{"sf1_id":656372,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Upstaged by an Otter","author":"StGeorgesHorse","words":2712,"posted_at":"2014-01-25T13:21:00.000Z","tags":["Anal","M/F","Otter","Vaginal","coati"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/656372-upstaged-by-an-otter","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/656372","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=656372\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#10 of The Otterly Sinful Stories\n\nLife is just a play and all the world is its stage. So is this story a comedy or tragedy? Depends on who you are I guess.","content":"\"Listen otter, I don't know what\nyou're up to, and whatever it is, it isn't going to work. I've got my eye on\nyou!\"\nA very drunk Mudge had both of his\neyes on the female in front of him. Two very bloodshot eyes. \"Now listen 'ere\nmy fine beauty, Ole Mudge 'as only the best intentions towards your lovely\nself, he does.\" His intention was, as usual, to get into the best parts of her\nbody. She was no fool.\n\"That's unlikely. You're a horny,\ngood for nothing, womanizing, thieving, self aggrandizing sot!\"\nHe put on his best hurt face. \"\n'ere now! You say those things like they're bad or somethin! I work 'ard for me\nreputation!\"\nThe female Coati sat across from\nhim and clicked her nails on the table. She wasn't going to be fooled by Mudge,\nnot ever again. He was drunk enough not to recognize her under her paint, which\nwas fine with her. She had just gotten done on stage and intended to earn a few\ncoins before washing it off. The patrons in the bar thought her the most exotic\nthing when she was painted like a geisha. Males that wouldn't pay a bit of\nattention to her otherwise suddenly got hard-ons for her.  It wasn't much of a life, but it paid the bills.\nBut not the otter. He always managed to slip out before the tab was tallied.\n\"Look otter, if you have money,\nwe'll talk.\"\nHe nearly tipped over as he\nscrambled to find his purse. He came up with a leather bag that jingled with\ncoins. \"Ya see! Ole Mudge can pay his way. Just might be enough 'ere to last a\ncouple 'o days if we buy the cheap wine.\" He jangled the bag in front of her.\nShe made a grab for it, but he whipped it out of reach. \"Oh no, I may be drunk,\nbut I'm not stupid drunk. Action first, pay later!\" He suddenly wasn't sounding\nso out of it.               \n\"Hmmmmm. I've got a lot of other\nchoices sitting around waiting for me to decide. Why should I pick you?\"\n\"Easy love. I'm 'orny and I've got\nmoney. By the time I'm done you'll be begging me to stay!\"\nShe laughed, remembering him from a\nfew previous times. He was good.... \"OK otter. You've got swagger, and I like\nthat. But understand that if you try to stiff me, I'll cut your throat and no\none here will blame me.\"\nHe put on his own show, looking\noffended and alarmed at the same time. \"But deary, if I don' go stiffin ya,\nthen what the 'ell am I paying for?\"\nShe slapped him lightly while\nnearby patrons snickered. She would have done it harder, but she actually found\nhis humor endearing. Still, she would feel better when his little bag of coins\nwas tucked safely away where only she knew its location.  Then he could tuck his horny little cock\nanywhere he wanted. \nMudge took his punishment like a,\nwell, an otter. He had enough booze in him for it to be no more than a love pat\non his cheek. He knew who she was, even if she didn't know he knew. He had\nwatched her onstage a few times from behind the scenes. The hell if he was\nbuying a ticket! It was bad enough spending his hard earned coin on dipping his\ncock much less sitting in with the high and mighty watching her with her\nclothes on. If he was paying to watch someone, they were going to be naked!\nOnce she decided he was the one,\nshe made no waste of time going up the stairs. She dragged him along like a\nsack of laundry, nearly causing him the fall. His head would have been fine\nunder that treatment but his favorite hat and its ever-present green feather\nwould not. He somehow managed it just fine on his own two feet.\nThe coati made a show of stripping\nher clothes off, and Mudge watched her dance with keen interest. He followed\nher every move with sharp eyes and a growing erection. Once she was done, she\nbatted her eyes at him and climbed into bed.\nHe had no such performance to give\nprior to hitting the bed. He was male and his performance came once he was in\nthe bed. He yanked off his boots, pants, shirt and vest as quickly as his arms\nwould let him. His hat flew gently across the room to land on the dresser. The\nrest of him landed on the sheets.\n\" 'ello luv! I just want you to\nknow I expect to get me money's worth out of ya. After all, I'm an otter. We\ncan be persistent in all things, especially money and love. \"ere we 'ave both!\"\nPloxia giggled with practiced\ncuteness. \"Oh you cute little water rat, don't think of this as paid sex. Think\nof us as two star struck lovers about to perform a wonderful ballet under the\nmoon lit sky.