Ottery Christmas Surprise

Story (c) Russet'13
Eidolon (c) Eidolon'13

Moving along the promenade toward the pub Eid pulled his hoody tighter and tried to ignore the chill of the air and the icy wind blowing off the marina. It was starting to rain, drops of water splattering over the already wet ground from the sullen clouds that hung over the town, reflecting the dull orange of the street lights. Hurrying across the road, staggering a bit as cold wind howled all around him Eidolon made his way into the lee of the tall, silent, dark brick building that housed the Holt and Hops public house. Sheltering under the small porch the young otter fumbled in his pockets and hoodie pouch for his keys.  By the time he had the locks undone the rain was pouring down in earnest, soaking through his soft hoodie and slicking down Eidolon's usually fluffy brown head fur. Stumbling hurriedly into the dark bar room the otter used his powerful rudder to push the tall glass and wood door shut. He then relocked it, webbed fingers turning the keys in the lock as the rain pattered heavily against the window panes.

It was dark in the pub; the only light was the harsh orange glow of the street lamps that filtered through the frosted windows that followed the curve of the room. Eid could make a variety of tables, stools and chairs stacked neatly atop them. Glass bottles gleamed behind the bar and the doors through to the smaller, private lounge and backrooms toward the stairs and living quarters where just visible. Padding through to the private lounge bar the otter peeled off his thin hoodie, folding the damp cotton over one arm, exposing his bare torso to the cool chill of the empty pub.  He had to squeeze past the Christmas tree to get to the door and he jumped as the headlights of a passing car made all the tinsel wrapped about the bar and pillars sparkle. Grumbling quietly at himself, playing with the haematite bands around his wrists he moved into the cosy room where Garn entertained friends in private.

"Garn, Joe, Nocu, Vinny? You guys still down here, sorry I'm so late I...." the otter called out as he groped in the dark for the light switch. Looking around in the vane hope that his landlord or his visiting friends were still up Eid jumped and squeaked in alarm as the big plasma screen dominating the far war thrummed into life. It revealed the beanbags that were scattered over the floor and nothing else though there was a very heavy scent in the air that made the otter wrinkle his nose and look around curiously. The room was empty, as he feared everyone had gone to sleep, he was about to curse work for keeping him so late when the TV changed from static to a picture of Garn. The big brown, dreadlock sporting otter was lounging on one of the bean-bags, his fur tousled, damp looking and a very lazy smile on his muzzle as he looked toward the camera.

"Hi Eid, I've programmed this to play when you get in, we got bored of waiting for you and well.... enjoy.... I know I did," he waved a paw and the image changed.

"Oh no..." Eid whimpered, stepping over and sinking onto a beanbag, "You didn't, please tell me.... oh mfffff," he cut off, squirming as he the screen showed him the same room except on the screen it wasn't empty it was full of otters. Otters that were clearly enjoying themselves in a way that only otters could, they all had party hats on, or tinsel draped about their bare shoulders but from the way they were interlocked around each other and from the scattered jumpers, t-shirts and trousers they had been stripping each other for some time.

Closest to the camera was Nocu, the slightly tubby otter had purple fur, green hair and was completely nude, pressing his excitement up against the bulging underpants of the otter he was kissing. Joe was kissing back passionately; the bulky cream and orange furred otter had his arms about Nocu's shoulders. With his fingers laced in Nocus hair Eid watched his pants being pushed down by one of the purple otter's hands, letting his short yet pleasingly thick length slip free of its confining cloth prison. Sprawled on a beanbag just behind them was Garn, easily the tallest otter in the room he still had his kilt on but was otherwise engaged teasing the svelte, ebon furred form of Vinny. He had one paw wrapped about the otter's sheath, stroking his cock to attention whilst his other paw held onto the black otter's t-shirt, keeping it tangled about his head and rendering Vinny's arms useless. Not that it looked like Eid's oldest otter friend really minded from the way he was starting to push his body in against the boss ott's webbed paw.

"You two should really try it," Garn rumbled, his kilt shifting, bulging above his groin as his own shaft stiffened, "It's a real experience." his words had Nocu and Joe break their kiss and dart uncertain glances toward the big guys kilt. Vinny managed to struggle free of his tshirt at last, his own short braids tangled. Biting back a groan as Garn pulled his arms behind his back with his t-shirt the ebony otter also glanced down at the big guys kilt.

