Roadhouse Vignette Gaiden: Mountain Respite
After the Desert Negotiations, Pax finds Themself in the arms of friends, and finds a way to thank them personally.
The day had been a busy one, The Ride back up into the hills had been treacherous as Pax's eye had been swelling shut. But it was dark out now, and Having made it to the Old Abandoned Horndog's Clubhouse. And there, The mouse saw the light on, and the two Bikes out front, and getting their kickstand down, felt the appreciative hugs of Russet and Sam, who helped them up the stairs. after Sam administered some medical attention, a few knowing glances were exchanged, and before long....
Pax, let out a weak little whimper as They felt Russet's cock shove against their backdoor. The un-bruised side of the mouse's face pressed into the soft, warm leather clad crotch of Sam, The Bull. Bovine's throbbing bulge leaking into his boxers but kept trapped, tormenting the poor mouse with it's proximity, The weathered bull's hand pinned the rodent's head down, as Pax stretched their asshole around the girth of the older bear mounting them. Their tail was yanked up and out of the way with an unceremonious heave, dangling around a point of articulation that made the bear smirk wickedly, dancing the mouse's hips back and forth, back and forth over his throbbing glans, until Russet sank himself deep into the mouse's backside, inch after sweaty turgid adrenaline fueled inch nestling deeeeep within that straining and spasming backdoor.
The Bull smirked, his hand's firm insistence gently yielding into a soft, compassionate set of strokes down the mouse's tawny, stiff, dirty mop of hair.
"You done good tonight, Pax." Sam said.
"NNNGH! yeahhhhhhhh real fuckin' good there shortstop!" Russet grrrowled as he heaved his gut up and let it -plop down on the mouse's ass, pinning that tail up and out of the way, as the bear's dick streaaaaams a hot rush of wet precum splattering the depths of the Mouse.
Sam smiled again.
"Damned nice of you to thank us like this for just riding out, considering you'd done alll the heavy lifting today..." The old bull said as he leaned forward, and reached around to stroke the throbbing mouse's cock.
Pax's muffled, panting heaving delirious voice, moaned, as their prostate was speared, every yalp and thrust from the bear inside them, releasing the tension built up from the day's dangerous business.
"wha...AH!..wh..nngh! What are..f.FFUCK! f...fuhhhh....foohmygod......Wh..what are friends f...for,?"
"This." Said Russet, as he waited for Sam's hand to start to stroke the mouse's dick in counterpoint to his thrusts, and then...the old bear unloaded his bladder deep into the mouse. who's cock fired off almost instantly as the weight of the bear's warm personal fluids, filled them. Pax's knees went weak, and Sam scooted his chair upwards, taking a deep snort of the mouse's musk and precum gushing all over his hand, The old bull brought his hand back to his lips and slurped it, delicately, before pressing it into the mouse's face to lick clean.