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Most traders and merchants who traveled the Amber Coast knew that Port Crow was a town in which you could find nearly anything you hoped for; even if those desires were thought to be unseemly in the public eye. If one knew where to look, or who to safely ask, one could have their wishes sated. The Sword and Scabbard was an establishment for men seeking the pleasures of the flesh with other men, a practice that was largely frowned upon by the greater kingdom of Alsam, but no one in Port Crow had never held Alsam in very high regard since the fledgling kingdom had won victory over House Vanek in the War of Succession. Port Crow's leader, the reclusive Harbormaster, had made it abundantly clear time and again that he did not respect Alsam or their petty attempts to control the town.

Known to most regular patrons of the establishment, The Sword and Scabbard had two entrances: one for those looking to anonymously offer themselves to the horny clientele, and the other for the tops and the rare bottom who didn't mind being public about his debauchery. In truth, the public entrance led to a normal tavern, cheekily named "Guerrin's Hole", with much smaller letters underneath that read "In The Wall". By appearance alone, the tavern was no different than other similar establishments in Port Crow. With customers of all shapes and sizes, it was certainly as lively as one would expect.

Those in the know, however, were aware of the tavern's maze of back rooms, where more sultry activities took place. Master Guerrin, the owner of both tavern and Scabbard, kept several Port Crow citizens in his employ, including a bartender for the tavern as well as a bouncer, in case some of the customers grew too rowdy and needed to be thrown out. The bouncer, a burly rhinoceros, also kept the lewd activity in the main tavern to a minimum. Still, that didn't stop Guerrin's third employee from indulging in public indecency from time to time.

Jon Sanders sat atop a stool on the raised area of the tavern floor near the bar that served as a stage. He was tuning a lute and humming softly to himself in the short time he had before the tavern opened and patrons started to wander in. Jon had otterly features for the most part, but it was his striking saber teeth that drew the most stares, and then those gazes usually shifted to the otter's barely clothed, scrawny body. Jon was a showman at heart and the tawdry ditties he often belted for patrons of The Hole were usually about holes themselves; assholes to be precise, and the proper manner to care for and lovingly abuse them. In truth, Guerrin sometimes wished that Jon would find less lewd subject matter to sing about, but he couldn't deny that the otter's bardic talents had a certain way of stirring the loins and making men hungry for a different kind of intoxication than mere alcohol.

"Oy, Bertram!" Jon called from his stool. "Can I get a drink before we officially open? You know, off the record?"

"It'll come out of your pay," the stag replied and continued when the otter gave a dismissive nod in response. "What would you like?"

"How about a nice full pint from that barrel of Vanekan Ale that Guerrin's got stashed in the room behind the bar where he thinks no one will find it?"

The wolf in question scoffed as he abruptly entered the room from the back. "You know that if you touch that barrel without my permission, I'll skin you alive before throwing you out on the street, Jon."

Guerrin always seemed to be within convenient proximity to bear witness to any potential misdeeds in his establishments, and no one knew exactly how he did it. Jon laid his lute on his lap and fluttered his eyes innocently at his boss.

"Of course, sir. I'll take a pint of Alsan Red Ale instead then if you please, barman."

Bertram set about pouring Jon his pint while Guerrin helped the rhino bouncer put out the welcome sign that signified the tavern's opening hour. Jon quickly grabbed his drink from the bar top and took a large gulp as he returned to his stool. He plucked the strings gently while he cleared his throat, looking for the proper chords to begin his first song. Perhaps something about sweaty, muscular farmhands would do to start.

As he started singing, customers began trickling in, most of them regulars that Jon recognized, but there was also a new face sprinkled in among them. Foreign sailors would usually hear about the various pleasures of Port Crow from the dock workers that unloaded their cargo, and sometimes, a few of them found their way to The Hole, and from there to the Scabbard. Tonight was no different. As the tavern began filling up, some of the more worked-up patrons made their way to the back rooms almost immediately, without even stopping for a drink.

Jon finished his first song to meager applause and took another gulp of ale. It was too early in the night for the crowd to be cheering for him anyway. No one was drunk enough yet. The otter licked his fangs and began humming another tune as his fingers danced over the lute strings. He caught a scoff from his right as he belted a lyric about an older man's lust. A canine with short black and brown fur was rolling his eyes at Jon's song. When the otter finished, he caught the dog's attention with a whistle through his tusks.

"Do you have a request, sir?" he asked.

"Yeah," the canine said tersely. "How about you stop singing?"

