Windfall: An Otter-Body Experience

by Tempe O'Kun

  “I’m not monster hunting alone!” She wrung her webbed paws, and slunk close. “Can’t you just play my underwater body guard a little while longer?”

  “Not today, Ky.” He sat on the dock with a wet splat. “Let’s get some fish sticks or whatever.”

  She rolled her eyes. “What are we? Toddlers?”

  The dog shrugged, trying to fence in his weariness. “I like fish sticks.”

  Her paw patted his chest. Tiny droplets of scum scattered from the impact. She shook her paw and the slime actually shook off. “You’d make a terrible otter.”

  He squished at least a cup of water from his tail fluff. “Yeah. Tell me about it.”

  An hour later, they arrived at the sprawling ghost-gray hulk of Bourn Manor. Kylie headed for the kitchen, but her boyfriend took her paw and led her upstairs.

  Her eyes met his. “What?”

  He offered her a soft smile. “Just come with me.”

  With only a minor mutter of confusion, the otter followed.

  Max was a patient guy, but enough was enough. On the kitchen table, Kylie’s laptop displayed a webpage selling scuba tanks and rebreathers. If he didn’t want to spend the rest of the summer soggy, something would have to be done.

  They crossed the hallway and opened a creaky door. Motes swirled on shafts of light, twenty years of dust aglow atop whatever possessions Laura had deemed not worth selling.

  Max crossed his arms with a slight wag. “Where are we, Kylie?”

  The otter crossed her arms to match his, a defiant gleam in her eyes. “You know where we are.”

  His muzzle tilted down at her. “Humor me.”

  She heaved a sigh and puffed her bangs out of her eyes. “This is my great uncle Leister’s old room.”

  Nodding, the husky patted her shoulder with one thick paw. “And what happened to him?”

  She glowered at him for a moment, then slumped. “He went crazy hunting monsters and it ruined his life.” She arched an eyebrow at him. “You’re not exactly a creature of subtlety. You know that, right?”

  Starting to wag again, he smiled. “It’s a dog thing. A proud lack of guile going back thousands of years.”

  Her chuckle sounded forced as she hugged herself, looking around the dusty, neglected room. “You must think I’m pretty silly, getting so worked up over some stupid urban myth.”

  He pulled her into a hug, gently nuzzling the top of her head. “I think you’re passionate and determined, rudderbutt. They’re two things I love about you.” He lifted her chin. “The proof is out there, Kylie. We’ll find it eventually. But in the meantime, the world hasn’t ended yet because of these things, and if we don’t come up for air now and then we might get so caught up in this stuff we forget about the real world.”

  She smirked at him. “You rehearsed that.”

  He chuckled. “A little.”

  She laid her head on his chest. “I like your use of ‘we.’ Very diplomatic. As though you ever obsessed over anything.”

  The husky’s arms tightened around her. “Well, there is one thing.”

  Kylie let out a soft sigh, pressing herself into the embrace. Finally she pulled away and punched him in the arm. “Come on, you big sap. Let’s go order pizza or something.”

  “Attagirl.” The canine followed her out of the room, closing the door behind them.

  “Maxie? You awake?”

  Merciless poking assailed the husky through the heavy curtain of dreams. The canine opened bleary eyes to find an otter-shaped silhouette leaning over his bed. Kylie stood, almost bouncing with excitement: she’d somehow gotten even nuttier since they started dating. Nonetheless, his tail thumped once under the blankets. “Hey.”

  Her lithe form twirled and plopped down on his bed. “Put some clothes on.”

  “Well, that’s the opposite of what I expected to hear.” He groped for his watch on the nightstand, but only knocked it to the floor. Sleep clung to his mind and impeded his every attempt at wakeful interaction. He rubbed his eyes. “What time is it?”

  “Middle of the night.” A bounce bobbed her atop the bed. “C’mon! I wanna go down to the lake.”

  “Aw, really?”

  “Just trust me.” Whiskers mingling with a giggle, she kissed him lightly on the nose. “And keep quiet; pretty sure Mom’s asleep.”

