Consequence
Terence Morrow, a slim, hard-working otter that performs janitorial duties for a local theatre has just received his pay. This, of course, would mean a great night for him, but a lonely night for his wife. ‘Oh well' to her!
This otter was poor, and the reason was his addiction to alcohol. Almost every penny he received for his work was squandered on varieties of the substance. This young otter also spent a few dollars on the local prostitutes, having his way with many different species of females. At least, he thought they were females; some of them may have been questionable. The alcohol obviously clouded his judgement.
Terence, for the first time in his life, thought about immediately returning home to his wife. Their apartment was small and barely had any furniture. The bed and television were all that mattered to him. He could imagine the otter female laying there, zombified by the light of the box that rested on a small table.
She could wait.
Usually Terence took the bus right after work, but now that he had money, he could buy some beer. He licked his lips, thinking about the taste and the way it made his brain tingle. Terence grinned widely as he casually walked down the sidewalk.
Down the street from the theatre was a corner-store that sold his favorite kind of beer. Checking his watch, he noticed that it was only six o'clock, and the sun was just about setting, and he wouldn't need to be home for another few hours.
The neighborhood wasn't particularly bad, but it'd be the number one spot for those kinds of movies that have gangs. He knew that police cars didn't roam around the area, so there would be a good chance he could find some lady fun. The thought stirred his loins as he walked down the empty street.
The streetlights began to flicker and brighten the dark that was slowly creeping over this neighborhood. He didn't care much for the crime in the area and getting robbed, so long as he kept his pistol with him. It was definitely loaded since every criminal had theirs loaded as well. It was only a smart idea.
Terence kept his hands in his pocket, his breathing visible with white puffs of air. It was only fall, but the northern region was colder than normal. He'd have to rent a motel room or something tonight.
Finally making his way up to the corner-store, Terence couldn't help but notice a black pantheress standing on the other side of the street. She stood right under the streetlight, so it was easy to see that she was overdressed. This pantheress looked familiar, but nonetheless he would have his way with her tonight.
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Terence left the store with a pack of what, he considered, was the best booze in the world. Looking both ways and keeping one of his hands in his pocket, the otter crossed the street to meet the interesting female. He could smell her scent as he got closer, his loins stirring once more.
"Hello there," he said, mentally undressing the pantheress as he glanced up and down her figure. It looked like this female just left a really expensive and special party or occasion of some sort. Terence could smell alcohol, wine perhaps. Perfect.
"Why, hello handsome," the pantheress giggled, checking out the otter herself. Now Terence was getting nervous since this female was different. He swore he had seen her somewhere. Maybe he had slept with her before, or her sister?
Terence shook the thoughts out of his head, took a deep breath and noticeably raised the pack of beer. "Care for some fun?" He grinned.
"Mmm.. We'll see about that, handsome," she purred, her yellow hued eyes glancing from side to side. This confused Terence some, mostly because of her glancing around. Was she looking for something? He shrugged and led her down the street, finding the motel he visited often.
Upon approaching the main office, a bear sitting behind the glass noticed him and waved. "Hello, Eddie!" he shouted through the glass. Terence didn't ever give his real name out when it came to his secret pleasures. "One night again?"
"Yep. That would do," Terence replied, slipping two twenties under the glass. The bear immediately took the money and handed him a key. Room seven, how lucky. The pantheress licked her lips at the sight of the money being retrieved from the otter's pocket.
****
Terence found himself lip-locked with the pantheress as soon as they opened the door, their tongues delving into each other muzzles as they vigorously kissed. After what seemed like minutes, they panted heavily and started to undress. Surprisingly, the pantheress took off her dress in a way that Terence could only describe as tearing-it-off. It wasn't his anyways.
Terence managed to get all of his clothing off in time to rejoin the pantheress in their wild kiss once again. The female forced the otter onto his back on the bed, the both of them bouncing on the mattress a few times. At this moment, Terence didn't care that he didn't get a drink of his booze. First thing's first, he needed to be satisfied sexually.
The pantheress straddled Terence, her buttocks grinding against his crotch, making his sheath stir. His cock was leaving his sheath pretty fast, the feeling of this female grinding Terence intensified by her damp slit. Oh, how Terence was going to be a very happy otter in a few moments. She continued grinding her crotch to his, moaning into their never-ending kiss, tongues still twirling.
Terence was as hard as he could be, his head feeling cloudy from how intense this was becoming for him. He had never felt like this with any other female before. Pre was already leaving the tip of his rock hard member. He wanted to be in her badly!
