Windfall: An Otter-Body Experience

by Tempe O'Kun

  A quick shake cleared some of the water from his fur. “Hand-milled, you know. You could almost say they’re out of this world.” He waggled his eyebrows as he stashed the remaining rolls in the fridge. As he passed the stairs, his ears popped up. “Judging by the classic rock coming from your mom’s room, she’s deep into some project.”

  “You don’t think she got talked into working on that ‘kid lawyers’ show?” She snagged her laptop from the kitchen table.

  “I don’t think even she could salvage that.” He eyed her computer, hoping she wouldn’t dive back into research instantly. Padding across the dining room, he followed her to his room. She smelled really good. She always did. “What are we going to do now?”

  With a leap and a chitter, she bounced onto his bed. “Keep researching Bread Lady, obviously. She could lead us to something people might actually believe.” She wiggled forward to her laptop.

  His paw settled atop hers on the trackpad. “Or we could watch a movie.”

  The otter looked up at him with automatic defiance.

  He met her eyes and cocked an ear. Without a trace of shame, he drooped his muzzle, dropped his ears, and opened his eyes extra wide.

  Her expression softened in a moment. A sigh of surrender left her a little slumped. “Okay, that might be a good idea. Bread Lady isn’t an obvious threat.”

  The husky wagged. It was nice that she listened to him once in a while. “What do you want to watch? Vow of Violence? Kevlar King Charles?”

  They settled on a low-budget action flick from south of the border. Rain pattered down the window panes. Wind whipped tree branches outside, the forest a dark rollick. Imperfect subtitles sprung up like dandelions along the bottom of the screen.

  He sighed with contentment. Watching bad movies together on the bed, just like the old days: the only difference now being how close he got to cuddle her.

  Max sniffed in disbelief. “I get that she’s really good with spatulas, but you’d think the Federales would make her carry a gun.”

  The otter rolled her eyes, then rolled a shrug down her body. “Then she wouldn’t be La Espátula.”

  He squinted at the screen. “We’ve also had no explanation for why these spatulas are so sharp.” Onscreen, the lead actress hurled one such implement through the bulletproof windshield of a getaway limo and into the chest of its driver.

  The movie exploded onward until the credits rolled.

  Kylie gave the scrolling names and theme music a sidelong look. “So the intrepid Mexican cafeteria worker single-handedly destroys the drug cartel…with spatulas.” She tilted her head at the screen. “Is this sexist? I honestly can’t tell.”

  Beside her, the husky nodded. “The jury’s still out, but justice…has been served.”

  She punched him in the shoulder. “Dork.”

  His arms closed around hers, a hug to impede any further strikes. He took a deep breath of her scent; it always calmed him, reminded him of old times.

  As the movie file ended, she reached for the keyboard. Closing the media player and switching to her web browser, she clicked over to a site Max recognized as one of Windfall’s local supernatural forums.

  With a woof of offense, he pushed the laptop to the headboard. “Oh no, you’re taking the night off.”

  “Hey!” She squirmed to reach it, but his arm around her middle kept her in place. “Lemme go, fluff brain!”

  He chuckled and made no move to release her. “No way.”

  “It’s my computer!” Her deft fingers poked at his ribs, unleashing a burst of tickles. “I can investigate on it if I want!”

  With a yowl of laugher, he snatched up her paws in one of his. It just made sense to get on top of her, since she was being such a scallywag. It was important to restrain her paws if he wanted to win: after years of rooming together, she knew all his ticklish spots.

  For a short little otter, Kylie was actually pretty strong. Her whole body rippled in a wave atop the bed, the combined force of her legs, tail, and back flinging him back. The mattress springs creaked under the strain, not for the first time, of their bodies moving against each other.

  Heartbeat picking up, he pinned her back to the bed and unleashed a playful growl in her ear.

  With a giggle, she nibbled at his neck fur. “Nah-om-om-om!” Her hips bucked up into his, bucking him just far enough back to break her hands free. She gripped around his back, wrestling him into a roll, trying to get the upper paw.

  Unfortunately, they ran out of bed.

