by Tempe O'Kun
“And why did you prioritize this one?”
“It’s good! I mean, not in the traditional sense…”
Max quirked an eyebrow at her and just waited for her babbling to lose steam. “Wait, is this the one where I wind up in a loincloth?”
“It’s the time travel one, yeah…” Her ears and whiskers drooped with guilt.
Max snickered, opened his soda, and put his arm around her. “Good to know all that fanservice worked on someone.”
That instant, Laura walked past the living room with a file box stuffed with script notes. She paused to look them over and gave her daughter a dorky thumbs-up.
Kylie waggled a paw at her mother, shooing her away as fast as otterly possible. She then draped herself over the husky’s lap and pressed play.
The Please Stand By episode began and was terrible. Foam-rubber tree people waddled with menace on a tropical Hollywood backlot. They almost forgot to mock it, though; they were too caught up in the feel of each other. Their fingers interlaced, his fur tickling her webbing. She curled closer to him and rested her head on the armrest to watch his expression. Before long, the credits rolled and the stars had come out and neither of them wanted to leave the other’s arms to go to bed. So they spooned and Kylie, to keep from wondering if all this would last, babbled.
“I used to be scared of this house as a kid when we visited.” Her webbed paw squeezed his hand. “I like it much better now.”
Max smiled, tail swishing against the back of the sofa.
“Mom moved out after my great uncle disappeared, before I was born.” She sipped the last of her clam juice. “She came back when she was pregnant with me and started selling the old china, silverware, crystal, antiques, furniture…”
“That was before Hollywood?”
“Yeah, she used the money to get herself set up, pay for a sitter for me, stuff like that. She hit it big before she could clear most of the house out, though. That’s why there’s still so much junk.”
“Your mom and I’ve been making progress on that.” He patted her stomach.
“You’ve been really great, Maxie.” She rolled over to face him. “I don’t know what I’d have done if you weren’t here.”
The husky smirked. “My guess: call and demand I come out to help you.”
She smiled. “And you’d have come, wouldn’t you?”
“Of course I would.” He stroked the gentle curve of her back, brushing his muzzle along hers.
“You’re sweet.” She lifted his chin, kissing his cheek. “This is so nice, Maxie. I’m glad we ended up like this.”
“I’m sorry I kept you waiting.” His paws caressed along her back in a way she decided was pretty spectacular.
“It wasn’t so bad, really. I only figured it out myself right at the very end of the show. I saw everything winding down and everyone going their separate ways and realized you’d be leaving and it just sort of hit me, you know?” Her fingers played through his short haircut. “And I didn’t say anything because I had no idea what was going to happen. I didn’t know when I’d get to see you again, and I didn’t want this weird thing hanging between us the whole time. It sucked, waiting so long to get you out here.”
He shrugged those powerful shoulders. “You could have come out to visit me. Always room at the farm.”
“Ugh, nooo.” Her response was muffled by his shirt as she thumped her forehead against his chest. “Your mom would have made me do chores, and I’m allergic to the crack of dawn.” She peeked up at him, one eye twinkling. “Though, it might be worth it, to watch you throwing bales of hay around with no shirt on.”
“The important thing is: I’m here now.” He leaned in, his nose ever so gently touching hers.
“Yeah, you are.” She smiled up at him, caressing his cheek and drawing him into another slow kiss.
Losing himself in the kiss, Max slipped his paws beneath her arms and drew her close. Passion built to dizzying heights on their years of trust, their months of longing. She licked his lips, then inside his mouth, searching out that soft canine tongue. In the dark room, lit only by the television, they explored. Slender lutrine paws caressed his powerful frame while wide husky paws traced every contour of hers. He cupped her breasts, investigating their soft resilience.
She pressed his shoulder, rolling him to his back. He moaned as kisses rained down, her nimble form climbing atop him. Those sleek legs wrapped around his hips as small, needful noises escaped her throat.
Not for the first time in their make out sessions, Max felt an erection swelling in his pants. As usual, he shifted away so as not to hump against her.
