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Strolling along the smooth planks of the pier Orel kept the six coloured balls he was juggling spinning through the air. The crowd shifted and flowed back and forth and the crowd of children trailing after the brown rat cheered and clapped as he shifted from juggling a simple circle to a figure of eight. Twisting on the spot so he could walk backwards, bright yellow crocs squeaking gently as he scuffed them against the sun bleached floor the Orel smiled out at his crowd.

His face was hidden beneath the purple and yellow face mask he wore whilst working giving him an air of exotic mystery. He'd tied a purple bandana over his head today to keep the sun off his neck, the tail folded over to form a saharine style flap that covered his neck. Unlike his usual performing outfit of just a purple wrestling singlet he'd thrown orange shorts and a yellow vest over the top. The owner of the restaurant that was paying them had wanted his new acrobatic troupe to have something slightly more decent on whilst putting on their shows. It was a little bit of a pain but Orel could understand a family themed restaurant not wanting a pair of lycra clad boys on his stage.

Catching the juggling balls out of the air Orel swept a bow, using his long pink tail to balance. The kids whooped and their parents clapped polietly, "Thank you all, to see my full show come along to Shoreside restaurant for lunch, our show starts in half an hour."

Spinning the balls into the air again Orel started off along the pier, pausing to entertain family groups and the odd impromptu crowd as he made his way back toward the restaurant that filled the large building that dominated the far end of the pier. The sun was scorchingly hot in the cloudless blue sky making the breeze off the sea a blessed treat. But there was a great atmosphere, the distant, plonky tunes of the funfair and game booths mingled with the chattering of the crowds and the crash and sweep of the ocean splashing against the ancient oak pilings that held the pier out of the ocean.

Pausing at the entrance to the restaurant Orel cast his gaze across the crowd and frowned at a figure leaning up against the railing. Hesitating for just a moment the rat pushed his face mask up so it rested high up atop his forehead and made his way over. The grey and white wolf was staring morosely out to sea, his smartphone held negligently in one hand and a glum, far-away expression maring their face. He was wearing a pair of black shorts, a purple vest and a light white and black jacket. Around his neck he was sporting a black choker from which a plain gold medallion hung.

"Excuse me sir," Orel said brightly as he slid into place beside the wolf, "I'm afraid I have to take you to task for breaking the rules."

"Huh..." his head came up, "I am? What rules?"

"Slouching for one sir," Orel quipped, showing off his bright white incisors with a grin, "Affecting an air of disconsolate melancholy on this beautiful day and," the rats hand flicked out next to the wolf's ear and he produced one of the business cards the owner of the Shoreside restaurant had given him to hand out, "Hiding one of my bosses business cards in your ears."

The wolf smiled, then laughed, a warm, happy sound that made his whole face come alight, "That's better sir, you should do that more often."

"Do what?" The canine asked, lifting his eyes from the card to meet Orel's own brown eyes.

"Smile more sir," Orel bowed, "I'm Orel, my shows starting in about ten minutes in the restaurant and the card is good for ten percent off drinks, join us and we'll was your cares away for a few hours."

"I... thank you," the wolf tucked his phone away and shook Orel's hand, "I might just do that... I could do with a good laugh to take my mind off things."

"It's what I'm here for sir," Orel clapped his face mask back down and did an elaborate bow, "Hope to see you there..." the rat then turned and continued on his way into the restaurant, glad he'd brought a smile to the wolf's day.

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Settling down at the table in the restaurant Forest ordered a sparkling water and a craft ale. Just as the waitress headed off his phone chimed but without checking the message the wolf put his phone on silent and stuffed it in the pocket of jacket. He then hung it on the back of his chair and rested his bare arms on the table and turned his attention to the stage. It was a simple wooden stage with a couple of spot lights hanging from the same frame as the awning that shaded it from the sun. Flush against the end railing of the pier it's backdrop was the ocean with two small wings built into the side so the performers could hide as needed.

It fit perfectly into the aesthetic of the open air restaurant, Forest's metal table was shaded by a parasol and a good view of the stage. It was also starting to fill up, families, grandparents and their grandkids even a few teenagers looking after younger siblings. Clearly Orel's stint as a walking advert for his show had done the trick, he'd never heard of the restaurant having live performers before, must have been a new trick the big badger that owned the place was trying out.

