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It was a simple enough job. All he had to do was walk into a certain shop, take a certain item without anyone noticing, and leave. It wasn't anything unusual for him, in fact it should've been quite easy. The grand marketplace was always very busy and today it was even more crowded, but that was good. More people meant more eyes to be caught by but it also meant it'd be easier to slip out of sight, and easier to escape from any storeowners.

He made his way through the crowd, wearing clothing similar to everyone else and not even carrying any sort of concealed weapon. If he got caught, which was always a risk no matter how careful he was, having a weapon on him would land him in far more trouble. He saw the shop he was supposed to take from, and he was immediately more nervous. Most vendors in the marketplace were set up in large wagons, made to be pulled by one or more large beasts that could manage long treks through the desert, and this was no exception, but unlike most of the others this one had two of its own armoured guards standing outside the entrance with swords on their hips, glancing at everyone who entered and left the wagon. On its own that wouldn't make it any harder for him to steal, it didn't look like they were searching anyone walking out, but if he got caught stealing the consequences would surely be dire. Any shopkeep here who could afford their own private guards were surely on the richer side, and quite powerful. The person who hired him didn't say anything about guards, they didn't say much at all, but with how much he'd get paid for completing the mission he took it anyways- after receiving half of his payment up front.

He did his best to hide his anxiety as he walked between the guards, feeling how they glared down at him as he stepped into the wagon. It was on the smaller side inside, a wagon could only be so large before it needed more animals to pull it, yet there was no shortage of exotic goods lined up on the shelves, countless different items packed in but clearly separated into different categories, from silks to spices to jewels and more. With this many expensive wares, it was surprising that there weren't more guards outside. A man dressed in a fancy robe with all sorts of jewelry sat behind a small counter at the back, presumably the store owner. He wasn't paying much attention, fiddling with something on the counter. That meant the thief had to act quickly before the owner was done with whatever he was doing, the only other two people in the wagon paying even less attention.

He walked over to the jewels, looking down at them until he spotted what he was searching for. A gold necklace with several different gemstones, a glittering emerald being much larger than the others, sat neatly folded up in a little box, a hefty price tag attached to it. No wonder someone wanted to steal it. He gingerly picked it up, looking to his sides to make sure nobody was watching or even looking in his general direction, before swiftly tucking it into his pocket and starting to walk out without looking back. This was always the most tense moment, but not immediately being called out as he took his first step was a huge relief. Then took a step out of the wagon between the guards, and before he realised what was happening his entire body went numb and he fell to his knees before flopping right over, green arcs of electricity jumping over his barely conscious body.

“Fuckin' hell, someone fell for it?" One of the guards sighed, nudging his body with their foot. He could only groan in response, face in the sand. He wasn't in pain, but from past experiences he knew this was most likely going to end in a harsh punishment, and no payout.

“Let's take 'im to the boss, then." The other guard grunted, crouching down and lifting him up with an arm under his, the first guard digging into his pocket and pulling out the necklace he was going to steal, being careful to not touch the sparkling emerald in the middle. They set it on the floor just inside the wagon, nodding at the shopkeep who'd been watching the whole debacle before helping the other guard carry him. So it was apparently some sort of magical trap, but why..?

Luckily the storeowner looked rather scrawny, so a beating from him wouldn't be too bad. Or so he thought before the guards went an entirely different direction, carrying him through the crowd further into the market. Without the necklace on him he was slowly regaining control of his body, but he couldn't do anything more than a weak squirm that the guards didn't even acknowledge. Soon he saw his destination: a large, ornate tent with yet another guard outside its entrance, heavy curtains acting as a door to keep anyone from seeing inside. He was unceremoniously dropped on the ground, barely catching himself from falling flat on his face and cursing under his breath.

“Go in, and no funny business." One of the guards commanded, keeping him surrounded in such a way that he wouldn't be able to run. If the boss was in here, the shopkeep he saw must've been some sort of stand-in or underling. He brushed the sand off of himself as he stood up, glaring at the guards and the many uncaring civilians behind them, before he stepped forward and slowly opened one of the curtains to walk inside, letting the door fall closed behind him. It was dark, no light coming through the walls and ceiling save for small cracks between the wall and ground, most of the room's illumination coming from numerous candles and lanterns. The chamber was filled with a He didn't look around for more than a moment though, as his attention was almost immediately caught by something quite unexpected. At the opposite side of the tent, lying on the fanciest of rugs and cushions, was a massive, furry, feline beast unlike any he had ever seen, resting its head down on its front paws as it slept. Laying on the cushions next to it, gently petting it between the ears, was a rather svelte, long-necked anthro fox wearing nothing but their fur, their dark eyes looking toward him as he walked in.

“Ah, it's about time you showed up..~" They spoke in a sultry tone, wearing a sly smile across their muzzle. Only then did it hit him, he didn't recognize them at first but that voice was unmistakable- they were the one who hired him to steal the necklace in the first place, but the first time they met the fox was all bundled up in dark clothing that hid every last inch of their body and face, all except their snout.

“Wait, you.. you set me up? Why?" He asked quietly, not wanting to wake up the monstrous cat they were petting, his voice trembling slightly with a mix of anxiety and betrayal. It wasn't the first time he was double crossed, but that didn't exactly make it any better.

“Why did I do it? My, I simply wanted someone to help my master unwind and relax, traveling across the desert is so tiring and I thought he deserved something special..~" They chuckled and looked down at the feline, giving it another soft pat.

“That's.. He's the boss?" He asked, the gears in his head slowly turning. Anthros were common enough but a beast owning a store such as that, even having guards and a private tent set up in the marketplace, seemed implausible to say the least, but this one was massive to boot and he couldn't even gauge its full size with it laying down. The fox simply nodded in response, smile widening.

