POV vore - you and a sea otter 2
Story by Strega on SoFurry
Some people give their girlfriends candy. You give yours people.
You sit by the pier and watch people go by. Tourists, locals, fishermen. You've lived here on the beach a long time, you've seen them all.
A couple of early-20s beach volleyball players go by, elbowing each other and laughing. You saw one of them kicking a dog earlier. To be fair, the dog snarled at him, but it also wasn't much bigger than his foot. You already don't like him. That's fine. You have a use for people you don't like.
From behind your sunglasses and without turning your head you memorize his face. He's young, cocky. His friend calls him Matt. It should be easy to bait "Matt" into overconfidence. Not now, though. Not until he's alone.
Ah, here we go. A familiar face, that college student who is by here every day after classes. Walking slowly down the beach ogling the local wildlife. He eyes a pair of distant dolphins longingly, pauses for a long moment to stare at the sea lions stretched out on the breakwater rocks.
An orca breaches half a mile out in the waves and he freezes. You can feel the lust from here. He wants to be with that orca, or a dolphin, or a sea lion. Yesterday he crept up on a sea lion and got snapped at when it woke and found his hand sliding down its belly. Right out in the open, too. You thought about helping him, but he just glared at you and stalked off.
The cops around here are willing to look the other way if you're discreet. This beach has a reputation for it its friendly wildlife. That's partly your fault. You've been making friends with the animals for many years and they are smarter than you'd think. You fuck one sea lion, she likes it and tells two friends who tell two friends. Now it's not uncommon to look out in the waters and see a dolphin's back with a set of legs wrapped around it from below.
Look in the shadows of the pier and you might find someone making friends with a seal or sea lion, too. Way out in the waves even the orcas aren't averse to a bit of fun with a human. Your fault as much as anyone's, too. You dislocated a shoulder fisting your first orca.
The college student is still staring. He ignores the girls in bikinis nearby. What he wants has fur or fins. You can help him out there. You just want to get something in return.
Even on this beach some of the animals are dangerous. And you're fond of the dangerous ones. Your favorite lover in particular takes some work to approach safely. That's where Mr. Student comes in.
You curse inwardly as he looks up at the clock on the side of the pier and suddenly turns back. Must need to study, or something. Later, you tell yourself. Maybe tomorrow.
Your mood brightens when the volleyball thug reappears, alone this time. "Matt" is in the shadows of the pier and you ostentatiously glance in both directions, seemingly miss him there by the pilings, and make your way into an inconspicuous cleft in the mussel-covered rocks.
You're sure he won't be able to resist following you and you're right. You hear the soft football on the sand behind you. The maze of pier pilings and rocks is covered with sharp-edged mussel shells and starfish and is a prickly hedgehog if you don't know where to step. You do and you lead him into a pocket of sand at the very base of the pier.
It's an open area the size of a big living room with a tide pool and rocks blocking the view in every direction. No one can see you approach the huge sea otter and stroke the fur of her belly. No one except the volleyball thug twenty feet behind you.
Dolly wakes and flicks an ear as she takes in the situation. Her whiskers twitch as she sniffs. She knows you and she knows there's someone behind you. Her ink-dark eyes open a slit and she looks past you. This isn't the first time she's seen this sort of thing and she spreads her hind legs to expose her sex.
Dolly is dangerous. You met her thanks to another beach bum who also wanted to be her lover. That man wasn't careful enough and exists now only as whatever molecules of him became part of her body when she digested him. You learned from that and stay out of reach of her webby forepaws even as you rub the fur around her pussy.
You can feel Matt staring at your back, which is crisscrossed with scratches. When you step back and pull your shorts off he sees the scratches on your butt, too. Dolly gets excited and her claws are sharp. It doesn't take a genius to look at the naked, scratched-up man and the huge sea otter and put and two together.
You hear the volleyball thug suck in a breath and pretend to jump. Busted! You grab your shorts and dart into a gap in the rocks. You make a show of your footfalls diminishing into the distance before you creep silently back to look.
Jackpot. Matt is standing near Dolly and looking around. No one on the beach has any chance of seeing into this sandy nook and his gaze returns to the big sea otter. Dolly sprawls out and spreads her legs invitingly. The thug is young and healthy and horny and he knows the beach's reputation as well as you do. With a last glance around he pulls down his shorts and straddles her. Missionary position works on a otter too, it turns out.
He grins as he goes balls deep in Dolly and her webbed forepaws wrap around him. He plants his feet in the sand and goes to it, no doubt thinking about the story he'll tell his friends. "I fucked an otter! Look at the claw marks."
It is a story he'll not get to tell. Dolly curls down over herself until she's whiskers to nose with him. He's well into his rhythm and doesn't notice her glance past his shoulder at you. Dolly knows what's going on. Even a sea otter can work out which side of her bread is buttered. Having you around is useful. It's one reason you aren't otter fat.