  The dog groaned and rolled out of bed, having decided long ago to trust at least some of Kylie’s crazy impulses. He pulled on some clothes and slung a heavy flashlight into his jeans pocket. His phone and knife followed onto his belt. It’d been a while since they’d been stalked by any extra-dimensional monsters, but wandering the wooded and eerie ground of Bourn Manor at night had a history of attracting them.

  Old floorboards creaked under his paws as he followed the lutrine around the corner and out the front door. They padded across the field that passed for a lawn. Max cast a look back at the sprawling and slouching house they’d emerged from. Otters were a cute bunch, Kylie in particular, so he continued to be mystified that her ancestors could have commissioned a structure so creepy.

  A warm, cloudless night, the soft heavy breeze suggested Autumn wasn’t far away. On a winding game trail, they trudged through the forest. Her swaying walk caught his gaze and wouldn’t let go, even in the patchy moonlight that streamed between the gaps in the canopy. He knew better than to ask where they were headed: a grin of mischief had spread across her face. Max just kept at her heel, even as branches swatted and roots sprung up underfoot.

  Just as he started to wonder if they were lost, Kylie perked and wound through a tangle of undergrowth. Max broke through it to find the glassy surface of the lake before them. It glistened in the moonlight, shimmering a near-monochrome image of the woods and sky. From this angle, he recognized the old wooden dock stretching toward the lake’s center, a few colorful water toys tethered to the supports. Far across the surface, faint window lights shone: summer cabins.

  “So lake again?” Tail swaying, he touched her arm.

  She nodded and leaned closer. “Mmmhmm.”

  “And it’s somehow different now?”

  “Yep!” Her hands wrung as she bounced from foot to foot.

  The dog peered into the night. “What now?”

  Max blinked at the rippling water. In his half-sleep, he had thrown on the clothes he’d been wearing that afternoon. “I’m not sure what you’re planning to find here, Ky, but I didn’t think to bring my swim trunks.”

  She turned to give him a slow blink over one shoulder. “Who said I was planning on finding anything?” With a chitter of mischief, the otter flowed out of her garments. Before Max could process what was happening she stood nude, sleek fur aglow under the full moon. “And you won’t need your swim trunks, Maxie.”

  He could only blink dumbly as she swept up to him, small breasts bouncing with her movements. Still, he didn’t resist as her paws helped him out of his clothes. With that familiar blend of affection and anticipation in her eyes, the otter stole a quick kiss and dragged him toward the shimmering surface of the lake.

  Ears drooped and warm, he glanced around the woods. Running around naked, even at night and with Kylie, wasn’t something he’d made a habit of. He trotted into the lake after Kylie. The water’s chill crept further up his legs with every step. He whimpered as it reached his crotch, somehow feeling colder than before.

  All the while, she led him on, her streamlined body slicing the water as she backpedaled. Her smile never faded as it sank under the surface.

  The dog stood on the squishy lakebed and watched as she swam. A passable swimmer, Kylie outclassed him.

  The dark form of his girlfriend flitted around. Her body undulated under the water, head to tail waves of motion propelling her, blending with the soft waves she stirred. She darted and dove, like a ripple of moonlight. Her body brushed his thighs, sweeping water through his fur.

  The husky shivered, and not just from the chilled water. The canine lumbered through the chest-high water after he
r, now and then getting close enough to have her tail slip through his grasp. He stumbled forward, then bumped into her crotch-first. His ears blazed hotter as he felt her whiskers traced through the fur of his sac.

  With a playful grip of his rump, the lutrine nuzzled against his balls and sheath before slipping out of reach. She surfaced just long enough for a flirty laugh, then vanished with a star-lit splash. The longer she teased him, the more obvious it became what’d happen when he caught her.

  He lost track of her, then turned as pressure touched his tail. He woofed in surprise as she swam between his legs.

  Webbed paws groped him. The otter bobbed up in front of him with a smirk.

  He held her close, whispering in her ear. “So, what’re you thinking?”

  Kylie’s fingers traced his soaked fur. “Maybe I’m planning to teach you the ins and outs of underwater sex.”

  He quirked an eyebrow. “And you’re an expert?”

  “I’m an otter!” Chin-deep, she gave an indignant wiggle. “And I have the Internet!”

