red-panda boys before him.

Thick braids hung about his back and shoulders, each capped by finely carved rings of wood and stone, the finest of them resting bare inches over his thick rudder, sitting over the waistband of his thick Kilt that dropped a ways past his knees towards his thick, webbed feet.

'..Is there something I can help you boys with?' The otter asked, passing his eyes between the evident twins curiously. The air of concern, honest. The duo were similar, right down to their clothing: a pair of sky-blue shorts, black toe-less boots and a white-shirt each. The only discernible difference between the boys, other than their expression, was the single stripe on their shirts. The boy on the left's stripe a rich purple, nearing black, where the boy on the right's was a light gun-metal blue.

'We hope so, sir!' Squeaked the red panda on the left.

'You see, we're lost, sir!' Pined the panda on the right.

'We were hiking!'

'But we forgot our compass..'

'And a stiff breeze blew our map into the river, a good half hour ago!'

Blinking as the boys spoke in turn, back and forth, as though completing a single sentence. Chuckling lightly and lifting his hands in a placating manner, Garn nodded.

'Well, it can be very confusing out this way, even with a map and compass. It's quite fortunate you found my cottage. As far as I know, I'm the only one living on the river for a good hundred miles either way.' grinned the otter. His rudder began swaying, not with the pleased knowledge that his fortuitous plot of land had helped rescue the two boys, but rather, that the two boys, lost and apparently alone, had found their way to him.

'Come on inside. You can rest up, and I'll see you to some civilization, tomorrow' smiled the lutra as he stepped back to permit the duo in. His eyes passing over the rambunctious duo barely containing the impish glint within.

Beaming their delight and relief, the duo hurried up the stairs, wriggling out of their shoes politely, amidst repeated, chattering words of thanks, before their gazes turned this way and that about the inside of the log cabin. The floor looked like pine. Polished and sanded, it was a dozen rich shades of yellow, swirling and merging into and out of one another, save the dark rings of the nails every couple inches holding it down. Along the walls, padded with more wood and given a similar look in places, to the flooring, save in some richer, more sumptuous grain of wood, there were the odd pictures, or trinkets. Fishing nets; poles; spears; several ornaments of unknown origin. And even a great pair of antlers over the hearth of the fireplace, crackling away neatly behind a grate. There was furniture of varying state of repair and size. Certainly larger than conventional chairs or tables, but given the otter's size, this was no surprise. Off to one side, there was a small kitchenette, a bathroom through a small walk-way and half-closed door.. And up along another wall, a stair-way, possibly to a bedroom or two.

'So, you two boys have names?' asked the otter good-naturedly, watching the pair as they looked about at everything. Their relief easing more into admiration and curiousity.

The panda with the grey stripe smiled to the otter. 'I'm Iskim.'

'And I'm Talik' Nodded the purple-striped panda.

'Wonderful to meet you both, Talik and Iskim. You can call me Garn.' chuckled the otter. 'Bathroom's through here, if you want to clean off the smell of wandering all day.' the large water-weasel grinned, nodding to a door he'd tromped over beside.

The twins peered to one another, apparently having a momentary, entirely silent chat, before nodding. Talik hopping up first to pad through the door, followed by his twin, with the tall otter bringing up the rear.

The bathroom was a rather spacious addition to the side of the cabin: with a large, open shower area, next to what must have been a dug out bath, where the ground's natural sand-stone had been smoothed out in contrast to the rest of the floor which was very faintly striated for traction when wet. It was more like a large spa, than a bath. In the middle of the bathroom, there was a small wooden box surrounding an insulated nest of volcanic hot-rocks. Evidently for use as a steam-room.

It was almost simple enough for the boys to nod their approval and begin stripping off, before Iskim's eyes passed over something in another corner of the bathroom: A trap door.

Wriggling his tail, Iskim wandered over to it, lifting it by the thick, iron-cast ring that served as a handle. It opened with some application of strength, the thick pine trap-door revealing a ladder down.

