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A gift for Ket 2/18/2014

A long, relaxed sigh pushed out of Ket's short lutrine snout, followed by a deep breath as he stepped out of the water of the Tinguilich Creek. It was a small tributary of the Quillicixa River, a small, out-of-the way creek nestled in heavy woods. Its waters warm from runoff of the larger river and peacefully slipping through the thick trees to the sea a few miles east. The woods kept the sound of the trading and soldiers on the larger river from invading the otter's favorite swimming site. Not only was it quiet, the location had good memories for the otter. It always brought a smile to his muzzle when he swam or relaxed. Even now as he tied his small loin cloth around his waist, the patch of cloth barely keeping him modest, Ket smiled at the memories of his father showing him this location as a pup. He remembered always being alone there to relax or enjoy some time with a very select few.

By now the sun was setting, but the summer air was quite warm. A soft breeze pleasantly stirred the otter's short, soft pelt. He sat on a tiny lea of grass close to the bank. He was old enough to stay out as long as he wanted. Now that he was no longer a pup had finished his education and returned to the tribe, his friends and family pretty much expected him to take a full day or two away from the tribe. He wasn't going to be gone that long, Ket mused, but no need to rush back just yet. He lay back on the grass, smiling and enjoying the familiar scents and sounds.

This was Ket's first time back to his secret hideaway since going off for school. He loved the education and the world outside the tribe, but his heart belonged to the Tunguilich and he always knew he'd return... at least now and then. The soft breeze carried the scent of pine and a hint of soft male musk across the broad nose of the otter. Despite the sounds being muffled by the trees, the scent of dozens of strong male soldiers was strong enough to make it thought the wood. The soldiers were a new addition to the area. While Ket was away at school over the last year, a group of around 60 members of the national legion took up residence. Officially they were there to assist in keeping the peace while trading on the Quillicixa had picked up. However, Ket's tribe was sure the soldiers were there to keep an eye on them. The groups got along and were respectful of each other but leadership on either side prohibited mingling. That was the only downside Ket saw.

Returning home from school pleased the otter, not just because he was coming home to his waters and tribe, but the sight of so many well-muscled and often shirtless men was plenty to stir twinges in the lutrine's loins. Hard work made the men reek a sweet musk of power, a scent the wind around Ket's little glen seemed to hold onto as if it were a special treat for the otter. Breathing in the scent, images of being pinned below one or more of those powerful creatures for hours of lust caused Ket's paw to instinctively slide under his loin cloth. The otter's webs appendage felt his thick, full sheath. His black tip was already lifting the light cloth. He gave his firm, round nuts a squeeze that made him moan. Which of those stunning beasts would he allow atop him in today's fantasy?

Ket's hips rolled as he worked his fantasy. Tonight he was under a large predator. "Mmm... a feline," he thought. Though the otter had snuck away to his little cove with a couple of the other tribal boys in his adolescence, play was always limited to oral experimentation. Ket and his companions had never managed to last long enough to move onto more. That was rarely a disappointment to the otter as he was often rewarded with a thick and salty load across his tongue which tingled all the way to his belly. Ket's paw stroked his black shaft and he moaned. "I wonder what a feline cock tastes like," he chirred to himself. He had heard felines could release many times in short order and in his mind the otter was living through several tasty loads and vigorous mountings.

It wasn't long before the loin cloth, slick with precum, annoyed the otter. It tapped at his paw as if warning him to stop lest he be seen. Ket's eyes opened to take a quick look around him. He was alone; he was always alone there, but the look brought him the courage to untie the cloth and move it aside. There under the slowing dimming light and masculine scented air, the otter freely pumped his cock. The images in his mind made him pant and moan. He convinced himself that the next time he went by the camp he would do more than brush his loin cloth to expose his rump to the men. Next time one of them would be atop him. Next time one of the men would be hilt deep inside him and cumm... "Ahhh!" Ket's orgasm rippled through him like an electric shock. Thick, warm spurts of cum splashed over his chest and belly, interrupting his imaginings at the most opportune moment.

It was over after seven large spurts across his belly. Ket laid back, eyes closed and enjoying the feel and scent of his cum. He huffed in the afterglow while his slick paw appreciatively stroked his gooey member. This was peaceful. Ket kept his eyes shut and let time pass by him as he enjoyed the relaxed throbbing in his paw.

