Wingo Water World

It was a scorcher of a day, one of those ones where even the wind felt hot and offered no respite from the relentless heat, a large dark furred wingo lay in a suburban backyard sprawled out in the shade, his hind legs and tail laid out into the small creek that flowed through all the back yards on the block, even the flowing water felt hot to his paws and tail as it swirled against his pads and through his fur, he panted heavily with his eyes squinted shut wishing to be anywhere else preferably cooler, or that his owners would get home from the shops and let him into the air-conditioned house.

His ears perk up and his eyes open as he feels something brush against his paws, shifting his head he looks over his shoulder to the creek behind him to see a tiny little otter looking back at him from the rippling water. the otters blue glowing eyes cause the wingo to tilt his head for a moment, curious and mesmerised. The wingo feels his predatory instincts niggling at the back of his head but he feels far too hot to bother with the effort of pouncing at the otter. 
‘boy you sure look quite hot~’ the little otter says with an adorably squeaky voice, the wingo just rolls his eyes. 
‘gee I wonder why pant Maybe cause it is yiffing hot pant’ 
the otter gives a squeaky chuckle, a big grin across his muzzle as his tail swishes about keeping him in place in the flow of the stream 
‘if your interested I know how you can cool down!~’ squeaks the otter while swimming in tight circles grabbing for his own ruddery tail, to this the wingo just rolls his eyes again 
‘I’m not jumping in the water if that’s your idea pant its almost hotter than out here’ 
the otter stops chasing his tail and swims up to the wingo, grabbing onto the large canine tail to stop himself being swept down stream. 
‘oh no no that’s not it at all!, you just wait right there and I will be right back!’ the otter lets go of the large tail and heads off up stream, his sleek body slicing through the water with ease, following the edge where the current reverses letting him travel effortlessly, the wingo just shakes his head and goes back to panting, thinking to himself how odd otters were.

A few minutes later the large canine flicks his ears back as he hears a splashing sound behind him, opening his eyes looking back over his shoulder again he sees the little otter with odd blue glowing eyes, paws and mouth once more only now out of the water scurrying up to the wingo before dropping a few pink almost transparent berries onto the ground in-front of him. 
‘here eat these! They really help to lower your body temperature and they make your mouth and throat feel all cool and fresh hehe!~’ the otter bounces around squeaking a bit while the wingo looks from the berries to the otter and back to the berries suspiciously. 
‘how do I know your not just trying to get rid of one more predator..’ he growls suspiciously between pants, the tiny otter shaking his head side to side rapidly spraying a bit of water about and making his fur stand up. 
‘no no you just looked like your really hot and I just wanna help you feel cooler I swear! I promise after eating those berries you will feel cooler inside and out! See look’ 
the otter grabs one of the 3 berries and pops it into his maw making a little gulp sound and a shift of his gullet before shrugging and picking up the remaining 2 berries and holding them up to the wingo, his muscular tail swishing back and forth over the leaves making them rustle.

The large canine pulls his head away for a moment, eyeing those berries then eyeing the big eyed twitching otter before sighing and deciding any chance of feeling cooler was one he wanted to take right now. Lowering his head down to the otter he laps his tongue out and draws the berries into his maw, giving them a few chews but finding them tasting rather bitter he swiftly gulps them down and gives his head a shake sticking his tongue out, waiting a few moments he looks down at the grinning otter and lets out a soft growl. 
‘my tongue and mouth don’t feel cooler at all they jusph pheel tinglyf’ he lays his ears back as he feels himself loosing control of his tongue and voice, odd tingling sensations starting to wash over his body as he tries to get up from where he was laying only to have his muscles shudder sending him flopping back down onto his side, his eyes looking around with panic as he suddenly can only manage to twitch his muscles slightly and move his eyes, his eyes focusing onto the little grinning otter as it pads up to his face, opening its tiny jaws to reveal the pink berry still perfectly intact and shiny before spitting it out. 
‘daww what’s wrong? is the big wuffy all hot and tired?~ don’t worry, I promised I would help you cool down and I always keep my promises!’ the otter chirps and squeaks as it prances off towards the house in-front of the wingo. 