"Is it safe?" Vinny ask breathlessly as he ground his cock against the paw holding it, "It seems a bit.... odd."

"Odd yes," Garn murmured, lifting his kilt out of the way, letting his large dick slip free to bob before the trio of otters, "But incredibly hot, you'd love it I promise, Eid must have told you about it."

"Well yeah," Joe murmured, the bulky cream otter leaning forward, nose flaring as he inhaled Garn's scent, "But how does it work? It seems impossible?"

"And is it really safe?" Nocu queried, leaning forwards alongside Joe, enjoying the rich, heavy musk of the larger otter, "It sounds dangerous."

"Oh it is perfectly safe, the club keeps its members safe," Garn replied, tugging firmly on Vinny's arms, forcing him onto his back. The big brown otter then slid off the bean bag to straddle the black otters body, kneeling above his head. Garn then reached out with both hands and ran his webbed fingers over Joe and Nocus muzzles, tilting their eyes down as his shaft leaked pre-cum that splashed atop Vinny's body. "Give it a try, you won't regret it."

"Liar," Eidolon whimpered, squirming and wriggling free of his trousers. Garn hadn't given them all the facts. The enchantment of the club protected its members. His friends didn't belong and if they did it.... groaning and biting his bottom lip the slightly pudgy otter started playing with his sheath as he watched the screen. His friends were saying yes, grinning at each other and leaning forward as Garn moved his hands around to grip the back of their heads.

"What do we have to do?" Nocu asked only to get cut off as Garn pulled their heads down together and thrust forwards with his hips. Two otter snouts collided with the tip of his dick and it opened impossibly wide and with a wet slurp that made Eid moan it started to close about their muzzles. Pre seemed to surge up around Joe and Nocus startled eyes and then warm; wet, thick flesh was engulfing their heads. Slick flesh closed about their necks as they struggled and hugged each other. The bulge in Garn's cock was impossibly big. The outline of two otter heads stretching his shaft as it started to swell and grow bigger, oozing pre over their bodies, squeezing them together and starting to drag them down into his oversized dick. Joe and Nocu's arms where being forced down by their sides and as they wriggled and squirmed. Eidolons eyes were drawn to their cocks as they hung low and hard, drooling pre-cum as they wriggled and humped the air eagerly. The otters were clearly enjoying themselves and he couldn't blame them, Garn's dick was good. The hot, wringing flesh, the powerful, potent pre cum soaking fur and flooding your senses, it was amazing. Every breath, every swallow saw some of it slide down your throat which only kicked your libido into over-drive.

Groaning in pleasure Eid stared at the screen, pawing himself off eagerly as he watched their bodies slide deeper and deeper into the boss ott. Garn's cock seemed to grow larger, flesh and pre creeping along Joe and Nocu, devouring them, slurping them up unrelentingly until the big brown otter's dick was lying atop poor Vinny's body. It was as long and thick as the boys now stuffed inside of it and it bulged and rippled with their outlines as they squirmed, humped and wriggled back and forth eagerly inside.

Vinny had to be aware of what was happening, even with his head stuffed under Garn's rump he'd managed to wrap his arms and legs about that full ottery cock and he was eagerly humping the warm flesh as he nuzzled and licked Garn's arse. Eid could just make out his muzzle buried between otter rump cheeks. If not for the strength of his rudder holding him up Garn would have sat down and engulfed Vinny's head whilst the big boss ott had been happily distracted by the boys squirming into his dick. Now however the big otter finally seemed to register the warm feeling of otter tongue rasping over his rump and he settled lower. He pressed down atop Vinny with his rump and his squirming, pre leaking and very stuffed cock and called out to the ott beneath him.

"Press up and in Vinny, more 'n one way into this otter ya know... that way is just as much fun."

That was all the encouragement the dark furred otter needed; he pushed his hands down on the floor and pushed up. Eid saw his shoulders come up off the floor and a look of intense bliss bloom on Garn's muzzle as his arse started to spread around the invading otter muzzle. Rubbing up and down atop his cock he started to lean backwards, panting heavily as Vinny began to squirm, slide and slip up into his arse. He was the trimmest otter in the room and Garn didn't appear to be having any trouble squeezing him into his rump. Lifting his cock up, supporting it with both hands the big otter smirked at the camera, running his paws up and down his passengers as Vinny's legs and arms slithered and twisted up under his arse and started to bulge out his stomach. Rubbing and pawing himself harder, faster Garn waited until Vinny was half gone before wrapping both of his hands around the tip of his dick, squeezing and pushing Joe and Nocu down. For a moment their wriggling bodies stayed still but then slowly at first but rapidly picking up speed they started to slide down toward the base of that massively engorged otter cock.

