by Tempe O'Kun
His lutrine lover turned to gaze up at him through messy auburn hair.
He leaned for a nuzzle, which melted into a kiss on the side of her muzzle. One disadvantage of this position was that he couldn’t make out with her. It had other benefits, though. Her body felt lovely up against his. Every little move her body made brushed it against his.
A tender moment passed in calming silence. Rain traced down the window as their heartbeats slowed and the familiar spell of sleepy satisfaction crept over Max. He rested his chin on her shoulder and sighed a happy sigh.
She patted his arm. “Wow. You were pretty pent up.”
He blushed and buried his muzzle in her hair. “Yeah.”
“Why didn’t you say something?”
“You were sniffing out clues. You seemed really set on it.” He shrugged. “And I didn’t want to be pushy.”
Her little ears went up. “Pushy?”
He rolled his shoulders, feeling a tinge of embarrassment. “Yeah. I mean, I’m like twice your size. I can’t just throw you into bed and have my way with you.”
“Not sure I’d complain about that.” Her hazel eyes watched him in the reflection of the slightly-fogged window. “You’re my boyfriend, after all. You’re allowed to have needs.”
The term made him smile. He rubbed a paw down her flank. “You’re small, though, and sometimes I worry I could hurt you. Or make things awkward.”
“We did all our own stunts, remember? I can handle a big fluffball like you.” She toyed with the fur of his wrist. “In case you didn’t notice, I like how big you are.”
That made him smirk. “Oh?”
“Not just like that.” She placed a gentle kiss on the inside of his wrist. “You make me feel so safe, Maxie. Sometimes I feel like I could just bury myself in your fur and be safe from everything. All this crazy paranormal stuff feels so much less insane if I have you watching my back. Besides, I like that I can trust you.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah.” She nuzzled into his palm. “To be good to me. And I know how much work you put into being careful.” He was close enough to her ear to watch the pink inside darken with her blush. “And if you want to toss me into bed or pin me to a wall and have your way with me, I don’t think I’d object.”
He nodded, nose between her round lutrine ears. “Mmm. This was pretty good.”
“And your bigness has all sorts of benefits.” She squeezed down on his buried cock, eliciting a woof of pleasure from the dog. Her paws spread across the head of the bed. “I don’t know if I’d even have the courage to track down monsters without you.”
Still tingling, he rested his muzzle atop her head. “Pretty sure you still would, but that you’d just die.”
“Hey!” Her elbow prodded his ribs. “I’m tough!” She squirmed with outrage, tugging at his knot, unable to turn and face him. “I totally bit an alien handyman that one time.”
Chuckling, he patted her shoulder. “I’m kidding; I’m kidding. You’re tough.”
The otter sniffed, placated. “I had no idea you were holding back.”
His ears lifted.
“I mean, I kinda noticed I was always the one to initiate sex. I thought that just meant I was the horny one.”
He smirked. “I get horny too.”
She squirmed. “Yeah, but when we’re in friend mode, you totally pick me up and toss me over your shoulder when I’m being a brat.”
His ears flicked up. “So you admit you can be a brat?”
“Not the point here, mister.”
The husky rolled his eyes. “Pinning you to the couch because you’ve deluded yourself into thinking you can win a wrestling match with me is one thing.” He swished his whiskers with an anxious whimper. “Pinning you to the couch because I’m horny and your tight jeans are driving me crazy…makes me feel like I’m controlling you.”
Still tied, she scoffed. “Yeah, good luck with that.”
He laughed a little. “Tell me about it…”
For a moment, she pursed her lips. “Remember the episode where everyone but me and Egbert were turning into feral monster versions of themselves?”
The husky kissed his lover’s neck, rumbling as he caressed her belly. He could tell she had at least one more climax in her, and to his mild surprise he found he did as well, his knotted cock pulsing once more in the incredible tightness of her passage. Automatically, he recited: “‘Throwback:’ Season Three, Episode Fourteen. Something like six and a half stars on IMDB.”
