Gentle Dreams
The young otter sighed, quickly running a paw through his aquamarine hair, as he boarded his flight, the last one until he was with his mate and in his new home. Taking his seat in 16 B he buckled up and yawned, it was early in the morning and he hadn't had any sleep in the past thirty six hours. Putting his carry on under the seat in-front of him, blushing slightly as a Ninetales plushy falls out of it. He then thinks to him self
I hope no one noticed that, they might think I'm a little kid still.'
Quickly replacing the plushy, he gets ready for the long flight to his mate. Suddenly a young tiger cub darts over and grabs his bag, and plushy along with it.
Hey you little brat give that back." He shouts at the thief as he tries to get out of his seat to reclaim his stolen belongings.
Finally catching the offending cub he grabs his bag back and looks inside to make sure everything is still inside, noticing the plush is missing. Freaking out he grabs the cub's wrist and lifts him up by it shrieking out
"Where is it, tell me where you put it!" Suddenly the cubs mother comes up and takes her kit and asks the otter
"What are you doing to my son?" The otter in his slightly panicked state replies simply "That little brat of yours took my bag and stole something really important to me out of it, I just want it back." When he suddenly realizes he is talking to tigress.
Before he can apologize to her for his rude behavior she replies "Would this happen to be it." Whilst holding up the plushy.
"Yes thank you." The otter replies quickly grabbing his plushy before he returns to his seat and buckles in, keeping the plushy out and in his lap stroking it fondly to calm his nerves. Suddenly the tigress from earlier sits down beside him and smiles before saying "I guess we are sitting by each other for this flight, that's an interesting plushy to be so attached to." She comments before the young otter can reply.
"Yeah, a lot of people say that." The otter replies quite shyly. Determined to strike up a conversation with the otter she asks
"What's your name?"
"Llyr, and yours?" the otter replies remembering his manners this time.
"My name is Atira, if you don't mind me asking why are you so attached to that doll?" She asked.
Quickly Llyr replied "It's something my mate got me to remember him by until I could move over with him." He replied without thinking.
Shocked by the response Atira asks a second question "So your gay?"
Blushing to the point where his fur took a pink tint. "No I'm not gay, I just don't have a preference, and I get along with him so well." Llyr replied.
"It's okay child, I've known plenty of guys who love guys." Atira responded.
Llyr in a slight burst of anger stops blushing and snaps out "I'm not a child, cat." Before he blushes even more and covers his mouth.
"Well, well, well, aren't we a touchy one." The tigress replies before asking another question "So why did your mate get you that kind of plush, was it his when he was still a child or what?"
"No he is a nine tailed kitsune, and why are you asking me so many questions?" Llyr responds and asks in return
"I just needed to know why you grabbed my cub and acted so irrationally." Atira replied and decided to leave the otter to his thoughts.
Suddenly over the intercom the preflight instructions boomed out. Having been a veteran of flying, the otter knew exactly what the pilot was going to say, so he pulled blanket out of his bag and wrapped it around himself to keep warm more easily before he pulled his legs into the seat and snuggled up to the plush.
Quickly falling asleep Llyr begins to dream of the time he had spent with his mate that past summer and how intimately they had gotten to know one another. Llyr could once again smell his own musk faintly and smell his mates musk quite well, the feeling of his mate being inside of him, and he being inside his mate, the taste of the kitsune's cock and seed as well as the taste of his own seed mixing with his mate's seed and spittle. The wonder full feeling of their fur rubing together, and the feel of the water flowing over them when they decided to shower together. Giggling slightly in his sleep he remembered how mad the hotel owners had been when the maids started complaining of seed soaked beds, wet floors, and the scent of musk coating everything and going into the hall. Had it not been for the fact that half of the occupants of the hotel were up to the same deeds they might have been thrown out, instead they were just moved to a room by other couples interested in the same thing. Then he remembered the sounds, the squeaking of the bed, the splashing of the water, the roars of his mate when the kitsune started to orgasm. Oh how he had enjoyed that week of his life. Suddenly a sharp pain brought him out of his dreams as his cock was positioned badly and being crushed by his shorts and legs. Quickly looking around to see if any one was looking at him, and determining no one was he stuck his paw into his shorts to reposition his self and realized he had cum in his shorts, quickly repositioning he pulled his paw out of his shorts and wiped it off on his stomach fur which he promptly recovered with his shirt. Shivering slightly he had one thought before he went into a deep slumber. 'I hope he is thinking about me right now.'