  For an instant, they teetered in limbo at the edge of the mattress, then slid into an inextricable flop to the floor. Max winced as he took the brunt of the impact on his elbows, cradling Kylie to his chest to keep her from hitting the carpeted floor. His eyes opened a half second later. “You okay?”

  “Yeah. No harm done.” She sounded winded and wry as she squirmed in his grip. “You can let me up now, Maxie.”

  He pondered her, still panting from the exertion on the bed. She was warm against him, her scent stirred up by their roughhousing. Her butt pressed against his belly, her long tail between his legs. The position made his sheath twitch, and for the first time in days, he didn’t feel the need to stifle the urge. He slipped his paw from its protective position against her sternum, slipping it up instead to encircle her smaller paw, pinning it in place as he gave a playful growl in her ear. “What if I don’t want to?”

  The shiver that passed through her was intensely gratifying. Curling her fingers against his, she twisted to look up at him with those big, pretty hazel eyes. “Okay, then. What do you want to do?”

  Still keeping her gently pinned, he nuzzled her throat, drawing a long lick along her jawline. “I want you, rudderbutt. Just like this.” As he slipped his paw under the hem of her shirt, he rocked his hips forward, pressing the growing heat of his crotch against her upturned ass.

  She gave a strained little moan, arching to press against his caress as he traced her ribs. “Oh, wow. That’s so much better than my idea.” Her rump waggled against his crotch.

  He ground his hips forward. The steady return of his erection did not pass under her radar as it pressed under her tail.

  “Ooh, bad doggy.” A more insistent grind followed. “You’ll do anything to distract me.”

  “Mmmhmm.” His deep growl breezed through her silky auburn hair. His paws migrated between her thighs, teasing along the underside of her rudder, pressing its ample curve against his crotch.

  Those bright white top teeth pressed her bottom lip for an instant of anticipation. “Or do you just like humping my tail?”

  He gave it an extra grope. “You do have a cute tail…”

  With a scoundrel’s snicker, she writhed free, her spine arching like liquid sex. Her glance simmered up at him. “I think I like this plan, Maxie. We’ve never done it doggy style…”

  He got up to his knees for a better look. His erection prodded a tent in his pants. Idly, his paw traced atop it as he watched her.

  She rolled to all fours. Legs spread, the otter arched her back to present herself to him. With a mischievous snicker, she waggled her jeans-clad backside his way and snaked her tail under his t-shirt. “Better get these clothes out of the way.”

  Led by the nose, he tripped over her scent while getting to his feet. He shimmied out of pants and boxers, then danced out of his socks. With a final moment’s thought before her scent overtook him, he double-checked his bedroom door was closed and locked. Trotting back to her, the red tip of his erection gleamed against the snowy white of his belly. He took her by the paw and helped her back to her feet.

  As soon as his crotch was within reach, webbed paws teased and toyed with his emerging cock. Her touch flowed over his length, tugging his sheath back and smoothing the fur of his balls. She stretched up and nuzzled teasingly close with a kiss-me look. He obliged her.

  Embracing her, Max fell through a haze of arousal into her kisses. He drove his tongue into her mouth, mind spinning as he struggled
to divide his attention between kissing the otter and removing her clothes. Fumbling to undo the tail clasp of her pants, he slid them and her underwear down enough to let them fall to the floor, then returned to squeeze her ass and draw a squeak of pleasure from her. They were forced to separate as she hauled his shirt up over his head, and he took advantage of the interruption to peel her out of her vest and shirt, pulling her back to him and resuming the kiss and hooking his arms around her to tackle the clasp of her bra. He was getting pretty good at it; only a few seconds of fumbling and the light, practical garment fell away, exposing her small, pert breasts to his eager paws.

  Kylie moaned as his paw pads played over her nipples. Then, with a mewl of regret, she pulled back and out of his arms, dancing away to lean against the footboard of his bed, and Max had to pause to admire the sight of her. She was panting slightly, her chest heaving, those perfect little breasts swaying. He followed the smooth lines of her body over her rounded hips, past her flare of auburn pubic fur to her plump, ready sex.