You're useful because this is not the first person you've led to her. He's not even the tenth. Matt's eyes are closed as he thrusts a last few times. There's no stopping his building orgasm now and it occupies all his attention. He doesn't see her yawn, doesn't see the purple chute of gullet open up past the sharp white fangs. Dolly slides her jaws neatly over his face and a long bulge forms in her furry neck as she swallows him to the hips in one long slide.
You see the thug's fingers dig into Dolly's belly fur as half of him goes down her throat. At that exact moment his thighs shudder and he can't think about anything but the pleasure pulsing through his cock. Dolly methodically works her jaws over his ass and by the time he's done there's nothing left outside but his legs.
The volleyball thug kicks as she lifts her head, and just for a moment his spent cock is visible before a push of her tongue send it down her gullet. She tilts her nose up and swallows, and you watch with morbid fascination as the man-shaped bulge moves down into her body. Like a lot of the creatures hereabouts Dolly has wide jaws and an abnormally large stomach that occupies most of her long, furry body. You've seen the shapes of stretched-out humans bulging out of seals, sea lions, dolphins.
And otters. Dolly tosses her head, and there's nothing but a set of feet left. Another toss, and her fangs close over his toes. With the ease of much practice the otter closes her maw around the thug's feet and swallows. You can hear the gulp from ten feet away and watch her long tube of a body distend around her meal.
Her whole body cavity is packed full of struggling man and Dolly grunts as he unwilling meal puts up a fight. It's much too late for struggle to save him, of course. It was too late when her jaws slipped over his shoulders. Dolly weighs three times as much as you do and under that fur she is solid muscle. Once her swallowing muscles got a grip it it was all over but the belching.
That doesn't mean she enjoys the internal struggle, though. Dolly grunts again and shoots you a hopeful look. You're already stepping forward. Her fur is soft beneath your hands but under that you feel how tightly she's stretched around her lunch. The volleyball player kicks and squirms, desperate to escape the caustic hell he's found himself in. Between Dolly's forepaws and your hands you manage to pin his arms to his side and all he can do it kick. He's wrapped in a skin-tight coffin of otter, maybe the first and definitely the last fur coat he'll ever wear.
As his struggle weakens Dolly wraps one webby forepaw across your back and pulls you close. By the time you stepped forward to help you were already naked and hard. You slip into her as the pressure of your hands forces the first of what will be several long belches up out of the otter. Your balls are only a foot from the volleyball thug's face as you begin to thrust. Matt warmed her up for you nicely. You can feel him squirming and you almost feel guilty. Almost.
You can't compete with a sea otter her size as a lover and you know it. You've seen how well they are hung, and more than seen it. She still purrs contently as you go to work. She's full and happy and a little sex on top of that doesn't hurt.
Matt finds a second wind somewhere, probably motivated by acid burns and the sure knowledge that he's on a trip through the guts of an otter. Dolly grunts and you use both hands to help pin the man's arms to his sides again. Dolly is pushing back again each of your thrusts now, almost as excited as you are. Her sharp claws scrape your back and she churrs.
This is why you feed people to Dolly. Not because you hate them, but because this huge otter is the best lover you've ever had. Sure, you try to find bad ones to send down her throat, but eventually you just have to grab someone. Most people give their girlfriends gifts, money, love. You give yours people.
Dolly lets out a long burp as you buck atop her, sending your semen after Matt's. She's close and both her webby paws hug you tight, not letting you pull out. Matt shudders too, for a different reason, and then is still. A moment later Dolly spasms and her claws dig into your back. Not the first scars she's given you. Hopefully not the last.
You lie atop the long bulge of her meal and look into her eyes. A long wash of tongue rolls out and tastes your nose. If she wanted to, she could take you as well. She can manage two humans in one meal. You've helped her do just that. She knows you will fit neatly into her stomach. And if she gets too hungry, you will. That's why you keep her fed, and where Matt came in. He helped you stay on Dolly's good side, and out of her insides.
By the time you've recovered and climb back atop her a warm gurgle has begun to build up inside the man-shaped bulge. As you fuck her over the next few hours the volleyball player will gradually soften into a shapeless mass. Flesh will go first, then the bones. This, too, shall pass. Sea otters burn a lot of calories and in less than a day the only evidence Matt existed will be his shorts, sandals and a bunch of otter poop. The rest will be consumed by her her furnace of a body.
The nondescript white shorts and straw sandals will add to your substantial collection of beach wear. Sometimes you get wallets or cell phones out of the deal, too. You throw those in the sea, keeping only cash. If anyone ever finds out what you do to "get with" the more dangerous sea creatures here....
You know what you'll do if that happens. You have a lot of friends among the beach people, people you help meet the less predatory local creatures. Someone will tell you, someone will warn you that they're coming for you.
Then you will go to one of your aquatic friends and stick your head into a willing maw. Shortly thereafter a seal, dolphin, sea lion or otter will belch, swim off, or settle down to digest their meal. All the cops will get to arrest is a bulge, and a short-lived one at that.
Hopefully it won't come to that, not for a good long while. After all, who would get Dolly her favorite meals if you aren't around?