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Brynn's feet ached. The raccoon was no slouch, in spite of his tremendous butt and large belly wobbling with every step, but walking through a wet, root-choked forest in the middle of Summer was never his idea of fun. He preferred the cool of the underground, away from the Sun. But, this green nightmare would be worth it if he found what he was looking for.

The locals were said to be tremendously well-endowed. Rumors spoke of their females having breasts so large one could be crushed beneath them, and cocks the thickness of a thigh sprouting from even the least masculine of males. Brynn, himself gifted with a balls that hung like a pair of tight melons in between his legs, could not help but be attracted to the myths. He simply had to see for himself. And, this time of the year, most of the continent celebrated one fertility rite or another. The perfect time, the raccoon reasoned, to go looking for a pleasant time with them.

According to the maps, the raccoon was mere hours away from their villages. He could see, here and there, signs of civilization. A tree stump, an old campsite, a broken obsidian blade; for miles, he glimpsed what their life must be like. These were no great city builders or powerful merchants of the East, or the dangerous, adventurous barbarians of the Northwest. No, these were quiet, industrious people that hunted for scale-leather, gathered wood, and combed every inch of the forest for berries and fruits to bring back home. A few of them, if the wide trails and broken sticks in footprints were any indication, were quite large, but Brynn could not quite place their species.

Then, he saw them. Three males, dragging a freshly killed snake, laughing among themselves. They appeared to be foxes, though of a sort Brynn never encountered before. They were short-legged, had wide, triangular ears, and light-gray circles around their dark, glittering eyes. Their brown-and-gray fur was darker in a collar around their shoulders, and their black-tipped tails moved with an energy befitting a dog rather than a vulpine. To the raccoon's pleasure, all three of the naked males had large, round bellies and obscenely fat sheaths hanging down to their knees. They walked with a peculiar gait, their low-hanging ballsacks nearly slapping their calves. One had balls even larger than Brynn's! With a smile, the adventurer stepped out, both paws raised in a peaceful gesture.

"Hello there!" he called. "Are you the River People?"

The three raised their spears, looked him over, and exchanged puzzled looks.

"Hello. You are... like us." one of them stepped forward.

With a blush, Brynn noticed the fox's cock was pierced, a heavy jade ring almost a paw's width through his sheath at its tip. Could that be a sign of rank?

"That's why I'm here. I heard you're very...big, and I wanted to see for myself." the raccoon said, looking closer at the trio.

The leader, or at least the first to speak with him, had a white patch of fur on his forehead, like the sickle of a moon running all the way to his left ear, which was also pierced with jade hoop, though much smaller. The one to his left, still holding unto the corpse of the python they hunted down, had a necklace of obsidian around his neck and his eyes shone just as brilliantly as the volcanic glass. The one to the leader's right, more muscular than the others, was the one whose scrotum made Brynn jealous.

"And, now that you've seen us, what do you think?" the leader asked, leaning on his spear with, grinning.

"You are quite handsome!" the raccoon answered readily.

The bigger fox laughed, a short, bark-like noise. The other two simply nodded.

"You're not the first to show up looking for us, but you are the first to come carrying as much between your legs as our males." the leader said. "I am Dorse. We call ourselves the Crab-Eaters, not River People, though I suppose, to the other people of this land, we must seem awfully attached to the forest's streams. Please, come with us. You want to meet all of us, I am sure."

Brynn followed the trio, watching their tails swish, brushing their deliciously fat behinds, their balls slapping their thighs as they hopped over roots and rocks of the forest. With that distraction from the heat and moisture beckoning him, the raccoon adventurer had a much easier time.

It felt as if no time at all passed when they arrived in the village. It was far more than Brynn imagined possible, so far from civilization. White walls, tiles, and clay shingles, rather than simple stacked stones and thatched roofs shone in the sunlight. His guides laughed at his surprise, and dragged the snake they caught to a nearby hut, calling over everyone to come and look at the raccoon.