"No can do," Jon replied. "If I don't sing, I don't get paid and if I don't get paid, then I don't eat."

"Go hungry then."

Jon mused to himself as he went back to strumming. What was a man so grumpy doing in a fun place like The Scabbard? Well, nothing that a little bardic influence couldn't fix. As Jon strummed, he glanced over at the dog, who had begun to stare sullenly into his drink with a grimace plastered on his short, broad muzzle. A few of the other patrons near the canine obviously adjusted themselves before leaving for the back rooms. Jon's talent wasn't an exact art, but the telltale ear twitch, the tugging at the collar of a tunic, the quickened breaths, all told him he had the right target. The otter watched the dog become more and more flustered as he played, looking down at his lute when the canine started to pant and glanced in Jon's direction.

Jon began his next song with a room full of pent-up men ogling him, and the subject matter was appropriately lewd. The ones that knew the rules of the tavern left for the back rooms when the need became too great to even finish their drinks. This was the reason Guerrin had hired Jon in the first place. There was more to the otter's music than simple raunch and cheerful melodies; it had an underlying rhythm that ignited a fire in the libido and sent hearts pounding with lusty desire.

Jon beckoned to the previously heckling canine, and the dog huffed as he left his seat to stand in front of the singing otter. Jon lifted a hand from the strings of his lute as he held a particularly long note, twirling his index finger in the air to tell the canine to turn around. The dog looked so cute panting and huffing from arousal, his trousers bulging in the front from his already half-hard penis. Jon tugged those pants down around the canine's ass after he turned and the rest of the bar cheered and laughed in horny unison. Behind the bar, Bertram rolled his eyes but didn't make a move to stop the otter as he strummed his lute and pressed his lips against the dog's warm asshole. The dog whined as Jon's tusks rubbed the inside of his ass cheeks and his tongue swirled around that twitching anus. The canine's hands roamed around his own belly and chest as Jon teased his supple asshole open with his soft tongue, wetting the ring and surrounding flesh with his saliva.

Jon's fingers continued strumming the hypnotic melody, the jeers and whooping catcalls from the other patrons falling on deaf ears as the otter lost himself in sucking on the dog's delicious, slightly sweaty asshole. His tongue dove inside nearly two inches, drawing low moans from the dog above as the otter's snout pressed tightly to his backside. The anus clenched around his tongue, clearly not used to such attention, but Jon was patient. His slow, teasing tongue motion kept the asshole from spasming enough to push him out, and the otter was steadily loosening that anal ring more and more.

He didn't care how hard the dog had become or how much precum the canine's erection spurted onto the floor. All Jon cared about was getting his talented tongue as deep inside of that soft, warm asshole as possible. He had worked another inch of his tongue inside of that velvety anus when the dog abruptly pulled away and Jon lazily looked up at Master Guerrin, glaring down at him. The wolf passed the dog off to the rhino bouncer who helped guide him toward the back rooms where he could properly blow off the steam Jon had built inside of him. The otter sighed wistfully as he took a gulp from his drink and sheepishly shrugged at his boss.

"No fraternizing with the customers while working, Jon," Guerrin said. "You know that rule."

"Yeah, sorry," Jon replied. "He just seemed to really need it, boss."

"Do you have any idea what would have happened if the city guard just so happened to visit while you had your fun out in the open like that?"

"Alright, I promise I won't take things too far again, sir," Jon grumbled.

"This is the second time," Guerrin said sternly. "If it happens again, I'm docking your pay permanently."

Jon nodded and polished off his pint. He re-tuned his lute briefly before continuing to sing without such a heavy emphasis on lust. The rest of the night went well and Jon collected his pay when the tavern closed at the early hours of the morning. The streets of Port Crow were empty in the dark of early morning as he left the tavern for his home. But in the pit of his stomach, he still had a hunger for ass. That was pretty normal for him, honestly, but that brief taste of the dog's hole earlier that night had made the hunger stronger than usual. He had tomorrow off, perhaps a trip to the docks to visit some of his friends was in order...

***

Jon woke up at the crack of noon, which was normal after working late at The Scabbard. Midday was the perfect time to go on the prowl at the docks anyway since most of the workers would be taking rotating breaks for lunch until one or two in the afternoon. If Jon was lucky, he'd get a lunch of anus for himself.

