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I Left Her Down By The River

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

28th April 2023

All Rights Reserved.

Kevin had been a bad boy – his alcoholic abusive mother had moved to this town when he was seven, the young child growing up listless and almost constantly in trouble. From sixteen, he'd been in and out of Juvenile Detention countless times – almost like a revolving door. When he turned 18, the judge glared from on high and brought the gavel down.

“Five years detention – to be served immediately!”

Hanging his head, Kevin glanced sideways at the Prosecutor who looked unhappy with the sentencing, but victorious nonetheless. As he was led away in handcuffs and shackles, Kevin looked at the tearful eyes of his beloved – a four-foot-two-inch Otter girl, who wept unashamedly, her webbed paws held out pleadingly.

“Wait for me my beloved, I love you...” Kevin whispered; as he was led away.

Layla burst into tears, as her mother wrapped her arm around her sobbing daughter and led her from the courtroom, the young otter hysterical and overcome with grief.

*

For years, Layla waited – visiting him when she could, yet because of their mixed relationship – they were forbidden from conjugal visitation rights. Layla slapped her webbed paw against the thick, bulletproof glass, the phone clutched tight in a quivering paw against her small, rounded right ear.

“I miss you so much,” Layla whispered, her eyes growing misty. “I kept my promise, I've never strayed – my heart only belongs to you, my love!”

He smiled weakly through the glass, placing his much larger human hand up as if he could touch her webbed one.

“Only one more week my sweet, then we'll be reunited – you know I'm innocent – I didn't do what they said I have done...”

Her whiskered muzzle twitched and she sniffled, fighting bravely to hold back her tears.

“One week - “ He repeated, then sighed and hung his head as the guard stepped up behind him.

Layla wept bitter, salty tears, the phone falling from her webbed paw as her beloved was led back away...

*

A week later, when he stepped off the bus and set down his suitcase, there was a loud, piercing squeal of mustelid excitement. Bounding towards him, her infectious smile spreading across her muzzle, Kevin crouched down and held his arms out wide.

Layla leaped up into his arms, wrapping all four appendages around his back, hugging him tightly, her small body quivering with repressed emotion. Her whiskers twitched as she drowned him in licks and smooches of love and adoration. Many of the townsfolk looked disgusted at the two – but neither of them cared – back together, and no one, and nothing, would separate them again – his last stint in jail had changed Kevin's whole outlook on life – for the better.

*

That night, in the dingy apartment they called home – Layla bustled about the kitchen – scampering up and down a footstool as she prepared his favorite meal. Kevin stepped up behind her, then slid his hands around her hips and nibbled her nape tenderly.

“Eeek!” Layla squeaked in that adorable, high-pitched way she had, the salt shaker tumbling from her paws and clattering on the kitchen bench.

“How about – we order in – and I give my dear, sweet beloved – what I know she's missed? Or better yet – we'll forgo dinner, I know I couldn't eat a whole otter...”

Splaying her paws out on the bench, Layla quivered from small, round ears all the way to her toes as her whiskers quivered when his hands gently stroked her cheeks.

“I...” Layla squeaked almost breathlessly.

His hands slid down over, then under her shoulders, before he lifted her up, turning her around and lovingly cupping her pale furred breasts – his thumbs rubbing the alveolar with a lover's gentle caress – watching as the nipples hardened and poked out like shy mole rats.

“I assume that's a yes?” Kevin smiled, then lifted her chin up with one hand and pressed his lips against her furred ones.

Her beautiful green eyes widened as his tongue probed into her muzzle – swirling over her tongue and flicking against those incredibly sharp teeth with care and attention.

“Mmph - “ Layla burbled, as she grabbed him by the back of the head and pulled it forward, returning his passionate kiss before licking and nibbling at his Adam's apple.

“Woah, easy love - “ Kevin snickered, as he slid his hands down her back and teasingly dug his fingers in either side of the thick tail base.

Far from discouraging her, if anything, it turned her right on and she nipped the junction of throat and shoulder, making him groan and tilt his head back.

“Where's my present for being a good, loyal girlfriend?” Layla snickered, swirling her tongue up one side of his throat and down the other, one paw sneaking down inside his boxer shorts and gripping the firming length. “Mmmm – there it is...”