“If you want to leave, the guards won't stop you, the market's own guards won't be told of your theft. I'm still willing to give you the rest of your payment if you stay a while, and I promise I won't tell a soul about anything that'll happen in this tent~" They hummed. Their tone was playful but didn't give off any hint of underlying malice. If they were true to their word it'd be quite a lot of money for something far less risky than thieving, but he had an idea of what they wanted him to do and he wasn't exactly prepared.. for a number of reasons. Still, he didn't take a single step towards the door despite constantly looking back at it.

“..Ugh, alright, I'll do it. No more tricks though." He grumbled, his cheeks growing warm and red as he crossed his arms.

“Oh I wouldn't dream of it.. now give me a moment to wake up dear master, he's truly such a deep sleeper~" The fox said before adjusting themselves, turning onto to their belly with their tail on top of their thighs and putting their hands on the feline's fluffy cheeks, bringing their face down to plant a kiss right on its mouth. “Kiss" was an understatement with how they tilted their head, making it easier for them to push their tongue past its lips, carefully prying its maw open just enough with their thumbs so they could french kiss it properly. It wasn't like he could see every detail but there was no denying how passionate the fox was and no denying the noises they made, both the subtle, wet noises of such a deep kiss, and their less subtle huffing and moaning. It made him blush hotter, but he still indignantly turned his head away- if he made it seem like he was enjoying all of this too much he might not get paid fully, and he'd probably have to end up doing more and more shameful things.. the fox absolutely didn't seem like the type to judge someone getting intimate with strangers, but god knew he'd be judging himself for it.

A few long seconds into that makeout session the feline stirred, a low rumble rising from its body and its back rising slightly as it drew in a deep breath. The fox pulled back, slipping their tongue out of its mouth with drool dripping down, keeping their hands on the beast's cheeks and staring at it with a loving expression. He watched in a mix of fear and amazement as it shifted its paws, moving around on the cushions before it pushed itself up, rising taller and taller without even bothering to open its eyes yet. It was HUGE, and not just because of how incredibly fluffy it was- it stood at least two feet taller than him from paws to shoulders, and it looked strong and heavy enough to crush him like an ant if it so chose. It almost hit the unflinching fox in the face as it stretched its front legs out, bending its front down with its butt and tail sticking up as it yaaaaawned right in the fox's face- its mouth was more than big enough to easily fit his entire head, and its teeth were as sharp as they were terrifying. If he'd known he was going to be anywhere near something like this, he wouldn't have taken the job in the first place.

Once it finished its long yawn and stretch it laid back down, keeping its head up this time as it tiredly opened its eyes, ears flicking as it looked down at the smiling fox before turning its attention toward the thief himself. His heart skipped a beat, and his throat felt dry.

“So you're the one he picked..? Not a bad choice at all." Much to his surprise it- he- spoke, having a deep and masculine voice, yet it carried the same sort of light-hearted tone as the fox's. The thief could only nervously nod in response.

“Come here. I won't bite, believe it or not. You'd barely qualify as a snack anyways." The beast chuckled, obviously making a joke, but it still made the thief nervous. The fox said nothing, quietly sitting by the feline's side, watching as the thief walked closer. As he approached the pair he started to pick up a faint, heady scent that grew stronger the closer he was to them. He stopped a few feet away, but with how intimidated he was it felt like he may as well have been inches away. He recognized the smell clearly now- it was obviously sweat but it was uniquely bestial, and it made him feel hot.

“I'm sure you've already been told what you'll be doing?" The large cat asked him with a smile, his eyes darting back and forth between it and the fox.

“Y.. y-yeah." He squeaked out.

“..You seem quite tense, mmh? What's your name, thief?" The boss gave him a curious look, long and fluffy tail slowly swaying side to side.

“It's uh, Barret." He mumbled, looking away for a moment.

“How lovely. I'm Orru, and this is Basalt." The feline, Orru, replied, briefly nodding toward the fox. “I'll give you something simple to start with. My feet are quite sore, be a dear and massage them for me?" He lifted one of his front paws up, holding it out to Barret. He didn't answer, silently staring at that huge paw before hesitantly stepping up to it. It was low enough that he had to get onto his knees to reach it, but the floor wasn't uncomfortable with rugs and cushions there, and sand under the tent's bottom. He held that furry paw in his hands- though Orru still supported most of the weight- with each hand only able to hold a single toe with how large they were. Despite how soft and fluffy those paws clearly were, their pads were rough, giving him plenty of texture when he started to slowly rub them with his palms. They were mostly firm too, only having a small amount of squish when he gave them a gentle squeeze. It was quiet inside the tent while he lightly massaged that huge paw, rubbing across its large pads or massaging a single furry toe between both hands, being careful to avoid the sharp tips of the claws peeking out.

“Your hands feel quite nice, but why don't you come lie down and use your tongue? I promise I won't crush you~" Orru huffed, lifting his foot away from Barret's hands so he'd have enough space to do what was asked of him. He could only muster a quiet “okay" in response before he shuffled back on his knees, turning around and slowly lying on his back before pushing himself back until his face was right under that paw that was bigger than his head. Deep inside he wondered what the hell he was doing, submitting so easily in such a way, but the warmth and need between his legs was overpowering his usual limits, and strengthening fantasies he didn't even know he had. He trembled in place as his vision went darker, that paw descending on him until it lightly smushed him down against the cushions below. It didn't hurt at all but he could feel just how much weight was behind it whenever he made the tiniest movement, keeping him pinned right where he was. He instinctively took a deeeep breath in, unintentionally getting a good whiff of Orru's footpaw. It was evident that it wasn't filthy or unwashed but that paw was plenty musky, sweat soaked into the fur between toes right where his nose was buried. It wasn't a bad smell at all, at least to him, making him groan before he sniffed again, filling his lungs with warm musk.