The people that gathered around him were indeed incredible. Even the scrawny ones had mighty, swinging cocks and ballsacks that weighted them down or immense, fat globes of breasts stuck to their thin frames. What passed for overweight in the village, Brynn only ever saw among the nobility of other lands. One of the foxes was practically all belly, his titanic gut swaying close to the sand-dusted streets of the village as he slowly made his way forward.

"Hey!" he cheerfully waved to Brynn. "Welcome!"

The obese fox huffed energetically, jiggling forward like a tremendous bag of lard, all smiles and paw-shakes and claps on the shoulder. He was the typical politician, plus a dozen hundred pounds more. Like most of the others, he wore very little. Thick jade bracelets clicked against each other on his flabby arms, and his claws were tipped with gold, while a large, beaded beret rested on his head. The 'mayor', as he called himself, kept adjusting the ridiculous head covering, clearly unused to it.

"We don't get many visitors, so deep in the forest. I bet you came for the River God Festival, though. You look like the sort to enjoy it!" he beamed. "You'll wanna speak with the priesthood."

Brynn cocked an eyebrow, but allowed the fat vulpine to show him the way to one of the larger buildings in the village. Inside, sitting on scaled leather and woven mats, were much, much older creatures. More white fur, less fat on their bellies, but still quite lively, the raccoon decided, as he watched one of the priests, idly masturbating, his foot-long member slapping his gut every time he pumped his paw down.

"Welcome, raccoon." a female priestess said with a smile. "What do we call you?"

"I'm Brynn." the adventurer said.

"Let me guess. River God Festival?" she laughed, and her massive breasts heaved like two oceans of fat. "It's the only reason Reed would bring an outsider to us!"

Reed shuffled in place, and mumbled something about official business and his responsibilities, the fattest male in the room trying his best to look smaller.

"He's in charge of dealing with outsiders. But, as you might've guessed, he's really just the one that cooks our meals." the priestess said. "I'm the head priestess, Leesha."

Brynn nodded, choosing to give Reed some dignity. The raccoon knew why the big-bellied vulpine was in charge of dealing with outsiders, and it was not an enviable position. It was a common strategy used by tribes known for their dislike of civilization. Name a useless, pathetic fool their king or mayor or chief, and when the savages wearing armor come by to punish the important people for some imagined slights against this or that Empire, throw him before them. Though, judging from Reed's form, he was lucky so far. No one seemed interested in oppressing the Crab-Eaters, and he could go on stuffing his face, lazing about, and playing chef for the priests that truly ruled.

The adventurer half-bowed to the priestess, and then nodded to each of the other holy foxes present. The male that was pawing himself stopped when Brynn turned to him, and did his best to pretend he was paying attention to the newcomer, though his paw continued to stray as the raccoon spoke.

"You mentioned the River God Festival. I'm guessing it's a fertility rite? I would love to join you in that celebration. Especially if it includes a little... intimacy with your fine people." he said.

"Oh, ho!" the older vixen's smile actually seemed to grow wider. "You are very direct, new friend Brynn! And, you're as big as any of my grandchildren, where it counts. I'm sure you'll have plenty of fun with us. Don't need our permission for it, either. But, Reed brought you to us because..."

The 'mayor' stepped forward, claws clicking together nervously.

"Well...he looks perfect, doesn't he? For the God?" he said.

"An outsider? With the River God?" Leesha blinked.

"The River God would love him" the fat fox asserted, growing braver.

Brynn listened to the discussion, though he got lost when they began to argue rapidly in their own language. It was not too different from the tongue the raccoon himself spoke, but the speed with which the priests and their fat puppet ruler barked at each other made it difficult. Soon, however, the theological debate ended, and the priestess clapped her paws, nodding respectfully to Reed.

"Reed made some excellent arguments. And, we believe you would enjoy the company of the River God. As much as he would enjoy you, I am sure. Be sure to come naked for the ceremony, and don't fuck anyone at least a few hours before the rite. We wouldn't want you all floppy and soft." she teased.