"It's about time you finished, pup." The voice behind him was young but deep. Ket's eyes shot open and he fumbled, quickly trying to roll over while at the same time looking toward the owner of the voice. Awkwardly, the otter got onto all fours and looked up. A well-built jaguar stood before him, grinning and working on its belt. "I thought you were going to enjoy your paw all night for a while." The soldier was an intimidating, albeit beautiful sight. Shirtless, his physique reminded Ket of the boxers in his school's athletic program. Snow white fur cascaded over broad pectorals and down rippling abdominal muscles. The cat's sides were equally well defined muscle framed in rich orange with large open black and brown rosettes. He stood an intimidating six feet tall, a head taller than the otter. A thick, fuzzy tail three feet long and colored with the large rosettes on top and the same brilliant white as his belly, swayed behind him in a hypnotizing rhythm. The cat's mischievous grin showed the sharp, glistening teeth of a predator. Even the beautiful and dangerous muzzle intoxicated the surprised otter.

"I... I..." Ket couldn't find words. How long had the jaguar been there? How did he find the small clearing? Had he followed the otter? Ket's mouth was dry from shock, embarrassment and awe. He had never seen such an amazing creature. The jaguar positively dripped with masculine power. "I... uh..."

"Your mouth doesn't seem very intent on speaking, pup," growled the jaguar though a pleased chuckle. The large orange and white paws worked on the buttons of his tented trousers. The cat's black pads quickly wrestled his fly apart, releasing a rigid, red cock, slick with pre. A little tug and the jaguar's plump, white furred sack appeared. The jaguar gripped his impressive dick by the base, causing a large drop of precum to ooze out the pointed tip. "Get over here and let's see if your mouth can do something useful."

The cat's dick seemed to summon Ket. The otter's ears pinned back. He had forgotten the embarrassment of getting caught jerking off. He wanted that large hunk of exotic feline in his mouth. As the feline kicked off his camouflage trousers, Ket rubbed his nose against the jaguar's sack. The pouch felt firm and strained against the two large testicles held within. Eagerly the otter opened his muzzle and let one side of the cat's left nut fills his lips. A hungry moan escaped the otter's lips. The jaguar's musk saturated Ket's inhalations. He could not get enough of the powerful male scent. A heavy paw pressed against the back of Ket's head and, as if it were a cue, the otter lovingly and impatiently lapped his tongue over the soldier's testicle.

Ket's awareness once again dissolved in desire. He tasted the jaguar's sweat as his tongue brushed through the white fur of the cat's sack. The otter strained his muzzle to try to fit that nut in his mouth, but it was delightfully too large. The jaguar murred and moaned deeply with appreciation, tilting his hips to guide the otter to show attention to his other ball. Ket felt precum soak into his head fur as he greedily licked the sweat and scent off the jaguar's sack. It was enchantingly salty and strong on his taste buds while every breath was drenched in musk from the massive prick pressed against his head. Eventually the soldier angled Ket's head up, steering the otter to lick and kiss along his warm cock.

The barbs were a surprise to the otter. He had known feline cocks were barbed, but aside from a photo in a magazine or a glimpse in the school showers he had never seen one. They looked rigid, but the otter's lips felt them give under his kisses and suckle. The wide head of the jaguar's maleness soon filled Ket's lips. The otter opened his muzzle obediently and let the solider slide inside. The precum was even more delicious than the cat's scent had indicated; slightly salty, slick and strong. As soon as the cock head was inside Ket's mouth, the otter and jaguar worked together to slide Ket's muzzle back and forth.

Ket wanted this jaguar more than anything. The feel of the hard and veiny dick with its rubbery barbs drove the otter wild. He slurped and sucked hard, guided by the feline's paw and murrs. Soon Ket was bobbing his snout quickly along the cat, hungrily gulping each time the jaguar's large tip ground against the back of his throat. At that time the otter knew nothing but delight as he eagerly worked the soldier's shaft.

Suddenly the jaguar pulled Ket off his cock, leaving the otter's muzzle quizzically open with a large strand of pre and saliva bridging from the head to Ket's lower lip. The jaguar held the otter's head in place with one paw while the other grabbed his cock. With a loud, strained groan the jag let go. Ket was beyond surprised when the cat chose not to cum, but instead pissed on the otter's face. Hot, salty piss splashed against his face. His muzzle closed in reflex, allowing only a quick taste of his anonymous playmate's urine. This was something Ket had always wanted but had never experienced. After the initial shock, Ket relaxed, moaning and shifting his head as he let himself get soaked in the feline's piss. Ket was being marked by one of the soldiers he had lusted after since returning home. The sense of being claimed by the male intoxicated the otter and he enthusiastically let the jaguar bathe him. The stream lasted nearly a full minute and when it ended Ket was thoroughly drenched and reeking of the jaguar's tangy urine. It was bliss.

Ket looked up at the jaguar, eager to obey the jaguar in any way his new master wanted. Leaning forward, Ket licked the tip of the cat's hard and dripping member with a moan. The jaguar glared down with a grin, enjoying the sight of the panting, dripping lutrine in his grip. "Well, that won't do."