The tilt and bob of her head told him she’d rolled her eyes. “Right, that one. Well, remember the part where you changed right in front of me and chased me around the house?” She reached for her computer, which had been forgotten against the headboard. She woke it up with a flick across the touchpad and opened a site from her favorites.
With an absent kiss to her shoulder, he peeked curiously at the laptop as the screen lit up. “Yeah, I think so. Mostly I remember tripping over the coffee table because reflective yellow contact lenses make it hard to see, and then I remember the makeup people yelling at me for ripping out my fur extensions.
The otter chuckled. She clicked a link and the screen transitioned to a column of text. “Well, it was worth it to inspire this fic. One of my favorites. Basically, what if I hadn’t locked you in the basement and escaped up the coal chute?”
He raised an eyebrow. “I seem to recall my motivation being that I was out for blood.”
“Yeah, well, turns out you had other bodily fluids in mind.” She gave a little shiver that made his cock surge. “Mmm, it’s all feral and passionate, but still with a tender core, ya know?”
“Sounds fun.” Slipping his paw down to caress a brazen finger along the joining of their bodies, he let his teeth graze the shell of her ear as he whispered: “You should read it for me.”
Her nervous chuckle lasted just long enough for her to brush hair from her face. “Okay, um, let’s see. Cassie peered over Serge’s shoulder, watching him pore over the recipe to the counterspell. Part of her wanted to insist that she take the risk, since she had more experience with magic stuff, but another part of her was glad he had offered, happy that he wanted to protect her.”
This scene felt familiar, and a little ways off from where it needed to be. “Skip ahead.” He moaned, giving a little thrust that jostled his reawakening cock inside her and grinning as she squirmed.
Scrolling rapidly through the paragraphs, his otter murmured. “Mmmph, oh gosh, okay. Let’s see, you start to change before you finish, can’t make it in time, big scary transformation scene, chase me out into the living room… Okay, here we go: Cassie moaned into the carpet, the tatters of her shirt and panties swaying as Serge bucked into her. Monstrous hands held her wrists, pinning her down, but she wouldn’t have gone anywhere if she could. He —mm!— claimed her and she loved it, arching her hips to meet every thrust of his huge, hard cock inside her. She felt hot breath on her nape and shivered, picturing him bent over her, covering her, pressing as much of his body against hers as he could. When Serge’s tongue slipped along the arch of her neck, she turned to meet it, completely trusting. This was Serge, after all, her Serge. She knew in her bones he would never hurt her.” She twisted to look at him, her mouth open just enough for a gasp. “See, Maxie? Even in crazy primal sex stories you’re a big softie.”
Max grunted, willing his eyes to focus as he kept up the steady roll of his hips. He couldn’t get much motion going —she was super tight— but whenever he could coax a shudder out of her she would clench wonderfully around his knot. So he teased and caressed her, his free hand traveling up and down her body, fluttering over her nipples and navel and clit as he pretended to be patient so she’d continue.
“S-She felt a sudden extra resistance to his thrusts, a growing swelling at the base of his cock as it sheathed itself in her. With a jolt, she realized it must be his knot, and that the sex-crazed creature that had once been her best friend wanted to stuff it inside her and—umf, Max
!” She whimpered into the sheets. “Faster. Ah! Please— Ah, yeah. J-just like that.”
The husky abandoned mere teasing as the story approached its climax, sinking his paw between her legs for a merciless assault on her core. He caressed the straining bud of her clit, grinding his knot against her inner walls in an inexorable rhythm. “You’re almost there, rudderbutt. Just a little more.”
She shook her head, squirming against his chest, fists buried in his bedsheets as her body convulsed in pleasure. “It’s too much, Maxie. I can’t keep re-reading—”
“You can.” His voice rumbled against her shoulder as he arched over her, feeling her body rippling around him, wanting more than anything to see her hit one more peak. “I know you’re close, Kylie. You can do it. Just keep reading.”