Eidolon squeaked and spread his legs, pawing at his cock and panting, he knew what was about to happen. What had in fact happened to his friends hours ago. It was arousing, it was wicked and gooey and permanent! The bulging outline of Nocu and Joe's heads passed beyond the base of Garn's cock and their bodies suddenly started to spasm and twitch uncontrollably. Pre gushed from the tip of that huge shaft as it started to shrink, following the descending shape of that pair of otters as they seemed to slither, slide, and slip through the base of the otters shaft and swell his nuts. They were the size of oranges by the time the last hints of Joe and Nocu had drained away, they had literally melted. Passing the point of no return to flood into Garn's balls as a hefty load of otter flavoured cream. Joe and Nocu were gone but Garn wasn't finished, he still had Vinny to deal with. As Eid continued to watch the fate that had befallen his friends he carried on pawing himself off, holding onto the edge as the big otter leant forward to kneel with his arse pointed toward the camera.

Vinny was nearly all gone, the black otter's feet kicking in the air as he humped, squirmed and wriggled his way deeper into Garn's rump. The boss ott's gut hung low, a rounded, distended bulk of squirming flesh and as Vinny's knees slid inside the outline of his face pressed out. An expression of intense pleasure was on his muzzle as his squirming outline stiffened and twitched as the black otter reached his limit and blew his load deep inside the big otter's bowels. Eid watched as his feet slipped inside, the black otter was packed and curled and twisted deep inside the boss otter and with barely a pause Garn glanced back at the camera and winked before clenching tightly. The walls of warm flesh that had moments before been stretchy and yielding to the otter inside him suddenly contracted. For a brief moment Vinny was outlined, his expression become one of alarm before his body flattened out, squished, transmuted, changed and compacted into something much more compact and sticky.

Falling onto his back, kicking his legs out before him Eidolon lifted his rump off the floor, pawing heavily, driving himself toward orgasm as he imagined what it must have felt like. He froze, staring at the shape that loomed out of the darkness, standing tall above his head. The smaller otter had no idea how long Garn had been there but he was nude and hadn't been idle. In the light from the TV the swift motion of his paw drew Eidolon's breathless gaze to the otter's big cock and he had time to squeeze his eyes shut as a torrent or warm, wet, gooey, creamy spunk was purposefully splattered all over his chest and stomach. It was rich with the scent and taste of otter, the slippery, slimy mess splashing and squishing through his fur as he wriggled and rubbed it in.

"Can... can I cum?" Eid asked, getting a jet of otter spunk in his mouth for his trouble.

"Yes, of course," Garn rumbled, riding out his orgasm, coating Eidolon's cock and balls and webbed hands in spunk, "I think youve earnt it."

" I... oh Gawd...." Eid moaned, cutting off with a whimper, staring up at the big otter as he moved in the dark, thick, warm jets coating his body as Garn let his friends out to say hi. Eid let his body rock back and forth into the slick, gooey, creamy mess until with a deep, eager ottery bark he finally indulged himself and let go.

Slick, warm jets of otter cream broke free to add itself to the cum covering his stomach. Minutes seemed to pass though Eid was sure his orgasm couldn't have been that long, not really. But the rush of endorphins, the tingling feeling of completeness coupled with the lingering fact that he'd just enjoyed the last, sticky moments of his friends all left him feeling rather squirmy.

"Well..." Garn chuckled softly, stepping away from his messy friend, "That was fun; you need to invite friends round more often."

Wiping his paw on the carpet and shyly squirming Eid looked through the gloom cast by the television and shook his head, "I'm going to run out of friends from back home at this rate."

Moving toward the door the big guy waved his tail, "Nonsense, sooner or later someone will pick the right entrance and pass their initiation... see you upstairs... after you clean up."

Chuckling fondly the big guy left the room leaving Eid lying there, blushing in the dark as he let his mind dwell on what had happened to his friends. How their innocent playtime, the firm reassurance of the boss otter had led them to a permanent, gooey end. Groaning as he felt his cock starting to stir back to life Eid reached for the remote control, there was still some life left in all this mess....

~fin