After about a minute of struggling and twitching unable to even turn his head to see what the otter was up to the dark furred canine begins to panic as his body temperature rises. unable to pant now with his breathing gentle and automatic he begins to feel hotter and hotter until his ears are greeted by a familiar squeak filling him with both relief and dread. 
‘im back!~’ 
He shifts his eyes in time to see the otter backing up towards him dragging the garden hose off the hose reel with him, the tip folded over in his small paws to stop the water being released everywhere, with a grin the otter gives the hose one last tug giving the line some slack behind him, padding close to the wingo he grins and lets go of his grip of the tip with one paw while pointing the hose at the wingo with the other, the tip instantly unfolding releasing a torrent of water all over the paralysed wolf dingo hybrid, the wingos eyes widening with panic as at first the water feels almost burning hot from the hose being in the sun all day heating up the water within, but soon the stream of water rapidly cools down then almost feels cold thanks to flowing through the underground pipes to the house, the wingo starts to actually enjoy his rather undignified and random hosing down before the otter kinks the end of the hose once more. 
‘there! All cooled down on the outside like I said~’ a big mischievous grin spreading across his tiny lips as he begins to approach the wingo making the canine feel a hint of fear. 
‘but I’m pretty sure I said you would be cooled down somewhere else too! And like I said I never break my promises!’ the giggling otter then begins to drag the hose past the wingos face and heads lower down his body making him want to jump up and run away from the thought of what the otter may be about to do, his muscles still merely twitched at his attempts to do just that, fully out of his control.

The mischievous otter licks his lips as he drags the hose between the wingos legs, the large canine still laying in his sprawled out position from before exposing the tip of his sheath nicely to the little otter, pressing his face forewords he sniffs at those black moist looking sheath lips before giving that sheath tip a gentle lick with his little tongue making the wingo pause his attempts to struggle, a look of confusion in his eyes before surprise as the otter pushes his sleek, damp muzzle up against those dark lips, slowly letting them spread around his nose while lapping with his tongue, pushing a little harder forcing his muzzle and face to slip inside the canines sheath followed by his head surrounding the cheerful otter with warm, moist musky flesh while creating a nice bulge at the sheaths tip.
the wingo twitches as he feels the otters whiskers and chin rubbing against the side of his cock but the otter doesn’t stop there as he pulls the bent hose tip forewords with his paws and shoves that slowly into the wingos sheath along with the otters front legs then shoulders, his back legs now scrabbling on the ground as the otters upper torso slowly squirms and sinks into that large grey sheath making a visible squirming bulge in it, the tiny otter curling around that cock as he pulls himself deeper with one paw tugging at the wingos cock, draging the otters rump into that sheath too, his face now pressing up behind the wingos knot up against the back wall of the musky sheath, with a grin in the hot moist darkness of the wingos delicate special place the otters tail which is now all that’s left sticking outside, the otters tail tip then wraps around the canines sheath tip and the base of the otters own tail within and hose sealing the sheath shut.

During all this the wingo can only just look into the distance feeling so many conflicting emotions as pleasure and discomfort and anger and joy all mix into one, his cock giving a slight twitch as it swells a little from the pressure and sensations of the otter rubbing against his cock before twitching and swelling again. The tiny otter feels his little cubby hole growing tighter and decides its time to let go of the hose tip completely, instantly the wingos sheath fills with cold water, swelling it and pushing the walls out away from his cock, the otter looks around inside his growing water filled cubby hole, his glowing eyes lighting up the walls and cock making him let out a few bubbles and a happy squeak from the lovely and interesting view, he shifts himself up to one of the tightly swollen sheath and rubs at the fleshy wall, feeling it grow more and more taught, lots of water escaping between his tail and the hose unable to make a very good seal with his not overly flexible tail tip but its enough to cause the wingos sheath to balloon out to its maximum size, the bulge of the otter vanishing completely inside the fuzzy water balloon. 

