"Hon!" Benjamin gasped, cheeks reddening more. "Right here? On the couch?"

Michael lowered his muzzle to the boy he straddled for a deep kiss, paws rubbing up under the husky's shirt. "It's our house, isn't it?"

"Y, yeah, but maybe somewhere more...mmph!" He was cut off by a squeeze on his pup tent. "Ohhhhhh..." he moaned. Michael's squeeze on him was most pleasurable and made his head fuzzy enough to forget what he was trying to say. All he could think about was that big strong paw kneading on his balls and sheath. He arched his crotch up into the paw, eyes closed, letting his otterfox have anything he wanted.

"Right here is just fine, don't you think?" Michael's deep voice purred as he fondled his boyfriend, the soft parts inside the boy's shorts growing firm.

Laying there trapped between the thick comfortable linen cushions and Michael's muscular legs around his hips, Benjamin was in heaven. The heavy otter tail laid over him twitched and he couldn't help but pant and nod weakly as he looked up at his lover. The husky tried to lift his paws to unbuckle the belt of his shorts, but a caramel colored paw laid over his.

"Mmmm, allow me." Paws going to Ben's belt, he pulled it tight to release the catch, then let it go slack, next slipping the button of the denim shorts from its slot and pulled the zipper down. Beneath the shorts Benjamin was wearing today was a pair of light blue boxer briefs with the word Woof! printed in many different colors. He smiled as the freed sheath poked upwards. "Woof indeed!"

The husky blushed a bright red, his own paws trembling as they undid Michael's belt. "You like them?"

He leaned down to deliver a warm whiskery kiss to the bulging tent lodged in the 'v' of Ben's open shorts. "I've always loved your underwear. But I love you no matter what you're wearing. You're always cute, you know."

That kiss on his crotch made Benjamin shudder, his loins straining at the cloth, aching, but nothing like how his muzzle ached for his lover's cock. With the heat of Michael's kiss fading, Benjamin wanted to tell Michael how much he loved him, how much he loved how he looked, how he smelled, how he loved the way Michael treated him. But all he could do was lay limply and pant and look hungrily at his boyfriend's body.

Ben had always admired how Michael dressed, and never more so than now. He loved how classy and unrumpled Michael looked even after their nine hour drive to Endra. The adult otterfox was still in his regular day clothes: a brilliantly white shirt, red silk tie, black slacks and...he smiled. It wasn't often that he saw Michael without shoes on so seeing the otterfox's partially webbed toes spread and their rough black pads was a real treat. At a glance he saw that the perfectly shined onyx shoes and accompanying black socks had been abandoned beside the door before the pounce.

Reaching up, Ben started to tug at the snug professional knot in the otterfox's tie, slowly loosening it. No matter how much he liked Michael's clothing, right now they were an impediment to what they both wanted. It was tough working with the tie because Michael's heavy paws slid up under his t-shirt again, ruffling through the white and gray fur that bordered his sides. The husky moaned, the movements sending waves of pleasure through his body. He kept picking at the crimson knot against Michael's white furry throat and it finally slipped free, allowing the tie to slither down to the floor. His paws trembled as they fumbled for the top button of Michael's dress shirt. "God, I love it when you touch me, hon. You have no idea how good it feels."

"Not as good as it feels to touch you, I bet," Michael breathed. A smile stretched the corners of his muzzle, his foxy triangular ears standing erect as his swelling loins rubbed against Benjamin's. He was still amazed at how easily the boy attracted him; Ben wasn't quite thirteen and yet his body was so beautiful.

Benjamin was heavily built, inheriting the strong bones and feral wolf hind-paws of his mother. In his facial features Michael could see the genes of both noble wolf and striking husky mixing. From his father he'd gotten his compact muscle, gray and white coat, fluffy tail and cute puppy belly that had never gone away. Michael couldn't resist petting Ben's rounded stomach, burying his paws in its fluff. He looked down into the gray and white face grinning up at him and found himself getting lost in the boy's steel-gray eyes.

Michael wuffled quietly as Ben unbuttoned his shirt, each one popping free faster than the one before. "Didn't you have something to say about my tail?"

"Don't you know?" Benjamin gasped as a wave of pent up otterfox musk rolled over him from Michael's naked chest fur. As fastidious as Michael was he couldn't hide such a masculine scent this late in the day. Ben took deep breaths, paws next fondling the tail button-over of Michael's slacks. "I think it's one of your best parts." He slipped the large button out of its loop and the slacks' back parted, exposing the otterfox's dark red boxers. "I've always liked it, how..." Ben ran his paws deep through the thick sleek otter fur that covered Michael's tail and even followed it inside the adult's boxers. "Rrrrrrrf! ...how thick and sexy it looks on you." With finger pads rubbing the thick muscles at the otter-tail's base, his ears flicked backwards. "I've always liked heavy tails and yours is the best there is. I like it a lot and wouldn't have you any other way."

