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Orientation

By Laz Briar

A special thanks to Ghost of Smut for allowing me to write about his shark gal, Zhaleh!

Putting recruits through the runner wasn't exactly Roxxan's specialty. Even with all her experience rolling drunks and tossing tough guys, translating that to, well, a teachable element was hard. Doing work 'behind the scenes' for the boss? Well, that was much harder.

Most of the time, newbies were caught way, way off guard. Ricker - Roxxan's boss - always kept a loud, boldface lettering before the meat of his ads got started: EXPECT THE UNEXPECTED. And he wasn't kidding. The Doberman preferred "flexibility" when it came to business.

Sure, Talking Horses was a pretty well-known bar on the southmost part of Loka's coast, but it wasn't the original setup. Back in his younger days, Ricker ran a nice stable of studs and gals, the kind who might protect you, or blow you. Or both. But it so happened, his business was in direct competition with far better avenues for red-light services. As such, he quickly transferred his model to the tested and true: hocking booze.

But that didn't mean old sins washed away. Ricker fancied he might one day go back to cameras and cocks, assuming something like the internet fell apart. Or maybe he just liked his "method" of interviewing recruits. Regardless, anybody looking to make their bank with his little setup had to get familiar with it, in the intimate sense.

Suffice to say, Roxxan was charged with getting a hopeful 'introduced' to the Talking Horse family.

Zhaleh, she went by. Roxxan found her knocking a fella twice her size flat on his ass after a sordid, drunk encounter, and it prompted the squirrel to invite Zhaleh to consider some work. Tough girls had to stick together, after all.

But it wasn't just that. Zhaleh held a disposition quite unlike anything Roxxan had encountered before. She was, in essence, a shark, but a model Roxxan was completely unfamiliar with. Sculpted body matched with the patterns of a great white, but with a soft, girlish face more hominid than anything. A scruff of dark, short hair complimented her scary - though seductive - grin, and her arms bore fins like her animal primary. Yet, though shark in nature, she lacked a tail or other features one might find in traditional chimera breeding.

Roxxan wanted to ask what Zhaleh's model and make were, but figured that might've been too much a pry. It struck the squirrel that Zhaleh wasn't from around Loka, and assuming she was 'made' was easily misconstrued as an insult to non-chimera folk.

Still, Zhaleh didn't turn down the idea of good money, especially working at a seedy dive like Roxxan's job. All the squirrel had to do was get her 'acquainted.' It was a standard process everyone had to go through.

After clearing it with her boss, it was just a matter of the old dog getting paperwork setup.

Patiently, Roxxan waited for Ricker to fumble through a series of documents. They were in his office, the Doberman working through potential schedules, salaries, and how best to proceed with Zhaleh's orientation.

The shark girl wasn't with them, told to wait outside the room. Ricker preferred surprises, insisted it was necessary for sorting out the weak from the tough. Roxxan knew otherwise; he liked to get off on it.

Ricker tapped his finger, glancing at a few papers which had some barebones info on Zhaleh, including a hastily taken photograph.

"You sure she knocked em' out?" he said, not looking up, referencing Zhaleh's skirmish.

Roxxan crossed her arms. "The hell's that supposed to mean?"

"Well, nothing."

He scanned over the image carefully, as if probing for weakness.

"'Bout as tall as you, kinda petite for a shark though. Thought those models were supposed to be specialized, you know, high class operation shit?"

Indeed, standard landside great whites were immense in design, extremely rare to see in public. Zhaleh certainly wasn't a slouch there - Roxxan immediately saw the fine sinew of muscle dancing through her body. But specialized for combat? Not so much.

"She's not a 'model,' boss, not like that. Least I don't think. But she hooked that fucker like his face was paper, I don't even think Howitz could punch so hard."

Ricker grumbled. "Hmmm, if you say so." He looked up, giving a smirk.

"Howitz, huh? I'll put him on roster. Sounds like you got a spot for him."

Roxxan held out her arms, helpless. "Wha? I just mea- Ugh, fine. He can hold his own, I guess."

Ricker looked over the squirrel, like he was discovering her again for the first time.

"How long's it been since you ran a newbie?"

Roxxan leaned back in her chair, shrugging. "I'unno, you don't have me do that. Somethin' with me and Sig, I guess?"

