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Rand pulled in to Christine's driveway. Two weeks had passed since circumstance had brought the two of them together and he had relented to meet the little otters mom. His reluctance was more out of embarrassment than anything. Sure, he had helped the girl, but Rand didn't consider himself any sort of hero. In his eyes he was just an ordinary boy that had done what any sane person would do in the same situation.

Chris, on the other hand idolised Rand. He at once loved the attention and shied away from it. His little shadow had fortunately fit in well around his friends. The three of them both teased Rand relentlessly and flirted outrageously with the young otter. They none the less managed to be friendly.

Chris had been begging Rand to meet her mother since the day after the incident, he finally relented to meet her on Saturday, today, and the young man was out of his mind with nerves as he placed his Honda Civic in park and shakily opened his door. Rand smiled hesitantly when the little otter ran out to meet him.

Caught a little off balance when Chris launched herself at him before he had a chance to brace, Rand stepped back and used his vehicle as support, returning her tight embrace. He looked up to see Mrs Swifttail stepping out of the front door. Her manner was relaxed and she smiled and extended a hand in greeting as she approached.

"Hello Rand. I'm very pleased to meet you."

Rand hesitated for a moment, stunned. "Hello Mrs Swifttail. You are beautiful."

Chris gave a startled squeak and clipped the top of Rand's head. "Hey! That's my Mom!"

An amused smile touched the delicate otter's eyes as Rand's words registered sluggishly in his head, a dawning horror widening his eyes. "I-I mean pleased to meet you Mrs Swifttail." A crimson blush prickled the crown of his head and descended rapidly as he realised his faux-par. "I'm sorry." He apologised, embarrassment dragging his gaze to the floor. Rand wanted to hide behind the young otter wrapped around his midsection. "I think I should leave." He stammered, his mouth feeling like it was coated in a thick layer of powder.

The older otter, unable to contain herself burst into laughter. "Nonsense! Call me Aedre." Aedre wiped a tear from her eye, trying to supress her amusement. "I can see why my daughter is so taken with you. I swear Rand; she hasn't stopped talking about you for more than a few seconds since the two of you met. Come inside, I want to get to know the gallant hero who saved my daughter."

Aedre's manner was easy and unaffected, she turned, still trying not to laugh and started back toward the house. Mesmerised by the older otters graceful movement, Rand set Chris down and followed. A furry hand pressed into his diverting his attention and he smiled at the young otter walking more self-consciously at his side. Rand laughed and hauled her up, slinging her over his shoulder like a sack of grain to her shrieks of laughter and protest.

Undoubtedly beautiful, Chris was still young, unsure of herself, self-conscious. If she was going to grow up looking like her Mom, Rand knew boys around her were going to be in serious trouble. The thought occurred to him that it may be him in serious trouble made him smile and he paddled her bottom playfully eliciting more indignant cries, laughter making the lie of her protests.

Rand's eyes adjusted to lower light as he stepped in and he paused to take in his surroundings. Christine's house was spacious and elegant. The walls were covered in an abundance of art, a few different styles though obviously the same artist. The furniture was large and comfortable looking and spaced cleanly along with the odd decoration that adorned the side tables.

Aedre turned to Rand and offered him something to drink.

"Yes please Aedre. Some coffee would be great."

Left alone with Chris, Rand walked her, still kicking and punching his back ineffectually, to the main couch and carefully tossed her down, turned and sat on the struggling otter. She made an Oof Noise as he lowered himself but he was being careful not to place all his weight on the giggling otter beating at his shoulder.

Straightening when Aedre entered the room with their drinks, Rand moved to the far side of the couch and seated himself in as composed a manner as he could with Christine bouncing up and down on all fours next to him. He laughed, reminded of an ecstatic hound when his master called home.

Rand sipped at the hot cup and asked, "Where is Mr Swifttail?"

Aedre gave a brief hurt look and answered, "He comes and fetches Chris once a month, but we divorced about 2 years ago."

Rand nodded.

"So?" Aedre asked. "What made you decide to come to my daughters rescue in school Rand?"

Rand smiled awkwardly. "She was just a frightened little girl. Anyone with any power of reasoning would have done the same. It was only after that I realised how cute she was, if I had known before, I probably would have hurt the boys far worse. Thank god I didn't!"

The compliment set Christine bouncing again, a wide grin on her face and a slight pink tinge colouring her brown nose.

"Are you religious then Rand?"

"No ma'am. If there was a god, Chris would never have been in that situation."