Reed shoved Brynn out, showering the priests in thanks the whole way, rushing so much he had to stop, leaning against the door of their gathering place, panting.

"So, you didn't just volunteer me for a drowning, did you?" the adventurer's paw rested on the pommel of his shortsword as he looked at the sweating, happy fox.

"No, of course not!" Reed gulped air in between words. "I did for you! This is a special rite! Very fun! The best fun this village's got, besides the food!"

"Besides the food? Very well. Coming from you, that's high praise for whatever this rite is. Thank you for getting me in." Brynn said.

"I bet you'll give a good show." the fox said. "Now, you'll need a place to stay..."

Most of the homes in the village were small, one-bedroom affairs. Most of the foxes were eager to have a foreigner in their bed, but Brynn knew what he wanted. The more he thought of the hunter's pierced sheath and heavy, low-hanging sack, his beautiful, obsidian eyes, and that strange moon on his forehead, the more he lusted after Dorse. Politely as he could, the raccoon whispered the name to Reed. The fat male gave him a mischievous wink, and led him to one of the less well-kept houses. It was little more than a shed with a window, and when Dorse opened the door to the adventurer's hasty knock, Brynn saw that a bed took up most of the room. Soft mats, layers of soft, fluffy down stuffed into sacks to form pillows, and what looked to be snake skin hanging from the headboard made the fox's love nest look quite exotic, if a bit rough. The raccoon only had to meet the hunter's eyes for him to understand.

"Thank you, Reed." Dorse nodded to the big-bellied 'mayor' of the village.

"You two have fun!" the fatter fox said, and made some excuse about things cooking in his hut, waddling off looking very pleased with himself.

"So, you're as tired of walking through the forest as I am, eh?" Dorse flopped unto the bed, spreading his legs wide to give a good view of his maleness, his paw scratching his chest.

"The moment I saw you, I knew I'd want to enjoy your company before I left. And, since I can stay until your festival, I figured I could stay with you." the raccoon tried to sound calm, but he could already feel a pleasant thrumming warmth in between his legs, could already feel the vulpine musk in his nostrils.

"Oh? The priests said you can stay? Mmm!" the fox closed his eyes, his right paw wrapping around his fat sheath, rubbing along it, claws probing down its slit, at the enormous member within.

"Reed even got me to... do something with the River God?" Brynn's curiosity fought against his lust, and in the end, he has to settle for a compromise.

Closing the door behind him, the raccoon knelt on the bed, just close enough to watch Dorse playing with himself. His own erection was filling out already, excitement building up within him. Brynn could feel it in his balls; the fox before him simply had to hump him! Of all the handsome, miraculously masculine creatures in the village, this one was simply irresistible.

"You mean...you get to bed Vin Cen?" the fox's paw stopped its probing, the thick cock poking from his sheath continuing to throb without any stimulation. "And I get to enjoy you before that?"

Brynn nodded. The fox sat up, and before the adventurer had time to say anything, began to unbutton the raccoon's shirt as quickly as possible.

"This is an honor. A big, beautiful newcomer like you...and the God's chosen? I am blessed..." Dorse panted, nearly ripping Brynn's shirt off, casting aside his pack, and working feverishly on the belt his sword hung upon.

"Oh..." the raccoon's member grew hard, almost painfully so, as the fox's breath ruffled his fur and those small, skillful paws roamed over his gut, undoing buckles and stripping him completely naked.

Brynn closed his eyes and moaned, the fox's belly and cock rubbing against his own gut. Squished between two soft boulders of lard, their members twitched and slid against each other, slick with precum. The fox leaned in, pressing closer, planting a kiss on Brynn's shoulder, that soon turned into a lustful nibble. The raccoon wrapped his arms around the hunter, and licked his ears. The fox's sweat tasted delicious, a hint of sweetness and perfume somehow mixing with the salty sweat. In a haze of bliss, Brynn shuffled forward, pushing the fox up against the headboard, and then turned around.