He got his wish once the female threw her head back, moaning loudly as she orgasmed, her pussy trickling her warm juices onto his throbbing cock. Terence was trying his damn best to hold back his own climax. His eyes were closed tight until the pantheress grabbed his cock and raised herself off him.
Both of them were panting heavily, looking into each other's eyes for a second before the pantheress thrust herself down upon Terence's phallus. The otter could swear he was seeing stars as the female above him repeated the process of thrusting herself down hard on his crotch.
Terence figured she needed attention as well, and his eager hands reached to grasp the furry mounds on her chest. His fingers kneaded at the large breasts, eliciting a loud moan from the pantheress and causing more of her juices to pour from her pussy and around his cock.
This was such heaven for Terence, enduring what he considered the best sex of her life. She was a tight one! It was becoming more and more difficult with each of her pounding thrusts. By now their crotches were soaking, the room was filled with the heavy scent of mating, and Terence just about lost it.
The otter thrust up just as the pantheress thrust herself down, their bodies meeting roughly and the both of them experiencing a heavy orgasm. Jets of Terence's seed poured deep into the pantheress' pussy as he held himself right up against her, all of his cock within the confines of the pantheress.
"Haaahhh.." moaned the pantheress, leaning forward and pressing her palms against Terence's chest to hold herself up above him. He could feel their mixed juices leaking out of her and onto his crotch. "That felt perrrfect, handsome," she purred, rubbing his chestfur.
Terence closed his eyes and cross his arms behind his head, sighing contently while his twitching length remained within the pantheress. He didn't mind, he was getting his money's worth out of this.
Now the female was shifting around, as if she were reaching beside him to get something off the nightstand. But the only thing on there should be a lamp...? Oh shit.
****
Terence woke up in what seemed like hours later, and he had a massive headache. There was dry blood on the side of his head, and he winced when he felt the injury.
That damn hooker! he thought to himself, pounding the bed as hard as he could.
She had the decency to leave him his clothes, at least. The only thing missing was his jacket, which carried his handgun and pay, and the pack of beer he had just purchased.
That's just wonderful. As he sighed, he looked to the nightstand where the lamp was missing. In its place was a towel, a bottle of rubbing alcohol and a note. The note was the first thing he took, reading the fancy cursive handwriting out loud.
"Thank you Terence for a good time. I'm going to be honest with you. I really enjoyed that little moment we shared. I'm sorry it had to end the way it did. I've been watching you for a long time. I know who you are and I know you have a wife. You should know better."
Terence sighed inwardly as he read, the feeling of guilt washing over him.
Let this be a lesson to you. I took your gun and earnings to prove a point. Do the right thing next time!
Love,
Natasha
The otter couldn't help but chuckle at the name at the very bottom. Natasha. He realized that he'd seen her on newspapers before. She would watch people, act like a prostitute and rob the people she'd sleep with. More importantly, she would do it to males cheating on their wives.
On the bottom corner of the paper was a cute drawing of a kitty face. Terence rolled his eyes and checked the time on the alarm clock. It was only a quarter before eight, which surprised him. That would mean that he had been knocked out for half an hour. Since he had time to spare, he cleaned his head injury and took a quick shower to rid himself of the heavy scent of sex.
****
Terence managed to arrive home thirty minutes before nine, just in time for it to be reasonable. The long walk was cold, and his fur didn't help that much. He figured he deserved it after what he had done to Tracy.
When Terence unlocked the door, he was greeted with the delightful smell of seafood cooking in the kitchen. He walked in just in time to see his wife finish setting the table, a dinner for two.
"Terence!" she said happily, running over to hug him tightly. He suddenly remembered how beautiful she was when she was happy. His wife tilted her head, "Where's your coat?"
"I.. was mugged, Tracy. I'm sorry," he whispered, whimpering audibly.
Tracy hugged him again, rubbing his back. "You poor thing, come inside. You won't believe this!" As Terence stepped into their little apartment, Tracy continued. "Someone left an envelope for me in our mailbox. It had ten-thousand dollars in cash in it! I went out and bought some of our favorite food. There's even the lobsters you like." She giggled and nudged his side.
Terence's eyes went wide, but he couldn't show his joy for her. After all, the money was provided to her by someone else, and it definitely wasn't him. He did, however, notice the envelope that once held the money. On the upper left corner where the return address should be, there was a cute drawing of a kitty face.