“It’s okay.” Hands on his chest, she ground down against the tent in his pants. “I like it.”
A blush burning his cheeks, he let her ride him. Soon, he found his hips bucking back.
Kylie lay atop him, wiggling her body, stimulating every inch she touched. The front of her jeans felt so hot Max could no longer attribute it to mere friction.
His shaky paws got lost in the sleek fur of her arms, her shoulders under her sleeves, her back under the t-shirt to trace the undersides of her breasts.
Otter eyes shone in the dim light. Her paw slipped to his crotch, gripping his erection.
Max whined, panting with need, the fabric of his pants stretched unbelievably tight. Their hips pressed together and stayed there. His cock swelled under her paw, stretching its fabric confines.
She rubbed up and down, sliding his sheath against the slick length though the denim, watching his every reaction. “Like that?”
“U-uh huh…” Heart racing, he lay back and enjoyed her attentions.
The otter giggled, nervous fingertips tracing his cock’s outline. “…Can I see?”
Max’s mind raced to catch up to the moment. His best friend wanted to see his dick. And most likely touch it. At last, he squeaked a very tiny “yes.”
In the scant light of the television, she bit her lip. Those graceful paws fumbled at his zipper, pulling it down, down—
Floorboards creaked upstairs.
They froze.
A moment passed, chilling Max’s blood. The last thing he wanted was Laura walking in on them. He might never be able to look her in the eyes if he got caught with his pants down on her living room sofa.
Kylie stared up, her cute little ears twitching at the ceiling. Her gaze drifted down to his chest, mischief rekindling in her expression. “Your room?”
She didn’t quite meet his eyes as she asked this, and Max’s heart quickened as he realized what she was really asking. He licked his lips, breathless. “Uh, yeah. Okay.”
They hurried off the sofa, still a tangle of touches and kisses and Max trying to keep his unzipped pants from falling down. The best solution he found was keeping her pressed against him. Her strong, supple body fit to his with every step, leading him in a clumsy dance of passion. They bumped into furniture, rounding the corner to his room.
They paused one final time just outside Max’s door. It had been left half-open, and the darkness inside suddenly seemed like the threshold to another world, a portal to someplace scary and amazing. He broke the kiss to catch his breath, retreating into the room, and she chased after him with a little mewl of need that made his blood boil. Allowing her to renew the kiss, Max shuddered, struggling to keep his head. Who was this incredible, sensual creature burying her fingers in his hair, sliding her body like sheer silk against his? What had happened to the impish otter girl who’d stood behind the cameras and pulled faces to make him flub his lines?
Sensing his hesitation, she broke the kiss, but only a little. She kept her fingers in his hair, kept his head down, kept their noses touching, breath mingling. An eager spark lit in her eyes, even if her voice trembled. “Come on, Maxie. Let’s do this.”
He grinned. There she stood, whiskers lit by soft moonlight, muzzle lit by a familiar smile. He let her recapture his lips, not bothering to suppress a whimper of need as she ground her pelvis against his t
ented boxers. When she gripped him by the shirt and pulled him into the darkened bedroom, resistance was the last thing on his mind.
He got a few steps in before belatedly turning around to lock the door. When he looked back at Kylie, she already had her vest unzipped and halfway off. It fluttered to the floor as she flowed out of her shirt and bra. Max recognized the impatience of nerves in his soon-to-be lover. She was rushing to keep herself from chickening out. He watched, entranced, as her pants and panties fell away in a flurry of lutrine grace. Anxiety and desire tingled down his nerves. His hands didn’t know what to do with themselves.
Walking closer, she smiled. Her modest breasts matched the immodest curve of her hips, her tail a sultry sway behind her. Her paw touched his chest, as it had so many times before, but never had his heart raced like this because of it. Moonlight touched her fur with silver elegance, wreathing her lustrous pelt with celestial illumination. The cream coloring under her chin flowed down over her breasts and between her legs. There, a pink hint of her slit teased through thin fur.