“Urgh...damn you Layla - “ Kevin grunted, then laughed helplessly. “Your webbed paws – that's...oh...so not...fair...”

Her broad smile spreading even further, Layla grinned and swished her rudder-like tail from side to side.

“I've got a lot of pent-up energy...”

With a chuckle, he lifted her up and placed her arms over his shoulders, then turned off the stove and carried her to the bedroom, kissing and nibbling her furred throat.

“I bet you do – how about we work some of the kinks out...”

Layla squealed and giggled, then nibbled right back, her sharp teeth teasingly pricking the skin and releasing it. “Maybe work a few in too...”

*

Layla squirmed helplessly, the silk scarves that bound her paw and foot tied to the four corners of the bed – leaving her helpless and squirming. Kevin grinned down at her, waggling a long goose feather slowly from side to side.

“No...you wouldn't...” Layla squeaked.

“Here?” Kevin grinned, then trailed it ever so lightly up one leathery foot pad. “Or here... or...”

Each touch made the young otter squeal and trash wildly, but she couldn't slip her bonds no matter how she tried. He alternated the tickles with loving and gentle kisses and nibbles all over her body.

“I get free, I swear - “ Come the lustful gasps from the squirming otter.

“Who said I was letting you go?” Kevin grinned. “You think you got some pent-up sexual frustrations? Oh, my dear, sweet young otter...”

“You...” Layla giggled, then her eyes went wide and her webbed paws – including her toes – curled as he felt him kissing his way down from between her breasts towards her slick, willing folds. One finger teasingly rubbed and caressed around the outside – before he twirled it inwards then Layla gasped and he then used two fingers to spread it apart before letting it go again.

“Don't...tease...” Layla wheezed, her arousal burning like a bonfire within her.

“Why not? You've waited this long my love - “ Kevin smiled and lipped his way down her belly.

His teeth ever so carefully bit down on the pale furred folds, plucking at it with a gentle nip – before he inhaled deeply, smelling that scent from her willing, receptive body.

“Mmm, I think I might start with this tasty little morsel...”

Layla shrieked, she couldn't help it, as Kevin's tongue licked from the bottom of her labia to the top, him quivering at her delicious taste. Using two fingers, he pried apart her folds, and with his thumb, he pressed down on her engorged clitoris and teasingly rubbed and pressed it – his tongue working its way into her depths.

“Uh...” Layla gurgled, thrashing helplessly against the tight restraints that bound her.

Kevin snickered, before lashing her clitoris and vaginal walls with his tongue with skill and experience – hitting every trigger point he could remember...and then some...

Her spine crackling like burning timber, Layla gasped, moaned, and squirmed helplessly as her beloved brought her to the very edge of her climax then held her there mercilessly – again and again. A last, her back arched clean off the bed and Layla shrieked hard enough to hurt Kevin's ears as her orgasm mercilessly ravaged her.

Kevin grinned like a child at mischief, savoring the sweet fluids and muscular contractions of Layla's orgasm. He drank her in, mentally, physically, and emotionally – until she slumped back onto the bed and panted heavily – her beautiful sleek pelt spreading into dark patches of her sweat.

“Mmm, such a treat!” Kevin sighed in pleasure, as he licked and kissed his way back up her belly – then tweaked each swollen nipple with thumb and forefinger.

“No mo...” Layla gurgled.

“No? Really? I haven't even begun to pleasure you yet my beloved – now – let's get these off you...”

Gently, he freed the panting otter girl, then she squealed in lustful longing, her arms around his neck and legs enfolding him and yanking him downwards.

“Urk!” Kevin gasped, then laughed nervously, feeling his erect length rubbing against her thick tail. “Uh, honey? Let me...”

Lifting his hips up, he guided himself against her trembling, willing folds – before Layla gurgled and snapped her legs down – driving him deep inside her in one swift stroke.

“Urgh...” Kevin's breath exploded from his lungs in a violent exhalation as he felt his penis ensnared in an incredibly hot tunnel that squeezed and sucked hungrily. “Honey...easy...”

“No...” Come her lustful growls, as she pulled his head down – his whole body covering her much smaller one.