'Is that where you keep your towels and things?' considered Talik, padding over beside his sibling.

'Not exactly.' grinned Garn, pleased that the boys' natural curiousity was leading them so smoothly towards his intended destination. Ushering them down the thick-wrung ladder, the trio found themselves in the basement of the house. Where the rest of the cabin was floored, here there were only paths of timber slats over compacted earth. One leading off towards several barrels, looking to contain some curious murk, and another leading towards a deep pit eight feet in diameter and several deep, rather akin the bath upstairs, save with a sizable lip surrounding it. Filled with some manner of golden liquid that wasn't water. Padding over towards it curiously, Iskim stooped, and dipped a finger into its surface gingerly before rubbing his thumb and finger-tip together.

'Is this.. Oil, Mr. Garn?' chirped the panda, peering up with an earnest curiousity.

Nodding and grinning wide, Garn plodded over beside the boy.

'It is indeed, Iskim. for having fun in, wrestling and the such when the mud-banks outside are inaccessible. Either in hot days, or the depths of winter.' grinned the otter. His eyes grew a little glassy as he thought of previous times, inviting guests into its slick and slippery depths for a playful game of rough-housing. Usually by the end of which, he'd relax back in the body-warmed oils and enjoy their exhausted bodies struggling and slipping inescapably into his shaft.

His eyes lingering on Iskim's short form, he barely became aware of his own tongue tracing his lips, imagining the boy squirming and struggling into his balls, with his brother to slide into his belly as a chaser, not moments later..

'Would you boys care to wrestle before you bathe?' grinned the otter, beginning to draw himself back out of his reverie, becoming aware of the brush of his growing soft-on against the underside of his kilt.

Talik, whilst the otter had been so lost in his day-dream, had gotten behind the large otter, and catching his sibling's side-long gaze, wide grin and affirming nod, snickered.

'We'd love to!' he said, and pushed on the slightly stooped Otter's back, overbalancing Garn's form and sending the kilted otter tumbling into the thick oil with a low 'sploop!' and a small spattering of oil peppering beyond the pit's edge.

Gasping his consternation for the young red panda getting the drop on him, Garn broke the surface, wiping oil from his eyes, whilst a good deal of it streamed from his body in great drizzles and dollops.

He caught sight of two pairs of eyes looking to one another and sharing a nod, before two vibrant young bodies pounced atop his slick form, tackling him back into the cool ooze with avid cheers of amusement and delight.

Amidst the laggy environment of the oil, Garn grinned for the feel of the two boys wriggling against him. Svelte, fuzzy bodies sleeked down with the rich oil working into it, soaking the duo to the skin as much as the otter. And breaking the surface once more to hear the bright laughter of the twins, Garn smirked. The trickle of the weighty liquid clinging to his body, squidging and sluicing his limbs against each other and his chest making the lutra groan. With the two so keen to play, it seemed rather likely that he'd inevitably end up with them inside him after all. It was the weight of his oil-laden kilt slithering slowly over his slick hips that drew his attention to the solitary piece of clothing he was wearing. It rested awkwardly, skewed as it was propped and perched atop his rising shaft.

Grinning as the twins seemed completely undisturbed by the sight of him with a hard-on, the otter smoothly wriggled and stepped out of the thick clothing, groaning pleasedly for the supple brush of it against his hips and thighs. Unladen by the thick kilt, Garn's cock stood to full attention, nearly teasing along his belly as the otter stooped in a preparatory stance.

'Now, where were we?' grinned the lutra with a slap of his rudder into the thick goop. And smirking, he lunged, pouncing over Iskim with his arms outstretched.

Talik laughed, sliding aside as his twin was buried beneath the otter. A thick wave of the warming oil sloshed the panda against one wall, washing him over and making him groan as he lifted his gaze to the sight of the otter wrestling his sibling. Iskim, wriggling up from Garn's broad-armed grasp. His pants were sliding with both weight and the brush of those thick arms, free of the red-panda's body. Baring perky hips, initially unmarred by the thick oil, before Garn's attempts to get the boy back in his grip matted the rich auburn-red fur down.

