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It was early morning and the sun's rays shone through the trees of Mossflower Woods and onto Nimbalo's face. The mouse let out a soft yawn and stirred from his slumber. He opened his eyes slowly before sitting up and rubbing the sleep from them. "Morning, Nimbalo," a friendly voice greeted him. "Mm, morning, Tagg," Nimbalo said, smiling at his friend. "You're up early." "No, you just got up late, lazy." "Haha! Right, if you say so," Nimbalo chuckled. "Are you hungry? I'll go find some branches for firewood." "Great! I'll get the food ready while you're gone," Tagg said. "Okay, so while I find the firewood, you do all the cooking." The otter raised an eyebrow at his friend who winked at him and set off into the woods.

"Finding firewood in this forest shouldn't be too hard," Nimbalo said to himself and he proved himself right. After a few minutes of searching, he had found enough branches to start at least three fires consecutively. " That should do!" he said to himself triumphantly. "Time to head back; I'm starving!" As he approached their camp however, a strange noise caught the mouse's attention.

"Hm? What's that?" he wondered to himself, his ears twitching, trying to locate the source of the sound. He realized what they were; soft moaning noises, and they were nearby too. His curiosity piqued, he set off towards the source of the moans. He came to an opening in the forest; a part which he recognized. It was where the land connected to a lake.

Nimbalo moved swiftly, ducking into cover to avoid being seen. He didn't know who was making the sounds. For all he knew, it could have been some rat bandit ready to rob him blind. What he saw, however, was far from that and certainly far from what Nimbalo was expecting. There, sitting on a log near the lake, was Tagg. The otter's kilt was lying on the ground nearby, his huge cock in one paw, and his big, furry balls in the other.

Nimbalo's eyes widened at the sight. He was shocked; he had never seen Tagg like this. During their travels together, they had seen each other naked a couple of times, though never like this. But that wasn't the only reason why Nimbalo was stunned. What shocked him the most was the size of Tagg's length. It was massive! His shaft was long and thick, and underneath it rested a pair of huge, taut balls.

Nimbalo hid in the bushes. He definitely didn't want to be caught now. Tagg's paw worked slowly up and down his massive, throbbing member. Pre-cum was flowing freely from the otter's cock head and dripping down his shaft, coating his paw while the other was busy fondling his balls.

Nimbalo stared at his friend in awe. The sight of Tagg stroking his huge cock, quickly aroused the mouse and he felt his own member hardening and straining against the fabric of his yellow tunic. Tagg quickened his pace, stroking his huge, pulsing cock faster and faster. He brought his other paw up and gripped it with both paws. He could just about fit his two paws around the thickness of his shaft. Nimbalo noticed that he was breathing heavily and forced himself to stop, fearing he might be heard. He didn't want to be caught peeping on his friend. What would Tagg think of him? But he kept watching in the bushes, enthralled at what he was seeing. He moved his eyes across the otter's strong, muscular form, taking time to admire the tattoos on his body. Tagg was so big and strong that the sight of him stroking himself like this quickly got the mouse's cock dripping pre-cum onto the inside of his tunic.

Nimbalo's eyes instantly went back to the otter's cock when he heard Tagg's moans grow louder and intensify. He started bucking his hips into his paws, moaning as pleasure coursed through his body and Nimbalo knew he was close. Wanting to get a better view of his climax, Nimbalo edged closer, slowly, trying desperately to remain undetected. He took a small step forward, but quickly stepped back again when a twig snapped underfoot.

"Blast!" he thought to himself. He crouched down low, hiding behind a tree, and managed to remain hidden from Tagg's view. Tagg stopped pawing himself the moment he heard the twig snap. He was on his feet in an instant, eyes scanning the area for signs of enemies. Nimbalo chuckled softly to himself as he watched his friend looking around, pre-cum still dripping from his cock. Nimbalo could barely tear his eyes away from the otter's member, which kept producing a lot of pre-cum. "Who's there?" the otter demanded. No response. Nimbalo stayed silent, still watching his friend from his hiding place. Satisfied that nobody was there, Tagg relaxed again with a sigh.

He looked down at his throbbing member. The mood was gone, he didn't feel like pawing now. Besides, he didn't want to risk the possibility of somebody sneaking up on him while off guard. "There might still be someone there," he thought to himself. "I better stop, just in case." Nimbalo watched, slightly disappointed as Tagg lowered himself into the lake to cool off, washing the pre-cum from his body. The otter's length slowly softened into it's flaccid state. Although he was no longer erect, Tagg was still very horny. He tried to stop himself from hardening again. The last thing he needed was to return to Nimbalo with a huge tent in his kilt.