Orru very carefully rested his foot on Barret's face more, putting more weight on him and making him squirm. He didn't forget what was asked of him, and after a long moment of thinking it over (and a few more sniffs) he slowly poked his tongue out past his lips, flinching when it made contact with soft, sweaty fur before giving it a tiny lick. The salty taste clinged to his tongue but he didn't dislike it, in fact he found himself immediately licking again, deeper this time as he slipped his tongue further between Orru's thick toes, seeking out more of that intoxicating sweat, sometimes tilting his head a bit to get a lick at the tough pads squishing the sides of his face- the taste there wasn't as strong but it was just as arousing, and the feeling of his tongue dragging across that rough texture sent a shiver down his back.

While he was busy, Basalt stood up and walked to one side of the tent, taking a box from a pile of things back to where they and Orru were sitting and unpacking the parts of a hookah- water, coals, and “special herbs" included- quietly assembling it while Barret remained pinned, Orru calmly watching them stuff the herbs in the bowl and lighting the coals with one of the many candles in the chamber. Once it was all set up they sat back down and picked up the hose, taking a slow hit and smoothly blowing out a cloud of smoke before holding the hose up to Orru so he could take its own much longer hit before letting out a smoky sigh, the tent filling with that scent.

The two of them smoked together for a short bit longer before Orru lifted his foot away from Barret, though the thief needed a few seconds before he snapped out of his paw-induced trance and remembered where he was and what was happening. His face felt damp and hot. He could still smell paw musk, and still taste it on his breath, but there was something different about the air in the tent.

“C'mere cutie, I got something for you." Basalt told him and he slowly sat up and turned around, the fox beckoning him closer with the hookah's hose in their other hand.

“..Alright." He replied and shuffled even closer, about as close to them as Basalt and Orru were to one another. The fox held their free hand out to him until he took it, gently holding his hand while they took another hit from the hookah. Despite how he was just drooling on Orru's paw he still felt intimidated being so close to the massive feline, giving him a nervous smile until he felt the fox give his hand a little pull as they finished inhaling. Before he said anything they set the hose down and pulled him closer, putting their hand on the back of his head and planting their lips against his, looking right into his widening eyes as they kissed him, their head tilted a bit to allow for a deeper kiss with their snout. He lightly pulled back in surprise but their hands kept him in place, and he huffed once he felt their tongue against his lips, gently pushing into his mouth.. and allowing them to blow the smoke they inhaled into his own mouth. He shivered- though he was anything but cold- feeling the fox resting their tongue on his while they held him there, inhaling the smoke while he was kissed and not getting a proper chance to exhale for several seconds, his lungs starting to ache before Basalt finally pulled away from the kiss and he instantly let out a big puff of smoke into the fox's face, letting out a few small coughs with a string of fox drool hanging down from his lip.

“It's best if you strip, things will only get hotter~" Orru told Barret. He was clearly flirting but he wasn't wrong, Barret was already starting to feel uncomfortably warm and the idea of taking off all of his clothes in front of these two was as embarrassing as it was exciting.

“Sure, j-just, give me a second." He said as he stood up, looking away as he slowly pulled his top off, exposing himself above the waist. He immediately felt so much more vulnerable, especially with two pairs of eyes leering at him. He quietly undid his belt and dropped it on the floor with his top, slipping his footwear off before finally sliding his pants and underwear off together and leaving himself completely nude as he stepped out of them. It wasn't his first time having to strip for someone, cautious nobles or their guards were to thank for that, and in those situations he was always more annoyed than embarrassed, but this was entirely different. His exposing himself was fully voluntary this time, and he wasn't used to being watched in such a lustful, hungry way, and it didn't help that the two watching him were fully covered in thick fur while he only had his bare skin.

He struggled to not cover himself with his hands as he stood there, one on his thigh and the other clenched into a fist by his side, though he still couldn't bring himself to make eye contact.

“How interesting..~" Orru hummed, he and Basalt looked a bit surprised but not upset by what was between Barret's legs, or rather what wasn't. Despite him being on the masculine side- not enough to really be called “manly"- there was no package between his thighs, only a small, tight, steamy slit without a trace of body hair.

“Come lie in front of me. I'd love to taste you, if you'd be so kind~" Orru invited Barret closer again, Basalt shuffling back and patted their lap, inviting the human to rest his head on their fluffy thighs.

“R-right." He mumbled, struggling to get any words out with how nervous he was, his heart beating like a drum as he walked over, subconsciously moving one of his hands over his crotch to cover himself as he sat down between the fox and cat on the pile of cushions, facing the latter. He slowly leaned back on one arm, looking up at Basalt who gave him a reassuring smile, encouraging him to lay the rest of the way down, resting his head back in their lap. Immediately he could feel himself naturally relax, something about it was so.. calming. Both of them staring down at him while he was in such a position had him blushing like crazy, his face so hot that he thought he would melt into a puddle. It certainly didn't help that the fox started to gently pet him in their lap, softly stroking his hair.

“Do let me know if you'd like me to stop, until then I'll do as I wish~" Orru growled playfully as he approached Barret, who nodded in response. He slowly parted his legs to make room for the feline, huffing when his legs were pinned down by Orru's own and he felt hot breath wash over his crotch. The two of them kept eye contact as Orru closed the distance, opening his mouth to let his large tongue flop out, delivering a gentle, sloooow lick to Barret's pussy. A jolt of pleasure went through his body and his thighs squeezed the sides of Orru's head as he was licked, a whimpering moan slipping free before he clamped a hand over his mouth to shut himself up.