The tusked otter would have preferred to stroll into the docks in nothing but his bare fur, but while Port Crow was known the world over as a seedy harbor town, there were still decency laws in place. Jon reluctantly pulled on a pair of loose-fitting trousers and slipped a makeshift rope belt through the loops on his waist, tying a half-hearted knot in the front. The docks were a short jog from the otter's small house, and by the time he passed the guards stationed at the entrance to the harbor, it seemed as though the morning rush to unload and pack the day's cargo was just about winding down. The dock workers who were on break first were gathering near the food stall that sat next to the wharf manager's office shack. The rest of the workers were heading toward the next batch of cargo that needed to be moved or packaged or whatever they did with it. Jon had never paid too much attention to the specifics of their job. Several of the workers stripping off their tunics to let their burly bodies cool off a bit from the morning's work caught the otter's eye and he couldn't help but stare perhaps a little too long.

"Hey, fangface!" A familiar, masculine voice called from Jon's right.

The otter turned in its direction to see Kirk, a grey wolf, and one of his regular lunch hookups, striding toward him with a bowl of food in his hand. Kirk already had his tunic tied about his waist, letting the cool sea breeze cool his muscular, sweaty torso.

"Care to take a walk?" the wolf asked as he stealthily side-eyed the guards nearby.

"That's why I'm here, ain't it?" Jon replied with a cheeky grin, and the two strolled away from the guards and the wharf manager's office. A large humpback whale emerged from the office moments later and stepped into line to get some lunch for himself. Jon followed Kirk through the stacked cargo boxes waiting for shipment, eyes locked onto the wolf's toned ass the whole time. He hardly noticed Kirk beckoning to two other dock workers as they went.

"Glad you stopped by today," the wolf said in between mouthfuls of food. "I've been planning something special for you for a while, you know."

Jon's ears perked up and he noticed for the first time the burly, brown bear and athletic, tawny-furred cougar that had joined them on their walk. "Yeah? Well, now you fellas have got my hopes up!" Jon said as Kirk pushed open the door to one of the storage warehouses and the small group filed inside.

The inside of the warehouse smelled musty with a tinge of salt from the sea air that filtered in through the cracks in the old wooden walls. It seemed to be abandoned for the most part, save for one stack of cargo sitting in the corner. Other than that, the place was deserted. A perfect location for a clandestine, lewd encounter or three. Kirk set his bowl down near the door as the other workers hurried to finish their own lunches. The muscular wolf grinned at Jon as he approached the scrawny otter and looked down at him with a horny glint in his golden eyes. Kirk dropped his trousers and turned, lifting his tail as he shoved his ass toward Jon's already watering mouth. The otter pushed his nose against the underside of Kirk's tail, inhaling the wolf's heady, masculine scent before he slowly dragged his tongue along Kirk's sweaty asshole.

"Nice warm butthole, mate," Jon murmured. The wolf let out a groan of approval and Jon reached up to tug gently on Kirk's fat nuts while his tongue slowly dragged across that supple ass flesh. It was a tighter anus than Jon preferred, but he knew that he could loosen it up. The otter's tusks brushed against the fur on Kirk's ass cheeks and Jon was only barely aware of the wolf's panting whimpers above.

"F-fuck yeah, Jon," Kirk groaned as he pushed back to meet the otter's soft tongue every time Jon firmly shoved it past his anal ring. The other two workers had finished eating and already shed their clothing, erections stiff and pulsing as they watched Jon get a mouthful of wolf butthole. Jon glanced in their direction and beckoned them over.

The bear stepped up on Jon's left and the cougar took his right, the big cat turned away just like Kirk had as Jon pulled his mouth away from the wolf's soft anus to shove two fingers on his right hand into his mouth. He traced the cougar's anal ring with his wet fingers, drawing a gasp of pleasure from the cat's lungs. "That's it, let me in," Jon said as he pushed his digits past the fleshy ring of the feline's anus. "God, that asshole is quality!"

"Damn, look at how hard he is, just from playing with your ass," the bear said in awe.

Kirk chuckled and stood up straight, letting his fluffy tail flop backward over Jon's head. "Why don't you pull his pants off and let him swing free like us, Gus?" The wolf said.

Gus knelt down and gently tugged the knot above Jon's crotch apart before almost reverently pulling off the otter's trousers. Jon's penis sprang free, jutting proudly upright as he returned his lips to between the wolf's buttcheeks and his tongue dug a few more inches into Kirk's twitching asshole, which made the wolf cry out from the sudden pleasure.