Max hesitated further, tail between his legs, eyes wide. Blood rushed like an icy river through his veins, an unusual sensation for the arctic dog. Confronted with the naked otter he loved, who loved him, he reached out and touched her bare shoulder.
She brushed her whiskers on the back of his hand, hazel eyes looking up at him over an eager grin. The sleek lines of her body flowed with every tiny movement, grace woven into her very being. Her tail swayed, lifted higher than usual. Closer and closer she drew, their attraction overpowering all other forces.
Cupping her cheek in a wide white paw, he studied her face, wanting to remember this moment. Her rich scent teased him, driving his length to swell further from its sheath. Deep inside him, catastrophe and wonder loomed, and he wanted to remember every instant of it. He leaned in, kissing her. Her lips brushed, warm and delicate, over his.
She moaned, breasts pressed just under his ribs. Paws wrapped around him, caressing his back, gripping the hem of his shirt and lifting it. She drew it over his head and off his arms. Webbed hands trailed the rich fluff of his chest. More kisses reassured him in the darkness.
A shiver translated through him, just enough to cause his pants to finally fall from his waist. He’d forgotten to button them and now watched with shy shock around the kiss as they deserted him. The front of his boxers tented out, bridging the space between them.
Kylie snickered, drawing back to smirk at his falling pants. Her paws helped them escape, then returned to do the same for his boxers. She knelt. Her round muzzle rubbed the bulged fabric, nuzzling up and down his tender length. Deft fingers curled over the waistband, tugging down. Further, further, cock stretching the garment into a pavilion, his sheath and balls on display in the dark.
His ears burned with self-consciousness, even as the rest of him shivered. He whimpered, paws wiggling and flexing, unsure where to be or what to do. Even just her tugging cloth against his tip felt amazing, the tension growing as fast as his erection.
At last, she pulled a little too far and his dick sprang up to bop her in the nose. A stunned gasp as she fell back, landing with a thump on her butt.
“Sorry!” He reached to help, tripped on his underwear, and almost fell on her.
“Eep!” She giggled, supporting his chest. Her other paw wiped at the spot of moisture he’d left on her nose. He could see her nostrils flared with a silent panting. “Stay quiet. Mom’s upstairs.”
He nodded and stepped out of his boxers, then helped her to her feet. Her belly fur brushed along the tip of his erection. He shuddered at the sensation.
Not letting go of his paw, she guided him to the bed. With lutrine ease, she slithered onto the mattress, drawing him clambering after. The bedsprings squeaked a protest under their combined weight. He wound up kneeling between her legs, erection jutting into the air. She gave it a long glance before drawing him down atop her, their kisses resuming.
He propped his arms around her, afraid to put his full weight on her lithe form, scared he’d hurt her. His cock bumped her thigh, sac tickled by fur. He took care not to rest a knee on her tail.
That thick tail bumped between his shins. Her tongue traced inside his mouth. A soft-webbed paw closed around his cock, stroked its length and girth. The quiet dark amplified her every soft intake of breath.
He tried to speak, but couldn’t find words. Her fingers, her flesh, her fur: countless new textures brushed up his exposed skin. The muscular length of her tail rolled up in a wave under his balls. He panted, heart racing.
She took hold of his cock and guided him up between her thighs. Bathed in delicate starlight, her ears flicked back, muzzle in a nervous dip. Her webbing caressed his length, fingers exploring, taking stock of him. “Wow, Max, you’re kinda huge.”
His tip brushed her slit, warm and slick. The only sound he could manage began as a chuckle and collapsed into a moan. His shaft bucked once under her touch. “S-sorry?”
“Not complaining.” A hint of nerves tinged her voice. Delicate moisture and heat greeted his tip as she rubbed it along her folds. Wet noises peppered the silence.
Max felt himself stiffen further, fluid dribbling from his tip. The first hint of his knot started to swell, stretching the sheath. Easing it back behind the bulge, his fingertips bumped hers, somehow embarrassing him even more. His voice softened further as she manipulated the stiff canine cock. “You’re sure about—?”
“Really sure, Maxie.” Pure affection warmed her tone, burying her anxiety. “I wouldn’t want anybody but you.”