“Oh, now that was cute." Basalt giggled and pet his head. He couldn't reply, his free hand squeezing one of the cushions to his side while the other stayed over his mouth, his toes curling when he was licked again, and again. His legs quivered with every lap at his cunt, his crotch getting wetter with his own fluids and Orru's drool. Mostly drool. Time immediately melted away, and he had no idea if seconds, minutes, or even hours were passing with him getting licked the whole time.

“Have you ever done this kind of thing before..?" Orru eventually paused his licking to ask, and after fighting the temptation to ask to keep going, Barret mumbled a quiet “n-no".

“Just do your best to relax, then. I'll do my best to be gentle~" Orru huffed before digging back in, pushing his wide tongue against the thief's tight slit with more force than before, slowly applying more pressure until those lips stretched to take his tongue in, penetrating Barret's virginal pussy and getting a quiet groan from him. It was an intense feeling that he wasn't fully prepared for but it felt too damn good to make it stop, but it was made easier and even more enjoyable by an unfamiliar feeling slowly spreading through him. He was glad that he was already lying down as his limbs started to feel heavy, akin to the fatigue one would feel after some intense exertion yet without any of the soreness or aches- only the opposite really, everything was feeling nice and relaxed and warm. He felt more sensitive too, something that was mostly apparent between his legs as he was stuffed with more thick, rough tongue. Despite its size, much bigger than anything he'd taken before- which was only his fingers, really- its squishiness kept it from being too much for him, and Orru's gentleness helped lots, and Basalt continuing to caress him helped him stay plenty calm. The fox casually took another hit from the hookah, the cloud of smoke they blew out indirectly giving Barret more of it to breathe in, not that he even thought of it while he was so busy. Orru was careful to not go too fast or deep as he started to slowly push his tongue in and out of that tight slit, dragging against its sensitive walls and occasionally pulling all the way out to give the outside a lick before delving back in.

A few minutes of that passed before Orru pulled back one last time, raising his head and licking his chops. Barret huffed at the sudden emptiness, but didn't complain other than that and a bit of squirming.

“I'd love to eat you out for hours, but I think both of us would like some attention~" Orru rose to his paws, standing tall and slowly walking forward until he was right over the fox and human, Basalt needing to lean back to avoid getting a faceful of sweaty fur- not that they'd mind such a thing. Barret's eyes widened as the huge cat stood over him, the majority of his vision taken up by Orru's underside as he looked up, but the sight wasn't the only thing for him to take in. There was a potent smell similar to the musk he'd been bathing in the whole time, though stronger and sharper. He looked up between Orru's hind legs to the source of the scent, having to do a double-take at what he saw. Though it was partially hidden by thick belly fur he could see what looked like some sort of pouch between Orru's legs, and it was big, at least for what must've been inside.

“Be a dear and take this off for me~?" Orru told Barret, lowering his hips to make it easier.

“Sure, g-give me a second." With Basalt's help Barret sat up underneath the cat, getting a closer look at what he was meant to remove. Though he moved slowly the musk made him dizzy, but he did his best to focus on the task at hand. It looked like there was a leather sack over Orru's crotch to hold and hide his junk, with thick leather straps going around his upper thighs and waist like some sort of jockstrap- Barret hadn't noticed them earlier with how much fur there was covering them- though the straps were more like belts, with small silver buckles keeping them fastened. He reached up, fumbling with one of the straps around a leg until he managed to undo it and giving it a little tug so it came down. The other leg's strap was just as easy, but to undo the one around Orru's waist he had to sit up and lean over, really reaching above himself and getting a faceful of sweaty fur, having to feel around blindly until he managed to undo it and sat back down.

To his surprise, despite all the straps being undone the leather jock continued to hug Orru's crotch. Before even being asked he gently held it in both hands- it felt wet, even the thick leather soaked through with sweat- and pulled it down, feeling how it stuck for a moment before coming off. He nearly choked from the sheer intensity of the musk that hit him, all that steam trapped inside the leather until he'd peeled it away- all the smells were incomparable to what he was breathing in now purely from how powerful it was, but despite the scent alone demanding all of his attention he managed to focus his vision on what was in front of him: Orru's immense manhood. Though his cock was still mostly sheathed, the flare alone was intimidating, to put it lightly- it looked like it must've been at least a few inches wide, nearly as thick as Barret's own thigh, and it wasn't even at its full size yet. Underneath was quite the prodigious sack, it was hard to tell the exact size with all the sweat-matted fur but it looked like each of those dense balls were larger than the human's entire head. He was stunned, staring absolutely frozen as if he forgot there were others in the room with him.

“You seem shocked..~" Orru chuckled, bringing Barret out of his trance.

“J-just a bit." He mumbled back, looking down at the harness in his hands and finding himself surprised once again. The inside of the leather bowl looked like it was lined with some sort of smooth silk to keep it more comfortable, darkened by all the sweat it was saturated in. Even with all the fluid it'd absorbed already it looked like the bowl was struggling to let all of it go, a puddle sitting in the bottom of it, threatening to spill over the side if tilted it too much. He was much too focused on everything in front of him to notice the fox getting up behind him, or how they shuffled up right up to him on their knees, at least until their soft hands caressed his sides and made him jump. They giggled, sliding their hands forward and giving him a gentle hug from behind, pressing their furry chest against his back.. and pressing something much warmer and squishier against his butt. Before he could ask about it they had a question of their own.

“Looks delicious, doesn't he~?" They spoke softly into his ear, head resting over his shoulder. He couldn't muster up a response, especially not with their delicate hands feeling him up, one brushing against his sensitive chest and the other trailing down to his thigh, getting so teasingly close to his most intimate area but not touching.