Michael moaned; the sensations coming from his rump rippled wonderfully strong shivers down his tail. "Know what I like?" He shrugged out of his shirt, folding it twice and laying it down with his tie. "I like how soft and warm your fur is. You're very handsome in it, and I think I need to see some more of it, don't you?" He gripped the bottom of Ben's shirt and smoothly pulled it up over the husky's head, and with Benjamin raising his arms, slipped it completely off; this too he folded and set atop of his own. The boy's lush coat of granite gray and pure white spread out before him, white fur spilling down from his throat over his chest and beyond. "God, yes."

Benjamin said nothing as he undid Michael's front button and zipper; he was left speechless over how much the otterfox liked his looks. As Michael's slacks dropped down, his ears pinned back happily. Here he was, half-naked in front of his lover in their new house, taking in the sight of the otterfox above, their still half-clothed crotches touching. The heat from Michael's sheath was growing and he saw a dark spot appear at the front of the otterfox's boxers.

He reached forward, placing his paws to either side of the dark spot on the boxers and rubbed, thumbs finding and stroking over Michael's thick, shortish cock. The heat that exploded into his paws took his breath away, but even more potent was the scent that burst from the spreading stain; it made his nose tingle. "Mmmm, looks like someone's a little pent up. Maybe I should help with that."

The otterfox panted from the soft pets on his underwear. "How about I help you first?" He curled his index fingers under the elastic on either hip of Ben's boxer briefs and slowly pulled them down. Achingly slowly, the husky's crotch appeared. The band hung up on the boy's sheath, but one tug later and Ben's sheath popped out, already an inch of glistening canine cock showing. Benjamin whimpered as it throbbed, a drop of pre-cum beading at the tip. Michael sat there on his haunches with the husky's shorts pulled down, purring otterishly at the protruding pink. He petted the sheath, stroking its fur, studiously not touching the boy's cock to keep him in suspense. "My, what a handsome bitch I have."

Benjamin whined quietly, his penis aching, and when Michael called him a bitch he felt a surge of lust. It was just what he wanted: he was a bitch and should be treated like one at times like these. That, combined with the scent of the leaking otterfox fluid, made his ass pucker flush rose-red. The tail beneath him tried to wag, wriggling its fluffy tip against Michael's rump. The scent filling his nose was driving him a little crazy, and the marvelously potent otterfox goo made his body crave the contents of Michael's burgundy boxers even more. Nostrils flaring as he breathed the heavy musk in deeply, he whimpered, tail tip thumping as he looked pleadingly up at Michael. With resolve coming to him, he started trying to pull himself free by bracing against Michael's legs.

"Mmm, where are you going?" Michael purred, wrapping his thick otter tail slowly around the boy's legs, paws pinning arms down so he could lean close and blow soft puffs of hot breath over Ben's nose.

"Please, please hon. I need you in me right now."

Michael presented his muzzle, smiling. "Gimme a kiss and maybe I'll let you have a taste."

"Y, you will? Honest? No fooling?" Ben licked his chops, enjoying this side of his otterfox, the control Michael was taking.

"Promise. But it better be a really good kiss, or no cock for you. Show me how bad you want it." He lowered his nose to a bare inch from Ben's.

Playing along, Benjamin yipped happily as he nodded in submission. His tail wagged and squirmed even harder amidst the mess of his pulled-down clothes. He relaxed, seeing that Michael's dominant play was tempered by the same self-control that he'd always known from his otterfox. This man would never hurt him, so it was easy for him to let Michael do what he wanted. He eagerly extended his tongue, rapidly dabbing his pink flesh against the adult's muzzle, lapping it, working at it. The otterfox's maw opened and with a twinkle in his eye engulfed Ben's fleshy ribbon, slurping it inside. Benjamin moaned from the sudden heat surrounding his flesh; there was nothing else to do but continue, sliding around Michael's own heavier and larger tongue with the utmost care and affection.

As they kissed, Michael's paws slid his own boxers down, revealing his sheath and balls, his cock already extended. It was a thick, short affair, a broad shallow-domed flare with a slit dripping pre-cum at the bottom of it, narrowing behind its edge and then expanding back out again to his shaft's full thickness. It was slick, glistening with sheath lubricant, and flushed red from his arousal.

Pulling back from the deeply passionate kiss, the otterfox whispered, "Mmmm, more than satisfactory." The cock between his legs bobbed, dripping some clear fluid between the husky's legs. He lifted up and scooted forward, settling again, this time with his thighs around the boy's chest to put his cock in reach of Ben's muzzle, and pressed his thick fleshy head against husky lips. "Come have your reward."