Ket immediately worried he had not pleased his partner. "What won't do,....Sir?" The title felt like it fit the moment.

After a quick growl the jaguar murred, "we aren't supposed to 'mingle,' pup." He was right. Ket knew that even if he soaked in the water, the scent of the jaguar would remain on his pelt for days.

"I... I can stay away from my tribe, sir." Ket whined. He desperately wanted the jaguar happy and anxiously tried to reassure him. "My tribe isn't won't notice me gone for a few days. No one knows what I do here, sir!" Ket's rudder swayed timidly. The moment couldn't end, not yet. He wanted all this feline could give him. He was anxious to please the soldier.

The jaguar grinned and looked around. He sniffed the air for the scent of others then looked at the otter with an evil grin. "No one knows you're here? No one is expecting you?"

"No one, sir!" The otter's tail flicked with excitement. He hoped this encouraged more from the strange feline. "I'm the only one in our tribe that comes here. The creek goes to the sea so there are no fish here this time of year." Excitement bubbled out of the dripping otter. "All our trade is on the river." Ket smiled. Surely he would finally lose his virginity, and to a beautiful and dominant soldier. Pleasure split the otter's muzzle with a very wide smile.

"Good." The jaguar's eyes squinted and he growled. Before Ket could react, the jaguar's knee rose sharply. Ket's jaws clicked shut and a white pain flashed through his head as the feline's knee connected with his chin. A quick twist on his feet, balanced by the long spotted tail, and the jaguar's right foot paw slammed into Ket's chest. The strike shot the otter backwards into the creek. Immediately the jaguar was on him.

Skilled and strong hand paws grabbed Ket's wrists, forcing his arms to bend and pinning his paws behind his head. Pain and surprise made the otter yell, but as his mouth opened for the scream, water from his beloved creek rushed in and silenced him. The jaguar ground his body against the otter. As Ket struggled to get his head above the water line for breath he could feel the massive member of the cat grind against him. Ket fought, but the jaguar had him pinned. The soldier's legs straddle the otter's rudder, working Ket's legs into the air. The young otter was struggling to raise his head for air when the jaguar's cock found its target.

With a couple exploratory prods, the jaguar found Ket's virgin tail hole. He ground his hips in hard. Ket's got his snout out of the water, but instead of sucking in life saving air, he howled out in pain. The large prick of the jaguar forced its way into the otter's body in one hard shove. Ket writhed and clenched in pain. He had never been mounted and was unable to anticipate the strain on his body as the jaguar's cock spread his insides around itself.

The virgin tail hole of the struggling otter was delightfully tight around the jaguar. Writhing from the lithe body below him only added to the clenching around the soldier's prick. He shoved Ket's head back under water and began mercilessly pumping in and out of the otter's ass.

Ket's lungs burned and his tail ached. He could feel the jaguar's full nuts and strong legs stroke against his thick tail base. The otter fought for life with all his strength but the rutting jaguar was too skilled and powerful. Those rubbery barbs that had so enthralled his muzzle moments earlier raked painfully along Ket's inner walls. He was thankful only that the cat had so much pre inside him that the barbs didn't take purchase in his bowels. Just as the light was growing bright and Ket thought he would have to inhale the water, the jaguar pulled his head up.

Ket moaned and gasped for breath, desperately pulling air into his lungs. The jaguar didn't stop. His large cock was sliding in and out deeply and rapidly. The soldier was snarling with lust. Ket begged, "Please! Please stop!" The jaguar forced him under the surface again. Hips splashed the creek water as the jaguar rutted his sexual prey. Ket writhed and screamed under the water, frantically fighting to get free and breath. He was pulled up again and continued his pleading. "It hurts! Stop! You're going to kill me!"

The last line made the jaguar's motions pause. He dunked Ket under the water once more then pulled him up and snarled into the otter's ear. "That's exactly what I'm doing, pup." His voice was sinister and made the otter grow cold with dread. "But not until your little ass swallows a load from your murderer." Ket started to scream but was forced under the water again.

The jaguar slammed into the helpless otter, pistoning his cock through the tightly clenched hole of his victim. Ket struggled for all he was worth. This wasn't how any of this night was supposed to happen. Moments ago he was at peace in his quiet cove, happily dreaming about the delights life had in store for him. There was too much left to do. The water washed away Ket's tears as they streaming from his eyes. He cried and imagined his family and friends. His rear ached with the dick pounding away inside him. Suddenly he felt the jaguar's nuts grind against him.

