The Strangest Breakfast (3)
#54 of Commissions by Gruffy
The Strangest Breakfast
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Still posting for Sanmer ,written ages ago! Now shared, because I wanted to :)
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Phil held his mug of coffee in his palms and watched the completely outrageous sight of the living plushie, now wearing his blue bathrobe and flipping bacon on the frying pan. Phil was pretty sure the otter was humming something...a tune he couldn't quite recognize, but after all, it was a mysteriously animated plushie toy doing the music, anything could be expected by now.
"Ohh this does smell nice..." the otter mused, standing on the kitchen ladder so that the pint-sized plushie could actually reach the stove to begin with, "do you like fried eggs too?"
Phil almost jumped at the sudden questioning, but held his ground on his seat, clutching his coffee with stiff fingers. He was only glad in his boxers and a T-shirt he'd grabbed on quickly, and he felt rather chilly, despite it not being a cold day. He could see sunlight outside. Inside it was just smells of coffee and bacon and strange humming from the neophrene-skinned...something doing the cooking.
"Uhhhh..."
"Shame that I don't eat...this does smell nice...," the otter giggled in his odd, squeaky voice.
Phil frowned.
"You don't eat?"
The otter grabbed a saltshaker and sprinkled some onto Phil's cooking breakfast.
"I'm made of magic, Phil, I don't need to," the otter replied.
"Oh, right..." Phil snorted. "Does your magic also cure my brain tumor?"
The otter's ears flicked.
"Your what?"
"I'm sitting in my kitchen talking to a plushie who seems to be cooking bacon, it's not like I'm going to live for long if the hallucinations are this bad all sudden..."
The otter chortled.
"Oh Phil...where's your faith gone? You know, this is exactly why magic has such a hard time nowdays...you've got more of it on TV than ever before, but in the real life, you do everything to deny its existence even when it's jumping to your face..." the otter picked up a skillet during his tirade and went on speaking as he scooped the bacon onto a waiting plate, "...or, as a matter of fact, sucks you off..."
Phil felt a funny tingle in his belly at the mention of the sex he'd had with the plushie - so taboo in itself, already, as it was, being reminded of it by the very same plushie that now appeared to carry a plate of freshly cooked bacon to him...it was almost too much.
"Bon appétit!" Swift grinned as he lifted his paws above his head to put the plate down onto the table next to Phil, before the otter rounded the table and climbed onto the chair opposite to the man sitting there, and the he clambered to the table and sat there on his haunches, seemingly to watch Phil eat.
"You speak French too?"
"I'm magic, I do almost anything," Swift smiled, his rubbery lips pulled into a wide grin.
Phil glanced at the smiling otter, then his plate, and grudgingly picked the knife and a fork that had been laid down for him. The bacon tasted as he'd expect it to be...normal...and just crispy enough.
"So how about you turn this table into gold or something, if you can do magic," Phil said, "you should be able to do that, right?"
Swift giggled.
"I said that I'm magical, but that doesn't mean I can do magic," he said, "sorry. I can do a lot of other stuff...as you have noticed..."
The otter looked at the human for a long while, smiling and licking his lips a bit, which was more than enough to make Phil feel somewhat uncomfortable again. It seemed that the...creature...was dirty-minded alright, if almost everything it....he...that...said was somewhat suggestive, he thought.
"So you're magical then," Phil stated, "how come? How does a plushie become magical?"
"That's a great question!" the otter chuckled. "Because I don't know."
"You don't know?"
The otter wrangled his small webbed paws and appeared very thoughtful, briefly, with his big eyes and slowly flicking ears.
"I know I'm here because you wished for me, but I don't know more than that," Swift spoke then, "I just knew, from the moment I woke up that I'm here for that simple reason."
Phil kept looking into the otter's lively eyes, the same very curious ones looking back to him, and he felt a strange tingling in his belly...something...like there was some kind of a connection between them, him and this strangely behaving being...creature...animatronic...mystery...
"I...wanted you?" he whispered.
"It's all I know," the little otter shrugged, "and I do know a lot of things, but the only thing I know about you is that you needed some like me...and here I am..."
"But I don't understand..."
Swift scooted onto his knees and moved over towards the sitting male, quickly enough that he barely had the time to react before the otter had his small webbed paws on his shoulders and was licking his face, odd and dry, but so very smooth and slick that it might've as well been wet. He felt a blush spread on his cheeks, and couldn't really deny how hot it felt, too...in the sense that was making his boxers tent up in a way he wasn't opposed to at all. If this was indeed a dream...he might as well enjoy it for as long as it lasted.