The two continued to chat. Rand grew more comfortable around the stunning older otter and his replies grew easier. Chris on the other hand grew more agitated as his attention was kept away from her. Unable to contain herself any longer, Chris jumped up, "Want to race me on Pay Station?"

Rand gave in easily. "Sure. What other games do you have?"

Christine showed him her meagre collection of out-dated games and they eventually settled on Tekkem.

Aedre excused herself to go continue her painting and Rand realised where all the art was from, looking at the paintings with renewed interest. He watched the older otter as she passed him, mesmerised by her shimmering coat as the light danced in her rich tones. When she was safely passed, he tore his eyes away and stood to move to the carpet next to Chris.

He and Chris played, sometimes against each other, sometimes vs. the computer. Rand teased Chris shamelessly as he dominated the game, letting her win once or twice to maintain her interest. An hour quickly passed, and Aedre stepped back into the room.

"Sorry to interrupt the two of you. Chrissie, Nyneve called and she wants help rearranging her furniture. I said I would come right over. Would you like to join me or will Rand stay here with you until I get back?" Aedre asked.

"I don't have anything to do today." Rand told Chris.

Chris brightened and seeing an opening, delivered a devastating combination of punches and kicks that disabled his undefended avatar. "Here with Rand!" Chris laughed, unable to hide her excitement.

"Well, it's almost lunch Chrissie, you are going to have to fix up something to eat and offer Rand another Drink."

"Ok mom. I'm sure he will be fine with some ham, cheese and a couple of rolls."

Rand nodded to Aedre and she set about leaving, fetching her keys off a hook and slinging her bag over her shoulder.

Rand shifted his weight and complained to Chris. "Can the controllers reach the sofa?" he asked, "My bum is getting numb."

She looked back at the sofa. "Well, not quite, we have to move the couch a bit forward, but it's not too heavy."

The two of them managed with the bulky couch and played for another 15 minutes before Chris stood and queried, "Lunch?"

Rand followed her into the kitchen and helped assemble the food as Chris presented it.

The two of them sat chatting about school on the couch while the screensaver fought battles on the TV in front of them, Displaying tactics and powers and announcing winners after short intervals.

Rand finished first and set his plate on the coffee table in front of him. Picking up a controller, he manipulated the menu until he was in the practice mode, learning new combinations and attacks while Chris ate, her gaze fixed firmly on the large human.

Finished, Chris picked up the plates and moved them back to the kitchen, excusing herself to the toilet when she returned.

"After you!" Rand called.

Exiting the bathroom, Rand returned to see the little otter lying on her side on the couch, her head resting on the armrest. He checked again to make sure his fly was up and seated himself, careful not to sit on her tail and looked over to the little otter doing a double take.

Rand was looking at far more of the otter than he should. Chris wasn't wearing any panties and her pale yellow skirt was propped open by her broad tail giving Rand a rather intimate view.

Rand snapped his head back up and continued his practice, occasionally unable to resist the urge to turn and look at the furry view that was on display. The nervous human swallowed loudly when he heard Chris' steady breathing, realising she was asleep. He turned his head and found himself staring openly at the immature mound pressed snugly between the otter's legs.

Rand looked up to make sure the otter was asleep, lowering his gaze when he was certain. His pants were bulging and he rearranged himself into a more comfortable configuration, his eyes never leaving the creamy patch neatly bisected by a subtle shaded line.

Shocked at himself, Rand reached into his pocket and pulled out his mobile, wincing at the unlock sound as he activated it. Rand hastily pulled down the menu that placed the phone on silent and selected the camera app with a shaking finger. Lining up the image he pressed the shutter button. The image turned out blurry from his vibrating and was excessively dark in the vicinity he most wanted to capture. The lighting was nowhere good enough.

Quivering nervously, Rand looked back to the chunky table side lamp positioned on the table to his left. He followed the cord and located the switch, watching the otter closely to see if the light would wake her. Chris only gave a brief twitch but seemed to settle quickly into her rhythmic breathing.

Rand felt a pool of drool build up and he remembered to swallow just in time. The private view was now well lit; he could follow the lie of delicate individual hair follicles as they thinned near her soft pink crevice. Rand rested his camera on his leg for improved stability, leaned to see the focus and pressed the shutter release again.

Under the new conditions the smart phone excelled. Rand viewed the image on the large screen, horrified and thoroughly aroused at his action. The image displayed in erotic, detailed high definition, the modern sensor capturing the close up perfectly. Rand felt himself start to moisten as his body issued orders to action stations.