Benjamin's nostrils flared. The hot wet cock against his nosepad was so warm, its scent overpowering. Some of the fluid from its slit dribbled over his lips and he reflexively lapped out to catch it, his tongue sliding along the bottom edge of Michael's flare and partway down his shaft's underside. The result was a powerful erection between his own legs, his cock pushing out and standing fully erect in a matter of seconds. Meanwhile, his tongue lapped repeatedly at the thick adult cock in front of his muzzle; he curled his tongue around it gently, pulling his flesh around the edges of Michael's unique shallow-domed flare. Ben shivered as more hot pre-cum dripped on his tongue as it moved beneath the shaft's slit, then opened his muzzle, pushing his soft lip fur over the edges of the flare as he took it inside.

"Ben!" Michael gasped aloud. Leaning over he gripped the arm of the couch hard as he pushed more of his cock into the boy's hot, wet muzzle. For once in his life he was glad he was somewhat under-endowed because he fit perfectly inside Benjamin. The husky's sucks on his cock sent shivers pulsing from his shaft all the way up and down his body. "So...good!"

Benjamin wrapped his armpits around Michael's knees, burying his muzzle between the adult's legs, with the furry otterfox balls resting on his chest. He grunted as the otterfox squeezed his legs tightly around his ribs. Ben lifted his paws, gripping Michael's heavily muscled ass and pulled him forward, taking the otterfox's thick shaft to the hilt, his sharp boyish pants blowing hard against Michael's sheath.

The otterfox started to hump, drawing back then thrusting forward again, and he didn't resist.

Ben shuddered from the sensation of the thick smoothly-veined shaft plowing into his mouth; he squeezed his muzzle closed around Michael's dick, which made the shaft rub every side against his maw. Michael's sex in his muzzle felt so right; a pleasant delirium spread from the realization that Michael wanted to fuck him so badly. Every time the broad flare of Michael's cock pressed against the back of his throat he gulped, drinking the pre-cum it squirted.

Michael's loins stiffened until they were taut and on the edge of triggering from absolute bliss. He held back the spasms that were growing stronger in his cock; he wanted to take his time and enjoy fucking the boy's muzzle until he couldn't hold it another second. The boy's tongue pressed his head up against the roof of his muzzle and gave enough resistance that it felt like he was humping an especially tight hole. Ben's rapid breaths washing over his crotch tickled, sending a fresh wave of pleasure rocketing through his body. Michael panted. "Al...almost there!"

The husky blushed, his wagging tail thumped faster against the heavy otter-tail that was twitching and lifting, curling in fits and starts between his own legs. His red canine shaft stood upright, squirting arcs of his own pre-cum against Michael's furry ass.

With jaws starting to ache a little bit from holding the thrusting cock tight in his muzzle, he tasted the change first. The fluid leaking out of Michael's dick went from slightly tangy to a bit salty and sweet, the throbs in the shaft growing stronger. He knew his boyfriend was close and he redoubled his efforts, sucking slowly whenever Michael pulled back. The sensation of the powerful ass muscles under the otterfox's fur driving the shaft in his maw was unreal. This is what he wanted; he tried to tell that to Michael with a deep murr, his muzzle vibrating around the otterfox's cock. He wanted his lover's seed, wanted to drink it right from its source. Squeezing his eyes tight, he felt it start at the base of the male's cock, right where it slid through between his canines.

"Ben!" Michael gasped out. "I'm gonna...!" But it was too late; the first pulse was already gushing out of his cock. The sex in his muzzle expanded, and rapidly the wave pulsed down Michael's length, exploded over his tongue, and painted the back of his throat white. "MMMMPH!"

The boyish muzzle clamped tight on the otterfox, and he throbbed over and over. Unable to move any more, all he could do was shiver as his body squirted more and more white hot cream into the husky. His teeth gritted reflexively, grinding his hips on the young muzzle sucking him off. God it feels so good! Every inch of his shaft was surrounded by the heat and wet of the boy, and soon he'd filled the muzzle with his cum. He could feel Ben swallowing it, the boy moaning loudly. He looked down and saw Ben's eyes closed, the boy's ears pinned back and with a look of complete enjoyment on his muzzle. Michael pushed his sheath tight to the front of the husky's muzzle, and let his cock keep spurting as he panted loudly.