“Y.. y-yeah." Barret mumbled. They took their hand off of his chest to gently squeeze the feline's shaft right behind its flare- their fingers couldn't fully wrap around it with how thick it was- getting a good throb from it before more started to slide from the sheath. The human watched in silent awe as that dick grew closer to his face, the fox embracing him keeping him from backing up or moving out of the way right up to when the blunt head of Orru's rod smushed against his face, so large that his mouth, nose, and eyes were all fully covered, his senses getting overwhelmed by that throbbing beast-meat. He could feel it pushing against him harder as it grew more erect, even leaking out a thick dollop of precum riiiight against his sealed lips. Every breath he took was incredibly hot, like he was inhaling steam directly over a pot of boiling water, and without even being asked he opened his mouth to give the tip of that huge cock a lick. The salty taste of pre immediately spread across his tongue, its sheer potency making him wince, but he wanted more, and there was much more than enough with lots already dripping down and off of his chin.

“Feels like someone's thirsty.." Orru huffed above them, doing his best to keep himself still and not thrust against the much smaller duo underneath. Basalt giggled at that, slowly stroking a few inches of Orru's length while gently caressing Barret's thigh and rocking their hips against him. He could feel what seemed like a fat, fluffy, and squishy sheath and balls pressed against his rump, not as large as the feline's but much more impressive proportionally speaking. Going from zero experience to all of this had his heart pounding hard but he did his best to keep up, even if that only meant licking across the cumslit smushed against his lips and swallowing the precum that poured into his mouth while the fox had their way with him- Orru seemed to enjoy the licking though, if his pulsing, pre-gushing dick was any indication.

“Lay together, there's an idea I'd like to try..~" Orru told them, and only a moment later Barret was quickly pulled away from his treat, pulled onto his back by and on top of Basalt. That put enough distance between him and Orru for him to see the full size of that beastly cock, and even having his face shoved directly against it didn't prepare him for seeing just how big it really was. It was easily over two feet long with plenty of extra inches to spare, and that wasn't counting the hefty knot still trapped in his sheath, frighteningly thick even compared to his flare. It throbbed above him, a glob of precum dripping out onto his lower stomach, the intense heat making him squirm with arousal. He didn't stare for too long, his attention soon grabbed by the fox whispering into his ear.

“Lay next to me darling, I'd just like to give you a kiss~" Their sultry voice sent a little shiver down his back but he was happy to do as he was told, sliding off of them and turning onto his side to face them while they turned to look into his eyes, their confident and loving gaze making him feel warmer despite his struggle to keep eye contact in return. Once again they wrapped their arms around him in a sweet embrace, pulling him close, pressing their furry body to his and pressing their oversized package against his thighs. He could feel something far less soft but even hotter pressing on him, close enough to his pussy that he could feel its heat but still not touching it.

“You wouldn't mind another kiss, would you~?" They asked him, but they both already knew what his response was going to be- so without waiting for a proper response they planted a kiss on his precum-slathered lips, moaning against him as they licked the pre off of his lips before sliding their tongue into his mouth. While they kissed him they lifted a leg up, hooking it over his waist to hold him closer and grind their sheath against him harder, and getting him to wrap his own arms around them, giving them a gentle squeeze while they made out. Though precum dominated his taste-buds he could catch some of the exotic smokiness on the fox's breath, still lingering from the hookah.

Orru lowered himself down, his sweaty musk washing over the two underneath him- with how they were holding one another, they were in the perfect positions for the feline to shove his flare between both pairs of thighs, making the human shudder, before pressing forward and slowly pushing the two of them apart just enough to fit his dick between them, making them both moan as his flare grinded against their crotches before pushing by, his rock-solid shaft sliding on them after. It was like he was using their bodies together as a sleeve for his monstrous prick, sheath slime and precum smearing against skin and fur. Basalt hugged Barret extra tight, keeping their bodies pressed firmly against the sides of Orru's cock. He stopped once his thick knot pressed against the duo's thighs, but he was still large enough for his flare to bump against their chins, pre spurting out and adding to the drooly mess while they kissed. Barret couldn't hold back some quiet whimpers as he was humped and kissed, his hips moving on their own, grinding his dripping-wet slit against that fat beastcock in time with Orru's own thrusts. There were all sorts of wet, lewd noises filling the tent, mostly from the increasingly vigorous fucking with Orru's shaft sliding back and forth between pre-slicked bodies, some from his needy grunting and the other two moaning, and the repeated smacking from his knot slapping against their thighs.

Eventually Barret noticed how more was starting to press against him than before, his chin getting thumped by Orru's flare harder, more heft hitting his thighs with every thrust. It quickly became clear that the beast was getting close to finishing, his thrusts getting harder, heavier, and slower. Soon, with a small step forward he delivered one last slam, massively swollen knot shoving against Barret and Basalt's thighs so hard that they were pushed a few inches on top of the cushions. His rod, already having barely any give, was now so hard that it may as well have been a stone pillar, throbbing so hard that it nearly jumped out of the two bottoms' embrace as thick, slimy, hot seed exploded from its tip, splattering all over the fox and human's chins, necks, and chests with the first messy cumshot alone, some spraying up further to get all over their faces, the second heavy spurt coming before the first even fully ended. It splashed on Barret's lips, only a drop or two making it into his mouth but that being enough for the taste to bloom. It was so much hotter, slimier, muskier, more everything than the precum that continued to stick to his tongue and the roof of his mouth like glue.

