“What a night! Ever been to a beach party stacked like this one?”

You have to strain to hear Brook. Part of that is because the crashing of the midnight waves adds constant white noise, but the other part is because Brook doesn’t even top a foot tall. You hold out your towel for them and they dive in. You lose them in the billowy fabric, before they poke their head out and chirp at you.

“I wouldn’t mind a chance to sit down and chat. You were telling me about your friend from the party before the swim?”

“I was, wasn’t I? You’d like them.” You regale them with stories as you retire to a stony outcropping not far from the sandy beach. The rock has seen so many backsides that its top is polished smooth.

Brook chirps as you set down the towel and leaps to your lap. They sit on one thigh and idly kick their stubby legs against your opposite leg as they listen. They’re warm on your lap, and as you begin to dry you can feel their paws pressing against your swim trunks.

You try to continue with your stories, but you have to admit that your new otter friend is having an effect on you. They chirp in laughter as you finish a story, but before you can work up any headway in the next, they stand on your lap and put their hands on your belly.

“Hey, um, I can’t help but notice that your lap, uh…” They start, trailing off as you realize they’ve noticed.

“I’m so sorry. It’s just—you know, a good party, some nice exercise out in the water, and the pleasant company.” You put your hands on your swim trunks self-consciously.

The otter puts their hands on yours and smiles up at you. “It’s okay. Really, I don’t mind. Actually, I was gonna ask. Don’t suppose you’d like to… You know.”

“You sure? Big lug like me doesn’t seem the type for a sexy little otter like you.” You pull at their tiny tail between two of your fingers.

The little otter squirms at your tail tug, and you feel them lean in to rub against your belly. Little hands stroke up from your navel, and their tiny paw-feet tap-tap-tap on your thighs. “I was hoping you’d say yes. You’re really hot. And big. I think I might have had a crush on you all day.” Brook’s face is adorable when they fold their ears back in eager embarrassment.

“I’m flattered! But that said, I’m not sure what I can do for you, little buddy. We are a little different, you know.”

“Don’t you worry about me.” They assure you. “I’d just love to get the chance to explore you. If you don’t mind?”

“Mind?” You laugh, and Brook hops their little feet over your legs as you shuffle to free the backside of your swim trunks. The little otter hops back a few paces as the trunks finally free themselves over your knees and flop down to your ankles. Now fully exposed, Brook lets out an excited chirp and dives in between your legs to—as they called it—explore.

You feel soft paws pushing at your anatomy as you try to free your trunks from your ankles before they hit the sand. You stop halfway through as the otter finds someplace sensitive, and their entire body slides in to rub against it. Oh, that’s novel. Frotting has always seemed so tame to you compared to all the other fun you could be having, but it’s definitely a different experience when it’s someone’s entire body getting into the act.

You’re not sure how long’s passed as you feel nimble little hands push at your sensitive entrance, and with the otter’s naturally slick fur, you can feel the slender digits begin to slip. “Whoah, hold a second. I’m not sure.”

“Not going to do anything you don’t want me to.” Brook’s head lays on one of your thighs as their hands play with you. “But I’ve always wondered what it felt like inside.”

“Mmm, I guess hands are okay. Just be careful.” You lay back to give them access.

“I don’t mean just hands. I mean all the way inside.”

You lift your head again and give them an appraising glance. Huh. They’re not actually all that tall, and they’re pretty skinny. You’ve taken thicker dicks than them before, to be honest, and now that they mention it, you’re starting to wonder what they would feel like inside, too.

“I guess. Just be careful, for both of us, right?”

The otter lets out another excited chirp and disappears from view entirely. You jump as the first hand slips inside, and you can feel tiny fingers pressing at your inner walls. Tiny whiskers tickle your outer anatomy for only a moment before you can feel Brook’s slender muzzle pressing to your entrance. You breathe out, relaxing for them as their naturally slippery fur helps them push inwards. If you thought the previous frotting felt new, the squirming otter head that pushes up and inside feels truly unique, especially once it’s followed only seconds later by the upper half of Brook’s wriggling body. Hands reach out and push at your walls as they curl and bend.

The otter’s whippy tail slaps against your inner thighs as you feel their legs pull upwards against your entrance. You lay back and just enjoy the sensation as your new companion presses buttons within you didn’t even know you had. Ecstasy crashes over you in just moments as the otter squirms within, and as you start to make a sticky mess of everything south of the otter-line, it occurs to you that if you’d told yourself about Brook this morning, nothing could have convinced you that you’d be where you are now, blissed out and squirming in peak as a tiny otter slides around inside you.

Story by Kandrel
Artwork by Mystik