The otter suddenly relaxes his tail letting all the water and the hose suddenly gush out of the wingos sheath sending the otter a foot away on a tiny wave of water giggling and squirming about, the hose flailing around as it blasts water everywhere and smacks against the wingos chest, hopping up while still joyfully chirping the otter quickly scurries over to the hose and once more bends the end shut to stop the flow of water. 
‘hehehe that sure was fun! Altho….’ he looks down at the wingos groin, somewhere along the line his cock had grown fully hard and when his sheath was released it must have slipped up behind his knot while all stretched leaving his shiny red rocket fully exposed and throbbing 
‘I guess that still counts as cooling you outside now!’ the otter scurries over to the cock draging his hose with him sending a wave of fear through the wingo, the otter taking the tip into his tiny muzzle, letting a hot squirt of pre bulge his cheeks before gulping it down.
‘mmm tasty and salty~’ the otter squeaks with a murr while he slowly turns around and drags the hose back to the wingos face causing the canine to feel relief that at least his tip was saved from that large looking hose.

The otter scoots right up to the wingos face, looking down into his eyes with a mischievous grin, the wingo eyes still hazed with some pleasure from his still throbbing cock suddenly sharpen with fear at that look. 
‘open wide~’ the otter nearly whispers making the wingos eyes widen with terror.
The otter tucks the hose under his front leg against his sleek body keeping the tip folded then reaches his other arm down, shoving that little paw under the wingos black lips feeling those sharp deadly teeth now harmless. gripping one of the wingos lower fangs he yanks at it and slowly pries the wingos jaws open making his tongue flop down onto the leaves, drool dripping from the wingos teeth as his body still salivates due to the heat, the drool meant to coat his tongue while he pants and cools off with however now it all just collects on the leaves below, chirping happily the little otter begins to climb into the wingos open jaws, the large canines eyes looking about with horror wondering what on earth the otter could be up to as it rubs its face over his tongue and lips letting him taste the slightest hint of his own musky sheath, pre and member, the otter continues to climb into the wingos jaws pulling that hose with him until most of his little body is fully inside the wingos jaws, he takes a step further and looks to his left down the wingos throat, peering down into the darkness creating his own light from his glowing eyes letting the otter see the tunnel before him, he lets out a little happy high pitch squeak at the sight, his own little otter cock beginning to slide from his sheath and press up against the wingos gums, the otter squints his eyes feeling the air being drawn in around his body and face before gushing back out blasting him with moist hot air causing his whiskers to wiggle.
‘would you look at what I found? What an interesting looking cave to go spurlunking in!’ the otter says with a chuckle, his muffled words sounding to the wingo as if they are coming from inside his head cause a shiver to run down his spine.
‘better hold your breath!’ the otter squeaks with a grin before putting his hind paws up against the wingos fangs and pushes off against them shoving his head into the wingos gullet making the wingo squint his eyes shut unable to do anything to stop the otter as the otters head slides into his throat blocking his airway, the canines attempts to push the otter out with his tongue or to close his jaws only makes the muscles twitch slightly. The otter pushes a little more sliding his shoulders into the wingos gullet, his head now in that flexing moist throat, he can feel the wingos lungs attempting to suck in air and exhale it tugging and pushing at him before the canines body realises there’s something blocking his throat and begins to flex those muscular walls around the otter, tight clenching muscles contracting in rings down over the neck and head of the otter making the little mammal shiver and squeak happily as he’s drawn a little further into the wingos throat making it bulge and squirm with his small bulk, his cock swelling more as those slick walls rub and flex against his fur causing the little blue glowing member to press up against the wingos tongue, the otters tail disappearing into the wingos mouth leaving nothing but the hose outside, slowly sliding into his muzzle looking almost like some kind of lazy slow tentacle from some porn. 

squirming and wriggling the otter slowly sinks further and further into the wingos gullet aided by the contracting swallowing walls. thanks to his big glowing grin and eyes he’s able to watch the contractions as they shift down away from him into the wingos body, the canines airway shut off opening up the way to his stomachs sphincter, continuing his squirming aided by the contractions around him the bulge in the wingos throat wiggles and shifts further and further down until it begins to sink into his chest, the bulge in his upper neck disappearing. 
The wolf dingo is in full panic mode at the moment as the carbon dioxide in his lungs starts to build up making them burn a little, looking around wildly while he feels that most uncomfortable sensation of the little otter lodged in his throat slowly crawling and being swallowed deeper and deeper.