The waitress had just brought him his drink and the wolf was reaching for his ale when flaming batons suddenly started to spin across the stage. He gasped, along with everyone else in the audience as the flames whirled in a great arc across the stage. The circle slowly contracted, growing smaller and faster as two figures walked out of the wings. One of them was the rat Orel, his orange, yellow and purple outfit a bright accompaniment to the mask covering the top half of his face. He'd removed the bandana he'd been wearing over his hair out in the sun and now his darker brown hair had been brushed up into a solid looking mohawk.

His partner was a raccoon, their black, grey and white furred body dressed in a similar outfit to Orel, blue wrestling singlet underneath blue shorts and a yellow and grey open fronted vest like the rats. Matching yellow crocs shifted across the stage as the duo started to walk around each other, all the time keeping the flaming batons spinning through the air. They never dropped a beat and then with a flourish they snatched the flaming batons out of the air, three each and breathed over them. Flames streamed above their head, green, orange, blue and yellow flames streaming forth before they winked out.

Stepping forward the raccoon bowed to the crowd then offered them all a bright smile from beneath his mask, "My friends, welcome to our show, I'm Shiro and this is Orel and we are here this afternoon to dazzle you all."

The rat began to juggle a ring of brightly coloured balls and without even looking back the raccoon backflipped straight through the spinning circle. He landed behind Orel, his arms slid along the rat's arms and then suddenly in the blink of an eye Shiro was in control of the balls as they flew through the air. Orel tumbled forward into a perfect roll, came back up to his feet and started to toss large colourful rings over his shoulders at Shiro. The circle of colour rings and balls span backwards to the raccoon and his hands blurred creating a pair of arching, spinning, tumbling circles that hurtled through the air without Orel looking back once.

Settling down in his chair Forest focussed on the show, smiling and sipping his bear. When the duo took a break to have a drink backstage the waitresses appeared to take lunch orders and as the food started to be served Orel and Shiro returned to the stage. The pair performed acrobatic feats, juggled knives and more fire then departed the stage to wend around the crowd performing magic tricks and dispensing trinkets and gifts to the kids. It was whilst they were wandering back and amongst the guests that Orel stopped by Forest's table and grinned down at the wolf.

"You came," he squeaked in his soft voice, reaching out and seemingly pulling a card out from under Forest's collar, "I'm glad," he grinned, "I hope you are enjoying yourself?"

"Yes thank you," Forest took the card and smiled, "It beats dealing with ... other stuff for a few hours."

"This is great," the rat made an elaborate bow, his tail curling around to flick the spare cutlery on the wolf's table into the air. It sailed over his shoulders and without looking, the rat caught it and started to spin it in a circle using just one hand. "Enjoy the rest of the show."

As Orel walked off to perform for a family a couple of tables over Forest flipped over the card he'd been given. He was expecting another drinks voucher but instead he had a blank piece of white card with some writing on the underside. 'We finish at 7 today, we'll be heading back to our campsite after work, if you'd like to join us?'

Forest felt his ears turn red as he blushed, caught totally off guard by the invitation his head came up and his eyes met Shiro's. The raccoon smiled inside his mask and nodded his head before moving back toward the stage. Looking around for Orel the wolf found the rat moving across the room and he seemed to stare at Forest intently before he somersaulted back up onto the stage.

Turning the card around in his hands Forest's thoughts raced even as his eyes drank in the lithe, muscular acrobatic bodies of the duo performing on stage. Part of his mind was telling him to leave and go home, another part was ensuring him they just wanted to be friendly. But the loudest part was telling him the pair clearly had more than just a walk in mind. Taking a deep breath Forest finished his ale and waved over the waitress to order another. He was going to take them up on their offer and just see what happened, it sure as hell beat being miserable and alone. Ordering another snack the wolf settled in to watch and wait and enjoy the eye candy flipping and spinning, whirling and dancing across the stage, if nothing else happened he was enjoying their show.

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Forest stayed at his table for the rest of the afternoon, he had a book, several more drinks and snacks and at three when Shiro and Orel returned to the stage he watched them perform. The show was similar to the half twelve show but with a few minor tweaks in what they were juggling. Once again they performed for an hour and a half and mid-way through they wandered amongst the crowd again. Forest returned Orel's card with a smile and a new message written on the back inviting them to join him for a late lunch during their next break. He also included his name, he knew theirs after all.

That's how Forest found himself being joined by the pair of performers just after 4.30. They sauntered up to his table and settled down on a pair of empty chairs and threw him a matching set of cheeky grins.

"Nice of you to invite us to lunch Forest," Shiro opened with a grin, the raccoon's black furred mask crinkling around his as as he smiled wider, "I'm starving, Forest."