Phil grabbed the otter's muzzle and pulled him in for a kiss, the smaller plushie easily moving forward, and soon he had him on his lap, tail practically wagging against the table while they made out, as much as they could, with Phil trying to push his tongue into the otter's muzzle. It soon became slippery with his saliva, his tongue still running circles around it. Suddenly Swift was giggling, which prompted Phil, breathing quickly, to move his head back and look at the otter's smiling face.
"What is it now?" he asked.
"That's wet," Swift let out another giggle as he licked his own lips, "and it tastes funny!"
"You don't...make any of your own?"
"Noooope," the otter chuckled, "I guess I could always squeeze out some of your cum from inside my stomach and use that...it tastes so good..."
Phil made a face at the idea, though he couldn't deny that the nasty remark made his cock throb even harder in his shorts, especially with the otter's slight but warm weight resting on him like that. Swift seemed to notice it, too, since he started to wriggle his rubbery little butt against the human's groin, still holding onto his neck.
"...and you make plenty...I think...my butt's all squishy..."
Phil chuckled, feeling even further wriggling motions going over his throbbing boner.
"You can feel inside it?" he mused.
"Sure, can't you?" the otter blinked innocently.
"Well, not like that, I suppose..." Phil croaked.
"It felt so nice when you fucked me..." the otter grinned, "can we do it again, please?"
"You want - " Phil breathed.
"It's what I'm for!" Swift smirked. "It feels so good, too! Do you like it?"
Phil couldn't help but bump his hips against the otter plushie's butt.
"It was the best feeling ever..." he croaked, "fucking you..."
"How about when you get fucked?" the otter questioned ever so innocently, especially with a boner threatening to ram itself under his tail.
Phil almost coughed.
"Uhh...I...I never..."
Swift gasped.
"You say you never..."
"Uh...yeah..."
"But it's so much fun!" Swift giggled. "Feels so fun when your cock pushes in and out of my asshole..."
Phil chuckled nervously.
"Do you always speak like that?"
"So far, I have, and I've lived for...almost twelve hours!" the otter grinned.
Phil could feel the otter's stiff cock jut against his belly, and he...he just couldn't brush away the idea, what it'd be like to lose his butt virginity to Swift, the smiling and playfully wriggling otter in his arms, whom seemed to be insatiable when it came to all things sexual, and he wasn't shy to say it, either. But...doing that with Swift...something he hadn't done with anyone else before...well, he hadn't fucked anyone up the ass, either, or even gotten a blowjob, he'd been a virgin but for his own hand until last night when Swift had taken care of it all so far...and now...being so warm and cuddly and randy...
"And you'd really want to do it to me?"
"Well your butt was really cute when I put you to bed last night..."
"You did what?" Phil yelped.
"Well, you freaked out a bit after we fucked and fell to the floor and hit your head...you were lying there unconscious and I thought you'd be more comfortable in the bed so I put you there and tucked you in..."
Phil frowned - sure, he had a headache, but...his hand flew to the back of his head to feel for the growing sore bump there...he couldn't really remember it but...but...
"You lifted me!"
"I do have magic strength when I want to..." the otter giggled. "I didn't say I'm all boring and plushy..."
"You're not boring!"
Swift snickered and licked the human's face some more before he tilted his head back and grinned.
"So can we do it?" he said quickly, eagerly, "Pleeeeeease?"
"Uh...sure, dude, I...I guess..."
"Can we do it on the bed like you did it to me before, please?" Swift squirmed on his lap as he got up and then hopped smoothly to the floor, looking over at the seated human over his shoulder.
"Ohh...sure..." Phil mumbled.
Swift ran towards the bedroom as fast as his short legs would carry him, and still it was surprisingly fast, Phil thought, as he followed, his boxers almost ridiculously tented up while went over to his bedroom. He found Swift on the bed, his bathrobe discarded to the floor, and rubbing his hand over his pink, stiff erection...of sorts, since Phil knew it had been plastic...but he wasn't very sure about anything anymore.
"Oh there you are Phil!" the otter grinned. "Come on here!"
Phil stopped by the bed to drop his boxers and stepped out of them before he, feeling nervous indeed, settled onto his hands and knees on the bed, his heart beating like mad. He'd only just about gotten there before he felt Swift's paws land on his ass cheeks and rub them, while the otter giggled madly.
"It's sooo cuute..."
"Uh...thanks?" Phil mumbled and bit his lips as he already imagined what was going to happen soon...how...dangerous and unnatural it probably was, but to hell with it, he was gonna get...oh God...
Phil tensed when he suddenly felt the surprisingly warm tip of the otter's cock poke his asshole, and even more surprisingly so, it felt kinda wet...he clasped onto the bedsheets and looked over his shoulder to see the otter there with a blissful expression on his face, his tongue poking out between his lips while he humped against the human's butt.