Soon the otter is surrounded by the deep thumping of the wingos heart making him smile and rub a paw against the flexing moist wall around him, watching the visible blood vessels swell and shrink slightly in time with the beat around him, the tunnel growing tighter as he sees the stomach sphincter getting closer,  his rump pushing past the wingos airway letting it open up once more, the wingo exhaling in what could almost have sounded like a sigh of relief however each breath after sounded the same as each breath wheezed up around the otters tail and the hose still down his throat, the wingo was in-fact far from relieved as he wished to pant to both cool himself and catch his breath but is forced to make do with his bodies own laboured slow breathing as if he were asleep, at this point the otter has now reached the wingos stomach sphincter licking his lips he pushes his muzzle up against it feeling it relax and spread open at the touch, the otter pushing his paws and the hose into the cavity beyond gripping the inside edge for leverage before pulling himself through slowly, suddenly with the help of a strong contraction of the wingos throat the rest of his body slips inside the wingos stomach with a slurp making the hose slither into the wingos muzzle rapidly then stop, this does however cause the wingo some relief as the tight sensation inside his chest suddenly lessens leaving him with a slightly full sensation in his stomach and of-course the still most uncomfortable sensation of the hose all the way down his throat into his stomach. 

the otter looks around with a bit of a frown seeing a few chunks of kibble floating around before letting go of the kink in the hose slightly letting a trickle of water flow into the wingos belly, a sudden cold sensation spreading inside the wingos stomach making his eyes open wide but that sensation quickly fades as the quick spurt of water heats up, the otter only diluting the contents of the wingos stomach a little before it gives him a rash, at this point the wingo is sure that the otter was suicidal and probably already dead from lack of air, mostly now just worried about how long till he can gain control of himself enough to pull that hose out and worrying what would happen if it were to start filling his stomach with water, the otter however was perfectly fine, being an aquatic mammal after all he could hold his breath for a long time, this news arriving to the wingo as he feels that tight feeling in his chest return, to the otter pushing his head back up through the wingos stomach entrance spreading that tight sphincter till it snaps shut around his neck and the hose 
‘hey big guy! Learn to chew your food damnit!’ the otter shouts followed by a stream of cheerful chirping laughter leaving the wingo wishing nothing more than to take the otters advice and chew the little creature into mush. 
once the otter finishes his chuckle he looks back up the tunnel in-front of him able to see light refracting in from the wingos open jaws, also able to catch his breath easily 
‘Im about to finish my promise by the way, gonna make you feel nice and cool~ inside and out!~’ the otters head suddenly slurps back into the wingos stomach, squirming about inside, feeling around with his paws making the wingo want to squirm from the strange sensations of the otter shifting about within him and feeling those paws rubbing at his stomach walls, the otter swiftly finds what he’s looking for and with a grin grabs the kinked hose with both paws and shoves it through the exit from the wingos stomach making the wingos eyes widen as he feels the strange sensation, the canines eyes opening even wider as the otter pushes the hose deeper then lets go of it causing it to open up and release its pent up cold water straight into the canines bowels, the otter pulls his paws back into the stomach and grips the hose, sliding it a bit further into the wingos bowels to make sure it stays there before squiring about to push his head back into the wingos throat ‘see! Bet your insides are starting to feel REAL cool!’ he shouts with a giggle, the wingo however is not seeing too much humour in the situation at the moment as he feels his insides begin to swell with water as it rapidly inflates his intestines with the cold tight sensation, feeling the tight cold sensation shift deeper and deeper down his body following the twists and turns pushing the remains of his previous days meals with it leaving behind a pristine inflated tunnel, his upper belly beginning to bulge slightly.
regaining slight body movement the large canine can only squirm and let out a muffled whimper as the tight, bloated cold sensation curves and zigzags its way further and further down before suddenly pushing up against his pucker from within, the pressure building up against that  muscular  ring causing the chamber just within to swell and push against his prostate causing his cock to twitch and spurt some pre, his pucker can only hold back the torrent for a few moments before the tight clenching ring gives up and releases the pent up pressure into the creek with a wet splashing sound.