“Yes...” Kevin shuddered and dug his hands under her back, then rolled them both over, so now she was laying on top of him.

“Oh, I like being dominant – I can do this...”

Layla slapped her paws against his chest, then in that remarkable way her kind had, she just pushed herself upright, into what he swore was an unnatural pose – yet her hind legs stayed horizontal and her heavy tail between them on the mattress.

This erotic posture made his penis rub against her vaginal walls in sensual ways – and as she started rocking back and forth – Kevin's conscious mind evaporated and he gripped her hips tight.

“Oh, you feel so good inside of me - “ Layla wheezed, pulling herself up so she was barely mounted on his length – then with a slurp – took him back inside her again and again.

“Stop...stop...Layla...sto...” Kevin moaned, feeling the tightening in his scrotum. “I can't...”

Tilting her head down, she smiled broadly then gave a single twitch of her hips, her vaginal muscles clamping down like a hot, slick glove. Kevin ground his teeth and savagely thrust upwards, pulling her down hard – as he came inside her in a dozen powerful spurts.

“Ooh...” Layla squealed; her paws on his pectoral muscles and kneading in alternate strokes. “There's my love...”

Emptying his aching testicles inside of her, willingly and without doubt or remorse, Kevin filled the trembling and panting otter girl to her limits before he moaned and shuddered.

“Wow...” Layla grunted, rocking ever so gently from side to side. “Got more of that? That was...something...”

Kevin laughed nervously, panting and sweating, as he reached up and cupped both her small breasts, gently massaging and stroking them. “Not... right now – give me a while...”

“Awww,” Layla snickered, then laid herself down and licked his sweaty neck. “Mmm, I missed you my beloved, truly – toys are fun and all...”

Caressing her nape, he gently gripped it and lifted her up so he could stare into her eyes.

“What...toys?”

Layla adopted a sweet and innocent look, cocking her head to the side as she smiled her most adorable, sweetest appearance she could think of.

“You think I've gone all these years...without something to fulfill me? I am an otter and our libido...”

He snorted, then kissed her nose adoringly, then pressed his lips against hers and silenced any further words, her eyes fluttering closed behind her pale lids as she gave as good as she could with the tongue battle between them.

*

Next morning, Layla showered and dried herself – as naked as the day she'd been whelped, once more scampering up and down the footstool as she cleaned up the abortive dinner attempt last night. Her eyes widened, as she grinned and leaped down off the stool, pushing it over to another cupboard, before she began pulling cans and packets out, stacking them on the bench.

It was four hours later, before Kevin staggered out, looking like death itself. His face was bristling with unshaven facial hair and his hair was in total disarray. With a mumble, he shuddered and stumbled over, then wrapped his arms around Layla's hips.

“No good morning? Or should that be a good morning?” Layla teasingly mocked him.

He smirked and something firm, slipped beside her rudder-like tail before Layla gasped and slapped her webbed paws on the bench, then shivered.

“Could be a very good morning...” Kevin murmured, playfully thrusting between her right thigh and thick tail.

Layla blushed, then twisted her head around, raising an eyebrow at him.

“You need a shower...”

Kevin smiled and rolled his shoulders, loosening the tight muscles. “No, I need a lusty otter maiden in the shower...”

“I'm not a maiden - “ Layla giggled.

“I know – you and I shared that down by the river, one full moon – I'll never forget it...”

Layla giggled in that adorable squeak she had, then twisted around and placed her paws around her lovers neck.

“You, me, shower?”

He smiled, then kissed her nose adoringly, picking her up and holding her tight against himself.

“Who am I to refuse an offer like that?”

*

In the shower, Kevin scrubbed himself from head to foot, mindful not to accidentally step on Layla's foot paws, then he shuddered as her webbed paws encircled his length and began a sensual stroking.

“Urgh, those paws...” Kevin huffed.

“These?” Layla snickered, using the webbing between her left paws thumb and index finger to drag up over the slightly flared ridge of Kevin's penile head, then back again.

“Fuck...” Kevin gurgled, his knees quivering. “Stop...”

“Why?”

With a mischievous smirk, Layla dropped to her knees, wrapping both paws around his member and giving a sensual lick with her tongue from tip to base. Looking up at him, her smile broadened and she took about half his penis into her muzzle and started sucking with strong, powerful throat contractions.