The undertone of disbelief in the raccoons voice was strong and Forest perked his ears up and shook his head, "My name really is Forest, honest."

"Told you so," Orel quipped and Shiro's ears flushed red as the raccoon blushed.

"It could have been fake, I mean... considering what we're inviting him to he might have given a false name."

"It's not everyday I get such a cryptic invitation..." Forest replied with a smile, "I was intrigued and think I'm right in... guessing you want us to... have... a fun time later."

Orel smiled, an action that showed off his buck teeth and made his whole face light up, "You guessed right Forest, I promise you'll have an experience like no other... once we get off of work."

Forest nodded and offered them a set of menus whilst allowing himself to check them out. The pair had removed the vests they performed in and thrown a t-shirt over their torsos but Forest could see they had left the tight, shiny wrestling singlets on underneath. Forest inhaled slowly through his nose, their scents tantalizing the wolf's senses, rich, male musk mixed with sweat, a hint of lycra, a touch of sea-salt and a palpable amount of desire. Forest blushed as he realised they were checking him out too and ducked his head before shyly offering the raccoon and then the rat a grin.

"So what did you have in mind?" Forest asked, "For after you get off of work?"

"I figured we'd walk back to our campsite," Orel murmured, "and then..." he glanced at Shiro who nodded.

"Then we'll see what we feel like doing, how does that sound to you Forest?"

"That sounds heavenly to me," the wolf whispered, "But I want to hear all about your exciting lives on the road whilst we enjoy lunch."

That's how Orel wound up spending an hour chatting with the pair of entertainers. The wolf heard all about how they had spent the summer travelling from one place to the next, stopping to perform gigs at village fete's, pubs, birthday parties, wedding receptions, restaurants and even a theme park. Sometimes they stayed for a few days, other times a week but they always kept moving and Forest admired that. It was a sort of freedom and wandering life he could only dream of, so it was exciting they'd let him into it even for just one night.

Their last show was energetic and they made use of a set of sequin covered batons that sparkled and glowed in the late afternoon sunshine. The crowd loved it too and then it was time to settle his bill and wait, only slightly nervously for the pair to finish up. They collected their wages from the owner and still dressed in their performing outfits headed outside, gathering Forest up with them as they left. With their face masks tied to the straps of their bags they'd transformed from exotic entertainers into just some regular guys enjoying the beach, in bright yellow crocs.

"What's in the bags?" Forest asked, nodding at the large backpacks both were wearing, companionable silence was nice but the wolf wanted to talk as they headed back toward the shore along the length of the pier.

"All our gear" Shiro replied, "The juggling equipment and all that."

"Itsn't that a pain to carry back and forth every day?"

"Maybe," Orel replied, "But we'd rather know where it is then risk it vanishing overnight."

"Oh... you think the manager would," Forest started to ask but shiro cut him off.

"Nah, but he doesn't have staff to watch our kit backstage all the time, some of it's not cheap, it's just asking for trouble, so we keep it with us."

"Makes sense," Forest nodded as they led the way down a set of steps that led out onto the beach. It bypassed the promenade entirely and allowed them to start following the pebble beach south around the bay. It was a nice walk, the breeze off the sea was a nice cooling draught against the heat and humidity at the end of the day. They had to weave in and out of the beachgoers, each group spread out across towels, with windbreakers, cool boxes, loud kids and harassed parents or older siblings.

Soon though they moved away from the crowded beach, leaving the promenade, funfair and pier behind. After about thirty minutes the town dropped back from the seashore leaving an expanse of salt marsh, rolling green mounds and sturdy clumps of gnarled trees as the only accompaniment to the sea. They'd be following the curve of the beach for a good fifteen minutes after the last houses passed when Orel and Shiro turned off to climb the dunes of compacted dirt that lined the back of the beach. Forest followed, curious as to where they were going as they passed between a gap between two of the dunes and the wolf found himself on a path. It wove along the grass covered bank that separated a pool of trapped sea water on the left from a reed filled mud flat on their right.

"This is the way to the campsite?" Forest asked as he followed the pair, his eyes admiring the way their rumps filled their shorts, "It seems out of the way."

Orel pointed ahead, "About three miles inland from here, it's away from the beach and backs up on this marsh so is cheap."

"And you walk this to the pier and back every day?" Forest turned, shading his eyes to peer back toward the pier, it was a hazy object in the distance, "We have to be about two miles from the pier already."