"Gods above, h-his tongue is awesome!" Kirk gasped as his own erection quivered in response to the groaning otter's oral attention. Jon's fingers steadily worked the cougar's anus apart and slipped inside to tease the cat's inner walls, which sent his own heart thudding in his chest from arousal. Jon pulled his tongue from Kirk's inner reaches and swapped it with his wet fingers as he shoved his mouth against the cougar's loosened ring. Gus was stroking his penis as he watched, huffing through his nose at the intensely hot scene as Kirk writhed in pleasure on the otter's talented fingers and his friend, Connor, spasmed in bliss from that tongue. But Jon still had a hand free... Gus gulped in anticipation, heart pounding as he turned around and pushed his own, virgin ass against Jon's shoulder. The bear had fantasized about anal for a long time but never had the courage to try it. However, the sight of his friends enjoying it so completely made up his mind.

The bear bit his lip and tensed up as he felt Jon's dry fingers gently tracing his hole. Then they were gone. Gus whimpered softly, starting to turn around to see what the problem was, but Jon's hot tongue vigorously rubbing his taint and asshole stopped him and forced a hoarse moan from his lungs. The otter huffed and whimpered softly as he turned Kirk and Connor into finger puppets all while his tongue worked overtime to loosen up the handsome bear's pulsing asshole. "Goddamn love virgins," Jon huffed in between dragging his wet lips and tongue along Gus' soft ass flesh.

The encounter wasn't about getting off. In fact, Jon couldn't think of a single time when Kirk had ever cum while the otter was sucking on his anus. Though Jon could probably have shot off if he bothered to touch himself during one of their meetings, it was never a priority. Kirk saw it as a warm-up, a teaser for whatever depraved action he could find later at the Scabbard. Plus, it was pretty hot to be horny at work where any of the other dock workers could notice a hard-on. That was how he had found Conner and Gus, after all.

"Give me some of that delicious cat butt," Jon mused as he switched again, giving Connor's asshole a deep French kiss while his wet fingers worked Gus' puffy ring open. The cougar clearly wasn't used to such intense rimming, and he gripped Kirk's shoulder to steady himself while his feline tail thrashed above Jon's head. Connor huffed and shuddered in groaning pleasure as his penis throbbed and his nuts pulled up tight to his crotch. Jon's tongue flicked against his prostate and the big cat whined, sitting back on the otter's snout to try to get himself off. However, just as he was approaching the edge of climax, Jon pulled away and swapped his fingers in Kirk's ass with his tongue.

"Yeah, get up in there," Kirk groaned. Jon rubbed Connor's ass cheeks and lower back to let him cool down as his other hand pushed a single finger through Gus' quivering butthole. The otter really admired Kirk's loose anus, sliding his tongue along the wolf's hot, puffy ring as he flicked it up and down the whole entrance. "Damn, Jon, I can tell you really like ass. You're so goddamn hard just from sucking on a butthole," Kirk said. "Give Gus some of that hot attention too, mate."

"Bear butthole is one of my favorite kinds!" Jon said as he obliged, pushing a thumb up Kirk's twitching asshole while Gus wiped his own anus against the otter's lips. Jon's tongue darted out between his tusks and spread open that virgin butthole to explore the bear's untouched passage. It was ripe with musky sweat, and Jon moaned as he felt Gus clenching on his tongue. He pushed his other thumb into Connor and the three groaning males above him were music to his ears. With a mouth full of twitching, supple butthole and two otherwise gruff, masculine finger puppets, Jon was absolutely in heaven-

"Ah, so this is where you fucking slackers have been all this time," a forceful baritone voice scoffed from the doorway that led into the warehouse.

The bear's anus clamped down on Jon's tongue with a vice grip as the ursine yelped in surprise. "Wh-Wharf Manager!" The other two workers similarly tensed up around Jon's fingers and, as the imposing humpback whale entered the room and began to stride towards them with purpose, they all scrambled to gather their clothes from the nearby pile on the floor, like naughty children caught in the act. A doberman wearing armor that Jon recognized as the Harbormaster's guard uniform entered after the whale and leaned against the wall to watch.

Jay Bayson sighed as he approached and planted his hands on his hips. "Hold it, you lot!" Gus nearly fell over as he stopped halfway in lifting his trousers up his legs. Kirk and Connor looked similarly awkward as they struggled with their shirts. Jon had still been sitting on the floor, penis drooping from neglect while he watched the three workers fumble around in embarrassment. Jay gave each of his workers an appraising grope as he glared at them.