The very moment Michael had pushed that last little bit, the larger male's heavy shallow dome at the head of his sex sealed Benjamin's throat for a moment. At that same instant a heavy gush of cum shot right down the husky's waiting throat. That wave of warm semen flooding into his belly was too much for the young boy. He whimpered and his aching cock shot, rope after rope of white cum jetting from his tapered canine point. It spurted so hard that it arced up and landed on Michael's shoulder. The white cum clung, dripped down, his own potent scent filling the air even as he hungrily drank otterfox seed right from the cock. Ben tried to thrust, his hips hampered by the heavy adult atop him, but when Michael felt the movement his tail curled around, wrapping tightly around the boy's upright shaft and giving a hard squeeze. Benjamin whined louder, gasping, his hips rapidly thrusting up into the soft fur that had engulfed him. Michael hadn't covered up his tip and it still spurted all over the otterfox, making the adult's tongue loll out as the hot boy cum soaked down into his fur to his skin.

"Yes!" Michael panted in bliss. He kept the boy pinned by his shaft, body stiff, and amazingly, Ben kept swallowing. Michael groaned at the boy's thirst, how he hadn't gotten his fill yet. The warm muzzle kept sucking on his whole dick, kept stimulating him, but there was a limit to even what his balls could hold. The spurts started to slacken, slowing, then going down to just a slow leak from his slit. The heat of the husky's cum soaking his ass and back fur made it so much better! Michael's paws trembled as he let go of the couch arm so he could stroke the boy's ears. "That was amazing. I haven't cummed that hard in a long time."

"Mmph!" Was all Benjamin could say, eyes smiling up at Michael. The touches on his ears made them splay again as they relaxed. His whole body slowly went limp as the glow of Michael's goo started to spread through his body. He could feel it coating every surface in his muzzle, down his throat, and especially in his belly.

"I didn't hurt you did I?" Michael petted the boy's cheeks with his paws and got a small yet happy growl.

"Mm mmph!"

"You're such a good boy." He said, a deep murr rumbling in his chest.

"Grrf!" Ben used his teeth to squeeze gently at the sensitive shaft still lying in a coating of its own cum in his muzzle.

"Bitch!" he gasped. "I meant bitch!"

Benjamin grinned awkwardly around his mouthful of otterfox, and his tail wagged again.

"What do you say...we just sleep here tonight?" Michael didn't really feel like going anywhere else, not after this. The glow of the boy's muzzle spread from his crotch to every corner of his body. He felt weak, arms shaking as they propped him up.

"Mmmhm." The husky giggled. But when Michael tried to pull out he playfully squeezed tighter on the still firm otterfox cock in his muzzle.

"Yipe! Ho-n! You've got to let go."

Another short growl and Benjamin snuggled deeper into the otterfox's crotch with another awkward, if mischievous, smile. It looked like Ben was determined to be Michael's cock warmer all night.

"It would be highly uncomfortable for us both..." *pant* "...if we tried to spend the night like this," he pleaded.

"Rrrrf!" The husky gave his boyfriend a look like a puppy told to give up his favorite toy, but Benjamin relented and loosened the grip he had on the otterfox's penis. As it drew out he squeezed canine lips tight on the shaft, sucking as much of Michael's goo from it as he could. The otterfox's flare parted from his lips with a loud pop and he grinned. "Awww hon. You don't know what you're asking me to do." He licked up a strand of white cum still connecting his whiskers to Michael's domed flare. "You're trying to keep me away from the best cock I've ever seen. That isn't very fair you know."

Michael shivered from the pets Ben gave him along his thighs. "You like my cock that much, do you?"

There was an emphatic nod. "Better than just looking at porn any day. I really would much rather be sucking on it or getting humped by it. You were just how I wanted you, too: desperate for your bitch."

The otterfox lowered himself down with the husky on the couch, his fur mingled with the boy's gray and white. Benjamin nestled close with a quiet moan; their cocks had ended up together and the heat from them touching made Michael gasp, too. "Then we should do that again sometime."

Benjamin nuzzled against the soft fur of Michael's neck, closing his eyes and letting himself get lost in the musky scent that he loved so much. When Michael's arms wrapped around him he felt like he could just melt away into the comfortable warm fur against him. "This is what I've always wanted, you know."

"To suck off an otterfox?"

"No, silly!" He licked Michael's chin with a soft lazy grin on his muzzle. "Well, that yes, and you specifically, but you have no idea how much I've wanted you, then to cuddle up with you afterwards. I always imagined you being just like this, but I never imagined doing it for real would be as good as this." His eyes closed as he lay back down on the otterfox's furry arm muscles as if they were a pillow. Much to Ben's delight, they squeezed him right into the tuft of fur on Michael's chest, and heavy adult paws rubbed slowly up and down his back. The whole sensation of being this close to his boyfriend after having his muzzle filled was so soothing.