She tried to recall. Sigveia, another squirrel - though one who preferred a 'goth' look - was similar in proportion to Roxxan, so the boss dog had them go down on one of his bigger studs.

He whistled. "Oh, well hot damn. That was a year ago. All right."

He scribbled something down. The squirrel quirked a brow, tall ears attentive, bush tail wiggling with anxious curiosity.

"Whyyyy?"

Rick chuckled. "I'm putting Chester on roster too. Maybe Mac? He's always wanted to get his knot in ya'."

Roxxan made a face. "What? The fuck, boss? The hell did I do?"

He put his arms up in innocence. "Not a damn thing. You're my best girl. And if my best girl is vouching for somebody else, well. You can't blame me for doing some quality control, right?"

Oh you sly little fuck, Roxxan thought. Ricker always held himself to a high standard - or pretended to. Fancy professionalism, everyone called it. He never slept with his stable, but his casual authority on who banged who felt like the same thing.

Granted, he paid well, so nobody complained.

"Damn," Roxxan muttered. Chester and Howitz were veteran studs. Big horses from opposite sides of the country, and in typical equine fashion they weren't exactly shy in their size. Roxxan always joked Chester could knock her out with his dick. Guess she'd find out.

"Oh relax, you'll have help. And if this gal sticks around once the cocks come out she's a keeper."

That was always the breaking point. Ricker never forced hopefuls to stay - but testing their resolve was a big part of his schema.

'Look, guys love that shocked expression shit. So if we ever get back to shuffling porn we'll be rich I'll have so many raw, amateur videos!' His logic.

Roxxan grunted. "Yeah. You gonna' pay me extra for Mac, then?"

Ricker sneered. "You gonna' let him knot that pretty cunt? Then yes."

The squirrel sighed. Fine. Mac was no slouch either. He was, so he told, a pleasure model, and by proxy sported the "equipment" of one. And maybe it was doggish nature or maybe some ancient primal relic to chase rodents, but the white Shepherd had a puppy crush on Roxxan.

"Okay, okay," she conceded. "Shit boss, givin' me a lot to explain to the new girl."

He waived it off. "If she can hold down my best boys, it'll be worth it."

He penciled down another scrawl of itinerary, not looking up. "Take the suite. Camera should be ready. I'll ping the lads, and, well, you just get ready."

Roxxan grunted. There wasn't much 'getting ready' could do to really prepare herself, or Zhaleh, for handling the boys. But the boss was law, so wordlessly, Roxxan stood and squeaked her compliance, heading out of the office to see Zhaleh.

Waiting in a narrow hall above the main entrance of Talking Horses, Zhaleh wore an expression of impatience. Foot tapped, arms crossed, eyes dancing around as if seeking out a skirmish; not the kind of person to leave idle for too long.

When Roxxan finally approached, Zhaleh's visage softened with relief.

"Oi, squirrely, you sure do like takin' your sweet time. Time's money and I ain't got all night!"

Roxxan's tail wiggled curiously.

"Uh, yeah, sorry," she said. "Boss likes to get things nice and official."

She gave Zhaleh one last look over, as if to assure herself that indeed, the shark gal was capable of "taking it."

"Ya' boss like doing things behind doors? Ain't even had an interview! And I don't even have a resume or whatever it is they want at jobs!"

Roxxan shook her head. "Don't worry 'bout it. Not that kind of interview. We do things pretty uh, casual around here."

Zhaleh started to pick at her serrated fangs, her eyes dulling with boredom.

"All I know is, I ain't tossin' stupid drunks or swinging my fists right now. This isn't exactly the setup you told me about, squirrely."

Roxxan put hands to hips, grumbling. She looked behind her, eyeing the door that lead to another upstairs section of the bar which had several additional rooms, one reserved for the suite. She tried to picture how well Zhaleh might hold up, with the studs having their way, imagining how much of a workout was ahead.

"Okay, look," started Rox, returning her gaze to Zhaleh.. "Usually newbies don't know what they're in for, but, I dunno. Call it mutual respect for knockin' out someone twice your size."

Here, Zhaleh peered at Rox like she'd discovered an overcooked piece of salmon. "Eh?"

Roxxan smirked. "Heh, yeah. Well. I've gotta' get you accustomed. Aaaand that means you and me have to work over the boss's boys. Big guys."

