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"Do I have to?"

"Do you want to get paid to replace your gasket and not go hungry for two weeks?"

"Ugh..."

An exchange on top of a porch came to an end with a door shutting, two sets of footsteps descending into a basement rather than one would expect from a visit that sounded important. The place was dark, so it was hard to make out who was actually in the pair by the time the basement was reached. Only when a light was flicked on did the rays brighten up the view.

A tanuki and a...tanuki?

One of them was smaller and not as hefty all over as the other, and judging by the rather lackluster expression on their face they had to have been the one complaining earlier ri-

"On the bed." they spoke, leaving the ACTUAL griping raccoon-canine to haul his big hide onto the mattress presented for him and stay in place for instruction. The small tanuki smirked before reaching down their body, hands flicking over an unsurprisingly stuffed package before undoing their fly to their shorts. The big canine unceremoniously did away with his own bottoms, having came in workout shorts rather than jorts like his fellow, and felt some of the heat ebb off of his pussy.

Yep, it was one of those deals.

"Remember Carl, it's three loads this time since a gasket ain't just someone you install for free.~" The small companion hopped onto the bed, tall enough to have his crotch on-level with his acquaintance's nether region, and had pride seep into his ego when whipping his dick out slapped the tip against those folds and elicited a groan from the newly named Carl.

"Why can't you just wear a rubber for this shit, Max...." Carl didn't sound particularly enthused that a fellow tanuki was about to go diving into his snatch raw, and his tone betrayed experience with this conundrum. At the very least anyway.

"Where's the fun in making it feel good just for you? You're the one that can't keep up with things." Before Carl could make any objection to that, Max was already pushing the head in and wasted no time shoving through those walls once the resounding *pop* filled both of their ears. Carl gripped the bed, for it was bare of any sheets and smelled of old cum like it belonged to a depraved addict-with how Max dealt with this sort of thing, it was a worthy comparison-and grit his teeth when he felt that sack nudge his thighs. No enhancers, good. It was like hell flushing out seed the last time he got a rope through his baby hole, and Max's shooter was annoying keeping track of.

"Ahhhh..." Speaking of Max, he felt like taking a hearty piss rather than muster up the effort needed to really pound Carl's cunt. Though he was more inclined to actually get his dues from this big bastard before they got too...rebellious, so to speak. People who deny their own needs were as stubborn as mules, and Carl was no textbook saint with how many times Max has caught the big guy walking around like he toyed with himself but didn't finish.

Over a dozen times.

"Hurry up, man. I don't have all da-NNNGH!" Carl's whining was shushed by a thrust that not only slapped those sweaty balls against his clit, but also nudged that cock a little too close to his cervix.

"Quiet before I get the pills and shackles..." And just like that, Carl went to an irate silence that wasn't even broken by those rather firm thrusts making his asscheeks clap like thunder despite Max's size. You know what they say about tanukis: raccoon dogs with a lot more to them than just unusually large balls.

Max had no need to be gentle since this wasn't his first time pounding this tail end of Carl's, and as such that pussy was slick with precum with wet *schlorp* and *schlick* noises to fill the basement. The small tanuki was already gearing up a load to spill in there, though it was a lot more than a load once it began to fire out from that cock in barely a minute into Carl having his butt rippling like murky water-or stew. Thick tanuki cream left that hole feeling loaded, though with it all happening outside the womb Carl didn't have anything to worry about.

Though he got a bit worrisome when Max pulled out and scooted beneath his heavy frame with that smug grin again.

"That's one. Why don't you ride the next one out? Do it quick enough and maybe I won't get a pill." The small canine's offer was-unfortunately-too good to pass up with Carl's situation. The big guy had places to be, and with his car in need of that gasket to get back on the road, walking was his only solution. So it was to be understood why-to an onlooker's perspective-why Carl looked like he was eager to the task at hand aligning that messy cock to his pussy to sit down on it.

Though all one had to do was look at his straight face to see he was still trying to keep an air of indifference to this.

"Stop...l-looking at me like that..." Carl was rather suspicious at the continued gaze of beaming pride from Max down below, especially with it not fading at all with those hard drops of that tanuki ass onto their crotch.

"Don't worry about my looks, just worry about my dick.~" Max being cryptic didn't help bring Carl to ease, but they were right-he did have to worry about their dick, since it was prodding at his baby tunnel and he was NOT about to let them slide in there since they were doing this raw.