Dropping down from the otter's back, Iskim giggled cheekily. His thick tail, weighted heavily with the oil slopping and dragging along the otter's front. Coating Garn anew in the warm ooze whilst he made a slinky get away. The otter groaned, smirking as he turned, only to blink. The red panda was much quicker than he thought, already on the other side of the pit, apparently 'tagging' his sibling. Talik smirked brightly, squirming low to the ground. His chin just barely above the surface of the oil, he squidged the thick stuff between his fingers, before he lunged for Garn's legs. The thick otter-shaft smearing his cheek with another clear liquid that was neither water nor oil as he grasped their host about the thighs, and hefted.

Garn chuckled, rumbling as the positioning had his thick shaft grinding against the panda's shirt and chin. Talik was certainly not strong enough to lift him. He, on the other hand.. He reached down, snagging the wriggly boy down about the middle and lifted him upside-down over his head. The thick rivulets of oil that poured from Talik's body drizzled over him, making the otter almost nuzzle into it, before he felt the boy slipping. His pants were smoothly dragging from his hips, and his T-shirt, weighted with the thick oil, had bunched up and fallen from the boy's torso, leaving him all but naked when the otter's struggling grip ultimately failed, and sent the slick boy tumbling and splattering into the oil once more.

Not about to let a perfectly good opportunity go to waste, Garn once more lunged. Another thick wave of oil lapping the sides of the pit and making Iskim giggle as he was sloshed along with it. Getting up, he pounced atop the otter who had begun wrestling his sibling. Hands grasping and pawing; trying to grasp at the limbs and pull the boy beneath him. And in turn, the duo were getting their paws all over him. Talik's tail animatedly danced, teasing between the otter's thighs, brushing along his weighty balls and shaft whilst Iskim's muzzle ground between Garn's slicked rump-cheeks , tonguing and dragging along the snug ring of flesh hidden within.

Shuddering with a soft groan, Garn groaned as the twin's combined attentions made him lose his grip, permitting Talik to slip free, and push on his chest, straightening him back.

Iskim's muzzle trailed from the otter's rump, to join his brother in pouncing atop Garn's exposed front. Sloshing the otter back against the edge of the pit as he had the both of them, they shared a cheeky grin, and each took a side of the otter's neck. Muzzles teasing up and down the sensitive flesh, working up to tease about the lutra's cookie-ish ears whilst their slick bodies ground together. Supple hand-paws traced, kneading along Garn's sturdy musculature, about his chest, whilst the boy's feet began teasing his shaft directly. The otter groaned his approval amidst gasps and groans of pleasure as the twins teased his thick shaft between their toes. Slick flesh on matted fur, and soon the teasing press of a soft sole to either side of his shaft, stroking in unison.

Holding about the otter's torso and neck, the duo giggled thickly about their muzzles full of otter neck and ears as Garn's shaky arms lifted, squeezing about their middles, bracing them in place as he indulged.

They knew their stuff, as their rhythmic attentions teased and stroked exquisitely. The two paws pressing about his shaft, catching the head of his length between a pair of toes to either side and stroking readily.

Holding the otter's arms, the boys snickered gently to each other as their gracious, if impish host gasped, tensing up steadily. His broad chest swelling with each breath in catching. Jerking to the continued attentions, Garn groaned out, finding himself bucking, and before long at all, clouding the thick oil with a potent rush of seed.

Grinning to Iskim, Talik looked down, admiring the otter's girth load arching several weighty jets of seed into the pool with them, and apparently expecting the otter to be spent, leaned back.

The otter though, was anything but spent. At least, entirely. His squirming arms holding the boys tightened as he grinned anew, licking his lips.