The jaguar pulled Ket's head out of the water and roared. With the cat's size, it felt as if his cock head was inside the otter's stomach. Otter and jaguar joined each other in loud moans as the jaguar gushed his load inside the otter. Pulse after powerful pulse shot cum into Ket's battered tail hole. The jaguar held in deep, making sure Ket took every drop. Ket could feel his attacker empty inside him and despite the terrifying situation, he took a moment to image the gooey wad collecting inside him and sticking to his walls. After several hard pulses, the jaguar's climax slowed to a drool inside the otter. He released Ket's wrists and held him close.

Ket panted, drinking in the warm summer air. His lungs burned for oxygen and every few breaths came out as a saturated cough as his body tried to kick the water out of his lungs. Reflexively he hugged around the jaguar. "It's over," he thought. Tears rolled down his wet cheeks. Ket's body ached and he was terrified, but the feel of a strong embrace and a full rear end soothed him. Over several moments the otter and jaguar slowly caught their breaths. The jaguar rubbed the otter's back comfortingly. Ket relaxed and embraced the cat whom he was sure was going to kill him.

After several minutes of sitting in the jaguar's hold and gently rolling his hips to milk the cock in his ass, Ket leaned back. He was shaken, but sure the jaguar had just been too rough for the otter's first time. The jaguar smiled at him and though, still pumped with adrenaline and shaking, Ket smiled back. Slowly the jaguar moved back, sliding his cock out of the otter's hole. Ket clenched to hold in his master's seed. The feline gently lowered Ket's legs into the water. Shivering but feeling safe, Ket chirred softly and wiped the tears from his eyes. "Thank you, Sir." The jaguar only grinned in return.

In a flash the spotted feline pounced atop Ket. The otter couldn't react. Once again Ket's head was shoved under the water. This time the jaguar straddled the otter's chest and squeezed his powerful paws around Ket's neck. Ket tried to scream but water rushed into his open muzzle. Ket couldn't even inhale the water; the jaguar's grip constricted his throat shut. The otter clawed and punched at the cat, desperately trying to get him off. Within moments the otter's ears began ringing and his head throbbed. Ket's eyes rolled back and a bright white light engulfed his view. Soon after the otter's frantic struggling diminished and less than a minute later the jaguar was left throttling the lifeless corpse of his most recent lover.

The cat held on a few minutes longer, making sure the life had left his victim. He grinned and shivered with pleasure at the thought of taking the young otter's life. Carefully he removed his paws from Ket's lifeless neck and shifted back. The otter's head lifted slightly out of the water. Ket's snout remained submerged; there was no need for it to find air anymore. The damage was done. Licking his lips, the jaguar glared at the dull, dead eyes of the otter then looked further down. His blood red dick was fully erect. He chuckled, "I forgot," he said to the corpse. "You were so eager to suck me off. No sense in letting a thing like death stop you."

Lifting Ket's head with his right paw, the jaguar pressed his hard cock in the otter's limp mouth. He pulled Ket's head down, forcing the otter's throat to swallow his thick head. Amidst a series of murrs and moans the jaguar thrust and stroked his cock with the dead otter. Dark pleasure spurred the feline faster and deeper. Lewd squelches emanated from Ket's motionless snout. The cat looked into the otter's lifeless eyes. It wasn't long before the cool throat of the dead lutrine was warmed by the rush of hearty spurts of jaguar cum. The feline held Ket's head to his hilt as he drained his nuts into the otter's corpse. When he had finished cumming the jaguar pulled his dick from Ket's cold lips and stood off.

The jaguar climbed out of the water and pushed Ket's body off the bank of the creek and watched as the lazy flow of the water carried the cum filled corpse east. He casually walked over to his pants and pulled them back on. Beside his camouflage trousers lay the small loin cloth of the otter. With a grin the jaguar picked up the cloth and sniffed it deeply, breathing in his victim's scent. For a moment he thought about keeping the stringed cloth as a memento of his murder, but he quickly realized he would be questioned about its previous owner. The soldiers were not allowed to fraternize with the tribe and such an intimate trophy would certainly raise questions.

Without further thought, the jaguar tossed the cloth into the creek. A silly tone rang out from the jaguar's pants. He reached into one of the pockets and pulled out a cell phone. "Hello?" he asked the caller. "Hey there." The soldier casually listened to the voice on the other end. "I'm just out for some exercise. I'm on my way back now." He tapped the red square on the touch pad of the phone and slipped the device back into his pocket before looking back at the creek. The otter's body was already 200 yards downstream, on its way to the sea where currents would carry Ket out into the ocean. Fish would take care of the evidence of the jaguar's grisly fun.

The jaguar looked around the copse and smiled. "This is a nice place," he thought. "It's very quiet and peaceful. I could definitely come out here to relax. The jaguar walked into the woods to join his fellow soldiers at their post, leaving the poor otter's fate as little more than a passing memory he would jerk off to in his barracks later that night.