Spreading his cheeks with both paws, planting his chin and chest on the pillows, Brynn raised his tail. Hidden beneath the bushy appendage was an impressive sight. Years of gluttony and sexual adventures molded the raccoon's ass. Soft, yet quite powerful, his tail hole clenched, like a cavernous second mouth eager for the fox's attentions. Dorse gave a small gasp, then approvingly stroked over the raccoon's buttocks, and down, at his taint, spiraling slowly until his pads were pressing into his new lover's anus.

With a chuckle, Brynn wiggled his butt in the air. The fox's excited panting gave way to little whines of need. His paws clutched at the raccoon's thighs, claws digging in a bit, and he rose up unto his knees. Heavy balls sloshing, he shuffled forward, thrusting his member over the cleavage of ass Brynn presented him, rubbing his veined, pink cock against the raccoon's dark, pulsing hole.

"Go on...slide in..." Brynn thrust back against the gray vulpine.

There was a splash, and the fox shuddered against Brynn, his paws squeezing his sides. Then, in a single, forceful shove, Dorse slid in. Inch after inch sank into the raccoon's ass, filling him, bulging his already large belly that little bit more. It was rare for the adventurer to have so little room left in his own innards when food was not involved, and he lay there, breathless, eyes wide, waiting to adjust. The fox, meanwhile, was beyond waiting. Whimpering, groaning sweetly with every involuntary clench of the raccoon, he hilted inside, his sheath ramming against the other male, his scrotum slapping into Brynn's. Sweat poured over the fox. He was in heavenly bliss, and he needed more, but his body refused to do much more than tremble every few seconds, his butt-cheeks clapping together uselessly as his hips sought to engage but only succeeded in minute twitches.

Brynn breathed, and shuffled on the bed, the fox's member inside him shifting just enough to bring pleasure. He began to hump the bed and his own belly, slowly, so as not to drive the fox over the edge too quickly, but still slide that thick, vulpine cock over his prostate. Dorse came to his senses by the fifth such thrust. Clenching his teeth, he began to shove into the raccoon when he thrust his ass backwards, driving the adventurer's dick back under the soft, round belly, squirting into the sheets.

Due to both their size and their endowments, their bliss rolled through them much, much too quickly. The fox behind him gasped and cried out with every thrust, speeding up until his gut loudly slapped Brynn's buttocks and his balls jiggled against the raccoon's own. Their sweat mixed and ran in rivulets down their bodies. Fox pre dribbled down from his ass, squeezed out by the pistoning cock. Brynn tried to hold back, but it was impossible. The edge approaching, he bit into the pillow and snarled, his own member sliding up to his chest, spurting seed around his breasts and splashing it backwards, all over his stomach. The puddle of cum built underneath him as he lay on his own gut, his limbs shivering uselessly, unable to hold him up in the midst of his orgasm.

Dorse, meanwhile, continued to hump him, lost in his own lust-filled derilium, whimpering and barking, his eyes half-closed as he rushed towards climax. The instinctive clenching of the raccoon beneath him, the twitching of those inner muscles all over his maleness, only brought him higher with no release. It was sweet torture, and the fox surrendered himself to it. Finally, his balls practically steaming, scrotum splashing in Brynn's semen, the vulpine slid out with a lewd slurp, and thrust upwards, sliding into Brynn's ass cleavage to finish himself. Cock trapped between his white belly and the dark gray-brown of the raccoon's backside, he moaned in relief, and his glans swelled, spitting up almost a gallon of his cum in an instant. Another hump, and his fat member soaked Brynn's back in a messy spray of fox seed. With a sigh, his dick still bobbing, slapping his belly and squirting, Dorse fell back unto the bed, and lay there, panting, paws rubbing over his belly.

"Well...you've certainly made a mess." Brynn raised a paw dripping with the combined juices of two virile males.