'I take it this means it's my turn.' rumbled the otter, smirking as the pandas both shared the same look of surprise

They immediately began squirming and struggling, Garn laying himself back some, easing the boys together in his arms, feeling their feet still teasing his shaft. It would be so easy to-

And he suddenly froze, groaning as he felt Iskim's tail about his shaft. It was a delightful sensation, but for some reason, this time, the touch of it seemed to have slowed down time itself. He was aware of every oil-drenched strand of fur dragging and toying along his shaft like a thick fuzzy serpent.

His arms slackened once more, and the twins, grinning, slid free.

Time seemed to right itself and the otter, shaking his great shaggy head, displaced thick strands of oil as he looked about for the boys. Talik was backing up, a wide smile on his face as he eyed the otter. Whilst the brush of a slim body squirming beneath his thighs drew his attention to Iskim's form beneath the oil. Even through the thick liquid, Garn could tell the boy seemed.. different. His fur slightly off colour.

He didn't pay it more than a moment's thought as he grinned, and with the boy beneath him, promptly sat back. Grinning, he felt the panda's legs trapped beneath his rump and curled his thick rudder about the boy's ankles to properly anchor him in place. Lifting his gaze, Garn grinned as Talik had made to pounce him one more time. Expecting, braced as he was, for the boy to impact his chest and then collapse atop his sibling, Garn's eyes widened when the sleek little oil-doused red-panda hit him instead, like a truck! He surged backwards far faster than he anticipated, and thumping against the smooth wall of the pit, found it almost impossible to move. Like his arms were made of lead, they were an agonizing struggle to lift, let along move about to brace him up. His gasping breath of surprise permitted his gaze to lift as the panda stooping over him, turned about. The thick red fur was getting even darker than the oil made it, darkening to an inky black almost as Talik snickered.

And feeling Iskim's body struggling up, he heard a small gasp of breath as the boy broke the surface of the oil...And that was when the licking began.

The red panda trapped beneath his hips had leaned himself up, muzzle teasing his balls, beginning to tongue over the fine-furred orbs and tease them into his warm, smooth muzzle. Talik in the meanwhile, with his perky rump bared to the otter's face, began at the lutra's thick shaft. Smooth, slick tongue teasing about the head of the pre-drizzling flesh. He seemed mindful to keep away from the tip of the otter's pulsing girth, and worked his way up and down the turgid shaft, lipping gently and easing up to sink that shaft into his muzzle, and clear over the back of his silken tongue to swallow about.

Arching beneath the boys, Garn couldn't help a great groan escaping his lips as the duo went to town. The pair of them working up and down his shaft and balls, teasing over every pulsing inch. Iskim's blunt finger claws trailed along the otter's inner thighs, and down along his hips, to sink a pair of fingers beneath Garn's thick rudder, spreading the lutra easily for the oil coating those digits.

Talik in the meanwhile, grinned. His black and silvery tail trailing about their large host's neck and drawing the panting muzzle up between his rump-cheeks in turn. Coaxing the otter to begin tonguing, and panting against his snug tail-star and chrrling throatily in appreciation.

Awash with pleasure, Garn had nearly forgotten that he was still somehow bound, and though part of his mind kept trying to draw his attention back to it, the mischievous twins kept him well and truly from coherent thought. Particularly when they drew the otter's shaft up, and began making out over the flesh together. The broad otter's hands curled tight into fists. His body bucked and struggled, as the culmination of the boys attentions had his bound form struggling, twitching.. and with the tease of lips and tongues wrapped about his shaft, roaring out in pleasure as his second orgasm hit him like a truck, so soon after his first.

The pandas didn't abate in their attentions in the slightest. Iskim's fingers languidly sinking in and out of the otter's twitching, flexing backside. Talik's rump clenched about the otter's muzzle, and those exquisite muzzles all but tortured his cock through each progressively weaker shot of seed.

His roar dying slowly to a moan, and then a breathless gasp, Garn sagged, and slumped back.