  Tantalized by the texture of her fur against his peeking tip, he nodded. “So, you’re well-versed in theory.”

  “It can’t be that hard.” She squeezed his sheath.

  “Mmmm.” He closed his eyes, savoring the feel of her paws on his crotch. “Unlike you, I find breathing a hard habit to break.”

  “Who says you’re the one underwater?” Eyes catching the moon, she sank and vanished into night-dark water.

  The canine searched the lake, but found not so much as ripple of his girlfriend.

  Then her muzzle found his cock tip.

  Her lips pushed back his sheath, exposing more bare shaft to the cold water, then to the warmth of her mouth. That velvet tongue traced all around the underside of his dick. Without breaking the surface, her webbed feet paddled to stop her floating. Bobbing under the surface and along his length, she gripped his hips and took him deep.

  Max panted, eyes half-lidded in pleasure. He never thought having Kylie suck him underwater would leave him the breathless one. Hot passion soared, even as he stood in the chilly water. His fingers traced her hair, which drifted in slow motion as he resisted the urge to play with his sheath. He wanted to let this situation happen. He’d gotten off in the shower a few times as a teenager, but that paled in comparison to every little lick dragging him closer to spraying thick canine cream into her wet and waiting muzzle…

  Then she stopped and swam around him, giggling.

  “Hey!” Before she could escape again, he grabbed her by the waist and dragged her to the surface. “Get back here, rudderbutt.”

  With a squawk, she wriggled and splashed at him. Water rushed off her body to course over his hands. Her tail swept between his knees, stirring currents through his fur. “Oh? What could you want from an innocent little otter like me?” Her thick tail brushed under his balls.

  Even as his last dry fur got soaked by her pelt, he tightened his grip around the slippery otter, holding her close to keep her from squirming away to tease him even more. Her body felt so right against his as they stood naked as the stars in the boundless expanse overhead. Even in water up to his chest, he could feel her warmth. “I just want you to finished what you started.”

  She pressed her breasts against his questing paws, angling her head to the side so he could bury his nose in the crook of her neck. Her whisper stirred the fur of his ear. “Are you gonna fuck me, Maxie?”

  He shivered and his cock lurched, pressing between the cleft of her rump and tail base. He slipped a hand down over her belly, into the water, and cupped her mound, grinding his fingers against her hidden slit. “Yeah…”

  The otter leaned back against his chest, spreading her legs for him as he parted her tender lips to bury a finger in her molten passage. She let out a squeak as he massaged her inner walls, already eager and very slick. She tightened on his fingers and wrung water from his fur. “Awesome.”

  “But first…” Max slid another finger into her passage, curling one then the other against the spots that made her squirm most. His fingers worked in and out. He jostled his thumb over her clit.

  The lutrine squirmed, stirring the water at their waists, rubbing her thick tail base over his stiffening cock. One leg hooked around his to give him easier access. With the night sky shimmering off the surface of the water and the moonlight on her sleek pelt, she rocked her hips against his paw.

  His tail wagged under the water. He stroked faster, faster than he could sustain for long, but she felt close. His muzzle met her ear, cheek pressed to her water-repelling hair. Her breasts fit his paw just right, a perky pawful each as he tweaked one nipple then the other. Twisting his arm a little, he rubbed his palm over her clit and wiggled his fingers as deep as they could reach.

  Her breath caught—her body tensed—her hips bucked. Her head rolled back so hard it pressed the water from his chest fur. “Oh! Oh! Ooohhhhh….” A few more joyful squeaks, then she shuddered, moaned, and melted into his arms.

  Holding her as she recovered, he decided he couldn’t ignore his erection much longer. Not with her rubbing her tail back against it in a giggly haze. He considered turning her around and wrapping her legs around his waist, but decided they’d probably tip over. Looking around for options, he spotted an inflatable raft tethered to the dock. He picked her up with ease, carried her wiggling form to the shallows, and bent her over the raft. In the thigh-deep water, he stood, smiling at her exposed rump.

  Legs dangling into the water, she lay across the raft. Her raised tail swayed, drops of lake water falling from its curve like the strings of a harp. She smiled over her shoulder, inviting him to come play. Her voice took on a sultry note. “Like the view?”