Nimbalo turned and left towards camp, being careful not to alert Tagg to his presence again. When he felt he had cooled off enough, Tagg climbed out of the lake and stretched before grabbing his kilt. When he returned to the campsite, Nimbalo had already used the branches he had found to make a fire and was hunched over in front of it, keeping warm.

The mouse smiled at his friend and greeted him. "Went for a dip in the lake?" Nimbalo asked. "What?" Tagg looked at his friend questioningly. "Your fur's wet. Did you go to the lake?" "Oh, yes. I just thought I'd relax there for a bit," Tagg answered.

The two sat in silence for a while, enjoying their breakfast. Throughout their meal, Nimbalo couldn't shake the feeling that Tagg was tense and something was bothering him. "Tagg, are you feeling okay?" he asked. "Hm? Yes, why?" the otter replied. "You look a little tense. Are you sure you're all right?" "I'm fine," Tagg told him. "I just feel a little tired. I'll be okay once we get moving." "Okay, if you say so," Nimbalo said. He was concerned for Tagg. He rarely saw him upset or in such a mood and if something was wrong, Nimbalo wanted to know.

Finishing their meal, the two stood up and put out the fire Nimbalo had made. "Well, we better get a move on," Tagg said. "Yes," Nimbalo replied. "The sky looks clear today and the weather should be fine. We should be able to make some good progress." Tagg agreed and the two set off towards their destination.

Nimbalo was still concerned for Tagg and decided to strike up some conversation. "Ever get bored of just wondering around like this?" he asked. "Don't you wish bandits would attack or something and liven things up?" Tagg chuckled. "I suppose," The otter said. Nimbalo paused, trying to think of something to say. "Ah, did you sleep well?" he asked. "Fine, thank you," Tagg answered. "You're not very talkative this morning," Nimbalo said. "I just don't feel like talking," Tagg shrugged. Nimbalo sighed and gave up, frustrated with the mood his friend was in.

The sun slowly set and night closed in around the two travelers. Tagg stopped and decided it was best that they make camp. "It's getting dark," he said. "We should make camp here for the night." The otter sat down on a nearby log and crossed his arms, thinking to himself. "Right. I'm getting hungry anyway," he said. "I'll get some more branches and then we can cook dinner."

They ate in silence, Tagg keeping the same quiet, distant mood he had since that morning. Nimbalo started to feel awkward and decided to try talking to Tagg again. "Tagg, is something wrong?" he asked. "No, I'm fine." "Really? You still look tense." "Nimbalo, I'm all right, really," Tagg said. Nimbalo knew he was not being truthful and was starting to get tired of being lied to. "Tagg, it's me! If something's wrong I want you to tell me!" Nimbalo demanded, staring into his friend's eyes adamantly. Tagg sighed and gave in. "All right," he said. "This morning, when I was at the lake, I really needed to..." he paused, "take care of myself." Nimbalo raised an eyebrow at him. "I've been pent up recently; I haven't cummed in ages. But before I could finish, I heard someone in the bushes. I decided to stop then. I didn't want to risk being snuck up on."

Nimbalo listened to his friend's story, feeling ashamed for interrupting him that morning. He decided to tell Tagg that it was him in the bushes. "Tagg, that noise you heard? It was me," he admitted. "What?" "I heard noises, so I went to see what it was, and I saw you," Nimbalo paused before continuing. "I... I liked what I saw," he confessed with a smile. "I'm, ah, I'm sorry I interrupted." Tagg could only stare at his friend in surprise. "It's okay, Nimbalo," he said, smiling at the mouse. "You don't have to apologize. You know, you're not too bad looking yourself." "Really? You think so?" Nimbalo asked, relieved at Tagg's reaction. "Oh, phew. I thought you might be mad." "Not at all," Tagg said. "We're friends, aren't we?" The two smiled at each other and sat in silence for a moment.