His body tingled; feeling both heavy and light at the same time as he felt those adorable, exquisite muzzles sliding free of his cock, only to nuzzle up along his chest and cheeks. The twin's hands stroked over his chest, kneading tenderly with affection. Their stereoscopic purrs making his heavy eyelids flutter open.

'Oogh.. I underestimated you two.' the otter slurred with a grin. It wasn't often someone could get him pent up so hard. Though to be fair it had taken -two- of them to do it. 'And what happened to my turn?'

'Your turn..? but you've had two turns! And we're still both high and dry!' Talik tutted almost huffily.

'Figuratively speaking. Whilst you've gotten to cum twice!' nodded Iskim, pouting.

'Naughty otter.'

'Very naughty.'

'So I think it's our turn.'

'And I think you're going to love it.' crooned the white-furred red-panda, slowly teasing Garn over onto all fours. The weight holding him seemed to have abated, at least momentarily. But as the otter found his hands rested on the floor of the oil-pit, he also found Talik's foot-paws resting atop them, and that once more, they had become nigh impossible to move.

Blinking down to his hands, the otter frowned a little bit, with his braids falling into his face. But before he could discern anything, Talik's paw lifted his chin. The boy's hand lifted one of those braids to tease the tip along the underside of his shaft, up towards the pulsing top. Twirling it gently once about his flesh, the boy crooned and curled his toes as he smeared the thick head-fur with a dollop of pre, only to paint Garn's nose with it, leaving the otter breathing in the young panda's rather strong and alluring musk.

'Now, I think you know what to do, hmm?' giggled the dark-furred panda-boy.

His twin, in the meanwhile, began teasing and coaxing his hands along the otter's rump. In slow broad circles, he kneaded and scritched, spreading the firm muscular globes to occasionally bare the snug star hidden within to soft puffing breaths that made the otter tense his backside and flex his entrance.

'Mmhh.. Does he need help getting started, Tali?' asked the white-furred boy with a coy, affectionate tone, sliding his hands up Garn's back, and sliding his body up to follow until his groin wedged his length between those cheeks, hotdogging himself firmly against that snug entrance.

And without waiting for an answer, Iskim's hips angled, his tip kissed the otter's tail-star, and leaning his light-weight form forwards, he spread the otter's gorgeously tight rump about his pulsing, long-teased shaft.

Garn's eyes closed and his muzzle opened in a low groan as the little panda helped himself to his arse. In the same moment, Talik took advantage of his open muzzle, to sink his length in turn over the otter's tongue, until his balls teased the larger male's chin.

'Ooohh.. This is much better..' Talik murmured, grinning as he held the otter's braids in hand. Beginning to slowly roll his hips and thrust.

'Hee... You're not wrong.. he's so wonderfully tight..' chirped Iskim as the boy paced himself. Drawing his length to the tip, and thrusting in firm and fluidly. He grinned, panting heatedly as he leant over the lutra to share a kiss with his twin. Waving his tail about behind him, he grinned as the otter's tail slid about his chest and squeezed gently, supporting the boy as Garn groaned.

Servicing the duo, the otter panted in Talik's thick musk. The warm, rich scent growing stronger by the minute as the panda-boy's pace smoothly picked up.

'Mmnrh.. if you would, Isky?' crooned Talik, licking his lips.

'But of course.' giggled Iskim, his fur shimmering a faint blue colour and growing a brighter shade of white. Garn blinked in confusion, though the boys giggled and crooned over their 'catch'.

Though they thrust and worked with great vigor, Iskim's grasp of time had altered their bodies natural perception and reactions. They certainly felt the otter wrapped about their shafts, but drawing out and thrusting in, it took so much longer to work themselves up towards the edge. Grinning to each other, savoring each thrust into the large lutra and curling their toes.. the slow build-up had the bonus of keeping their pleasure at that building peak. An ever growing tightness in their chest as minute by minute, their fur stood on end, their bodies shuddered and quaked with that long, drawn-out pleasure.