Zhaleh blinked. "Oi, the hell you sayin'? Work over?"

"I'm sayin. . ." Roxxan paused, considering the words. "Well, I'm sayin' if you wanna prove how tough ya are, you're gonna have to fuck studs with dicks as big as your arm. Everybody's gotta' do it."

Zhaleh didn't say anything. Rather, her face twisted with an expression of amused disbelief.

Roxxan put up her hands defensively. "Look, I know what it sounds like! But it's I dunno, bonding. Boss use to run a porn racket. Everyone has to fuck everyone. Even our biggest hoss had a mouthful of nuts at one point."

The squirrel realized how foolish, stupid, and insane it all sounded when spoken aloud. But she did her best to explain it anyway.

"Ya' don't have to do it either. Just, yannow. Figure I'd give you a fair warning."

There was a pause. Then, the shark gal rolled her eyes, clicking her tongue.

"Pfft, that all? Shit, squirrely, thought you was about to say you were runnin' some kind of drug ring."

"Uhh. . ."

Zhaleh shrugged. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Big fat dicks? What else is new. Just promise they ain't gonna' get all soft when they see my teeth."

Roxxan rubbed her head. The nonchalance and, well, near disinterest disarmed her. Was she honestly that surprised, though, that a gal like Zhaleh had been around a cock or two? Her attire certainly eschewed any sense of prudence - an open white top hinting at her perky breast and jean-shorts, not exactly the clothing of a fighter.

The shark grinned. "Mmm, dicks as big as my arm, eh? Oi, been a while since I got to wrestle a hoss."

Now it was Zhaleh's turn to give Rox a casual once over.

"But if ya' helpin' me, just don't slack! Got it, squirrely?"

The squirrel flushed. "Wha? What's that supposed to mean! I've sucked nuts bigger than your head, newbie! You try to keep up!"

Zhaleh snickered. Whether earnest or no, she had the temperament Ricker liked. And, admittedly, Roxxan liked feisty fighters too.

Tail wiggling with squirrely agitation, Roxxan motioned for the "trainee" to follow her. They soon crossed passed the barrier to the topmost part of the bar, leading to another hallway of rooms. One was reserved for storage and another for security. The last, however, was the suite, a portal of red with the word FUN stenciled onto it.

They entered, and within was a quaint, plainly furnished room clearly designed for recording. A single bed, a single couch, and enough space for a camera and several bodies to fill. And bodies it had.

The suite wasn't empty. Once the door creaked open, three heads snapped to attention. Howitz, Chester, and Mac looked up with greedy, eager expressions.

"Roxxy!"

Mac spoke first. His fluff white tail wagged and his built, sturdy figure was quite visible through the black security attire he and the two others wore. Obviously, he was most eager to see the squirrel, and no doubt his balls were aching to drain themselves in the fiery furred rodent.

To the side, one could make out an amused 'oh my god' from Chester. The two horses were quite aware of Mac's puppy love, to the point of irritation.

"Thank god you showed up, he was about to start humpin' pillows."

Here Howitz spoke. Oldest hoss, a horse of impressive size, with a blonde mane and pale, wheat furred body.

"Or one of us," Chester joked.

Now, Chester was the undisputed champion of Rick's little stable. "Cock king" everyone jokingly called him. But it was true. Dark as the night, most figured his chimera model was something straight out of royal breeding - a virile, fertile suitor for any prospective mare. But, rather than dotter on as a factory for offspring, Chester found himself working as a throng for Ricker.

Roxxan regarded them with casual familiarity, but stepped to the side to introduce Zhaleh.

"Yeah, yeah," she said. "Don't get all excited for me now, we got a newbie, remember?"

Indeed, Zhaleh looked between the males and, at most, looked as unimpressed as ever. Perhaps she was familiar with the environment, or maybe she'd just seen bigger.

"This is Zhaleh," continued Roxxan, gesturing to her understudy. "She'll be helpin' me work you boys over, so be nice."

The 'trainee' flashed a grin, bearing serrated teeth. "So, I'm s'posed to take all of ya' on, am I?"

Chester rubbed his chin, studying the new prospect. "That's the idea."

"Well hang on, Rox is helping too, right?" interjected Mac, because of course he would.

