an otter's fantasy
Her last syllable was buried in fuzz. She was wrapped in his plush arms: a warm, ferocious hug. He smelt like sugar.
“my name inserted!”
“I cana brede.”
“Yes, you can, With the right nutrients to start off your day, we’ll make tons of babies.”
“I can’t breathe.”
The actual story
if it wasn't so wrong I'd change the names who cares about protecting the innocent