Loins satiated, the warmth of the young boy augmented the afterglow of mating as Michael lay there with Ben in his arms. His tail had just enough strength to extricate itself the rest of the way from the boxers still around his knees and laid itself gently over Ben as an impromptu blanket. He looked down at Benjamin with adoration, the affection he felt going much deeper than ever before; here was his lover, spent, relaxed, happy. It was enough to make his heart skip a beat. The boy nestled against him then went silent, his breathing slowing and becoming more regular, and that made him smile. Reaching down, he slipped Benjamin's underwear the rest of the way off his limp legs and tail, letting the clothing drop to the floor. His own otterfox scent was strong on Ben's muzzle and he slurped some of his still wet goo from the fur, shivering at his own salty sweet taste, and then held the naked young canine until he too started to drift.

There was no question now: he was home.

***

Benjamin woke with a start.

Huh? he thought, ears twitching. There was nothing, though; silence blanketed the room as his ears swiveled. Still nothing, so he stretched out, a shiver racing up to the tips of his ears accompanying his feral hind-paws splaying their toes. He let out a gigantic yawn as he tried to put a finger on the feeling he had. He knew it wasn't from how sore he was. After the first time with Michael he expected to be aching for awhile.

For a few moments he laid there and reflected on the powerful otterfox sitting astride him and mating his muzzle. A lazy, satisfied smile accompanied those thoughts. So that's not it, he mused.

Paws felt along the couch and his eyes snapped open. Where's Michael? That made him panic, and he sat up quickly.

Light from the new day was streaming in through the living room curtains and made his unfocused eyes blink. "Michael?" he called out, worried. There was no answer, so he hopped off the couch. He heard some noise, a shuffling of paws, coming from down the hall. In...the bathroom? Curious and just a little fearful, he walked around the couch and padded down the corridor past the two back bedrooms to where the bathroom sat at the very end. He saw something flash across the partly opened doorway. "Michael?"

There was another flash of caramel fur across the door crack and Ben pushed it open slowly. Looking in, the first thing he felt was immense relief; there was his missing otterfox, standing naked after a morning shower in front of the sink and its completely fogged-over mirror. But then he noticed something unusual. His otterfox's ass was bouncing and wagging as if to a beat. Then he saw why Michael hadn't answered him: a cord running from a small music player on the sink counter up to buds in fuzzy triangular ears. The adult's butt waved and wiggled, tail swinging harder as Ben caught some of the music filtering out of Michael's earphones. Suddenly the whole scene made Benjamin choke back an explosion of laughter.

Still completely oblivious to his audience, Michael's tail curled around a fur brush from the counter. The thick otterish appendage lifted it up higher and Michael grabbed his own tail, spinning around during the chorus and opening his muzzle as if to sing along into the 'microphone'. There he saw slumped against the doorway a naked giggling husky. His eyes went wide, mouth frozen open, and then his ears folded back as music continued pumping into them. "Uh, hi." The player was quickly shut off and he pulled the ear-buds out. He stood stiffly upright and attempted to appear as serious as he could. "Good morning, Sir Roth. What can I help you with today?"

Holding his sides in mirth, Benjamin stumbled a step backwards and then fell back onto the thick carpet, laughing hysterically and rolling around. "Oh man, Michael! I didn't know you could dance!"

"Not very well, I assure you." Michael quickly ran the brush through his headfur a couple times and set it back down.

"You're not mad that I laughed, are you?" The boy sat up, wiping tears from his eyes. "It was pretty cute, you know."

"The only damage is a slight bruising of my pride." Michael, standing before the mirror again, wuffled from the compliment at the end. "Cute, huh?"

"The cutest." Benjamin smiled up at the otterfox who shot a glance back at him.

"Hmmm." He smiled, getting out a can of fur deodorant. He lifted one arm then the other and squirted some beneath each, but that wasn't all he lifted. His tail hiked up and curled from one side to the other for balance. The can went back into the cupboard beside the mirror and Michael made sure to tense his muscles, displaying his body to the twelve year old.

"Oh my." The husky gasped as he rose, nearly tripping again as Michael showed off his muscular caramel-colored butt. The white patch spreading out under the tail especially caught his eyes. "I take that back, cute AND sexy."

Michael chuckled. "Bathroom's all yours cute stuff." He walked up to the husky and leaned down to lay a smooch on the front of the young man's muzzle. "Don't take too long; you wanted to visit the records room and today is as good a day as any to do it. That, and we need to get you a couple of suits; I forgot that you had only the one and it's too small for you now. Not to mention we need to do some grocery shopping."