Roxxan was tempted to decline this and refer to herself as a casual observer, but she refrained.

"Oh come your cock," said the squirrel. "There's enough pussy for everyone, sheesh."

Zhaleh scoffed. "I don't need ya' help."

Howitz and Chester rumbled with laughter.

"I like this one," said Howitz. "Word got out you flatlined some bull. You're just the kinda girl we need around here. Roxxan's been slacking."

He winked, chuckling again.

Roxxan nudged Zhaleh. "Nice of you to offer, but I'm getting' paid for this too, you know."

Chester grumbled in approval. "You explain to her what the flat fee is?"

He didn't wait for a response. Rather, he moved to set up the camera, a complex apparatus of recording devices built into the wall, talking as he worked.

"Miss Zhaleh, since you're working three guys, that's $500 per stud. Now this isn't official, so there's no hourly, but you'll get cut a check once we wrapped up. Or cash, if you prefer."

This procured an expression of interest from the shark. "Oi', you messin' with me? That's a lot of scratch! You better not be tryin' to screw me!"

Howitz laughed. "Well, we are. But not in that way. No worries, you'll get paid. Promise. I thought I was getting trapped myself when I started here, had to let this hoss work me over," he said, throwing his head at Chester.

"But I walked home richer than I'd ever been."

Chester nodded. "Provided you do a good job. Hope you know how to work those lips, young lady."

The apparatus hummed to life and a tiny, red beacon appeared in comradery with its lens. Zhaleh crossed her arms, defiant.

"Just don't get all limp on me."

Chester gave a smirk, one that approved of the newcomer's fight-y personality. That was good to have; too many tough guys loaded with booze were always looking to pick a fight and harass the ladies. If you couldn't roll them, Talking Horses wasn't for you.

"Mind getting things warmed up, Roxxan?" said Chester.

With an expected nod, Roxxan returned her attention to Zhaleh. "Yeah."

"So, hope you don't mind teamwork, sharky. Just follow my lead and things'll go nice and smooth, mm?"

With a smirk, Rox drew her finger to Zhaleh's chin. Wordlessly, she pressed her hominid muzzle close, then, in dainty fashion, applied a warm peck to the trainee's lips. Not long. A quick, curious one, a love tap to test just how flexible Zhaleh really was.

Zhaleh's eyes widened for a brief moment, and her cheeks reddened with a timid flush.

But, she wasn't about to be outdone by some uppity squirrel. "Oh, you tryin' at that, eh? C'mere cutie. . ."

Zhaleh let her finned arms fish around Roxxan's hips, tugging the thick bottomed squirrel close, pressing her lips into the other. What once started as a few playful pecks morphed into a lustful embrace. It was Roxxan's turn to be taken aback, her face flushing as Zhaleh smooched and nibbled at lip, chin, cheek, exploring the shape of Roxxan's visage.

Before either knew it, their tongues were dancing together, a chorus of excited breaths and smacks emerging from their oral coupling. They embraced in a gentle tangle of bodies, Roxxan's fluff squirrel tail wrapping around the shark as if to covet her from everyone else.

"Nnng," squeaked Roxxan, staring into the trainee. "Fuck. Can I just take you home?"

Zhaleh leaned, whispering. "Mm, anytime, squirrely, anytime. . ."

Mac, in jealous protest, spoke up. "Hey! Don't have too much fun you two!"

Howitz looked on, feeling his groin start to shudder. "I dunno, maybe they should. That's a damn fine sight."

"Mm," agreed Chester. "But, we're not getting paid to stand around."

As the gals continued their embraced, hands beginning to explore one another, Chester took it upon himself to strip out of attire. The loose fabric did plenty to hide his raw, massive figure, and before anyone else he was stripped bare, his ebon groin twitching from the pleasant sight.

The others didn't take long to follow suit. In fact, as Mac tossed his attire away, his immense, pink flank was engorged, dribbling with tiny beads of pre.

"You two better get to work," said Chester, glancing from the duo to the dog. "I'm starting to think Mac will fuck a hole through the wall."

The two admittedly had difficulty prying themselves from one another. But a quick glance around the nake males and their exposed lengths was enough to snap them back to the job at hand.

Scoffing in defiance, Zhaleh gave the three a skeptical look. "Fine! So which o' you boys is first?"