  He swallowed, his fervor buried for the moment as he felt the need to speak, to tell her how amazing she was. There needed to be a new word for Kylie, something that encompassed “fun” and “gorgeous” and “adorable.” Especially “adorable,” as she bit her lower lip and gave him the same hungry look right back.

  But, as he opened his mouth to fumble for something halfway romantic, she beat him to it. Gripping the footboard as though to steady herself, she blurted: “You’re really, really good looking, Maxie. Like, crazy sexy. I love watching you get turned on.” Then she was turning away, vaulting up onto the bed, tail swaying for balance and seduction. She crawled until she was near the pillows, turning back to look over her shoulder at him with fluid grace. “This is the way you wanted me, right?”

  Max could freely admit the sight of his best friend and lover with her rump in the air, tail raised in eager invitation, was one of the best things he’d ever seen. He joined her on the bed, drinking in the curves of her body, the scent of her arousal filling the air. Seeing how eager she’d become, he couldn’t resist tormenting her just a bit, caressing the backs of her thigh up toward her rump, stopping just short of her slick, gleaming sex.

  “I can’t believe we’ve never done it this way before.” Kylie murmured into smooth fabric, rubbing her face against the blankets, chasing his scent. She gave her upturned rump a wiggle with a chitter of giddy anticipation.

  He was still enjoying teasing her, running his hands along her sides, brushing his fingertips along the curve of her ribs. He leaned in to plant a kiss to the small of her back. “Why’s that?”

  She caressed her tail against his naked chest, eyes drifting shut in pleasure at the petting. More of his weight settled on her hips as he slipped forward, and she turned her head a bit so he could nuzzle against her jawline. His cock brushed the fur of her inner thighs on its unhurried path to its destination, a wonderful inevitability, and she shivered in obvious anticipation. “Well, you know…”

  A pause, as he struggled to finish her thought through the haze of his lust. Then he heaved a sound somewhere between a sigh and a groan into the fall of her hair. “Because I’m a dog?”

  She had to twist to grin at him, and despite her best efforts she didn’t look very apologetic.

  With a deadpan glare, he sighed. “I don’t know why we’re the ones who got saddled with the name. It’s not like every other species does missionary.”

  “Maybe you have some crazy inborn talent for it.” She bit her lower lip, bouncing her hips up against him emphatically. “We should find out.”

  That got a smile from him. He leaned up to lick her ear, rocking her forward slightly to get her rear end higher. One paw took hold of her tail base, thumb caressing the sensitive underside. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

  She gave the tiniest of happy squeaks as the slick tip of him brushed her entrance. “It does come in handy.”

  A playful growl rumbled down his throat. He pressed his hips forward, sinking into her a millimeter at a time. Her folds parted with slick welcoming heat.

  The otter spread her legs further. A chirr from her round little muzzle begged wordlessly for more. Those cute webbed paws clutched his pillow to muffle her louder noises, even as her tail waved across his chest like a winding river.

  His sheath slid back as he sank further into her. Once he’d hilted, he paused a moment to soak up the sensations. Hot breath filtered through her hair, each pant an affirmation of how much he loved her. The urge to thrust overwhelmed him, though, and soon he was riding her with an increasing rhythm and enthusiasm.

  His lover, his co-star and best friend for years, squawked into the pillow —a sort of high-pitched keen of pleasure— as he penetrated her again. Her toes curled against his thighs, tugging at the fur there. Back and forth her hips waggled, working his shaft against every surface of her passage.

  He thrusted harder, damp fuzzy balls slapping against her mons. The room filled with the sounds of the lovemaking, the slick slurp of him pulling back audible over the rain. His paws gripped her hips, shoving them back against his. He grunted with effort as he claimed the sexy little otter under him.

  Her every squeak urged him on. The bed rocked under them, her laptop tapping against the headboard.

  He rocked atop her, driving his canine length into her lovely depths. Those paws, massive compared to her own, stirred her pelt with care, even while gripping her for carnal leverage. His hips slapped against hers with urgent force, flattening her breasts on the mattress. Wet slicks echoed through the room, counterpointed by the deep grunts of pleasure.