Shiro laughed, "We take the bus in the morning silly, the walk back is for cooling down after work."

"Oh, we'll that makes... sense..." Forest trailed off, Orel had started to strip, kicking his crocs off, shorts and t-shirt following leaving him in just the tight lycra of his wrestling singlet.

"You joining us Forest?" Shiro asked, the raccoon busy stuffing his clothing in his backpack.

"In what?" Forest asked, breath catching in his throat as he watched Orel pull the straps of his singlet down his arms and start to peel the sweat soaked lycra from his body.

"Being nude of course," Shiro stepped out of his singlet and balled it up, "There is no one to see us and if they do... so what?"

Blushing Forest hesitated for a moment then shrugged out of his light jacket and vest, dropped his shorts and underpants as he kicked off his trainers. He left his collar on, the gold medallion against his throat the only piece of artificial clothing remaining on him. The salt laden sea air ruffled his fur and his cock poked a good inch out of his sheath as the wolf let his tail wag and admired his new friends.

Shiro had piercings in both nipples as well as the end of his cock which hung between his thighs without an accompanying sheath. The white fur of his underbelly continued down across his thighs before blending into the light grey that covered most of his body. In a way Shiro's colours were much like his own white underbelly, grey body but the raccoon had some black fur in the mix which gave him an exotic flare Forest felt he missed. Rings on his tail, black socks from knees to feet, black furred hands and his ears too, the black fur surrounding his eyes and the top of his muzzle. He was unmistakably a raccoon and from the way he was standing, proud to let the whole world see it.

Orel meanwhile was covered in the same, rich brown fur all over his body. The smooth coat of fur ended at his wrists and ankles leaving his hands and feet bare and pink except for a light coating of what fur on top. He didn't have any body piercings like Shiro but his large pink rat ears sported several pride coloured earrings. His body was lithe and toned, his fur shorter than Shiro's showed off his muscled calves, arms and well toner torso. This was a rodent who did a lot of physical activity and it showed, though currently he was also showing off his thick sheath. Like Forest, a good inch of pre-dripping rat shaft was on show and beneath it a very large set of balls. He looked good and Forest blushed deeply as he realised Orel and Shiro were both checking his body out.

"You picked a winner Orel," Shiro said with a grin, "Though he's already hard, I want to see that woof dick limp n tucked away in it's home."

Orel laughed and finished packing Forest's clothes in his backpack, "We'll have to tire him out then," he handed the wolf's trainers to Shiro who tied them to his bag by the laces, "So Forest, ready to get going?"

Forest blushed, but then taking a deep breath gripped his cock and pulled his sheath back another few inches, "You bet, and if you want to see this spent," he tucked his fingers into his sheath and stretched it away from his cock. Shiro groaned in delight, his bright eyes fixed on Forest's cock, "One of you is going to have to deal with my knot."

"Sounds fun," Orel laughed and turned away, walking along the winding path, long, pink rat tail swaying in time to his steps. Forest followed, letting Shiro fall in behind and as the rat turned off the path and started down the bank the wolf followed. Orel's pink paws vanished into the mud with a wet schlorp and after a couple of wet, sucking, slurping, muddy steps the rat sank up to his knees in the mud and started having to wade forward.

Forest followed, stepping confidently into the large muddy holes Orel had made with his feet. This turned out to be a mistake, the mud already compacted and disturbed by the rats feet, gave way under the weight of the wolf and he plunged up to his waist in the thick brown muck. Thrown off balance Forest pitched forward, cool mud soaking his stomach and chest as his arms plunging beneath the surface. Laughing he struggled to pull himself back out of the mire. It was hard work, shifting and squirming his knees and pushing his torso back as his hands grabbed fistfuls of slimy, squelching mud that oozed through his fingers.

Forest had just managed to get into a kneeling position when Shiro reached him and hauled him back to his feet. The strength buried the raccoon up to his knees in the thick, squelching mud but otherwise he kept his balance, "Someones eager," he laughed and pointed off toward where Orel was waiting for them, "Fun's that way."

Lagging Forest wiped mud from his hands against his fur then shook them to try and dislodge it without much success, "You make this look so easy."