Orru's cum was almost scaldingly hot, the feeling of it gushing and dripping all over his chest and face making Barret squirm and blush, thighs clenched tight as a mini-orgasm coursed through him, wetness dripping down his thigh into the growing pool of cum between him and the fox. His moans were almost pitiful compared to the needy huffing and deep growling from above, Orru digging his sharp claws into the cushions and tearing right into them, multiple types of stuffing freely spilling out while he gave small jerky thrusts as his messy orgasm continued, and continued.

By the time Orru was finally done cumming Barret had never felt so plastered or drenched his whole life, only to pant tiredly, feeling totally exhausted with everything chest-up absolutely covered in thick, dripping cum, Basalt sharing the same mess- the fox had pulled back from the kiss sometime in the middle of Orru's climax, though they hadn't stopped giving him small smooches or licking the mess from his cheek or lips. Orru's beastly dick softened and shrank slightly, still drooling more cum post-orgasm than any human would dream of making in several full climaxes.

“Haahh.. sorry about the mess, I couldn't help myself. Still able to think under there?" Orru let out a content sigh, stepping back and dragging his cock away from the two hugging it, flare covered in warm seed.

“Mmf, I'm good~" Basalt grunted, a bit out of it themselves from such a messy, pleasurable experience, one arm draped over the human to loosely keep hugging him and the other wiping cum away from their eyes. Their pulsing, knotty dick was covered in cum that wasn't even their own, leaking thick drops of precum with every throb. He could only respond with a quiet, tired mumble, giving the fox a squeeze with both arms and smearing cum over his skin and into their fur, keeping their shaft pressed against him- it felt gigantic, even bigger than he would've expected from the size of the sheath pressing on him earlier, but before he could do anything else they rolled away onto their back, slipping out of the hug and lazily stroking their shaft with one hand, unable to come even remotely close to fully wrapping their fingers around it. With their clean hand they reached up to grab the hookah's hose, taking another long hit.

“Let me clean you up, then.." Orru walked to Basalt's side and lowered his head down, giving them a long lick from their belly to their neck, slathering their fur in spit and licking up his own cum- something he didn't seem to have any sort of qualms with even as he swallowed it and licked again. The fox sighed happily, resting their head back and putting their hands on top of his snout, gently petting him while he groomed them. Barret was finally coming to, not quite fully lucid but seeing what was happening next to him as he sat up- gooey mess dripping off of him- and without even thinking twice he crawled his way over, laying between Basalt's legs while Orru was busy up above. He took a good look at those fat, furry nuts, still smaller than Orru's but each bigger than his own head regardless, their sack covered in smooth but soft and fluffy fur like the rest of their body. They looked so soft and snuggleable, practically begging him to shove his face in them.. so without a single word being shared he did just that, putting his hands on the fox's thighs and pressing his face into the middle of their hefty balls, moaning from the sheer warmth and softness that smothered him even with the slimy cum that still covered his face. Basalt didn't seem to mind one bit, spreading their legs to make some extra space for him before squeezing his sides to keep him nice and close and comfy.

“Looks like someone didn't want to be forgotten~" Orru laughed quietly, looking back at him before going back to business. He responded by giving those balls a big hot huff, finding himself a bit surprised by their scent- mostly just sweaty and musky, but with a faint, sweet smell like blueberries, not that he needed any more encouragement to keep sniffing them.

The three of them were happy to quietly continue like that for a while, Basalt getting every drop of cum licked off of their fur from their stomach to the tips of their ears, making them somewhat cleaner but leaving them damp with drool- and they only smelled even more like Orru, something they had no complaints about.

Orru soon deemed the job done, giving the fox a little kiss, and quietly whispering something into their ear, before fully standing again.

“Lay on your back, it's your turn~" He told Barret, who took a few seconds to process those words in his ball-huffing trance before reluctantly pulling his face away. By now the cum on his face and body was half-dried or soaked into the fur on Basalt's balls and cushions below, but without a word he moved to their side and laid back, hands shyly folded over his chest. The feline gave the fox's fruit-scented nuts a few licks to clean them up, their girth throbbing hard in response while they quietly watched with their sly slime, before he stepped over them so he could give Barret a long, slow, deep lick from his crotch to his neck, making him shudder and whimper and nudging his hands out of the way. The feeling of that heavily textured tongue dragging across his sensitive skin had him groaning quietly with every lick, whether it was between his legs or only on his face, Orru having his fun licking even where he'd already cleaned.

He didn't wait too long before deeming the job done, licking his lips while he stared down at the human.

“All cleaned~ Now don't you think it'd be polite to return the favour and clean me~?" He said with a smirk.

“W-what do you mean..?" Barret asked, getting an answer in the form of Orru turning around next to him and lifting his long fluffy tail high. Some playing cards tied to strings hung from his tail but Barret's attention was pulled lower, down to the feline's rump, and what a rump it was- it wasn't so big or round that he'd call it a bubble butt by any means but those haunches were certainly fat and fluffy, and between them was a wide, twitching, dark tailhole, sweat dripping from it down his furry taint and heavy balls, making quite the tantalising display. It was quite clear what Orru was asking for, something Barret had never considered or even truly fantasized about, yet the only thing making him hesitate was the concern of if he'd do well rather than the oddity of what he was going to do. He got up on his feet, bringing his face to the same level as that big and musky hole, giving him a much closer look and a much stronger whiff of musk. Orru gave his hips a little sway, tempting Barret into putting his hands on the feline's furry butt, fingers sinking into his soft fur and the layer of fat underneath.