"Get back to work. The shift bell rang ten minutes ago," he eventually huffed through his teeth. The three scolded employees nodded and mumbled their 'yes sir's as they finished dressing. The bear was the last to pull on his shirt and head for the door. "Oh, and Gus," Jay added before the bear left, "I had better see you at the Scabbard later tonight."

"O-of course, Wharf Manager," Gus stammered as he hurried past the doberman leaning against the wall near the door.

"And as for you," Jay said with a twinkle in his eye, turning to face the grinning, tusked otter on the floor. "How are you planning to make up that lost time to me and my friend here?"

"Aw, does that mean I only get ten minutes with you two?" Jon asked innocently, his shaft stiffening as the doberman approached and Jon began to imagine how the dog's asshole tasted.

"Let's see how you do. I might decide to lose track of time," Jay replied before turning to address the doberman nearby. "Do you want first dibs, Taylor? You were the one who tipped me off about my missing workers after all."

"Don't mind if I do, J.B.!" Taylor said as he stepped forward, reaching out to tug and fondle one of Jon's tusks. The otter wriggled a bit, his penis jumping in his lap as the sensation on his tusks sent electric pleasure signals straight to his crotch.

"Look at how hard he is just from anticipation," Taylor said with awe in his voice. The doberman turned, hiking up the leather skirt of his cuirass to shove his butthole against Jon's lips. Jon's wide nose nestled up under Taylor's tail as his tongue dove forward into the warm folds of the dog's supple anus. Jon groaned happily at the musky, scent of Taylor's backside. He guessed it was from the dog wearing the stifling armor all morning, but Jon enjoyed the intoxicating, masculine scent as he coaxed the guard's asshole open with his soft, wet tongue. Jay reached over and put a heavy hand on the back of Jon's head, gently easing him deeper.

Taylor gasped, arching his back as the otter's wide snout pried him open, "H-hold on!" Taylor exclaimed as Jon's nose parted his anus and the dog's erection throbbed from the stretch. His cheeks and ears burned red with embarrassment as he felt Jon's soft tongue still sliding gently over his outer rim.

"Too much for you?" Jay asked with a grin, releasing Jon's head to let the toothy otter go back to running his tongue around the puffy anal walls of Taylor's asshole. The dog didn't respond in words. Instead, he moaned out loud from Jon's talented attention to his anus. Unfortunately for Taylor, J.B. was feeling left out. The larger humpback whale nudged the canine aside with his wide hips and planted his butthole squarely on Jon's snout, bracing himself on the box Jon had been leaning against to ride the otter's thick nose. Taylor frowned as he stood up straight and folded his arms over his chest, clearly unimpressed by Jay's showing off. "Fuck, that's a deliciously thick snout you've got, boy."

Jon grinned under the whale's girthy tail. "Comes from being part bear," he replied. The otter was in heaven with his nose completely engulfed in the whale's sweaty ass. Every breath sent the delicious scent of J.B.'s musk directly into his nostrils and it made Jon's mouth water and his tongue writhe against the whale's hot butthole in response. Jon flared his nostrils, trying to suck as much of that smell as possible into his sinuses and Jay sucked in a breath from the sudden increase in girth, groaning a soft, "Oh fuck!" as he did.

"Damn, Jay, your anus is so wide!" Jon said in-between licks. "Bet I could shove my whole head in here with enough lube."

"As much as I would love that, lad, ain't no way you're doing it with those nasty looking chompers of yours," Jay grunted.

"Good point. It would be a real shame to accidentally damage this fine shitter."

After several hot thrusts, Jay slid off of Jon's nose and the otter could really get his tongue deep in between those soft anal folds. He flicked it against Jay's prostate and delighted at the whale's breathy groan. "Oh fuck yeah, boy. That's the spot!" Jay hissed. Jon beckoned to Taylor who turned around again and let the otter's spit-slickened fingers part his loosened asshole. Jon lost track of time as he repeatedly swapped his tongue between both males above him, savoring their whorish moans every time his tongue delicately slid over a particularly sensitive spot.

Eventually, Jay lifted himself away from Jon's fingers, panting and grinning at Taylor, whose eyes were squinted shut in blissful pleasure from Jon's oral talents. "Alright, enough fucking around," J.B. said as he pulled Taylor upright.

"H-hey!" the dog protested, cheeks burning crimson once again as the stronger man effortlessly lowered him to the floor on his back. Jay grabbed the dog's legs and lifted them until Taylor's leather skirt fell about his waist, completely exposing his rock hard penis to the other two men. "What gives!?" Taylor asked.