Kylie strained for the laptop, struggling to get the screen back into view. “Sh-she didn’t have time to wonder if it could fit before it was inside her, stretching her out wide, filling her with his hot flesh! Serge only managed a few more thrusts before it was too big to come out of her, locking them t-together. With a howl of triumph, Serge gripped her tight as wave after wave of white-hot cum filled her tender womb, claiming her innermost places with his essence.” She shuddered as the husky’s cock throbbed at the description, but persevered, too stubborn to back down now. “Then she felt him twist, bearing down on her until his jaws closed on her scruff. She felt a pinch and sting of teeth as he gripped her, marking her outside as well as in, making her entirely his!”
This was just the sort of opening Max’d been waiting for. With a slowness that hid his growing desperation, he threaded his muzzle through the short, silky fall of her hair, nuzzling along the line of her spine. At the appropriate instant in the story, in just the right pause in her reading, he opened his jaws and gave the back of her neck a sharp, playful nip.
The otter squeaked in shocked delight. Her whole body stiffened. That cute little muzzle rolled against the mattress as she wiggled, still tethered by his buried cock. Those round ears tipped back through her dark red hair as her form undulated against him, body-surfing on a wave of climax.
His knotted length throbbed within her, somewhat sore but not yet ready to come unstuck from her. He found himself teetering on the edge of another orgasm, the side effect of being teased all day. Frantic need compelled him as he curled fingers around his sheath and under his balls, rubbing as much as the space between their bodies allowed. Arousal spiked fast within him, overwhelming him in seconds. A deep growl rattled his throat as he emptied his balls into his writhing lover, her passage welcoming every drop with gripping passion.
Max’s second climax turned his muscles to overheated gelatin, and his vision swam with the buzz of pleasure. Rather than put his faith in his trembling arms and risk squishing Kylie, he slipped an arm around her middle and guided them both down onto their sides. The otter didn’t protest, merely snuggling back against his chest and pulling his arms around her.
They lay like that for some time, the husky caressing her belly as he listened to her heartbeat slow. He considered trying to get one of his blankets over them, but that would have taken too much effort. With a kiss to the back of his lover’s neck, he murmured: “Does that fanfic have any more chapters?”
She made a sleepy sound, drawing his other arm tighter around her chest. “Eh.” Her webbed paw waved a vague gesture in the direction of the still-humming laptop. “It does, but it gets weird. Long story short: half-monster husky-otter babies and hardly any more sex scenes.”
He huffed a laugh into the warm scent of her hair. “Alas.”
Her tail teased his shins. “So, you liked the fic?”
“Mmmmm, pretty good, but I like the real thing better.” His fading knot slipped slowly free. Muzzle over her shoulder, he watched as thick fluids beaded down her waterproof pubic hair to drip on the sheets, like rain down the window glass.
“And did you catch the part where, even though Serge was big and strong and being a little rough, Cassie was right there with him because she trusted him? Think there might be some kind of message there?”
He chuckled. “Yeah.”
Her trembled gasp concluded with a sigh. Free now to move about, she turned to snuggle closer against him. Her smooth pelt mingled with his fluff, her muzzle slipping perfectly into the hollow of his shoulder. “You have my permission to throw me over furniture anytime.”
His arms curled around her. “I’ll remember that next time you’re obsessing.”
She giggled against his arm. “Not much of a deterrent.”
“I’ve known you long enough to know you can’t be deterred…” He kissed her hair. “…only distracted.”
Hard Sleeper
Seated on the sofa, Kylie looked up from the Strangeville fan fiction she was idly reading. “Is waking a guy up by going down on him a real thing?”
Across the room, under a laptop, Max sat up. A quiet woof escaped him at her immodesty. “How would I know?”
“I dunno!” A bit late, she remembered to check if her mother was in earshot, then continued. “Guys talk.”
“Guys also lie.” The husky scoffed and refinished typing up something on his computer. “If half the stuff my high school friends swore was true actually happened, my hometown would be twice its size.”
“It seems like a real thing.” She tapped a claw on the phone screen. “The writer wrote it very convincingly.”