The white Shepherd wasn't content to stand about. Rather, he appeared behind Rox, looming over the squirrel with his immense size, his pink, hot malehood prodding between the squirrel's thick thighs.

"Well I'm callin' dibs!" he said, grinning. Roxxan squeaked, his hands pressed into her hips, massaging gently.

"Just couldn't wait, could ya?" Rox shot back, her fluff squirrel tail giving him a playful tap.

Chester shrugged. "Works fine. Just get in camera shot. That means, missy, you'll have to take two. Think you can handle that?"

Zhaleh glanced to see Mac's hand already running under Roxxan's security top, kneading her breast, so figured there wasn't much fun to be had with the squirrel. For now.

Instead, her gaze fixed to the two equines, their members now stiff with desire, proud ebon spires demanding satisfaction.

"Easy mode," challenged the shark, smirking. Without further protest, she sauntered to the males, giving their lengths a playful inspection. They were certainly taller, monoliths of muscle and natural strength, but nothing she couldn't handle.

"If you say so," said Howitz. Here, the two males positioned themselves towards the couch, so that all five were easily visible to the prying eyes of a recording camera.

With practiced ease, Zhaleh lowered. Not kneeling, but let herself squat, rump pressed into shoes while her hands sprang out and grabbed both Howitz and Chester's loins. Though she had the stature of a fighter, her digits were soft, palms beginning to wrap and squeeze the fat girths with attentive skill. The veiny pricks felt a bath of warmth radiate over them, the males grumbling in satisfaction.

As for Mac and Roxxan, the eager dog was quite happy to finally strip down the long-desired squirrel. He never got to spend much time with her, and thus his fingers played and explored where they could. Indeed, once Rox's security top fell to the ground, the hound let digits yank and tease her sensitive nips, procuring a few squeaks as he did.

"Mmf, Roxxy, been thinkin' about this for a while," he said, rutting her from behind. He could feel her snatch start to warm and moisten, pressing him on further.

"Pah, I bet, you desperate horndog," she shot back, her own hands coming to mingle with his own. "Been thinkin' about me suckin them' nuts for a while, huh?"

Mac shuddered. "Nm, m-maybe."

Zhaleh, in the meanwhile, shifted gears. She took the tips of the equine masts and applied suckling, warm kisses to each. Her lips wrapped about the weighty crowns with enthuse, staring up with a wicked grin as her sloppy mouth filled the suite with a lewd chorus. She'd continue to press them both against her cheeks, her mouth, smacking the hard flesh against herself, both horses nickering pleasantly.

"Damn, girl, you've _definitely_done this before," said Howitz, watching the first inch of his flank vanish into that humanoid mouth.

She loosed it with a loud pop, giving a snicker. "S'what if I have? You ain't complainin."

Certainly not. Especially when Zhaleh went a step further, engulfing one of the hefty cocks into her mouth. First she took Howitiz, engulfing more of his malehood into her hot, wet throat. The expanse of his shaft spread her maw considerably, and the massive horse groaned with greater tumbles of pleasure.

"Mmf, good, good," he said, letting his hand play with her hair. But just as Zhaleh gave him enough attentive sucks, she switched to Chester. Her hands continued to stroke and massage both flanks, but she knew when one shaft was getting 'jealous.'

As for Mac, the dog was as lustful as a teenager just discovering porn. He tossed Roxxan to the bed while she squeaked with surprise, his drippy dog cock demanding he find a hole to shove himself in. A soft squirrel pussy would do.

"Eh! Don't break the bed!" she said, allowing the hound to strip away her shorts. "You wanna' owe more money to the boss?"

He gave a playful shrug. It was hard for him to focus, after all. Instead, he crawled over the squirrel, giving her amiable kisses, licking at her neck, nuzzling her cheeks. Though, he could barely afford himself any foreplay, what with his raging mast so voracious for satisfaction.

Indeed, the tip of his flank rubbed against her outer lips, teasing its purpose. The warm snatch was tight around the tip, quaking with want, while Roxxan squeaked in protest.

"Nff, well don't fuckin' waste time!"

Not like Mac needed much reason to hold back. With driblets of pre, he began shoving himself in the hot tunnel that was Roxxan's cunt, stretching the teardrop as his hot doghood dove into her. Despite her strength, Roxxan couldn't help but release a girlish moan, watching as the flank vanished into her folds.