\"\nMoon lit sky? Mudge had done that\nmany a time, and it had cost him nothing. He shut up his thoughts with a grin.\nHe was going to get what he paid for and then some if he had anything to do\nwith it. He paid his money, and by damn he was going to get his goods.\" 'ere\nnow darling, you go thinking whatever you like. Me, I'm going to be shutting\ndown me brain so that me cock has more blood to work with.\"\nHe pried her knees and wiggled her\nlegs apart with one swift motion. Before she could think about protesting, he\nhad slammed his cock into her with practiced speed. Any hope she had of waiting\ntil he had passed out and snatching his money was gone. Resigned to a sleepless\nnight, the coati drew up her knees and grabbed his shoulders. Might as well\nride it out in style!\nMudge was a like a little wind up\ntoy. His spring was wound so tightly he was a blur of motion under the covers. The\ncoati dug her nails into his fur, raking the sensitive skin underneath. She had\nhad numerous lovers in the past, too numerous to count and may had been\nforgotten. She was remembering why she hadn't stayed made hat him for long. This\nnight was going to stay with her. His vibrating body was sending chills and\nthrills up and down her spine. Her own personal ministrations upon her own body\ncouldn't do what he was doing. Her first climax came quickly.\nMudge ignored her passionate little\nyelps. He knew she was coming, but he paid for his own pleasure, not hers. He\nput his muscles into overdrive, pounding away faster and faster until he thought\nhis heart would give out. Thankfully, his cock gave up first, blowing out his\npent up passion in hot sticky spurts. But even as he was unloading, he resumed\nhis thrusting. If she thought she was getting off easy, she had another thing\ncoming!\nShe had felt him blow, and was\nalmost sorry it was over. He was pretty good, this little thieving, lying water\nrat. Her cunt was tight with the rigidity that came with a climax. An\nadditional pounding in that particular area would have nice. Most of her lovers\ngot off, got off, and go off, meaning they blew a load, left the bed and\ndeparted to wherever they needed to. Not this one. He geared back up like a\nwoodpecker on speed.\nMudge was horny, but he was spurred\non with getting his money out of this broad. One good screwing and he would\nhave been glad to call it a night, or even for an hour's rest before resuming where\nhe left off. He didn't trust this one an inch. The moment he fell asleep, he\ncould see her in his mind's eye slipping out from under the covers and\ntiptoeing out the door. One load wasn't worth what he had paid. Two loads were\ncloser, but he intended to get more.\nHe didn't know what she was into,\nand part of him didn't care. He wasn't precisely a cad, but he wasn't\nconstrained by his normal sensibilities. He locked his arms under her shoulders\nand went into a frenzy of activity. Her gasp cheered him on to greater things. \nShe was well on her way to another\norgasm when she uncontrollably jerked her legs upward. The motion was severe\nenough to throw him off of his well balanced groove. One moment he was pounding\nher cunt, the next, her ass. She let out a screech of pain at the sudden\nintrusion to her off-limit hole. The problem was, his arms had her pinned and\nher legs were hardly working. They were pretty much waving in the wind like\nflags in a hurricane. \nIf he was paying attention or not\nwas hard to tell. He wasn't much of a back door man, but he was drunk and when\nyou were drunk, you didn't always pay attention to fine details. He was, and he\nchuckled to himself over another time that had gotten him in trouble.  Besides, her yelling might just be because of\nan oncoming orgasm. Like he said, he was paying for his pleasure, not hers. And\nnone of these details had been worked out before hand, so go with the flow. \nStill, even with his clouded mind he\ncaught on quickly enough. When the hole you're pounding suddenly gets three\ntimes tighter, there's a reason for it. He wasn't a complete jerk about it, or\nmaybe he was. He pulled out and started slamming the proper hole for about a\nminute, then purposely slid out and back in the back. She yelped until he\nwithdrew, but he kept repeating the process until she started to cum again. He\nslid into her ass one last shove and drove it home with a passion. She\ntightened up like she had sucked on a lemon, causing him to lose control too.\nHe fired away like a madman on her ass until they both collapsed on the bed,\nexhausted.\nShe tried to get her breath, but it\ncame in huge gasps. Her ass was on fire and she had a few things to say to him\nabout it. The problem as, as she lay there trying to get her wind, the feeling\nflowing over her was wonderful. She found that even the pain in her butt was\nnothing compared to the sensation engulfing her. By the time she found her\nwords, they only came out as, \"Wow!\"\n                \"I\nagree lass. That's one tight back hole you've got yerself.  