“Go on, don't be shy~" Orru told him, pushing his butt back and almost shoving Barret over. The human huffed, staring right at that dark pucker, feeling the heat radiating off of it even though his face was still a foot away. He slooowly leaned in until he was able to plant a small, timid little kiss on Orru's rim. It was even warmer than he expected, causing him to pull back in surprise before going in for another kiss, staying longer this time with both nose and lips firmly pressed against hot, steamy hole. He couldn't hold himself back any more, and after that kiss he stuck his tongue out as much as he could before, giving Orru's tailhole a deep lick right in its middle. The taste wasn't unpleasant, it wasn't what he'd call “tasty" but something about it was addictive, making him crave more, and he soon licked again and again, feeling how that hole clenched against his hungry tongue, how it relaxed. He couldn't tell if his mouth was filling with sweat or drool, either way it was overflowing over his lips, dripping down his chin until he swallowed that mouthful and kept going.

While he was busy licking Barret suddenly felt a hand on the back of his head, and he would've pulled away had the hand not firmly held him there.

“You're doing great, but we know you can do so much better..~" Basalt whispered into his ear, pressing the tip of their dick against the back of his thighs. He grunted and squirmed, but he found himself spreading his legs to make some room for them.

“You know you want more, need more.." They hummed softly, pushing his head against Orru more while they slowly pushed their thick cock between his thighs, its sheer girth forcing his legs further apart as they brought their hips closer to his, only stopping when their throbbing knot was against him. The top of their shaft rubbed between his legs, so rigid that when they lifted their hips he could feel some of his weight being lifted from the floor- not enough to even bring him to his toes, but enough that it was utterly impossible not to heavily grind his pussy on it, every throb sending a jolt of pleasure through him. It was still coated in Orru's seed, getting rubbed onto his legs and into his slit, that realisation making him squeeze his legs tight around that knotty cock. As good as it felt, his attention was still elsewhere, even moreso with the hand pushing at him. The more his face was pressed against Orru's butt the more his vision was consumed by it, to the point where no matter where he looked it was all he could see save for a sliver of the tent's roof at the top of his peripheral, and the more force he had to use every time he licked, which meant the more his tongue was starting to spread that saliva-coated hole open. Judging by how Orru was pressing back toward him, they both wanted the same thing.

There was no voice in the back of Barret's head or instinct telling him to think twice, he didn't even think once as he pressed his tongue in, no longer trying to lap at Orru's tailhole and instead pushing directly against it, not needing much force before his tongue slid inside. It was much hotter and softer than he expected, lightly quivering around his tongue while the feline tried not to clench down, letting him curiously and hungrily delve deeper and wiggle his tongue around. His tongue wasn't bigger than any other human's but it was enough for him to get a thorough taste of beast butt. It was unlike anything he'd ever tasted before and he was already hooked, making soft, wet slurps and smacks, occasionally pulling back just enough to let himself take a proper breath through his nose and filling his lungs with more musk before smushing his face back in.

While Barret was busy sloppily eating out Orru's ass Basalt started to rock their hips, slowly thrusting their veiny cock between his legs, grinding against his leaky pussy, dripping thick globs of precum on the floor. It felt slimy and sticky with the cum that was still on it, some dripping down his legs and making a mess of him again so soon after he was cleaned.

“Put those hands to work, I'm sure your tongue is doing enough up here..~" They whispered to him, taking their own hand off of his head to slide both down the sides of his body, settling on his hips. His mouth was much too busy for him to respond but he did what he was told, taking his hands off of Orru's fluffy rear so he could tightly hug his fat, sweaty sack instead. Barret was met with a pleased groan, Orru's tail draping over his head and back, lightly trying to press him back in whenever he paused to breathe.

“Let's switch things up a bit, hm~?" Orru spoke up after a few minutes, thrusting his hips back and shoving the fox and human over together, drool and sweat covering Barret's face. He almost found himself reaching out to the butt above him, wanting to go right back in, but luckily for him he was going to get exactly what he wanted.

“Come over here dear, our guest is going to need some space~" Orru told Basalt, who giggled as they carefully slid out from under Barret, cock dragging against his slit one last time before they gave his head a kiss, standing up and gently laying him down on the cushions right where they were pushed over together.

“Now take a deeeeep breath, you're going to need it.." The beast told him, and before he knew it Orru had backed up, standing over him before crouching down, bringing his twitching, spit-slathered hole closer and closer before sitting right down on him. Despite Orru not using his full weight it was still overwhelming, so heavy that Barret could hardly even squirm, and trying to move his arms would be a futile effort. He could feel Orru's weighty balls resting between his chest and belly, sweat dripping off of them and running down his sides, further marking him with musk. His face was pinned in place with his nose and mouth right against Orru's soft tailhole, and all it took was a little wiggle from the cat's hips to get him licking again, gently sucking it and shoving his tongue as deep as he could. He was briefly pulled from his horny stupor by Basalt grabbing his ankles, lifting and spreading his legs so they could move between them while Orru sat on his upper half.

“Don't worry, I won't try to fit this in you, just having some fun~" The fox cooed, not that he could hear them, as they pressed their pointed tip into his pussy but didn't go any deeper, giving light, gentle thrusts, precum leaking and spurting right inside him, the unfamiliar pleasure causing him to moan and squirm some more, though it didn't stop him from enjoying his meal.

Occasionally Orru would lift himself up just enough for the human to take a breath before sitting back down with no warning, that lewd cycle going for long enough that Barret didn't even have to think, breathing when he could on an internal timer, slobbering on Orru's ass, all of his mental power focused on enjoying the moment, and what a moment it was. He was getting closer and closer to finally cumming, his moans totally muffled by sweaty butt, his legs shaking and tensing from the rapidly rising pleasure. With how much weight was on him his face was nearly getting pushed into Orru's tailhole, nose and mouth forced shallowly inside, the scent inside Orru's musky ass so intense that it flooded his nose even without him being able to breathe it in- but that didn't deter him one bit from licking all he could.