It was always a blessing that Max had a kick from size difference in this case, especially with Carl dwarfing them by a few heads and having already let himself go from any chance at muscle definition, because it made this kind of stuff simple for Carl to endure so he could go on with his day. Sadly, Max's hair trigger under the effects of their desire left them wanting more than one round in Carl at all times, so the big dog had to be careful with that cock in his snatch.

Every ramming that left it pushing against that barrier instilled a recessive sense of concern for Carl.

"Ahhh fuck...love wh-when you need favors out of me...~" Max's commentary was like listening to a plate being scrapped by a knife in the middle of cutting steak, but it was just one of many things that Carl had to ignore if he wanted this gasket. "How's the first batch doin'...?"

"Don't worry about them..."

"But a dad's supposed to worry about his kids. After all, don't they wanna know where 'mommy' goes to get 'her' things fixed?"

"I said don't worry about 'em..." Christ, did Max seriously have to bring them up every time Carl needed a favor? Who cares about what they had that one night in the bar? They fucked it up by getting caught with some broad running a corner that was filming everything off a camera-Carl doesn't even mention who 'dad' is to the batch of triplets. It really shouldn't be a concern. But Carl let it go, for Max finally wised up and came inside of his pussy to mark down the second load to be deposited inside.

And of course, Max wasn't done surprising him, since they wanted to push him off of their lap to pin them to the bed from the lower body. Wait...

"Why like this...?" Mating press always strike a nervous chord in Carl despite how hot people claim it to be. And considering it was Max on top, the big tanuki was VERY wary of what was happening.

"As you've been saying, don't worry about it.~" Max got him some extra leverage with Carl's moobs before finally pushing back in, hips pistoning through his cunny since two rounds have passed and there's hardly any resistance to make things difficult with how gooey the inside was. The noises were just annoying to Carl, and even made his ears twitch, but he just kept his eyes forward so that he didn't think about the what if's.

What if Max took a pill before he came over and the effects were just delayed? What if there was too much cum in his pussy and some would get into his womb anyway?

It was just a lot considering Carl's living situation, and raising kids willingly alone was stressful enough. Babysitters don't always accept a rubber-covered fuck in the garage for payment whenever bills and such peeked around the corner. But he was willing to put up with literally selling his body to anyone that wasn't Max-or a tanuki in general-if it meant they didn't get any sort of benefit from being the kids' biological father.

But fuck if they didn't try so hard to make it seem like it wouldn't hurt to just let them see the little ones.

"Mmmm, you'll get that gasket alright..." Max's tongue was out, drool dripping onto Carl's chest and upper belly but going ignored for the most part. The big canine relaxed a little and gripped Mxa's shoulders, cutting them off from presuming this was submission by clenching down on their dick as snugly as possible without causing any discomfort. And it worked, as it got the little guy to work faster and harder-and closer to the last load needed.

"No funny business. Got it?"

"Yeah yeah, sh-sheesh...live a little..." There goes that grin again, making Cary suspicious of something he might have missed in the middle of literally not caring about Max enjoying themselves inside of his snatch. Oh, if only he could get a better job in this economy without chopping any limbs to get by for two weeks.

"I'll live a little when you finish..."

"Then r-reLAX!" Max nearly bit their lip hard enough to make it bleed as he slammed his hips down to cum, even going as far as tying to Carl with their knot to make sure their cock stayed firmly planted to lay their cum in there. The previous loads were nothing compared to this, and right on cue Carl was praying that none of it seeped into his cervix. But after what felt like ten minutes of watching and listening to Max huff, hump a little yet get nowhere deeper, and pant like he just ran from some cops, nothing worrisome arrived. Carl waited for them to attempt dislodging from his pussy, loosening his muscles as hard as he could muster before pushing them up with his feet.

The resounding *squelch* was like listening to a ladle get pulled out from a pot full of pasta, but Carl didn't care about the mess pouring down his lips to his pucker. Instead, he dragged himself off the bed and balanced his footing so he could put his clothes back on right.

"There. You got off...I expect you at my house before it gets dark or you owe me for something else." Carl made sure to limit as much of a view as possible by standing to where his side faced Max, but it wasn't enough to avoid having his ass smacked like he was a dusty carpet mat.

"Don't worry, I'll be there." Max chuckled, enjoying the way Carl cringed from the sting of their antics. Not their fault he had a fat ass.

"And you better wear a rubber next time." With that, Carl made his way to the stairs, a slight limp to his stride. Max watched them go, the imprint of their asscheeks defined by the wedgie of their shorts remaining etched in the small tanuki's head enough to make him smirk again.

"Next time I'll take two pills."