I ain't into doing it much, but ya just might\nhave changed me mind on the matter!\" He wiggled his hips a little, since he was\nstill stuck inside that wonderfully hot and inviting hole. She arched her back\nlike she had been knifed and clawed his \nhide.\"\n                \"Sorry\nlass! Didn't think it would bother you so.\"\n                \"Otter,\nthat was just like the most delicious feeling I've ever had from someone nibbling\nmy little pink nub, only magnified a hundred times over. It was so overwhelming\nit's hard to tell where the pain starts and the pleasure begins. You got it in\nyou to try that again?\"\n                He\nsnorted. \"Look 'ere, you're talking to an otter. They only time we give up is\nwhen our 'eart gives out or the booze overrules our natural tenacity. I can\nkeep it up longer than you can take it!\"\n                \"Try\nme!\"\n                He did.\nIt wasn't too difficult, since he was still raring to go. He started slow, but\ngot up to speed pretty quickly. Ploxia was emitting a myriad of noises, not a\nsingle one of which he was paying any attention to. If she was enjoying\nherself, then great. If not, too bad. He paid good money and he intended to get\nhis fill.\n                He went\nback to his previous method, ducking out of one hole and then hitting the\nother. It drove her crazy, all the while rubbing his cock in just the right\nway. It had the added effect of lubing up her back door properly to keep him\nfrom rubbing her raw. Well...too raw. Tomorrow, her stage presence might be a bit\nstiff. It was a good thing she wasn't into ballet. \nHe came a little while later, just\nahead of hers, but he had so much momentum he didn't stop until she clamped\ntight around him once again. He was in the proper hole this time, pounding away\nwith bone jarring force. She arched her back, sank in her nails and let out a\nyowl that threatened to vibrate the windows into shards. Opera singers, he\nthought; ya couldn't beat them for a grand finale.\nHe lay there panting for a while,\nbefore slipping off and using the chamberpot prior to hitting the hay. He took\nthe time arrange his clothes and belongings. He wasn't expecting trouble, but\nyou could never be too prepared. He tidied hers up a bit as well. He climbed in\nand gave her a loving pat on the head. \"You're a good dame Ploxia dear. Now go\nwash your face. Your makeup is smeared.\"\n                She was\nso out of it she didn't even realize that he called her by name. She\nhalf-heartedly removed her make and crawled into bed. They snuggled for the\nrest of the night. Come very early morning, she awoke feeling very sore and\nvery relaxed. Her head was a little clearer. Damn it! She had wanted to get out\nof this with only his money. Oh, but he was so wonderful! Too bad he was a chronic\ncheat and a liar. If he was more honest, then she might let him stick around. \nHe was snoring heavily. She made a\nquick decision and rolled out onto the floor. She silently gathered her clothes\nand put them on. Once dressed, she rooted around his belongings until she found\na leather bag that rattled ever so slightly. Without shaking its contents, she\ngrabbed it and held it in her hand until she was out the door. Then she stuffed\nit in her purse and tiptoed down the hall to the stairs. With a parting, blown\nkiss, she said \"Goodbye Mudge!\" and ran down the stairs into the silent\nbarroom. In a flash she was out the door.\nCome daybreak, the otter was to be\nfound sitting at a table. He had ordered food and was impatiently waiting on\nit. The owner came over and sat with him a moment. \"So water rat; how was Ploxy\nlast night? A lot of other regulars were pretty pissed that she chose you.  I don't like my regulars getting upset. It's\nbad for business.\"\n\"Oh, she's a fine one, that girl\nis. Drilled her front and back I did. Thought she might wake up the whole\nbuilding at one point. I haven't had her under me in a long while. It was well\nworth the money and then some.\" He grinned at something he found funny.\n                \"You\nactually paid her? It's not like you not to cheat someone.\"\n                Mudge\nsmiled. \"Oh, I didn't pay her. She took me coin purse when she left this morning.\nI assume she got what she wanted.\"\n                The\nowner stood tall above the table. \"If you haven't got no money, how the hell do\nyou intend to pay the bill?!\"\n                \"Calm\ndown!\" He pulled a leather bag from his belt and shook it. \"Ya see, I told her I\nhad enough for a couple of day's worth of carousing. I guess she thought that\nshe deserved more for less. That's why I had two purses.\" He dumped the\ncontents of this one on the table. Silver and gold coins spread across the beer\nstained oak.\n                \"The\nother purse had me small change in it; bronzes and the like. I'm afraid she\nhelped herself to the wrong one. She'll be pissed when she wakes up and finds\nout. Course, by then, I'll be gone. Now where's my breakfast?\""}