Ben's arms slipped around Michael's waist, squeezing him tight as he turned his muzzle up asking for another kiss. "Aww, don't you want to stay?" His paw slipped under the thick freshly groomed otter tail to give Michael's butt a scritch. "Maybe help me clean up?"

Warmth spread from where Ben was rubbing in his soft patch of butt fur. The otterfox's own arms wrapped around the young boy and paws clasped over husky rump, gripping it and sliding a finger down the crack to give the soft pink rosebud a soft prod as he chuckled. "Oh, you know as well as I how that would end up. You'd tease me mercilessly until I pinned you up against the wall and fucked your ass silly. I doubt that very much of anything would get done."

"Don't you want my ass first thing in the morning?" Ben grinned. He tried to press his rump back into the warm pads exploring it but the gentle poke at his tailhole had made him weak in the knees.

"I do, God knows I do. But we have a lot of other things to accomplish today, duty first." Then he leaned down and pressed the asked-for kiss right to his boyfriend's muzzle, slowly threading his tongue in. As he did Ben moaned, the small body shivering as he slurped and danced with husky flesh. Drawing back with a pant, he gave Ben a playful swat on his firm furry backside. "Now get going."

***

Half an hour later the front door to the house burst open and a laughing twelve year old husky jumped over the threshold out onto the porch. Freshly showered and dressed in navy blue slacks and a light blue button-up shirt, his tail wagged and he leaned against the door jamb to peek back inside.

"Hurry up! A few minutes ago you were the one all fired up to get going, Michael!"

There was a muffled reply inside and the rustling of some papers.

"Well get all your papers you printed and get your butt moving." He smiled, bushy curled tail fanning the air.

It wasn't terribly late in the day, only nine, and the sun was shining brightly and the birds in the trees along the street were singing. The air was cool and only a few puffs of breeze rustled the trees in the yard. He stretched his bare toes out, standing on the very tip-toes of his feral hind-paws with arms raised high above his head.

Just down the street and across from the Vodens' house there was an old lady, a badger in a light cotton print dress and wide brimmed hat tending to her yard. The old badger was in her sixties at least, what he could see of her muzzle when she wiped her brow with gloved paws had quite a bit of gray. Seeing him, she waved cheerfully before bending back down to the flowerbed that bordered the walk up to her cottage; he waved back with a big smile. His ears perked up, and he was tempted to walk over and meet her. He weighed how soon Michael might be ready, looking over his shoulder into the house at the otterfox still organizing the various pages that he'd printed out. Probably not too long.

Ben stepped off the porch and walked over to the car still parked in the driveway. Leaning against the car with his phone out to check and see if he had any messages, Benjamin was totally oblivious to his surroundings. When a tug came on his tail, it made him jump with a yip.

"Michael! You scared..." He turned around quickly, looking up but there was no one there. He heard a small giggle.

"I scared you?"

His eyes snapped downwards and blinked. "Huh?"

Right there in front of him was a small otter girl, a head shorter than himself and only about seven years old. She wore a purple skirt and a tie-dyed purple blouse with white socks and black shoes. Peering up at him through wire frame spectacles she was hugging a stuffed kangaroo tight to her chest with one arm.

"Where did you come from?" Benjamin asked, his coat fluffing out as the thumping of his heart calmed.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to." The little otter girl stepped closer, looking him over curiously. She had very inquisitive brown eyes and the rest of her coloration was just like any other river otter. "What's your name?"

"Benjamin," he said, pocketing his phone and leaning back against the car again. "And you are?"

"I'm Vanessa!" She announced her name with pride, thick otter tail rustling her skirt as it curled back and forth happily.

Ben held out his paw and smiled. "I'm pleased to meet you, Vanessa. I suppose Jacob is your dad?"

Taking the offered paw, she gripped it and gave it an awkward and exaggerated shake. "Uh huh! He told me all about the people living in this house now. Sometimes he makes things up to fool with us kids though, so I had to come see! He said you'd come over too sometime. Will you?"

With a chuckle Benjamin nodded. "Sure I will..."

The little rounded otter ears on top of her head perked up and she broke out into a large smile. "Today? Right now? We could play with my brothers, or swim, or go to the park! Pleeeease?"

"Well, Michael and I are kind of busy today..." The otter girl wilted a little in front of him and he frowned thoughtfully. "Aw, don't worry. We'll come over sometime soon."

"Y, you will? Promise?"

"We will." He smiled, not quite sure what else to say.

Vanessa beamed again. "Yay! What do you..." She'd glanced down and her paw extended, pointing at the husky's feet. "You, you don't have any shoes! Why don't you have shoes? Doesn't your dad and mom give you any?"