Rand placed the camera back on his thigh and pointed the lens slightly further back to where the otter jail joined to her torso. He could barely make out the tail hole hidden in the soft fur, but the fact seemed only to make it more alluring. Rand viewed the image as his heart thudded and toggled the motion camera, facing it strategically at the otter's private area.

Chris started abruptly when she heard a click and bright light filtered through her eyelids. Rand had turned on the lamp. She forced herself to calm her breathing and supress her grin. The otter heard Rand press his back into the chair and then relax, followed after a moment by the unmistakable sound of a phone unlocking, interrupting a brief silence as the console loaded a new match. Rand froze for an instant before moving carefully again. She could feel him shaking through the leather of the couch and realised he was about to take a picture of her underside. The thrill pumped mixture of adrenaline and arousal through Chris, flooding her little tunnel and her mind simultaneously.

Sensitive to his movements, Chris could feel each time he positioned the phone for another picture. Unable to contain herself any longer, Chris lowered a furry finger between her legs, parting her sensitive lips and pressed straight into her sensitive love button, she nearly gasped at the exquisite sensation of her finger sliding easily over her already damp knot of nerves.

Rand sucked in air, his eyes shot to Chris' face expecting to see her eyes open. Her state seemed unchanged though and his heart slowly ceased rattling in his chest as he looked down to the recording to make sure it was still positioned correctly. His eyes were drawn quickly back to the real display beside him. Chris let out a little moan as her fingers slid through her slippery canyon, the noise came out sounding like his name and he decided the otter must be dreaming.

Glued to the erotic image in front of him, Rand studied her lips as they parted for her finger, opening and closing again behind it as she slowly rubbed the length of her crevice. When Chris deployed a second finger, Rand's hips thrust involuntarily at the site of the extra width spreading her tiny pink slit lewdly.

Watching raptly as a bead of moisture escaped her tight entrance, Rand shocked himself again when he realised his hand was reaching to capture the viscous fluid before it soaked into her fur. Following the grain of her fluffy pelt, Rand fetched up the drop and held it up to his nose, his mind reeling at the stimuli and he slipped his finger into his mouth to taste the young otter.

Chris supressed a twitch when she felt Rand touch her near her sensitive slit, she contemplated grabbing his hand and thrusting his finger into herself but worried that she might scare the skittish human away. Arousal was beginning to break Chris' calm appearance and she started to concentrate solely on her little panic button, breath coming in increasingly short gasps.

Beyond reprieve, Rand extended a quivering finger to the otter's tight opening. He shivered when he made slippery contact, holding the position while he gave her time to make certain she wasn't going to wake. Chris' was breathing quicker but her eyes seemed to be relaxed and he pressed gently into her slick cave. Rand groaned as he watched her tight muscle envelop his thick finger, she seemed to draw him into herself with little pulsing ripples along her inner walls.He stopped just before his knuckles touched her mound and curled his finger upward to feel her silky walls press against his skin, savouring the texture as he slid himself around the inside the otter pup.

The combination of alarm and arousal was sharpening Rand's senses, he was beginning to smell the exotic otter scent and he let out another small groan as he slid himself slowly back out of her cave. Rand drank the image in greedily as her flower clung tightly to his finger, almost reluctant to let go. He longed to taste her directly as he pushed his now slick digit back in, carefully building a steady rhythm in time to the rippling contractions of her slippery walls, Sensing more than hearing Chris' breathing stop briefly as she tipped over the edge.

This time his name came out in a gasp through gritted teeth as her walls clamped down on Rand, tail shuddering cutely with the intensity. A teaspoon of otter excitement jettisoned itself onto her fur in a slippery ark and Rand instinctively dropped the mobile to catch the fluid before it could escape. He tasted her again, leaving a small amount to rub into his skin to savour the rich smell later on.

Chris' eyes wanted to bulge when she felt the human finger press gently against her opening. She wanted so badly to open her eyes and tell the human that she loved him. She was scared he would think it too early or her too young and she forced herself to calm as she felt him press excitingly into her accepting hole. Chris was putty in Rand's hands and his hand was busy probing her most sensitive region at that very moment.

Chris' orgasm cocked and fired through her like a gunshot leaving her slightly disappointed that she hadn't had the time to enjoy him inside herself for longer. Bliss consumed her utterly, drowning the thought as her walls dipped downward to lap at the semen her underdeveloped tunnel should be receiving right about now.

Chris barely managed to stop herself screaming the humans name in ecstasy. Settling gradually, the happy otter felt herself drift back into deeper sleep, the feeling of satisfaction and fullness with him still inside her twitching tunnel sent her quickly on her way.