Dorse whispered an apology that sounded like an ecstatic, thankful breath. The raccoon, less effected, but still quite overwhelmed by the experience, chuckled, and wiped his paw on his side, before wiping his brow. The pair lay like that for a while, until gradually, their strength returned, and the last shivers of pleasure dissipated. For a while, they tried to cuddle, but soaking in their own cum, marinating in musk in the Summer heat was more than either could handle. Thankfully, when they went to the river, no one seemed to mind. The gray foxes going about their daily business all around them said nothing, though a few looked on with undisguised lust, following the naked raccoon's behind with their eyes.

It must be quite a sight, leaking vulpine cum every few feet, Brynn thought with a giggle. The river was only a few paces out of the village, and as he walked in, he marveled at its size and slowness. It was, to his eyes, nothing like the freezing cold mountain streams of his homeland, and nothing like the tame, boat-filled waterways of the cities. Brilliantly green grasses rustled, blades sliding against each other, and fat water-striders danced about the shore. Ancient trees nearly fell into the water mere feet away from them, but Dorse insisted they should bathe by the shore.

"You don't want to disturb the River God." he told Brynn with a straight face, before splashing into the river with a laugh. "He's really very sweet. We just don't want to scare the fish with our splashing about."

"And what about... you know? Giant eels? Catfish? Anaconda?" the adventurer asked, recalling horror stories about the wet forests of this place.

"Not around here!" Dorse grabbed a paw-full of leaves and began to scrub himself, a faint odor like lemon rising up from his hide. "The River God keeps us safe!"

Brynn followed suit with a shrug, grabbing some grass himself. Watching the fox cleaning his cock, he briefly considered begging to go again, but thought better of it. There would be plenty of time before the festival, and the raccoon wanted to make every bit of their fun something to remember.

Still, something bothered the adventurer. The way everyone spoke about him, their god had to be a creature of some sort, actually alive. And, at the festival, he would be expected to serve the deity's carnal desires somehow. Judging by the way everyone acted when a pair of males hurried to wash up after mating, it was obvious they had no trouble with the concept. But, what sort of being was the River God?

"Well, he's a lot like you and me. Just... bigger. And, more powerful. And, probably older than us. That's all." his fox companion said, and helped him get his backside clean, giggling when the raccoon wiggled in place, whimpering as his sore tail-hole was rubbed by rough leaves.

The rest of his time with Dorse and the other villagers was spent in a similar vein. In the morning, they hunted or fished in the river, in the afternoon, they made love and slept through the heat of day, and in the evening, they feasted. Snake meat, crabs, grains-and-grass of the forest, beer, roots, and sweet berries slid down Brynn's throat from sundown until far past midnight. The foxes, it turned out, slept little, even when compared to an adventurer, and ate more than any other people the raccoon ever encountered. Fortunately for the gluttonous, horny creatures, their home provided everything in such abundance that it was impossible to run out. What was picked clean and eaten one day seemed to regenerate the next. With elders moving only slightly slower than the youngsters, and the children never so much as sniffling with a minor illness in all the time he was there, the idea that the River God cared for them all became more and more reasonable. Nothing short of a miracle could be responsible for all this.

The raccoon never saw a single image of the deity while following Dorse around, either. When he asked, everyone seemed to find the idea of making an image of the being ridiculous. The River God was as real as anyone, and Brynn looked forward to finally meeting him.

When the day arrived, the whole village waited before Dorse's hut. Everyone wore shiny bracelets and necklaces that sparkled in the first rays of the Sun, shark teeth, obsidian carvings, and jade pieces hanging upon the fat, happy tribe weighing more than Brynn. The raccoon, used to being naked after two weeks with the Crab-Eaters, allowed himself to be festooned with gold-linked jade and snake-rib necklaces, covered in flowers, and his chest, belly, and sack rubbed with a mixture of oil, pollen, and honey by eager paws. Reed and Leesha rushed to heap congratulations and explanations upon him, but Brynn no longer listened. He flowed with the crowd, grinning from ear to ear, ringed tail impatiently twitching behind him. This was it. The River God would finally reveal himself.