“Quit...oh...oh my...” Kevin moaned. “Tongue...”

Her smile spreading even further, Layla closed her eyes and slurped all the way down to the shaved skin at the base. Her tongue curled, swirled, and even wrapped one and a half times around it as she continued to work his length with throat and tongue. Kevin grit his teeth, trying desperately not to lunge and lose himself there and then – as Layla's gifted talents quickly and expertly brought him to the edge. With a grunt, he shuddered, and a spurt of pre-ejaculate shot into the back of her muzzle. Her eyes opened and she winked up at him – before she nipped ever so gently.

Kevin placed his hands on her head, his fingers splaying out as he gently pushed Layla's head back and forth.

“Mmmph!” Layla gurgled, her smirk spreading across her entire muzzle so far, he thought her head would just tumble off.

“Godless...Otters...” Kevin gasped, his body beginning to quiver helplessly.

Layla pulled her muzzle right back, then opened her mouth wide and Kevin's semen exploded from his penis and into her mouth and throat. It coated her tongue and cheeks, as she snickered and squinted her eyes in a mischievous grin as she swallowed the salty gift.

Kevin's knees gave out and he crumpled back onto the broad bench, his penis still dribbling, and his buttocks slapped down with a wet squelch. He moaned and leaned forwards, panting and blowing like a thoroughbred stallion after a race, as Layla swirled her tongue around her lips and then inside it.

“Guess that's breakfast then...” Layla giggled. “Oh, don't look like that - “

“Like...what?” Kevin shuddered, shaking his wet head from side to side. “What did I ever do to deserve you...”

Layla straddled his hips, tucking her thick tail between her legs as she leaned back, her wet back pressed against his belly and chest. He encircled her hips and cuddled her lovingly.

“I said yes...” Layla murmured, tilting her head back to rest on his shoulder.

With a sharp slap from a webbed paw, she grinned as he shivered, then bounced off his lap and turned around.

“Come on, we got to go shopping - “

Kevin leaned back against the wall and sighed softly. “This is my life now – worked like a sex toy all night by a hot, lustful otter-girl, now I'm a pack mule?”

Layla grinned and kissed his chin. “You're learning! Now, up – let's go!”

*

With the energy native to her kind, Layla rushed from shop to shop, nearly melting her credit cards. Multiple trips back to their car were made; until the boot and the back seat couldn't hold so much as a grain of rice.

“Keep this up you'll burn through your inheritance... you deserve so much better my love - “ Kevin murmured. “We, I mean, you – why do we live in that roach motel of an apartment?”

Layla bounced up onto the edge of the car, cupping her furred chin between her webbed paws and she frowned.

“Well, I do have my eyes on a lovely 40-acre property, about ten miles out of town and...”

Kevin stared hard at her. “No... the price of it...”

Layla sighed, then smiled adoringly. “I could get a job, I'm sure someone around town, would give you a start – and...”

“My beloved?” Kevin began, then felt Layla's webbed paw on his lips.

“I don't give a tail slap what others think of you – or me! I love who I love, and to hell with this town! With my inheritance, we could move across the country – get a lovely place somewhere, with a beautiful clear river and...”

A squawk of sirens made Layla flinch; before she hopped down off the boot and stood behind Kevin. He sighed and walked around the back of the car, then leaned back and lifted his gaze skyward.

With a grunt, the Sheriff stepped out of the patrol car, then slammed the door with a thunderous boom. With a squeal the patrol car visibly lifted on its suspension, almost a good foot upwards. His cloven hooves clopped, and the walking mountain of bovine muscle stomped towards Kevin. His barrel chest and massive muscles shoulders threatened to burst the straining threads of the police uniform he wore.

Kevin couldn't help it, he felt like a child before the mountain of muscle and fur that stopped a hands breadth from Kevin's much smaller body. Outmatched, Kevin at six feet one was towered over by the Sheriff, a good two feet taller and at least a hundred and fifty pounds heavier. With a sneer, the bull dismissed the human as beneath his contempt, before his piercing, intelligent eyes looked downwards at the otter girl, then with a smile, he doffed his patrol cap politely.