  A squeak of joy escaped her throat: high-pitched and super cute. Her ears flicked back in a blush. She shoved her face into his pillow.

  Max growled into her round little ears; the raw vibration rocked her to the core. Pressing himself flush as he could against her, he relished the soft flesh of her labia against his sheath. “How’re you holding up, squeaker?”

  “M’good.” She groaned, spreading her legs a little wider to give him easier access. “You feel really deep like this, Maxie. And don’t call me that.”

  Her obvious enjoyment only upped his determination. One paw gripped her hips, while the other slipped under her midriff to massage her clit. As he work it in steady circles, her body bucked hard against his.

  For a moment, all she could do was squeak back at him, face still buried in the pillow. Then she cleared her throat and attempted a sultry purr. It came out more like a balloon squeak.

  The husky froze, then woofed a massive laugh.

  “Shut up!” She squirmed to escape his gaze, but not his dick. “I can’t help that I only make stupid peeps. We can’t all sound like sexy diesel engines.”

  “I like it when you peep.” Leaning up to nuzzle her hair, he shifted inside her. “Tells me I’m doing a good job. You’re the best squeaky toy ever.”

  “That’s not helping!” She hid her face in a pillow again to bury a giggle.

  “Kylie…” His paw pads caressed her silken cheek. “I think you can feel just how much I like our soundtrack.” He let a rumble of his lust creep into his voice as his hips rocked forward to press a growing knot into her.

  The otter shuddered as he spread her legs wide. A slight vibration to her hips told him one of her paws had slipped between her legs.

  His balls swung with every thrust, slowed only by the fluff on them. He unleashed a growl of passion past her ear: “So you like how I sound, rudderbutt?”

  Face-deep in the pillow, she squeaked in agreement.

  “And you like the feel of a big hard husky cock inside you?” He teased her with his knot, never quite going inside.

  “Maxie!” Her tail bumped back against his chest as she tried to capture that canine bulge.

  After a second, he relented. He pressed his whole length inside her, knot a tight fit past her slick entrance. His hips worked faster into her than ever, dragging it in and out of her. As her passage clenched down
around him, a sudden wave of ecstasy swept him away. The tight tension of her around his knot squeezed a gasp from him. His world crashed into a single sensation: that of climax within his mate. Every shudder of his straining body spurted hot passion into her. Satiny slickness spread his seed along every surface within her passage. Surge after surge of pleasure lifted his balls and raced down his length to flood her waiting wetness, leaving her all the wetter.

  Not that the otter ever complained about being too wet. She panted. That telltale wiggle returned, swishing her ample tail through his stomach fur.

  He shuddered as his orgasm faded to afterglow. Pushing her tail a little further to one side as he leaned in, he mouthed a deep growl to her ear: “You gonna come for me? I want you to come on my cock when I tie you.”

  A sharp squeak answered him. “Since when can you talk dirty?”

  His shrug translated across her back. “It’s easy when I’ve been having dirty thoughts about you all week.” He slipped back into a deep, seductive tone, still panting. “I want you to, you know.” His paws found her breasts and toyed with her stiff nipples. “I love seeing you cum.” He rocked his hips to tug at the knot within her. “I love feeling it around my knot.”

  She tensed under him and muffled a mighty squeak into the pillow. Her toes gripped the sheets. That tight passage pulsed up his length, squishing his hot cum around. Her eyes closed as she shoved her hips back into him.

  Max straightened, still tied. Not wanting to kink her tail, he carefully lifted it and resettled it on his other hip. This motion, of course, caused all manner of pleasant sensations to press around his knot.

  The otter appreciated them too, from the low chitters that rippled through her voice. The sound sharpened as her tail base rubbed along his stomach. Endorphins making him adventurous, he slid a hand between them to explore the spot’s sensitivity, letting her hand guide his. His gambit paid off, eliciting a dreamy coo from Kylie. Her body relaxed against and around him. Her tail uncurled and drooped atop his thigh. Her whiskers drooped to the pillow.