Garn in the meanwhile, was subject to being fucked like he had been so precious few times. The rambunctious red-pandas unfaltering in pace, though as they thrust faster to match their groans and growing need, the otter rumbled and groaned dazedly. The thick musk of them cloying in the air; the slop of their thick tails splattering against his side, or over his back, bringing a fresh slathering of that thick, warm oil, to leave the otter heavy, drizzling and panting; the flavour of the panda on his tongue, pre copious and rich.. and Iskim working his arse at an incorrigible pace. His prostate, reamed time and again bringing Garn up, over the edge at least once more.

And when their bodies seemed to have finally caught up with their pace, the boys shuddered. Iskim's warp on time slipped, and together the duo erupted with heated cries within the broad, panting otter.

The lutra groaned as he felt the thick rush of seed flooding him at both ends. Iskim's load rushing into his backside, as he swallowed down Talik's weighty load. The warmth of the latter sat rather heavy. Heavier than it should have, in the least.

And shaking together, the duo relaxed, panting gently and grinning to one another. Sharing a gaze that passed over Garn, they nodded softly to one another, and smoothly, switched places.

'Mmmhh.. that was wonderful, don't you think, pet?' panted Isk as he leant on the edge of the pit where Talik had been bare moments before.

'A pet, am I?' replied Garn, attempting a tone of skepticism. He failed though, for his utter exhaustion and hazy delight for being so well plowed.

'Certainly if you'd like to be. Having a cute pair of twins teasing and toying you to the heights of orgasm, and beyond.' nodded Talik, nuzzling over the otter's back and snickering as Garn slowly sank to his knees. The black-furred panda smoothly draped against the otter's back, hugging about his neck.

'Well.. when you put it like that..' rumbled the otter, grinning as he looked side-long to Talik's beaming face.

'Ah-ah.. If you're agreeing to be our pet, you can't go around dressed like this.'

'Nope. You'd be missing the most important accessory.' crooned Talik with a grin. His tail fished from the pants he had lost, a thick collar, crafted of black leather, with a thinner white band of it running about its length. A dangling oval-cut gem, half purple, like amethyst, and half blue like topaz, swaying from the clip.

'So, are you suuure, pet?' Iskim chrrled sweetly, toying his fingers about Garn's ears, ruffling the slick, heavy, oil-matted fur gingerly.

'Mmnh.. Sure, why not.' grinned the otter with a dopey haze. His cheeks burned a little as he felt Talik open the collar, and smoothly snug it about his broad neck. Garn shivered as it clicked shut, and lifted his amber gaze to Iskim before him. '...So, what now, 'sir'?'

'Oh.. you get to rest for now, pet..' crooned Iskim, stroking over the otter's braids. 'You'll need your strength for what we've got planned for you.'

Grinning as he envisioned another solid hour or so of more rutting, Garn nodded, and slowly eased about onto his rump, laying his back on the edge of the pit and rumbling as the warm bodies of the twins sidled up beside him, cuddling up to him with a shared giggle.

And before he realized it, the otter's eyes had slid shut, his exhausted body sinking to sleep, as much as it was easing into the thick oil.

When he finally came to, it was to the bizarre sensation of a soft tongue teasing over his cheeks and muzzle. Stirring his face, the otter blinked faintly. Iskim's sleek form was nestled in his lap, grooming him affectionately and kneading over his shoulders.

'Oooh~ You're awake at last, pet. I've been waiting for this part. Ready, Taly?' the boy crooned, earning a bassy response that made Garn start a little. The otter turned his head a moment, spying what looked to be Talik's form, albeit stretched over a form that was much, -much- larger than he thought possible for a red-panda.

His shocked gaze was drawn back to Iskim's sweetly beaming face, and groomed over, nose-to-forehead once more for good measure.

'Well then. Here comes the fun, slinky-pet.' crooned the snowy-furred panda before his jaws spread. Garn watched with mild trepidation as the boy yawned forwards; slowly sliding over face and head.