His eyes misted; he closed them to keep from tearing up, then nuzzled her whiskers. “Neither would I.”
Her tail swished against the bedcovers. She smiled. Her paw gripped the fluff of his hips, guiding him forward.
He pressed forward, glanced off. A trace of her fluids clung to his tip, chilling it in the hot night air.
With a kind chuckle, she reached down and lined him back up.
He pressed in again, the wet heat rising up his cock about an inch.
She squirmed, and not in a fun way. “Ow. Ow!”
With a whine of concern, he froze and bumped her muzzle with his. “You okay?”
“I’m just…” She reached down, spreading her folds a little wider. “Alright, try now.”
Once again, he pressed forward, but the memory of pain had spooked them both and her passage bore down on his tip and kept him from entering further. The husky whimpered with concern and unsated need, arms quivering as they supported his weight above her. With effort, he pulled his attention from the incredible heat around his tip and opened his eyes. Kylie clung to his chest, eyes closed, her face a mask of anticipation and uncertainty. He brushed his fingers across her cheek, and her eyes shimmered as they opened to meet his. He leaned in and touched his nose to hers. “Do you trust me?”
The otter blinked and smiled, her arms releasing the fur of his chest to wrap around the back of his neck. “That’s a stupid question.”
He pressed his lips to hers, letting a fraction of his weight settle on her. He felt the tension unwind from her body, little by little.
She moaned the tiniest of moans into his muzzle, her thighs brushing across his pelvis, and he found he could press on at last.
He sank deeper and deeper, slow and unsteady, not wanting to hurt her. Slick, gentle pressure greeted him and clung tight to his every contour, like that’s where he’d always belonged. Her scent, full-bodied and feminine, overwhelmed him, beckoning him to thrust all the way into her. He resisted, gritting his teeth at all the unfamiliar delights. His breath washed out in a shaking rush as he sank in all the way to his knot. He grunted with relief and anticipation, then studied her for reactions.
The lutrine wriggled, squeaking with joy. Her paw explored their connection, tracing her stretched lips and the base of his cock. She traced the swell of flesh to its supple sheath. “That’s your knot?”
His muscled arms cradled her, though his weight
still pressed her into the old mattress. “Yeah.”
“Wow.” Her fingers traced her stomach, feeling for his cock. She grinned up at him. “Maxie, you’re inside me.”
He nodded, returning the smile and adding a kiss.
The otter rocked back and forth under him, jostling his length within her. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”
Max pulled back a bit, then sank back in. That incredible pressure still gripped his cock, massaging pleasure up its length. “I’m not…too big, am I?”
Kylie moaned into his fur. “No, no, it’s okay, just gimme a minute.” She wriggled a bit, as though trying to get him better situated. “How about you? I’m not, like, squishing you, am I?”
“No, this feels amazing.” He thrusted a little more. Unsure and unsteady, but liking the sounds she made, he ground and humped his way to something resembling a rhythm. All their years of reading each other couldn’t keep him from slipping out a few times. More than a few, to be honest. A shared chuckle, though, and they had him back inside her, where he belonged. The husky grappled with the instinct to grab her and take her as hard as he could, but he could only go so fast and hard before the mattress or the headboard started to creak and thump, or her gasps got too loud.
She writhed around whenever his knot bumped her clit, the movement so wiggly it threatened to slide her free of him all over again. Undaunted and vivacious, she gripped him harder, angling her hips to meet him.
He thrusted, creaking the bedsprings and slowing if he caught a hint of a yelp in her moans, or whenever the headboard threatened to thump. He’d have to put some padding behind it. The dog watched his best friend shudder and gasp on his cock, feeling a new chapter in their lives open before him. His balls brushed back and forth along her thick tail.
She rubbed her fingertip in her juices, then toyed with her clit, pressing the tender nub against his shaft as it slid in and out of her. Tension rolled in waves up her frame as she rubbed faster and faster. Her breath ran to ragged panting. “Oh Maxie! Ah-ah!”