Zhaleh and the other males had begun to quicken pace too. A sordid chorus of coughing, sloppy sounds emerged from their corner. Chester was hammering himself into the shark gal's throat, bulging the oral tunnel completely as his enormous member crashed into her hot, awaiting maw with merciless strikes.

"MMK! SLLK!"

Despite her previous mouthiness, there wasn't much the shark could muster now. Fat, heavy testes smacked into her chin, while she was forced to grip against the black stallion's hips or else be toppled by his grunting blows. Each time his hefty cock pulled away from her throat, it dribbled a river of saliva and pre to the ground, while Chester had taken her head into his palm, throwing visage into his loins.

Howitz was content to watch, though stroked himself observing those soft lips service the immense ebon pole. Zhaleh's eyes watered as she struggled for breath, only allowed to take a gasp as she felt herself railed upon Chester's loins. But, despite how large the horse was, her aggressive attitude remained. It would take more than a couple studs to wear her down.

It wasn't until Chester rumbled with a heavy, masculine groan than his load eventually released. Sticky seed burst from his crown and poured thick dollops down Zhaleh's throat, until he yanked himself free as a stream of white covered her visage. She sputtered, sipping breaths as the security stud made a sloppy mess of her face, the black horse clenching teeth through first orgasm.

"Hmmmf, not bad miss, not bad," he said, his shaft still solid, though spilling veins of white. "But we're not done."

He gestured to Howitz, who was quite eager to take his turn.

"Nnnf, that all ya' fuckers have?" spat the shark, wiping her cheek.

Admiring the challenge, Howitz wordlessly gripped her by the head with both hands and shunted himself into her mouth. A gurgling, choking sound rang about the room as he, like his elder, thrust wildly into the girl's maw. He wasn't as large as Chester, but the distinction left little to the imagination.

"Ohh god," Howitz mumbled, using Zhaleh like a sock. "S-shit you're good, can't even feel those teeth. . ."

Indeed, anyone less skilled would likely have left a far more permanent mark.

"FMMMm!" Zhaleh yelled with muffled yelps. She did her best to slurp and lap against the other dark pole, though felt herself wobble and buck with each of his motions.

Those were overcome by another crowd of noises. On the bed, Mac was panting and howling as he had begun to pulverize Roxxan's pussy with his hot, hungry loins. His mast was enough to spread her wide, stopping only short of the knot, a wide bulge that threatened to push Roxxan beyond her limits.

Mac nibbled at Rox's neck, licking where he could, practically drooling.

"I'm gonna' take that cunt for my own," he hissed, growling in her ear. Consumed by animal possession, there wasn't else on his mind, driven now by instinct rather than sense.

Roxxan wrapped a muscular arm around his neck, keeping him close. Her plump orange breasts flattened against his own built chest, groaning with every loud, uncompromising smack into her snatch.

"Just fuckin' try it," she challenged. A mix of desire and protest. She never experienced it before, after all.

Here, Mac pushed himself up from his thrusts, shoving himself to the before-knot. He paralyzed Roxxan on his pole, looking her over.

Wordlessly, he grabbed her ankles and shoved them up towards her neck, exposing her pink folds for better punishment.

"Nnng, you asked for it. . ."

Before Mac could execute his devious plan, he was interrupted by a slight motion. Howitz and Chester had "warmed up" Zhaleh to their satisfaction. Now, the shark gal was stripped bare and pushed to the bed, next to Roxxan.

"Might as well work them both over," Chester said. He motioned to Howitz, who decidedly took position on the bed as well, under Zhaleh. Mac, in the meantime, paid it little mind, wriggling his hips as he prepared to possess Rox's precious pussy.

Zhaleh sputtered, looking at the squirrel then back to the hoss. Howitz was under her, his pole slipping between the split of her plump backside, teasing entry.

"Eh? So you fuckers can't handle me solo? Figures!"

Chester laughed. "Doesn't look like it. Staring to think you're too much for us, miss."

Howitz gave the shark a kiss, tasting a mix of seed. "You're a fighter," he complimented. "But I hope you can handle this!"

Now, the equines worked in tandem. Chester placed the crown of his length against Zhaleh's pink ring, teasing her anal entry with its immense size. Despite her feistiness, Zhaleh had to shudder. This was met with Howitz's own tease, his cockend coming to her snatch, both prepping their entry.