"Hmmm...feels so goooood..."
"Aren't you gonna...uh...lube me?" Phil moaned.
"It'll be fiiiiine," Swift replied, now aiming for the human's pucker and making him moan with each rough poke against it.
"Uhhh..."
Phil hung onto the bedsheets as he felt his virgin hole open around the very smooth, very slippery tip that seemed to be boring into him just like that, forcing him to relent, it hurt for a few seconds but then, suddenly, an inch or so slipped into him and his ring-shaped muscles squeezed down on the otter's shaft, pleasure radiating through his entire butt as he was so suddenly taken.
"Ohhhhwooooow..."
"Wow...am I this tight too?" Swift squeaked.
"UHhh...I dunno..." Phil moaned helplessly as he felt the otter push deeper, prodding his prostate in the process, a place only occasional fingers had ventured to before.
"I'm gonna wanna do this a lot..."
Suddenly the otter lurched forward and he was all the way in, making Phil grunt, quickly, when he became filled up all at once, and felt his insides squeeze down on the otter's firm and warm shaft inside him, making the plushie hugging him from behind moan and giggle.
"Hoooooot..."
"Uhhhh..."
"I'm gonna...hmm...wanting to do this a lot..." Swift declared once he began to thrust in and out of the human who was struggling to stay still under the surprisingly firm pounding of the otter...and he wasn't keeping anything back, not even while dealing with a virgin partner such as Phil, who just had to...take it...though it didn't feel bad...just...
"That's much bigger than fingers..." Phil panted, feeling as he was humped into again and again, starting to rock a little on his noisy bed springs.
"Yay, I'm well hung!" Swift giggled and kept on pounding the human in front of him, really working his shiny body into a good speed while he pumped in and out of the rapidly moaning male.
"UHhhh...."
Phil wasn't sure how long it went on, he knew only that soon he was very sweaty and moaning all the time and leaking pre onto the bedsheets while the otter kept on pounding him, fucking and fucking with never-ending vigor and no pauses to wait...Phil wasn't sure how long sex was supposed to last in the real life, he'd only seen it in porn and he had no real idea how long someone's stamina was supposed to last in a buttfuck session, but he was pretty sure the otter had already broken those limits and then some. He was sliding in and out smoothly, just how he'd managed to get lubed like that, Phil didn't know, but it felt so good, poking his prostate whenever he pulled in or out, just breeding him really with supernatural vigor and strength. but how could he tire...he was magical...
"Ohh...Swift...uhh...stop, will you?" Phil moaned, finally, when his butt felt like he wasn't going to be able to take any more.
The otter's hips stayed flush with his ass, but he stopped, grinning happily and rubbing the human's butt while smiling to him.
"You like?"
"Y-yeah, but I can't go on..." Phil said, "I need to cum...please...can...can you make me cum? Please?"
"Sure!" the otter grinned." What do you want?"
"Can you...uhh...ride me?" Phil whispered.
"Ohhh, kinky!" Swift pulled out of his ass without further ado and simply stood there, glistening cock as perpetually hard as it ever was, it seemed, while Phil stiffly rolled to his back. He let out a moan, his back really aching after being on the doggy position for so long...but soon he had a proper distraction, when the otter bounced forward and sat on him, his webbed paws grabbing onto the human's swollen, red erection.
"Ohhhhhhh..." Phil moaned, he was so damn aroused, he knew he wasn't going to last for very long, it felt like he'd leaked everything from his balls onto his sheets that now felt all wet and messy under his butt.
Swift straddled him quickly and put the human's tip under his tail and bore down, almost immediately taking him down while moaning and trilling deeply. Phil grabbed the otter's slim hips and held onto them while Swift began to bounce on him, really seemingly in an out of control lust, practically jumping on it.
"Uhhhmaan..."
"Oh fuck me, Phil, fill me up, oh fuck me, you're so big and hard and uhhhh..." the otter's tongue lolled out of his muzzle as he kept speaking dirty to his new favorite human, whom huffed and desperately drove his hips forward into the squishy, warm tunnel belonging to his new plushie.
"Ohhhumhmhm..."
Phil felt his balls draw close to his body, moments before he tensed and began to spew his load into the otter, Swift moaning all the time and then, giggling...
"Ohhh I can feel it shooting in there...yaaay..."
Phil felt like he was about to pass out again, the orgasm was so intense, and he really felt spent once it was all out of him and inside the happily murmuring otter, whom clambered on to of him once Phil began to slip out of him, and then scooted close to him, coming over to kiss Phil on the lips.
"Now wasn't that nice after breakfast, huh?" Swift smirked.
"I barely ate..." Phil mumbled.
"I'll make more, if you promise to make me more cum," the otter giggled.
Phil groaned.