"Tagg, can I ask you something?" "Of course, what is it?" "What's it like, being so big down there?" Nimbalo asked. Tagg chuckled. "I was wondering if you were going to ask something like that," the otter grinned. "To tell you the truth, it has it's good and bad points. Some of the vermin from the Juskarath clan used to make jokes about it. One of them kept saying things like how much of a shame it was that I'd never have a chance to use it and that I probably never would. One of their favorite taunts was telling me how nobody in their right minds would ever sleep with someone as big as me. You know, for fear of being hurt." "Ah, sounds like they were just jealous," Nimbalo chuckled. "I suppose some of them were. And then there's the fact that it was nearly impossible to hide it when I got hard. I remember one time, I was watching a couple of rats sparring, when I suddenly felt myself getting hard. It wasn't that I was turned on by the sight of the two, it just sort of happened. There was a crowd watching them and most of them, if not all of them, noticed it. It was so embarrassing that I had to leave the crowd." "But, there are, of course, good things about being this big. I've gotten a lot of pleasure out of it, and I can do a few fun things with it too." "Fun things?" Nimbalo asked, instantly curious. "Like what?" Nimbalo's eyes went down to the otter's crotch. He could see his friend's cock beginning to throb underneath his kilt.

"Can I see some of those fun things?" he asked. "Haha! Why not?" Tagg chuckled, standing up. "I can show you." With that, Tagg stood up and, with one swift motion of his paw, pulled off his kilt, dropping it to the ground. He was left completely naked, his thick cock pulsing slowly. Nimbalo's eyes instantly went down to his crotch and widened at the size. He hadn't seen it this close up before; it was very large and not even hard!

Tagg reached down and grabbed his cock, stretching it gently, getting it ready for the show he was about to give his friend. Nimbalo could see his member grow slightly at the stimulation, but from what the mouse could tell, it still looked pretty supple. Nimbalo stared in amazement as he was treated to Tagg's first trick. The otter grabbed his huge, flexible cock and wrapped it around his left wrist.

"Haha! Wow, that's amazing!" Nimbalo laughed. Tagg's length continued to grow, slowly hardening and growing inch by inch. As he watched the show, Nimbalo felt a stirring in his crotch and reached down to adjust himself. His own shaft was quickly hardening. He felt his cock strain against his tunic. "Tagg, do you mind if I get comfortable?" he asked. "Not at all," Tagg replied. Nimbalo stood up and stripped himself of his tunic, his still growing length springing to attention. He sat down again to watch his friend's show. Tagg decided to wrap his length around his other wrist before it got too hard to play with and grinned as Nimbalo laughed and applauded. "Well done, Tagg!" the mouse chuckled. "You belong in a circus with a trick like that!" Tagg paused and thought to himself for a moment before grinning at the mouse. "Like it, eh? I have an idea. Hold out your wrists for me." "Hm? Okay," Nimbalo said, doing as the otter asked. Tagg approached him and Nimbalo suddenly knew what it was he wanted to do. Nimbalo smiled as Tagg stretched his shaft again before wrapping it around his friend's two wrists. He was so big and Nimbalo's wrists were a lot smaller than his own, which meant he had no trouble in wrapping his cock around both of his wrists.

Having done that, Tagg backed off and smiled down at his friend. "Haha! That's a pretty neat trick, Tagg!" Nimbalo laughed.

The otter's shaft continued to grow more erect, eventually becoming too hard to demonstrate any flexibility. "Not so flexible anymore, eh?" "Flexible?" Tagg chuckled. He looked down and noticed how hard Nimbalo's member was. He raised an eyebrow and smirked. "I'll show you just how flexible otters can be!"

With that, the otter lay down on his back and gripped his legs, pulling them over his shoulders so that his crotch was in his face. Nimbalo shuffled about, making himself comfortable to watch the show his friend was about to give him. Tagg reached down and gripped his firm ass, squeezing his two cheeks and pulling his rump towards his face. The smell of his musk instantly hit him and he took a long sniff, inhaling the scent and reveling in it. He exhaled with a sigh and pulled his rump closer, the smell of his musk assailing his nostrils.

Nimbalo could feel his own cock throbbing as he watched the show and pre-cum started to drip from the mouse's length and onto the ground. Tagg grunted and pushed his face forward before licking across his tailhole. He quickly licked around the tight sphincter before pushing the tip of his tongue inside himself. He licked around the inside of his ass, his snout still full of the smell of his own musk. He gripped his rump hard and pushed his face further between his asscheeks before sucking on his tight pucker. He let out a soft moan as he worked his tongue deeper into his passage and a surge of pleasure shot through his body.