"Just take it slow and don't try to copy Orel, he's a master mud walker," the raccoon grinned then started out across the pool. Like Orel he didn't try to lift his legs free and waded forward. He was also sticking to clear, undisturbed mud. Forest followed suit, though he was already buried up to his waist, the thick, moist clay clinging and squishing around his thighs as he forced himself forward. It was exciting, exilerating and oddly liberating, the wolf's cock was rock hard by this point, pushing ahead through the mud as he waded after his new friends. Fifteen, twenty minutes of pushing on, mud clinging in thick layers to his body, dragging on his tail which had been reduced to a half coated, shaggy mess. It was glorious and as he struggle up over a ridge of solid earth covered in moss Forest let himself lay still for a moment and just shamelessly grind his cock against the softly yielding earth.

"Come on Forest," Orel yelled from just over the ridge, "We're here."

Pulling himself up the slippery bank on his hands and knees Forest let himself enjoy the slippery feel of the mud sliding through his fur had slipping over his knees and hands. Then he poked his head over the top and looked down the otherside of the bank at Shiro and beyond him a wide pool of dark brown mud. The surface glistened in the late afternoon sun, a slick sheen of sticky mud that was perfectly flat and undisturbed except where Shiro was standing, his backpack and Orel's both sitting on the bank next to him.

"Where's..." Forest started to ask, the question dying as the missing rat revealed himself, sliding up from beneath the mud with a soft gloop. The surface rippled, settling back down into a smooth, silky surface that showed no hint that anyone had broken the surface. Forest barely noticed, his eyes were locked on Orel as the rat rolled over in the muck, dunking his head one more time before sprawling on his back.

Other than the fact he was some sort of rodent no identifiable features remained. The rat was coated in an inches thick layer of dark brown mud, hair, ears, his face, arms, even his cock were all lost beneath the gooey layer of oozingly slick muck.

"Damn...." Forest moved over to stand next to Shiro, "You look like you're having fun in there."

Gripping his cock with both hands Orel played with himself, shamelessly angling his mud coated shaft toward Forest, "I certainly am, come in and join me?"

The wolf didn't need a second invitation, he waded into the slick, warm mud. It was less thick then the clay they had been wading through before but it was stickier, clinging and oozing over his fur effortlessly. Halfway to the rat Forest dropped to his knees, biting back a pleasurable moan as the much slopped over his balls then engulfed his dick. Settling lower, mud oozing up his stomach, chest and then engulfing his shoulders Forest sighed in delight.

"This feels great," he murmured softly, slowly lowering his arms into the thick more. The mud was warm, squishing into every curve of his body, leaving only his head clear and clean as he brought his arms down all the way, "I can see why you enjoy this."

"Being naked is more fun," Shiro called out from where he was now sitting on the bank, stroking himself with one paw, his grey fur rippling with hints of brown as he shifted and moved.

"You not coming in?" Forest asked, turning to face the raccoon, "It's very warm and feels... ooooh!"

The wolf was cut off as Orel slipped up behind him, the rat's lithe body pressed up against his back, arms sliding through his fur and hands closing about his cock. It felt good and Forest could feel Orel's own hard shaft pressed up against his tail.

"I'm going to watch you two for a bit first," Shiro chirred, "Don't worry about me, I'll pick my moment to come in there and stake my claim."

Forest made a soft growling whine in the back of his throat in response, he then twisted around, sliding his cock free of Orel's grip as he threw his arms about the rat's torso. He was intending it to be a playful, muddy hug but it turned into a topple as Orel's dextrous rat tail and his left leg hooked around his ankles and they both went down. Mud clung to Forest's head, coated his ears, muzzle and slicked his thick hair down against his skull. Rolling sideways Forest broke free of the rat and surfaced with a gasp, blinking his eyes clear and wiping away some of the mud with his fingers.

Laughing and looking down at himself the wolf went cross eyed so he could see his muzzle and laughed again, "I'm a total mess," he glanced at Shiro and grinned, "I must look a sight?"

"Totally unrecognizable," the raccoon retorted, "The pair of you," he held up an old, well used camera and clicked the shutter, "What do you think Orel?"

"I think you look perfect," the rat squeaked and launched himself at Forest. Falling backwards the wolf let his weight carry him under and got his arms under Orel's rump and used his excess momentum to toss him under the mud. Following this move Forest hauled his body out of mud and went after Orel with a deepz happy, playful growl.

The rat was good at mud wrestling, he was also as slippery as a barrel full of otters. What he had in experience he lost out on due to Forest's larger size and weight. The wolf was able to break free of the rat's holds, use his strength to his advantage and after what must have been a good twenty or thirty minutes of slippery, mud coated, excited rolling, squishing, schlorping andand gooey mud filled wrestling Forest finally pinned Orel in a corner. He'd pinned the rat up against the edge of pool, his hands and arms buried in the thicker clay that ringed the pool and his body trapped in a kneeling position beneath Forest's own.