Watching Chris slowly settle, Rand reluctantly pulled himself carefully out of the little otter and tried to calm himself. He was relieved and astounded that she was still sleeping. Quickly he retrieved his phone and halted the recording, exiting the application, a moist finger leaving a surprisingly intriguing smudge on the glass screen.

Rand decided he needed the toilet for a second time in a brief period, if not for exactly the same reason. Shakily he stood, clutching his phone tightly to his chest in an irrational fear that it would be taken away from him along with the evidence. Recklessly pulling his fly open, Rand fumbled with the playback on the screen as he freed himself trying to get his un-cooperating fingers to activate the 2 minute clip in the corner furthest from his reaching thumb.

Finally released from its confines, Rand's hose had other ideas and he exploded without warning sending his seed spraying uncontrolled onto the pristine white tiles, his body twitching and shuddering. When he managed to open his eyes, embarrassment descended over him. Rand could see his sticky fluid splatted clean past toilet in front of him, soaking the roll of toilet paper resting on the window sill above the cistern.

The nervous human let out a horrified whimper and decided that he wouldn't be able to perform an adequate job with the now wet toilet paper.

Penis still standing proud Rand peered out the door cautiously. All clear, he went into the bathroom, opening cupboards and looked for a suitable rag. Finding nothing, he settled desperately on a facecloth hanging on a miniature wrack above the bath. It had a bold picture of Spongegob and Rand cringed at what he was about to the do with the cloth Chris used to wash her face.

Finished, Rand stepped quietly back into the lounge and sat carefully next to the otter, forgetting about her tail as he settled his weight into the chair. Chris' eyes fluttered and she pushed herself up slowly, her wet mound rolling onto the clean leather. Embarrassment covered her face and she tiredly sat up excusing herself to the bathroom. Rand's stomach dropped as he realised his smell might not be completely eradicated. He remembered how sharp the little otter nose was the last time he was here. Rand wondered how he kept getting himself into these situations.

Watching her step out of the room, Rand looked over to the lascivious imprint Chris' mound left on the dark leather and dried the wet patch with the palm of his hand, finishing the job with the hem of his cotton shirt.

Finished with her cleaning and repressing a dreamy grin, Chris stepped back into the lounge. Rand had restarted his game, though a little more unsteadily than earlier. She settled her rump back down, pushing her tail to the side and hoping she was giving him another interesting view as she sat close to him. Sneaking a glance to the side, Chris smiled when she realised that he had cleaned her moist evidence off the leather. She wondered how he had done it and if he had tried to smell her scent before she had returned.

Feeling less slippery, Chris seated herself back on her still bare underside, a shiver prickling her fur when her warm young lips met the cool leather. Chris leaned into Rand's thick shoulder and blissfully closed her heavy eyes once more, sleep closing in around her as she pressed into his warmth.

Setting the game to arcade mode, Rand started working his way through the various levels. His progress was slow and he wasn't much bothered as his mind played the afternoon events back in an arousing loop. He felt the otter relax and drift off to sleep again and grinned happily at the closeness of his little otter. He was probably already in more trouble than he should be comfortable with, thinking of the delicate young girl as his.

Hearing Aedre's car in the driveway, Rand quickly paused the game. He gently picked up the sleeping otter and carried her tenderly to her bedroom. Pulling the duvet while trying to hold Chris proved awkward, though he managed, assisted by her slight weight. Rand lowered her to her pillow carefully and covered her exposed creamy mound with her skirt, following it with the thick duvet.

When Aedre entered, Rand was quitting the console, returning it to its place under the tele. He turned to the picture of femininity as she walked in and explained that Chris had fallen asleep and he had moved her to her bed.

Aedre smiled and apologised in a hushed tone, walking him to his car. "Thank you for looking after my little pup," she smiled, "twice now."

He couldn't help smiling in the face of her gratitude. "It was a pleasure Aedre. See you around?"

"Any time Rand. Come for dinner next time. We can all watch a movie together."

Rand could find no objection with that and nodded eagerly. He swung the engine and backed carefully out of the relatively unfamiliar driveway.

Aedre stepped back into her quiet home and took a seat on the sofa. She could still feel his warm impression and her nose caught the scent of her daughter's arousal, her eyebrows rising with interest. The fact that she couldn't smell Rand anywhere relieved some of her concern. Her pup was obviously growing up, but she hoped for Chris' sake that her little otter waited a while before attempting somebody as large as the human boy.

Aedre flipped through the channels aimlessly wondering what she was going to do for dinner tonight.