He pushed deeper still, sucking hard on his asshole and licking the walls of his anus, the tightness squeezing around his tongue. Nimbalo watched on, amazed at how flexible Tagg really was; he could actually not only lick, but suck his own tailhole. He kept licking and sucking at his musky hole for a while before looking up at Nimbalo and grinning, presenting his ass to Nimbalo.

"Care for a taste, mate?" he asked. "Haha! Tempting, but no thanks," the mouse declined. "You look like you're enjoying licking yourself enough." Tagg shrugged. It was true; he was enjoying it immensely. He got back to work, shoving his tongue deep into his asshole. He kept at it for a while longer and he could feel his cock growing harder, pressing against his neck and smearing pre-cum onto his fur in huge globs. Tagg was so pent up, he could have cummed right there, but managed to hold it off. He didn't want to cum just yet. Tagg eventually stopped, stood up, and stretched. Nimbalo got a good view of the otter's massive pre-dripping cock and cum-filled balls. Tagg watched as Nimbalo stared in awe at his huge otterhood. The mouse watched as the otter's cock urgently throbbed and leaked a lot of pre-cum. "Tagg, you're huge," he said. After a pause, a question popped into the mouse's head. "Seeing as you're so flexible, can you suck yourself off?" "I can!" Tagg said with a grin. "I'll show you!" With that, Tagg eagerly sat back on the log, taking his cock in one paw and stroking it slowly.

The otter's shaft continued to grow, much to Nimbalo's surprise. It wasn't even fully hard yet! By this point, pre-cum was freely dripping from Tagg's cock head and coating his paw. Tagg slowly picked up the pace, his left paw joining his right on his cock. He worked both paws up and down his length, breathing heavily as he felt his cock hardening even more and growing longer until it finally reached just below his pectorals. He could sense Nimbalo watching him as he stroked himself. The thought of being watched while doing this turned the otter on further.

Stroking his cock with his left paw, he reached down with the other and gripped the base of his shaft before leaning forward and licking across his pre-dripping cock head. He licked the head clean of pre-cum, swallowing the salty fluid. Nimbalo couldn't take it anymore. He had held off long enough and now, watching his friend start sucking on his cock, he couldn't hold off anymore. He gripped his own throbbing cock and started stroking himself. The mouse's length was big, nowhere near as large as Tagg's, but still an impressive size for a mouse.

Tagg took the tip of his hard, throbbing cock into his mouth and started sucking himself. The thickness of his length meant it took him some effort to suck himself off, but he managed. He forced more of his shaft down his throat, sucking on it hard and swallowing the globs of pre-cum he was dripping inside his own mouth. The otter grunted as he forced his cock deeper down his throat. He had to grip his behind hard and push his mouth forward to manage it, the sheer thickness and length of it proving a bit difficult for him to get inside his mouth. He had past experience doing this, but he still found it hard to get his entire cock inside him. Slowly, he pushed another inch of his throbbing otter length down his throat.

Nimbalo pawed himself off faster, gripping his shaft hard and working his paw up and down his big, hard, throbbing cock. He let out a soft moan as pleasure coursed through his body and he shot a hefty glob of pre-cum onto his paw. He watched as Tagg got into sucking himself off, moving his head up and down his shaft and sucking hard, coaxing more and more pre-cum into his mouth which he readily swallowed.

Nimbalo soon reached a fevered pitch, gasping and moaning as he pumped furiously at his cock. He bucked his hips and cried out as he felt his climax building. The show his friend was giving him quickly proved too much and, with a loud yell, Nimbalo came powerfully across himself, shooting load after load of warm mouse cum across his body, the sticky fluid clinging to his fur. Tagg had stopped when he saw Nimbalo clench up, predicting what was coming.

Tagg watched as Nimbalo's cock throbbed and twitched, covering him in his own seed. Nimbalo was producing a lot of cum and Tagg was rather impressed by the amount he was spraying across himself. Nimbalo twitched and sighed, his cock dripping cum onto his belly before slowly starting to soften. The two friends looked at each other, a wide grin spread across the otter's face.