“What do you want Sheriff? What's the fucking problem now...” Kevin sighed quietly.

“You're my problem!” Grunted the Sheriff. “Public displays of affection like you two... you disgust me, a human and a sweet, innocent otter girl like the lovely Layla here? She deserves better than the likes of some jumped-up wanna-be criminal...”

Kevin felt his face suffuse with blood, his fingers slowly curling into fists as the arrogant, self-centered, and racial stereotyping bull sneered.

“My love...please...” Layla murmured, placing a paw on his forearm.

“Love? Forgive me miss – but love such as...” Turning his head, the bull spat a phlegm onto the roadway. “Does he force you? Does he hold something over you? You can tell me – I'll make sure he never gets out – again...”

Kevin shuddered, feeling Layla's twitch – barely perceptible, but felt through her fingers and webbing, and he just smiled and adopted an innocent expression.

“If that's all, Sir? I'd like to take my beloved home, we've had a big day and she must be tired...”

“Miss? Is this true?” Growled the bull, staring at Layla.

“I'm a little weary - “ Layla admitted, then clutched Kevin's upper arm. “He is such a monster in the bedroom, the shower...the kitchen...”

Kevin trembled, intimidated by the bull that stood before him, feeling its presence and dominant nature, almost like a perceptible shield around him.

“Layla - “ Kevin squeaked, his throat to his hairline turning a brilliant crimson.

With a sneer of disgust, the bull snorted through his nostrils. “One move boy... just one, and I'll sling your fur-less ass into a jail cell and throw away the fucking keys...”

“I'm not breaking any laws, Sheriff - “ Kevin spoke quietly, but emphasizing with a sarcastic undertone, his dislike of the bully who stood before him. “If Layla loves me, and I her, it's no business of yours; or anyone else in this shit hole town...”

“Love, please - “ Layla squealed, her eyes going wide and beginning to tremble.

“Walk away son...” Come the venomous growl from the Sheriff. “Walk away... before I do something to you, I won't regret...”

Layla whimpered, then dragged Kevin away, the Sheriff snorting and sneering at him in disgust, before he walked the other way.

*

That afternoon, Layla dried her eyes with a tissue, then shuddered, drawing warmth, love, and strength from Kevin, who had held her as she cried herself out.

“Easy my love, easy, it's alright...” Kevin cradled her, feeling sick to his stomach.

“It's not right...” Layla sniffled. “I love who I love – and that love – is you...”

Kevin sighed and stroked her nape gently. He had no words to offer her, he could only hold her and try to give as much love back to her as she could possibly take.

“I need...to take a walk – just...alone... I got a lot of thinking I need to do and...”

Gently, he disengaged from Layla, tenderly kissing her on the forehead.

“I understand my beloved, you got your phone and...”

Layla shuddered, then nodded and used the back of her paws to wipe away the last of her tears.

“I won't be long, I promise...” Layla smiled weakly, then lightly kissed Kevin's cheek.

With a weak smile, Kevin nodded. “I'll be right here my sweet...”

*

Next morning, Kevin rolled over, his arm slapping on the cold, empty side of the bed where Layla usually lay.

“Mmph...” Kevin growled, more asleep than awake. “Layla...”

Suddenly, the door of his apartment exploded inwards with a deafening crash and Kevin snapped awake – naked as the day he was born, the Sheriff and his deputies charged into the bedroom, guns are drawn and suddenly – all pointing at Kevin.

“Get up, you're under arrest...”

“Wait...” Kevin squealed, then found himself roughly dragged from the bed and slammed to the floor, his arms pulled behind his back and ice-cold handcuffs clamped painfully tight around his wrists.

“What'd I do? I'm innocent, I swear...” Kevin shrieked in terror.

Snorting in disgust, the Sheriff ignored his pleas, barking orders to his deputies to get him out of there. Kevin was dragged out of his apartment, naked and humiliated, his protesting cries falling on deaf ears. His neighbors looked on in disgust and confusion as he was hauled away, still protesting his innocence even as he was shoved into the back of the cruiser and the door slammed shut behind him.

Thoughts tumbled through his terrified head, sad, hurtful, painful thoughts...

No one understood what I felt for Layla; until the night she went walking alone...and never came home...

TO BE CONTINUED...