Benjamin was surprised in the sudden shift in the girl's attention and his ears went back, embarrassed by how big his hind-paws were. Hybrids were rare and often looked down on, and he didn't really know how to tell Vanessa that he didn't need shoes because he was part wolf. There wasn't any malice in the girl though, so he tried to put a smile on. "I, uh..."

"Vanessa!" Jacob Voden had appeared around the car and approached. Dressed for work, he was wearing a somewhat dirty shirt pair of heavy jeans. "You know better than to run off like that! Your mom was worried!"

"But, Dad!" She stomped her foot lightly. "Alex and Caleb get to run around all the time."

"And they get their bottoms smacked for it don't, they?" Jacob shook his finger at his daughter whose ears went back.

"Y, yeah." She said sulkily.

"And it's especially rude to make fun of others."

"I wasn't!" The otter girl squeezed her plush tight.

Benjamin smiled and stepped up beside her. "It's alright Mr. Voden, there's no harm done. I guess she's just curious."

"He doesn't have any shoes! That's so COOL! You and Mom always make me wear mine." Lifting up a hind-paw of her own she wiggled the paw in her tennis shoe while making a face.

The husky's ears went back shyly. It was the first time someone had pointed out any part of him being cool.

"That's because you'd step on something and get hurt." Jacob gave Vanessa a hug. "Now, weren't you going to help Mrs. Ferguson with her garden?"

The otter girl's ears flicked sheepishly. "Oh, yeah. I forgot."

The adult otter chuckled. "See where you'd be without your mom and me? You'd forget just about everything, huh?" Jacob tousled his girl's headfur with a smile.

She pushed her head and ears up into her dad's paw and giggled. "Nuh uh!" Then she saw the badger lady across the street wave at her and she slipped away from the paw on her head. "Gotta go! See you later, Benjamin!"

Ben watched her go, the little otter looking both ways before making a hop, a skip and a jump as she crossed the quiet street. He couldn't help but chuckle.

"I told you to watch out for the kids. I apologize for what she said, Ben; we've been trying to help her be a bit more sensitive."

"Really, it's not a problem." Ben smiled up at Jacob. "I've been thinking quite a bit about your invitation, and we really should take you up on it. I just don't know when we can, but it'll probably be in a couple weeks or so. We have a lot to do, and I haven't even been here a whole day."

Jacob's smile expanded. "That would be wonderful. Don't worry about when, I know you're busy. Though it would help get Irene and the kids off my back." He rubbed the back of his neck with a paw and guffawed. "That's probably my fault though; I've been called a kidder more than once, so they don't really believe that you're who I say you are."

They both turned at the sound of the house door shutting heavily. Michael was there, carrying two computer cases and a sheaf of papers. He locked the front door; then, seeing their otter neighbor with Ben, he waved. "Jacob! Good morning! How are you today?"

"Not bad, how about yourself, Michael?" He shook the extended paw.

"Things are going well." Michael handed one of the cases over to Benjamin. "Here, you're going to need this."

"I was just talking with Jacob about when we might come over to visit."

"Oh?" Michael went to the driver's side door and unlocked it.

Ben pulled open his own door after it was unlocked. "Maybe in a couple weeks, don't you think?"

"That sounds good; gives us some time to settle in and get things going at the office." Michael stood there looking at Jacob. "That might change. We'll see how things go and give you a better date when we have a feel for what's going on."

"Perfect. Like I told Benjamin, don't worry about the time too much." Jacob was beaming and the otterfox returned his smile.

"Great! I hate to run so soon, but we've got a lot to do."

"Well, I'll talk to you later then, neighbor." Jacob waved back as the doors to the exotic car shut and the engine rumbled to life. He wasn't much of a car buff so the feral growl caught him off guard. Up until that moment he'd never really noticed his neighbor's car, but now he blinked as the Midea started to back down the driveway. Even he could appreciate the clean lines and masculine styling of the Midea Car Company's finest work. He watched them disappear down the street and laughed again. Irene will SO not believe this.

In the car Benjamin was cinching up his seat belt when a piece of paper fluttered into his lap. Quickly scanning it he saw only two, for lack of a better phrase, words. "What's this?"

"Your executive login. It'll give you access to everything in Roth International. It's exactly the same as the one I have, so keep it safe. I would recommend memorizing it as soon as possible and burning it," Michael warned, turning out of the neighborhood and onto a busy street. He glanced at Ben sitting beside him. "Meaning now."

"Already on it." The husky closed his eyes, repeating the random letters and numbers in his head over and over, checking his mantra against the sheet of paper whenever he thought he didn't get it right. He stuck out his tongue after awhile. "Why can't I have..." he got a pen from the glove box and scribbled on the paper. He held it up where Michael could see it. "this as my password though?" It said M1ch431's B17ch.