"Enjoying the show?" he asked. "Of course," Nimbalo winked. "I have to say, I'm impressed," Tagg told him. "That was a lot of cum!" "Haha! Well, I've always been able to cum a lot," Nimbalo boasted. "Many beasts have often told me how jealous they were." "Ha, right, Nimbalo," Tagg chuckled. "So, how much can you cum?" Nimbalo asked straightforwardly. "Me? I can cum a lot too," Tagg said. He paused before grinning to himself. "Why don't I show you?" He looked around, thinking to himself. "Why don't you go stand next to that tree."

"Hm? Over here?" Nimbalo asked, standing up and doing as Tagg said. "Mm-hm," Tagg stood up and approached Nimbalo, standing in front of him. "Just to warn you, I really do cum a lot; a huge amount." "Oh, I'm sure I can take anything you throw at me," Nimbalo said, slightly doubtful of Tagg's claim.

Tagg gripped his shaft and slowly moved his paw up and down his cock, stroking himself. His cock leaked pre-cum down his huge cock and onto his paw. He then massaged the pre into his shaft, working his paw up and down his cock and reaching down with his other strong paw to cup his heavy cum-filled balls. Tagg moaned softly and massaged his ball sack. The otter gasped and bucked his hips, gripping his shaft hard. Nimbalo felt a large glob of his friend's pre-cum fling into his face. It hit him on the nose and the sticky fluid dripped down his face and onto his mouth, he licked it up and tasted it, before swallowing the salty stuff.

Tagg quickened his pace, pumping at his cock, panting and gasping. Nimbalo could only watch as his friend pawed his massive, throbbing cock in front of him. The mouse waited for the giant cumshot the otter had bragged about. Tagg tensed; he still hadn't cummed and felt so pent up. It felt good to finally pleasure himself like this without fear of being interrupted. He felt his balls tense up and knew he was close.

"Nimbalo, I'm gonna cum soon," Tagg gasped. "You sure you're ready for this?" "Ha! Of course I am! I can handle anything!" Nimbalo smirked. Tagg continued to paw off furiously, now using both paws to pleasure himself. He felt himself drawing close to his climax and, with a loud yell, let out a huge, powerful stream of cum which hit Nimbalo and covered his fur. The mouse gasped as he felt his friend's seed hitting his body, Tagg still pumping at his cock, unable to control himself.

Nimbalo could hear the wet splattering sound of the otter's cum hitting him and the tree in huge spurts which Tagg's cock kept shooting with each second that passed. There seemed to be no end to it. Tagg's cock kept shooting load after load of warm otter cum onto the mouse and the tree he was standing by. Nimbalo was covered in the stuff, but didn't move. Having Tagg cumming on him like this felt good. Besides, Nimbalo did say he could handle it. Tagg was cumming in huge amounts, barely a second went by before the otter's next large cumshot.

Nimbalo didn't know how long it had been going on, but after what felt like minutes of being hit with the otter's cum, Tagg moaned loudly and started to slow down, working his strong paws up and down his cock slowly as the streams of cum he was producing slowly died down. His cock eventually twitched a final time and shot one last rope of warm seed across the mouse before it started to soften.

Nimbalo stayed where he was, staring in awe at the otter. Tagg smirked at his friend. The mouse, as well as the area around him, was absolutely covered in his cum. "Haha! Well you did say you could handle it," Tagg winked, proud of the amount of cum he produced.

"That was amazing!" Nimbalo gasped. "Really, I'm surprised, Tagg. You really can cum a lot. We should do this again sometime." "Well, I warned you," Tagg chuckled. "Come on, let's head to the river to wash up." "Yes, good idea. I'm a mess."

The two left their clothes on the ground, planning to come back for them when they had washed up, and headed towards the river. They climbed into the cool water and washed the cum from their bodies. "I wonder what other beasts will think if they come across the mess we made back there," Nimbalo chuckled. "Haha! I wish I could see the expression on the face of whoever finds all that," Tagg laughed. He paused before speaking again. "You know, you're the first person I've felt comfortable doing something like this with." "I am? Well, you know, we are friends after all," Nimbalo said. "Besides, it was fun!" "That it was," Tagg chuckled.

"Well, I think I'm clean enough," Nimbalo said, climbing out of the river. "It's getting late. Shall we go to sleep and continue our journey in the morning?" "Yes, let's," Tagg said, smiling at his mouse friend. "You must be tired after all that!" Nimbalo chuckled. "Hm, I am actually," Tagg grinned. "Well, let's head to sleep then. G'night, Nimbalo." With that, the two friends returned to their camp site, ready to go to sleep and continue their journey in the morning.