"Ok, ok I give," the rat laughed, squirming helplessly against Forest, "You win, now let me free."

"Hmmm no," Forest gathered up the long, slimy length of rat tail and tossed it over one shoulder with a splat. This let him tease his cock against Orel's rump, "I think I'm going to claim first dibs."

The rat squeaked, glanced back and Forest and nodded, "Go on then, you indulged my need to get muddy."

Forest didn't need a second invitation, he pushed his hips forward, meeting the rat's own eager push against him. Snug flesh parted easily around his mud coated cock, it was the perfect lube and Orel shifted his stance in the mud to adjust his position allowing the wolf to glide in all the way to the top of his knot. Careful not to let that slip inside, at least not yet, Forest drew his hips back then gently eased himself back in. Orel groaned and lowered his head, muddy ears pressing back against his neck as Forest gently, slowly, lovingly eased himself in and out of that lovely rump several more times to let his new rat lover get used to him. Easing his arms forward Forest rubbed them along Orel's slick back then slipped his hands passed the rat's stomach and into the mud. Bracing himself on the hidden clay bank Forest let his lower body sink lower into the mud, taking Orel's lower half with him so he could continue to roll his hips and slide his needy cock in and out of his rump.

He was so busy enjoying himself, letting out happy little wruffs in counterpoint to Orel's squeaks he'd missed Shiro moving closer. The raccoon had clearly been taking photos but now he moved in to kneel on either side of Orel's head. The raccoons rock hard pink shaft nudged Orel's lips, the rat opened his eyes, glanced up at Shiro, his sleek mud coated head tilting back so he could smile and start to use his pink tongue to assault the piercing in the end of the raccoons shaft. Shiro let his tongue hang out in delight and tilted the camera to snap several pictures of Orel's head as the rat slowly pulled raccoon cock into his maw, teasing it all the way.

Once Orel was nose deep in raccoon navel fluff Shiro dropped the camera on the bank and started to play with the rat's ears. The view had Forest growling in delight, rolling his hips faster, harder, lowering his body across Orel's back, his chest squelching through the mud of the rat's back. Without pause Forest's knot slipped inside and he moaned as Orel clenched tight around it. This just made the wolf's knot swell further, sealing his dick deep inside the rat. Whimpering and growling in need Forest rolled his hips faster, tugging his knot against the rats rear, working himself up and just as he started the reach that glorious, cresting wave of intense expectant pleasure Orel squeaked around Shiro's cock and clenched harder then before. The rat's rump spasmed several times in quick succession around Forest's cock and with a deep, feral howl the wolf fell over the edge of that needy precipice into his own orgssm. Lifting his head as he filled the rat Forest moaned and rolled his hips as he caught sight of Shiro.

The raccoon's grey-brown furred body was frozen in a stiff backed moment of pleasure. His head thrown back and eyes closed in delight as Orel swallowed and worked his jaws around the raccoon's dick, swallowing his friends load. Groaning Forest slumped forward, burying his muddy nose against the rat's back as his dick stuttered out the last sticky jet of his own seed. Taking a shuddering, much needed breath through his nose Forest sighed in delight at the melange of rich scents the assailed his senses. Mud, moss, water and the heavy inter-mingled smell that was their lust fuelled, distinct and masculine aroma. Turning his head he grinned as he met Shiro's eyes then slowly tipped himself and Orel over onto their sides.

"This.. that... was...." He trailed off and just smiled, words couldn't express how much fun he'd just had.

"Wasn't it just," Shiro replied, running a muddy hand through Orel's thickly coated hair, "Wasn't it just."

"Getting clean is going to be a pain," Forest squirmed and gently tugged at Orel's rump but he was still very stuck, "I trust you have a plan for that?"

"Of course," Orel squeaked, pushing his muddy paws against Forest's chest, he slid his body around, twisting atop Forest's cock until he was able to force the wolf onto his back and straddle his lap, "But we have hours of sunlight left."

Grinning down at him the rat started to flex and shift his rump, starting to tease Forest's cock all over again. Shiro had the camera back out and the wolf whimpered in delight as he realised the night was only just beginning. It was going to be a very long, muddy interlude with this pair of deviant entertainers and his cock was already starting to firm back up in anticipation of what was going to happen next. Whatever they had in store for him it was going to be a hell of a lot of fun.

~fin