The river, as inviting as ever, accepted flower petals and tiny bits of colored cloth, carrying them away at its usual pace, but something seemed different. It felt more disturbed, burbling at the shores, waves splashing from nowhere. Then, it became crystal clear. As the river bulged, water splashing in the distance, the adventurer knew that something gigantic was making its way from upstream.

Brynn felt the gray foxes around him tense up, holding him still. In the hush, the head priestess raised a paw, grabbing the Sun in her fist, and shouted.

"VIN CEN! VIN CEN! VIN CEN! CINVINCEN!" the village instantly caught up the chant, and Brynn struggled to keep up with the words as they increased in speed and volume until they were roaring, their voices echoing across the river.

Then, the River God appeared. Sleek, brown fur so dark it was almost black in the warm morning light flashed beneath the water. The immense creature, far larger than one of the Crab-Eater canoes, slowed down as he approached, the waves rippling from his passage no longer splashing water everywhere. By the time the River God was at the village's shore, his vast bulk had become easier to distinguish, no longer hidden by bubbles and ripples.

The River God was a weasel, long and narrow at the shoulders, his belly and hips wide, his tail comically narrow after his fat behind, but still a strong rudder as he swam. Judging by his thick fur coat and white-daubed mouth, he was a mink. But, this was no civilized creature of the cities. This was a giant, fed on magic of the water, his very nature itching Brynn from heart to loins. When he surfaced, spitting up water with a rumbling chuckle, a smell like pine bark, incense, blood, and the river's greenery permeated everything in an instant. The stuff smeared over the raccoon's stomach and balls was a mere approximation of that strange, holy perfume.

"Vin Cen, River God, please bless our year on your journeys, and bring us the fortunes of all other lands." Leesha said, stepping forward. "And, take this offering of pleasure."

The mink made a noise like a giggle mixed with a snarl, and drifted closer to shore. His belly was the same pleasant roundness of the Crab-Eaters, but at least three times bigger even than Reed's. It was a meaty sphere, barely wobbling, the hide stretched around it tough as leather, but still invitingly soft, fur glittering with droplets of river water. Vin Cen's sheath and ballsack looked like something from a wet dream. Brynn watched, open-mouthed, as the giant weasel scratched his gut, and the scrotum jiggled, each testicle bigger than Brynn's whole lower body.

"Go ahead. He is waiting." Reed's words in the adventurer's ear sounded distant.

That cock, pulsing up from the sheath already, hypnotized Brynn. Following instinct, he waded into the river, moving slowly, the sharp, deeply luminescent wells of the mink's eyes following Brynn's every step. There was hunger, and desire, and a terrible power in the mink's gaze, but he smiled so disarmingly that the raccoon's every worry dissolved the moment it surfaced. Breathing in the weasel's musk, he walked in between Vin Cen's legs, and placed a paw on the River God's ballsack.

A quiet cheer rose up from the gathered villagers, some offering advice, others simply voicing their happiness that the outsider was willing to go through with it. Vin Cen, for his part, spread his thighs for the raccoon to come closer. The mink motioned for the raccoon to approach, until Brynn's stomach pressed firmly against the god's balls. Brynn shuddered, and caressed the hot surfaces of those kit-makers, and gave a quiet moan. More male than he ever felt beneath his pads, each pulse through the mink's ballsack, each twitch of the furry scrotal hide felt magnified, especially against Brynn's own crotch.

The raccoon grew hard, buried in the cleavage of sack, his cock not even pretending it would ever emerge. There was no escaping the wet heat of Vin Cen's balls, the gigantic weasel's raphe feeling like a mountain range against Brynn's glans. As if some magical mirror that grew things a hundred-fold, the tree-trunk of mink maleness emerged, fully hard, in response to the raccoon's involuntary hump into the godly balls.