All at once, they shoved themselves into the fighter, and she was forced to let out a stunned yelp. But they weren't going easy. Like a well-oiled machine, they immediately began pumping their hips into her hot holes, gliding through rectal and vaginal tunnel, a tandem of loud, audible smacks blanketing the suite.

Encouraged by the sordid display occurring next to him, Mac finally made his move. With a rough growl, he began pushing his hips into Roxxan's cunt, holding her ankles tight while his knot spread her suckling nether lips.

"NNNNNSHIT!"

Roxxan could only squeak in protest as a strange new sensation of raw tightness overwhelmed her, the veiny prick massaging her walls but also forcing new space for the dog's intruding instrument. It was strange indeed, because she wasn't built like a bitch, and soon enough, Mac had her on lock.

Utterly pleased with himself, the white Shepherd swirled his thighs, testes boiling as he began to release seed into her awaiting tunnel. Pleased, because there was nowhere else for his issue to go.

"NNG! MY BITCH!" he roared, making sure his hips were as close to the squirrel as possible. Now her cunny was forced to accept everything the dog had to offer, satisfying his primal instinct of possession. It would wear off after the heat of their coupling, but not a moment later.

"You g-greedy little fuck," hissed Roxxan, watching her snatch fill and suckle as white began drooling from it, expanded beyond normal means.

She almost didn't notice the relentless pounding next to her. Zhaleh was speechless, mouth agape, body bucking forward as the hoss duo slammed into her like a hammering piston. Their own testes bubbled and churned with fresh seed, and it wouldn't be long until they lost control too.

"Oi! S-shit, that all you got!" Zhaleh managed to say, before the grunting horses drove their efforts further and banged into her supple body with a concentrated effort.

Chester gripped her hips and took no mercy upon her rectal tunnel, forcing the tight ring to capitulate for his cock. Howitz, in the meanwhile, was satisfied just to have his cock serviced by her tight cunt, the wet folds wrapped as perfectly as her lips.

Mac, sated that he had the squirrel tied down, changed position. He held her tight while falling to his back, forcing the squirrel to ride him, his hands fondling and smacking against her generous fat ass.

"You like being my squirrely bitch?" he hissed, grinning up at her. She shot him a feisty glance, though found it difficult to concentrate with his pike so far into her.

"S-shut up, nerd," she managed to say, before a retaliatory buck of his hips quieted her.

Finally, the trio next to Roxxan reached their climax. Howitz and Chester were clearly trained in unison, peaking at the same moment. Soon, Zhaleh found her holes flooded by another deluge of hot, white issue, their cocks plunging completely into her, assuring not a drop of seed was missed.

Just as quickly as the motions began, things settled. Despite her resilient frame, Zhaleh had to lean into Howitiz, squirming as their sodden poles pulled free from her. Goopy nectar evacuated her nethers, a little bonus for her efforts.

Chester sucked in a few breaths, massaging her rump. "Not bad for round one."

He looked back, making sure the recording apparatus had taken enough shots, before giving the shark gal and Roxxan a studious gaze.

"I have a feeling it's going to be a while with you," he said to Mac, noting the hound finally found his sheathe.

Mac kept his stupid grin, relaxing as he ogled the squirrel firmly caught on his cock and knot.

"Mmm, she's not going anywhere," he intoned. With this, Chester appeared satisfied, changing position once more. This time, he pushed his crown against Roxxan's other hole, forcing her to lean.

"Well, let's give the cameras something nice to look at. . ."

And once again, the room was filled with another downpour of moans and smacks. Howitz found himself getting another round into Zhaleh's cunt, while Chester took advantage of Roxxan's "predicament" and pounded her rectal ring as ferociously as he did with the shark.

-*-

It was several hours later before the five finally finished. The suite was a mess of orgasm, issue, and ripped clothes. Mac finally felt his knot soften, releasing the squirrel, while Chester busied himself with new obtained footage.

As far as everyone was concerned, Zhaleh passed her "orientation" with flying colors. Ricker was happy to pay her for time spent, with a bonus.

When Roxxan inquired whether or not Zhaleh would stay to work for Talking Horses, she only shrugged.

"Only if it's with you, squirrely."