Tropical - Chapter Five
"right, of course you did," rye mocked the white otter. "if that's so then i claim to be the better diver." "nope, i'm still better," cloud playfully and stubbornly said. "so what am i better at then?" "fetching apples." rye and cloud laughed.
Chapter 6: Rebirth as a Persona-user
The coach is a rare white otter that is so tall for one of his species that he was close to the headmaster's height....but, still, that wasn't the reason he was coach: he was one of few furs who can defeat me in a swimming race.
Chapter 6- Rebirth as a Persona-User
The coach is a rare white otter that is so tall for one of his species that he was close to the headmaster's height....but, still, that wasn't the reason he was coach: he was one of few furs who can defeat me in a swimming race.
Autumn Woods - Chapter Ten
A moment after rye gave the white otter one of the controllers, the doorbell rang.
Autumn Woods - Chapter Five
Rye was resting sleepily, with his ear against cloud's chest, listening to his heartbeat, thinking about how much he loved the white otter when the last traces of sunlight faded away and were
Tropical - Chapter Fourteen
Rye didn't wake up cloud, but instead he kept his arms tight around the white otter and waited for him to wake up. after a few minutes, rye started to gently stroke cloud's fur being very careful not to wake him.
Tropical Revised - Chapter Five
"don't fall behind," said rye, glancing at the white otter. "you might get lost." in front of the otters, lay a large staircase. "i won't," responded cloud, sticking close on rye's tail while they ascended the stairs.
Autumn Woods - Chapter Four
The white otter played with the ipod and turned on some music. it was no more than ten minutes later when rye was parking the car along the beach.
Spiral Nebula - Chapter 25 Part Two
"i like it," answered the brown and white otter. "i suppose it's an otter thing. it would seem that this fish has a thing for playing with me while i try to catch it too.
Tropical - Chapter Six
The white otter followed rye out the doors. "yeah, sure. i still say it was my obvious skill." rye laughed and then unlocked his car for them to get in. he started driving down the road, still discussing the laser games they played at the pool.
An Otter Fetish Club
Thick jets of creamy white otter seed sprayed through the grill, coating the moogle's face, neck and chest as well as robin's muzzle, the otter grinding his hard on against tsumi's rump.
Tropical Revised - Chapter Three
The white otter reappeared, this time with clothes on. "sorry about that," he apologized. "it smells like the beach out here." "i just boiled some clams," rye remarked. "come eat. i think i'm going to have a quick rinse myself before i eat.