He shrugged. “Every crazy sex thing has probably been a real thing at some point.” Straightening, he made a faint effort to see her phone. “Are you reading porn of our characters again?”
“I’m trying to.” Her lithe body wiggled in place. “Don’t worry. It’s all canon now.”
His thick arms crossed. “That’s still a little weird.”
“I prefer to think of it as crowdsourcing.” The otter twirled a paw in the direction of the internet. “Besides, it’s completely unrealistic.”
The husky winced. “Would my ego survive you explaining that?”
“No, not like that.” She rolled her eyes. “They just don’t know you like I do.”
A deep bark of laughter rose from the dog. “I should hope not.”
“If they knew how hard of a sleeper you were, they’d never bother writing this kind of story.” Snickering, she shook the phone at him. “I could try to wake you up all sexy with a blowjob, but you’d just sleep through it.”
“What are you talking about?” He smirked at her over the laptop screen. “That would be the best reason to wake up ever.”
She stuck her tongue out at him. “Yeah, except you’re like that Serge knockoff robot from the final season.”
A nostalgic look crossed his muzzle. “It was weird how the costume department gave it a cast of my face.” He glanced sidelong at her. “Does the robot come up in these stories?”
“Oh, yes!” A chitter of glee echoed through the old house. “But he’s more of a sex toy than a character.”
“I guess that’s better.” His head tilted to one side, then the other. “But where were you going with that?”
“You switch off for exactly eight hours a night.” She squawked at him. “And nothing can interrupt your recharge cycle.”
“I am pretty sure a blowjob would wake me up, rudderbutt.” Chuckling, he shook his muzzle. “But you’re welcome to try.”
The first inkling of a scheme arose in her mind. She grinned. “I’m just saying: I know you better than some fan fiction author.”
“And I’m glad you do.” He gave her an earnest smile, then returned to typing. A moment later, he paused with academic appreciation. “Man, that was one of the stronger episodes of Season Five.”
“Uh, yeah! We’d finally graduated from being sidekicks.” Under the innocent guise of looking up more pornography, Kylie swiped over to her alarm app and set the time to an obscene hour. This was totally going to be worth it.
The warbling synth of a phone alarm hauled Kylie from her dreams. Webbed paws flailed at t
he device, but only succeeded in knocking it to the floor. She flopped out of bed to chase it, slinking halfway to the carpet before she could locate it and switch it off. Whatever she had been planning for this early, it totally wasn’t worth it. Clawing her way back into bed, she tried to ooze deeper into her pillows, curl up atop the mattress, and bury her whiskers under the blanket, but to no avail. Sunrise bleared through the woods and glowed across her window. As she lay surrendering to wakefulness, she wondered what had possessed her to set an alarm. Thoughts had to swim upstream through molasses. Did she work today? The shop never opened before 10am. Flying out to record DVD commentary? No, that wasn’t for months. Maybe she could just ask Max.
Max—that was it!
The otter bounced out of bed and eeled around the room. Stuffing the phone in the elastic of her shorts, she stretched. Her tail almost reached the floor as her fists reached nowhere near the ceiling. Her sleek form flowed out the door into the hallway. Padding across the old wood floor, she knew by instinct which boards squeaked after months of sneaking around the sprawling, ancient house.
Max had always been an early riser, with the power to fall asleep on command and sleep like a log. Kylie, meanwhile, usually flipped and flopped for ages beforehand and woke up at the slightest noise. Worst of all, he always downplayed the difference. Today, she’d get some payback. And prove to that daft dog that she knew him better than he knew himself.
She took the north staircase because the south one shared a wall with her mom’s bedroom. Not that she had anything to hide, just yet. The slim otter crept through the living room, with an anxious titter. Her paw paused on his doorknob. With incredible slowness, she turned it and peeked through the cracked door. There her boyfriend lay, sprawled out on the guest bed. The sheets only partly covered him, as if kicked off in the night. Husky fur had great insulating properties, which she’d discovered during their cuddle sessions.