Basalt seemed to be getting close as well, thrusts getting a bit harder, forcing more of their tip into his pussy but the rapidly-increasing thickness making it impossible to get more than an inch of length inside him before any more couldn't even begin to push into him. The feeling of them repeatedly shoving against that “barrier" causing a sort of aching that was far more pleasurable than it was painful. Out of his sight their already insanely girthy shaft and knot swelled further, gaining multiple inches of thickness as they pumped closer and closer to the peak.. and with one last thrust forward, tightly gripping his ankles and growling with need, they started to flood his vent with hot, virile vulpine cum. He let out a pathetic whimper as his pussy was filled with sticky warmth, each pulsing cumshot making him clench tight in response, milking the fox's tip. With his face still completely smothered he reached his limit, a mix of cum and pussy juice gushing from around Basalt's dick while they continued to pump more seed into him. He couldn't remember ever cumming so hard until now, the sheer pleasure starting to make his head spin, and his lungs ache.. by the time it hit him that he couldn't breathe at all and Orru wasn't getting up, only grinding on him harder, he couldn't do anything more than a feeble, weak squirm, and soon enough he fully blacked out with cum still splurting into his slit.

Feeling started to return to him, everything feeling warm and heavy and tingly, especially between the legs.

“Mmghh.." He grumbled, feeling a familiar, soft hand petting his head, opening his eyes to see the fox smiling down at him- his head must've been in their lap, that sensation becoming much more apparent once the thought crossed his mind.

“There you are darling, how are you feeling? Seemed like things got a bit too intense for you..~" They laughed softly, though there was still a hint of genuine concern in their voice.

“I'm.. I'm fine, I think..?" He mumbled back, rubbing his eyes.

“We got worried for a minute, though it was definitely my fault." Orru huffed, laying nearby to his side. Barret looked over at him, blushing hotly as he remembered what led to him passing out in the first place.

“I-it's alright, I uh, enjoyed it a lot." He said, looking away from the two of them, failing to hide how embarrassed he was suddenly feeling now that he wasn't on a horny autopilot. He was still totally naked, and he had to fight the urge to cover his crotch despite both the cat and fox having done a whole lot more than simply see what he had to offer. He'd been cleaned up too, though the scents of sweaty musk and hookah smoke continued to cling to him.

“Trust us, we enjoyed it too. You did a lovely job~" Basalt gave his hair a little ruffle, getting a huff out of him.

“Agreed, it was quite fun." Orru chimed in.

“Ah, before I forget, you need to take this." Basalt picked up a small vial full of a dark fluid and handed it to him.

“What is it?" He asked, sitting up a bit to uncork and sniff the vial, recoiling at the pungent smell.

“Just a special mix of herbs, it'll keep you from getting pregnant. Unless you're that eager to raise my pups~?" They giggled. His eyes immediately widened, he hadn't even considered it but obviously there was a huge risk of pregnancy with how much they came inside him. The thought of being full of the fox's young made him blush, but he was far from prepared for such a thing, holding his breath and downing the concoction- or at least trying to, it didn't quite pour out as much as it oozed out instead, the whole thing sliding out in one solid glob that wetly plopped onto his tongue. The texture was much worse than the taste, which tasted like he just ate a mouthful of grass. He tried not to gag as he swallowed it down in a few gulps, but luckily it didn't cling to his tongue too much and it was all down in a few seconds. He didn't have to worry about getting pregnant now assuming it worked, but a small part of his brain hoped that he'd end up gravid anyways.

“Blech. Th-thanks." He handed the empty vial back to Basalt, who then helped him sit up fully.

“No worries darling, there's always next time..~" They smiled, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek as his blush grew.

“I should uh, probably get going though." He said quietly, looking over at Orru.

“Of course, we can't keep you here forever, as much as I'm sure you'd enjoy it." The beast chuckled, tail swaying behind him while he stared at Barret with the same hungry look as before.

“Your clothes are right over there, I folded them for you while you were unconscious." Basalt gestured to the small pile of the human's clothes folded nearby, watching him as he moved over and started to dress himself again. Orru's sweaty scent still clung to his clothing but he was more worried about the musk that was sticking to him directly, anyone near him would easily be able to smell it on him- he already knew he'd be burying his nose in his clothes later though, to get another whiff of the musk he loved so much.

“Before you go, don't forget to take your payment~" Basalt stood up, picking up a small bag from the side of the tent and sauntering over to Barret, putting their hand on his cheek and guiding him into another passionate kiss, looking into his eyes as they pushed their tongue into his mouth. He couldn't help but let out a little moan, hands clenched tight by his sides, the fox breaking the kiss shortly after. They gently held one of his hands and turned it over so they could give the bag to him, stepping back and smiling once he held it himself.

“Ah, r-right. I totally forgot." He huffed back, wiping fox drool from his lips. The money was the main reason he stayed in the first place, but now he couldn't find himself being too upset about nearly missing it after all the “fun" he had.

“Will I be seeing you again..?" He asked while pocketing the pouch, looking towards Orru and Basalt, the fox laying back down next to their master.

“Oh, I'm quite sure. The two of us will be traveling soon, but we'll be back before long. I'm sure you'll be traveling as well too, perhaps next time you could come with us~" Orru grinned, laying on his side and lifting one of his hind legs just enough for the human to get one last peek at his enormous sheath and balls before resting again.

“H-heh, we'll see. Until next time, then." Barret nodded, walking to the tent's entrance and looking back at the duo one last time with a smile before stepping outside, back into the sun. As he walked away, doing his best to ignore the knowing, somewhat smug looks from the tent's guards, he was already thinking about what would happen next time he met his new companions.