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Otis is copyright
cckitty since CC was the first one to comment on my last story. Not that CC knew I was holding a contest. I'm sneaky that way.
Oh, and Max is inspired by
wildrider.
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"You're late, Venti," the otter said in his thick Louisiana accent as the jackal entered the locker room.
"Sorry, Otis, had to vote on one of those elections. Did you know we're electing a new president today?"
"Waitin' until the last minute? I voted last week." The otter grinned up at Venti after he finished tying his shoelaces. He was heavy with muscle like the jackal, but the jackal outweighed him by fifty pounds. If he were a few inches taller, he'd be one of the few that could look Venti in the eye. At exactly nine feet tall, he was one of the largest otters Venti knew.
"So I like to procrastinate when it comes to doing democratic things." Venti placed his gym bag in his locker, taking off his shirt and pants before putting on his red spandex shorts.
"Wearing the spandex today?"
"Yup. That cute equine Max is behind the counter today, so I want him to see how I'm a monument to perfect jackals everywhere."
Otis rolled his eyes, leaning up against the locker next to Venti's. "You don't need spandex to show him that. Just let him catch you 'accidentally' in the showers."
"I'm not that smart to craft such a devious plan."
"Bullshit. You planned a surprise birthday party for me while I was in the same room with you and the others once."
"That's because you got so many muscles it crowded out your brain."
Otis gave Venti a playful punch that could shatter bones on anyone else smaller. "Look who's talkin'. You're bigger'n me."
"That's because I'm almost a decade older than you."
"So you keep on remindin' me."
"Yet you never respect your elders."
Otis, leaned forward to kiss the jackal's cheek. "You never try to earn it until we're workin' out." The two met three years ago, both needing a spotter, and as fate would have it, they met in very same locker room. Otis loved Venti's eyes, while Venti loved that thick drawl Otis had when speaking. "That reminds me, we're workin' on legs today."
"I guess our thighs could use the workout."
"As opposed to the workout you're wantin' to give Max?"
"Exactly."
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Oh, and Max is inspired by

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"You're late, Venti," the otter said in his thick Louisiana accent as the jackal entered the locker room.
"Sorry, Otis, had to vote on one of those elections. Did you know we're electing a new president today?"
"Waitin' until the last minute? I voted last week." The otter grinned up at Venti after he finished tying his shoelaces. He was heavy with muscle like the jackal, but the jackal outweighed him by fifty pounds. If he were a few inches taller, he'd be one of the few that could look Venti in the eye. At exactly nine feet tall, he was one of the largest otters Venti knew.
"So I like to procrastinate when it comes to doing democratic things." Venti placed his gym bag in his locker, taking off his shirt and pants before putting on his red spandex shorts.
"Wearing the spandex today?"
"Yup. That cute equine Max is behind the counter today, so I want him to see how I'm a monument to perfect jackals everywhere."
Otis rolled his eyes, leaning up against the locker next to Venti's. "You don't need spandex to show him that. Just let him catch you 'accidentally' in the showers."
"I'm not that smart to craft such a devious plan."
"Bullshit. You planned a surprise birthday party for me while I was in the same room with you and the others once."
"That's because you got so many muscles it crowded out your brain."
Otis gave Venti a playful punch that could shatter bones on anyone else smaller. "Look who's talkin'. You're bigger'n me."
"That's because I'm almost a decade older than you."
"So you keep on remindin' me."
"Yet you never respect your elders."
Otis, leaned forward to kiss the jackal's cheek. "You never try to earn it until we're workin' out." The two met three years ago, both needing a spotter, and as fate would have it, they met in very same locker room. Otis loved Venti's eyes, while Venti loved that thick drawl Otis had when speaking. "That reminds me, we're workin' on legs today."
"I guess our thighs could use the workout."
"As opposed to the workout you're wantin' to give Max?"
"Exactly."
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Category Story / All
Species Otter
Size 120 x 120px
File Size 11.3 kB
*Squee!* Well I must say, not only was this a really good story, you managed to pretty much hit Otis' personality spot on in the exchanges between himself and Venti. :)
I'm totally honoured by this unexpected cameo for one of my characters and I thank you for so accurately capturing his essence. ^__^
I'm totally honoured by this unexpected cameo for one of my characters and I thank you for so accurately capturing his essence. ^__^
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