the otter had been waiting and grinning with his head in the wingos throat, hearing the muffled whines and feeling the wingo squirm around him, hearing the gurgling sounds of the waters advance through his current homes bowels, only able to imagine all the odd sensations that must be flowing through the wingos insides, his grin widening as he pops back into the wingos belly about to make one more strange sensation for the wingo to enjoy, feeling he’s waited long enough for his fur to not get messed up he follows the hose down to the exit of the wingos stomach and spreads it with his paws causing a flow of cool clear water to flow up into the otters face, slowly inflating the wingos belly a little, quickly the otter shoves himself through that sphincter squirming and pulling until his whole body slips through, gripping onto the hose tip he looks down at the clear water and the stretched pink fleshy walls before and around him, all tinted blue from his own natural glowing, the only motion visible is the slight fluttering of the walls as the clear cool water flows past, with a grin the otter shoves off, delving down into the stream of water, his bulk a bit larger than the stretched intestines causing the water to build up behind him for a moment causing the wingo to whine from the tight sensation growing in his belly before the otter slips forewords, squirming and grinning wildly as the water swiftly slides him down the wingos intestines, eyes wide as he watches the vein covered walls slide past him as they wrap around his body conforming to his shape, sliding and rubbing over his rock hard cock and balls making him shiver.
The otter twists his body around as he goes through each curve and bend on the best water-slide imaginable, from the outside the bulge of the otter can be seen appearing along the surface changing directions occasional as he slithers through the wingos bowels before sinking back into the wingos body then appears again, the walls suddenly grow looser around the otter as he realises he must now be in the wingos large intestines, feeling slightly disappointed that the ride is almost over, after one last bend suddenly the glow of his eyes and grinning mouth gets taken over by the light of the outside world shining through the wingos spread rear from the water, the otters face suddenly pushed up against the inside edge of that tight ring.
pushing against the wingos fleshy walls right against his throbbing prostate with one paw, the otter grins as he stops himself from leaving just yet by pushing his back against the fleshy wall behind him, his hind paws also pressing against the soft yet taught walls, the water pressure building up behind him making the wingo whimper once more in both pleasure and discomfort, the otter brings his free paw down to his glowing blue cock and begins to furiously rub at it, thanks to all the rubbing of those fleshy walls against his prick on the way down it only takes a few seconds for the otter to twitch and spasm, spurts of cloudy glowing blue cum leaving his tip making the water glow a little around him, as the otter climaxes his arm grows weak causing him to suddenly slurp from the canines rear into the creek followed by a gush of water, surfacing again the otter shakes his head off and looks back at the wingo, getting ready to climb back out and have another go down that most fun of water-slides only to see what could only be the wingos owners standing over their pet, beholding the hose going in one end of their dog and water flowing out the other end into the creek while he lays there with a throbbing bonner spurting cloudy watery canine jizz all over his own damp belly, the otter hearing the two owners say in unison ‘what the fu-’ before his head slips back under the water to swim away, grinning to himself, thinking that he would definitely have to pay the canine another visit some day.

the wingo feeling a surge of relief as his owners arrive and turn the hose off before pulling the hose from his mouth, pulling it out slowly then faster with a look of shock on their faces at how much keeps coming, the water still trickling from his rear, regaining more control of himself he slowly sits up and stares down the creek in the direction the otter had gone with a glare before grinning a little, his cock still throbbing hard and spurting his seed, somehow feeling that otter squirm its way all the way through him turned him on immensely and that push against his prostate at the end was all he needed to push him over the edge 
‘well… I sure do feel cooler now I guess...’ he muses, his tail giving a little swish in the water.

The End