  He set a paw on her back, testing the buoyancy of the raft as he caressed her sleek pelt. His free paw closed around his sheath and angled himself between her thighs. Half-hard from the teasing, half-soft from the cold water, he stroked himself against her slit.

  “I want you, Maxie.” The lutrine’s hips rocked back on him. Her dark body stood out against the cheery yellow raft like a cloud against the moon. The heat of her juices clung to the tip of his cock. “I want you inside me…”

  Fully on board with this idea, Max stepped closer, which only bumped the raft away. Even when he managed to grab her slippery hip and pull her against him, figuring out how to sink in from this new angle proved tricky. As his length glanced off her slit and against the edge of the rubber raft, he grunted at the unexpected texture and fumbled at trying to line back up.

  “Let me.” She reached back, wrapped a webbed paw around his girth, and guided him to her welcoming entrance. “There, push in…”

  Easing forward, he sank into her. In the few dozen times they’d had sex, she’d never felt so wet. He’d acclimated to the chill of the water, but it just made her feel that much hotter around him. A shudder of pleasure chased down his shaft, sending a dribble of his juices to mingle with hers. She felt incredible, like warmth and exquisite tightness. She smelled incredible, like years of friendship and nights of passion. He pinned the raft against the dock and pounded harder into her. The raft bobbed, sloshing as he shot another pulse of precum into her depths.

  She reached between her legs, playing with her clit, pressing it against his shaft as it pumped deep inside her. “Are you gonna knot me?”

  He shuddered at her words, teeth set at the pleasure radiating from the warm slide of friction where their naked flesh met. “Want me to?”

  “Mmhm!” With a nod, she bit her lip. Her legs paddled in the water, then wrapped back around his to pull him even deeper. “I really wanna feel it.”

  With a growl of arousal, he bucked harder against her. His knot slipped inside her, sending a rush of bliss through his tense body. Instinct howled at him to do it again, and he obeyed with glee. Each thrust pressed back his sheath and popped his growing knot inside her. She felt tighter and tighter around him, his bulge barely able to fit. A whine of tension escaped through b
ared teeth. Any moment now, he wouldn’t be able to pull back out of her and he knew it. He craved it, craved it with every facet of his being. He thrust harder.

  “Ah yes, Maxie!” Her cheek rocked against her forearms. Squeaks rose from both the otter herself and her paws against the rubber surface as she scrambled for purchase to slam her hips back against his.

  With a paw on either flank, the husky plunged into her, sinking his bulge between her stretched folds for the final time. Whimpering with wonder, he buried his full length in the otter he loved. He wanted to give her everything: his heart, his knot, his now, his forever. His first shot spurted against her walls, followed by another and another, each adding to the luxurious slickness around his cock. Even tied, he thrusted; cool water splashed against his thighs, tightening his balls. Hilted deep in her, his knot throbbed larger, filling her.

  Kylie’s fingers sped against the front of her passage, then shivered as orgasm overtook her. A chittering gasp spilled across the water before she buried her face in the rubber raft with a deep moan. Her passage squeezed his knot tight, wringing into her more pulses of rich canine seed.

  Max’s body trembled as wave upon wave of bliss washed through him. Paws gripping her waist, he ground against her, lips in a silent howl of wonder. His orgasm ebbed, draining his will to stand upright. Kissing the curve of her tail, he slumped atop her, floating in the heady silence of afterglow atop the cheap rubber raft.

  His girlfriend drowsed under him, afloat on satisfied sighs and fading waves. He breathed her scent, mixed with those of the water and the woods. Her body felt as warm under him as it did around his cock, bent over and around the curves of the raft. He wagged. Droplets scattered from his tail to patter the rubber surface.

  In the distance, through his daze, a flicker of moonlight caught his attention. He could’ve sworn he saw the gleam of moonlight on a reptilian head staring back at him. But then he blinked and it was gone, just a ripple spreading over the water. His gaze cast again and again over the surface of the water, but found nothing. The notion of investigating occurred to him, perhaps even in the raft, but, for better and worse, he found himself buried knot-deep in Kylie.