The otterfox laughed so hard he thought he was going to pop a shirt button. "You didn't ask for anything specific. Besides, wouldn't it be hard for us to keep our little secret if I asked the IT guys to set that up for you?"

After another couple minutes of repetition, Ben folded the paper and pocketed it. "Think I got it." Then he reached back behind Michael's seat; there he found Michael's heavy otter tail curled up in its place and hauled it into his lap. "You didn't ask me what I wanted, and isn't it the truth?" The husky dug his claws into the thick tail and scritched on it.

"Ohh, stop that, you... You know how hard it is for me to drive when you do that."

"Nope! Not gonna happen. My otterfox, my tail." Ben grinned evilly and scritched deeper into the fur and skin further up. The tail in his paws squirmed this way and that as it basked in his touch.

"You're really going to get it tonight if you don't stop!" Michael had to lick his chops to stop himself from drooling. The otterfox's tail was a very sensitive place and Benjamin's attention on it this time was very intense.

"Is that a promise?" Ben squeezed his gray husky paws into the mocha colored fur and muscles.

Michael whined, swerving a little on the street because he couldn't concentrate. "If you won't stop, then at least tell me your plan for searching through the records tonight," he said, trying to distract the boy.

"Maybe not searching them; more like collecting, since we won't have a lot of time right off. We're going to pull everything that the Division Eight office has from the past twelve months and then when we get home, compare them to Roth International Central Records. If that doesn't turn up anything unusual we'll put them through an auditing program to see if there's anything more or less than we would expect. If that still doesn't get what we want, we'll go to each factory and pull their records and do the same thing."

"Fairly ambitious. What about R.I.'s Policy stating that executives cannot take confidential records home?" The otterfox slowed the car and turned into a fancy parking lot bordered by a wrought iron fence and shade trees. Nearby was the ornately decorated two story building served by the lot, hung with a large sign proclaiming it to be Worthen's Fine Tailors. As Michael pulled into a shaded space and shut off the engine, he finally succumbed to the pets on his tail, his hind-paw twitching and tapping against the floor. He tried not to let his tongue loll too much as he unbuckled himself.

"If anyone asks, if they find out, I'll say we were doing an emergency audit." Ben smiled at the amount of pleasurable torture he was inflicting on his boyfriend. "That should fly since I'm now the division head; I want to make sure my office is ship-shape, after all. If anyone needs confirmation and sends anything up to my parents I think they'll agree with me. Especially after what happened with Mr. Liggett."

"Okay, that sounds good. I'm glad I remembered to bring your laptop then. What archives, exactly, do you want?" His tail had relaxed to the point where he couldn't get it to voluntarily budge, so he grasped it and tried to gently tug it from the husky's paws.

"Everything." Ben resisted the tugs at the captive appendage in his paws.

"That's a lot of data."

"I still have all those audit scripts you helped me write. I can update them and let 'em run overnight, or however long it takes. I feel that the most important thing in this operation is to get the records fast, before anyone has a chance to modify them. And to make doubly sure they're clean we'll be copying the hard backups that get put in the vault at the end of every month. If my login really is just like yours it'll open the local vault."

"Yes, it should. That's still a ton of stuff to sift through. But this is your baby; you get to run it how you want. I'm just your secretary, after all." He grinned and winked. At the same time he gripped his tail more firmly and pulled. "Now let go so we can get you looking the part of a powerful executive before we head into the office."

"Otterfox wants his tail back, huh? Okay, you can borrow it for awhile. But before you get it back there's something you should know. Don't ever, ever, think of yourself just as my secretary, okay? You're my best friend, my lover, you're everything to me. Don't ever forget that."

Michael blinked. The young man looked unwaveringly into his eyes and he lowered a paw over the husky's on his tail. "I know, I know. I'm just joking around a little."

Benjamin leaned over and kissed his otterfox softly. "I'm not." still he hung onto the adult's tail. "And this still belongs to me."

"What? You're reeeeeally cruising for another one of those life lessons, aren't you babe?" He looked down at the young husky through squinted eyes, a smile tugging at his muzzle corners.

"Then you better give it to me." Benjamin's tail wagged as he grinned; he loved to push Michael's buttons. "I never said I'd be easy to live with; you of all people should know that. Sometimes I might need to be put in my place. You're my sugar daddy, after all."

The dare left hanging in the air made Michael blush. He settled for a discreet and brief fondle on the husky's bottom during which he was pleased to hear the boy moan. "Now, up, out. We can't play all day you know."

When it was clear that he wasn't going to get any more touches from his otterfox, Benjamin relented, and unbuckled as well. He opened the door and hopped out with a laugh. "Fine, you win again, for now."