"We're gonna reward our little otter friend here for doing such a good job, aren't we, Taylor?" Jay asked sternly as Jon knelt behind the doberman's upturned rump. The toothy otter shoved one of his rounded tusks deep into Taylor's asshole, making the canine yelp and squirm. His erection spasmed from the sudden intrusion, even if it was expected. Jay grinned down at him, one hand planted on his armored chest while the other held his legs in place.

Jay glanced over at Jon as the otter thrust his tusk in and out of the squirming, whimpering, embarrassed guard dog. The whale whistled softly at the sight. "This ain't the first time you've been tusk deep in another man's asshole is it, lad?" Jay asked. "You're hard enough to bend iron with that dick. Why don't you climb on up there and give this dog his real reward?"

"Th-this isn't what we talked about!" Taylor whined, but his penis jumped on his belly in anticipation.

"Come on now, Taylor, you can admit you like getting it under the tail. You're hard as hell right now and you certainly enjoyed getting my cock a few nights ago at The Scabbard," J.B. replied, hiking the doberman's rear up slightly farther to give Jon easier access. The otter eagerly tugged his tusk from the depths of the canine's asshole, grabbed the doberman's ankles, and replaced his tooth with his throbbing penis. Taylor hissed at the increased thickness entering his loosened anus.

"F-fuck!" Taylor whined as Jon hilted and began a slow rhythm, huffing through his nose as he panted and closed his eyes. Normally, guys wouldn't let him finish when he sucked on their buttholes. The only thing that could have made this better would have been an ass against his lips or someone else's fingers-

As if in response to the otter's thoughts, Jay slathered two of his girthy fingers with his spit and slid them against Jon's asshole, slowly working the scrawny otter's tight anus open. Jon gasped and let out a hoarse groan when the digits sank in. J.B. pushed his fingers deep to the base and tucked his thumb against Jon's taint, up behind his balls. With his firm grip on the otter, he began guiding Jon's thrusts, forcing him to speed up and slap his fuzzy sack against the underside of Taylor's tail.

"He likes it rough, like this, lad. Look at his dick jump in appreciation," Jay said, pumping Jon firmly into the doberman's twitching, clenching, spasming asshole.

"Damn, doggie, you're so hard just from my dick being in you," the otter said, panting hotly as his nuts draw up close to his dick from the sight of Taylor's blushing, embarrassed expression. The pressure of Jay's fingers on his taint and prostate as well as Taylor's feverish clenching was quickly bringing Jon to the edge. He glanced over at Jay, whose thick whale lips pressed tightly to his, making Jon's heart flutter and thud in his chest. Taylor writhed under them, arching his back suddenly as his nuts twitched and his anus clamped down hard on Jon's pulsing penis.

Jay broke the kiss and looked down at Taylor with a grin on his face. "Watch this, boy," he said, and Jon obeyed as the whale deliberately forced him to drive the tip of his erection directly into the doberman's prostate. Taylor gasped and opened his mouth wide to almost roar aloud. His asshole clenched like a vice, his balls contracted, and his erection jumped and flexed, firing thick strings of doberman cum over his own face and armor. A large glob of it landed in the canine's mouth and he swallowed it without thinking between his whoreish moans from the powerful climax. Jon felt J.B. prodding his own prostate as the doberman's asshole feverishly milked him, and soon the otter was gasping and shuddering and erupting deep into the dog's anus as Taylor writhed in pleasure under him.

It was minutes before the two came down from the high of climax, but Jay kept his fingers lodged in Jon's asshole as the otter's softening penis slid out of Taylor's twitching anus. The doberman panted as Jon gently lowered his legs to the floor and then groaned as he realized the mess he had made of his armor.

"Nice job, boys," Jay said. "But I need to get back to work, I'm afraid." The whale stood and started to dress.

"W-wait," Taylor protested. "I can't go out there looking like this!"

Jon chuckled as he reached under the dog and gave his ass cheeks a playful squeeze. "Well you could, but the other guards wouldn't approve," he said.

Jay laughed. "Don't worry, Tay. I'll bring you back a change of clothes in a few minutes. Boy, I just realized, we never asked your name," he said to Jon as the otter pulled on his own clothes.

"I'm Jon. The Scabbard's resident virtuoso and bard," he said, giving an elegant flourish as he spoke.

"Thought I recognized you from somewhere,"Jay replied. "Maybe you could help me out with a particular deal that The Harbormaster ordered me to negotiate..."

The two left the warehouse and Taylor whimpered softly as he felt the sticky cum on his face begin to mat his fur.

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