Hesitantly, trembling with excitement he hadn't felt since he was a virgin, the adventurer's paws left the River God's orbs, and grasped the shiny, purple-red dick. It felt like any other male's, squeezed with ease, but its size made it impossible to encircle. With a grunt, Brynn shoved forward, his feet lifting off the ground, and hugged the immense, six-foot rod. His arms barely surrounded its base. Somewhere above him, he felt the cock's head bloat larger, and a stream of precum splashed down over his shoulders. The mink groaned, the sounded reverberating through Brynn. It was like the whole world trembled.

This is what making love to the river must feel like, the raccoon thought with a grin, and thrust forward, his paws pulling down on Vin Cen's cock as he did so. The mink answered by humping upwards, mouth open in ecstasy.

It was hard work, the male flesh resisting his every downward pull as he fucked the ballsack, but an idea hit Brynn as a bit of his own juices squirted up from in between the mink's testes. He scooped up some of his own pre, and gently worked it into Vin Cen's cock, mixing it with the River God's own slowly flowing precum. Soon, the mink's member was slick, and bobbing obscenely as the raccoon rode the mighty creature's balls.

The crowd clapped and hooted their approval, some obviously enjoying the show, if splashes of cum into the river were any indication. Brynn slyly grinned, and with a growl, bit into Vin Cen's cock belly, suckling and nibbling, providing another explosion of bliss for the mink. The River God's tail splashed in the water, the legs trembling, thigh muscles bulging like boulders as he humped upwards, lust burning in his half-closed eyes.

It was obvious that the fat, giant mink preferred a slower pace, but the raccoon's passion was hard to ignore. A paw bigger than Brynn's head grabbed the top of the cock he was hugging, and pumped along with his pace. Panting so hard his wobbling belly sent ripples to splash at both shores, Vin Cen quickly approached climax, slowing down only when he felt the tiny creature sliding his cock in the cleavage of his balls trembling in uncontrolled lust. There was a loud squishing sound, the foxes on the shore went wild, and the River God finished himself in three strokes. The pair moaned for minutes on end, shivering, squirting, choking the slow-flowing river with their seed until all was cloudy white. The Crab-Eaters danced, hugging and humping each other with abandon, celebrating the success of their fertility rite. But, all things end.

Eventually, even the incredible, seemingly ceaseless flow of Brynn's cum ended, the divinely inspired orgasm ebbed away. He looked up at the mink, who was now nearly half-sitting in the river. Vin Cen gave him a grateful nod and motioned for him to move away. Reluctant to separate himself from the musky maleness, Brynn gave it one last grope before wading back to the shore.

"Thank you! May your children at home have a good year. I will bring you jewels, and some more bricks and paint for your huts the month after next." the giant rumbled like a rain just shy of being a thunderstorm. "And, as for the outsider you brought to me... Thank you, raccoon. I have not seen your kind in many years, but you are just as exciting as I remember."

Brynn bowed so quickly he dipped his nose in the river. Sputtering, he snorted the salty, semen-filled water out, instantly standing up straight. The mink laughed, and threw a small bag at him. The scale-leather felt hot, and was choked with water-weeds, but it was obvious what this was. The royal crest was unmistakable. The treasure from the shipwreck of the Kine, once the fastest ship in the seas to the East! The raccoon held the pouch close to his chest, and walked as quickly as he could to shore with his still-hard cock trembling in the water and his brain abuzz with what he could buy using just a fraction of what the bag contained.

"I hope you will return next month!" Vin Cen called, and dove beneath the water, disappearing with an explosion of water, pushing off from the bottom of the river to shoot further upstream.

Brynn blinked, looking backwards at the retreating mink.

"Next month? You mean, you lot have a fertility rite EVERY OTHER MONTH?"

"YES!" the crowd cheered.

The raccoon laughed, and hurried to the foxes. This would make for a good home base, he decided. Maybe, Dorse and he could even... Well, that would be the future, Brynn reminded himself. Who knew what would happen?