At the same time, he felt Talik's broad hands sliding down and grasping about his hips, smoothly lifting him up and back from Iskim's form, only so the panda boy knelt in the warm oil.

Held up, without any apparent hassle, Garn squirmed some, whilst Iskim's tongue trailed and mooshed along his chin and throat. The slick embrace of the boy's muzzle leading on towards his gullet at an agonizing pace.

It was just like when they had been fucking him. Something was entirely off about the timing of his ingestion. Each swallow seemed to take an age, allowing the otter to feel the slick, pillowy flesh squishing about his form like a second skin. The stretchy waves, indenting to his form, and tugging inwards, whilst Talik's hands supported him and kneaded his rump. One broad thumb, nearly as thick as the shaft he'd been so sublimely rutted by earlier, sinking under his rudder to bring a long groan from his lips.

Around the otter, Iskim's low reverberating churr was like a constant roll of thunder to Garn's form. Rattling him to his core whilst the lutra's cookie-ish ears lay pinned to his skull.

The snowy-furred boy grinned about his meal. Supporting himself in the pit of oil, and grinning up to the sight of his twin in that nifty, patented giant body of his, he groaned as he leaned forward with each swallow. Claiming about the otter with thick, languid, squelching 'squirsh'es and 'glrk!'s.

Though to Talik and himself, the otter was vanishing at a rather immodest pace; down past his torso in under a minute, in Garn's mind, it had been so much longer. Every inch of his body, trailed at a snail's pace for the boy's enjoyment. The heat of the body soaking through him like the rich saliva through his fur. His body lagged in his attempts to respond to the simple, unfettered ingestion. Legs as slow as the throat walls rippling over him in kicking about.. And he realized it. It was -time-. Where his twin had altered his gravity.

But the thought of his discovery was forgotten, when that tongue, like a torturous serpent, at long last, found itself roiling and slithering about his groin. Shaft engorged for the instinctively enjoyable sensation of being wrapped in the thick, squishy embrace, it was greeted fondly, and wrapped about.

Giggling thickly over his meal, Iskim held a paw up to his sibling, signifying him to wait as he began teasing Garn's form. He knew exactly what it would feel like to their new pet, earning him a soft chuckle from Talik's form.

'You're wicked, you know that?'

And winking in response, the panda pushed his jaws forwards. Talik's hands trailed back to Garn's flopping feet to grasp over the broad soles and begin pushing.

The otter made little noise, though his struggling and jerking form seemed to have hit its peak, and for the fifth, perhaps sixth time that day, he blew a great load of spunk, emptying what reserves he had reclaimed in his sleep into Iskim's gullet along with himself.

An orgasm he would be forced to endure for long drawn-out minutes. His pleasure at the mind-shattering peak for longer than he thought possible. Each wave of jizz hitting him like a slow rolling wave and making his stomach-bound body arch and sag each time.

And when at long, aching last the panda-boy's jaws clicked shut beyond his squirming, curling toes, Iskim's mischievous trick abated. Time seemed to resume its usual pace and he curled almost fluidly into the boy's stomach proper.

Panting as heavily as his meal, Iskim crooned his delight. Stroking his widely distended belly and smiling up to his twin as the hulking panda scooped him up into his lap to begin kneading and teasing the bulges of the otter over.

'Think we should show Mr. H our new pets..?' murmured Talik with a dopey grin.

'Mmhh.. maybe once we've gotten plenty of use out of them.. ..And before that, I want to take our new pet's truck out for a spin on the mudflats. Our pink-pet did say there was plenty of fun to be had there.'

Nodding a little dopily for the suggestion, Iskim yawned and settled against Talik's form, grinning as he lightly pressed his otter-laden belly against his twin's firm, pebbled abdomen.

'Sounds like fun to me.' he giggled, before permitting himself to doze off after their rambunctious fun, weighted down with the body of one pet, and the knowledge of the other they had all the time in the world to enjoy.