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The hefty old Donkey pulled his cart up the steep hill, idly wondering why preds always wanted to build their towns on hills. Dunlup had been plying his trade as a blacksmith to some of the more rural Horse towns and herds, and was now on his way back home.

The twisting, meandering road slipped outside the border to pass through the predator town of Board-hook. Not that Dunlup minded that much, it allowed him to sell some of the spoils he had been harvesting the last few days. The town wasn't large, it wasn't a major trading center or anything. If it hadn't been for that distinct predator scent, it could have been any small town in the Horse, Deer or even Sheep kingdoms.

“Lads,” the Donkey greeted the gate guards with a smile. He knew them both from the many times he'd passed through, and they both greeted him pleasantly. Arn the Bear and his wife were friendly sorts, while Kenel the short Wolverine was a fine drinking buddy who, at times, enjoyed the company of herbivores.

“Oi, Dun, the wife is wanting to know when ya plan to come around for dinner again,” the big Bear greeted with a grunt, flashing Dunlup a friendly grin. The Onager paused to dig around in his cart, before pulling out a hefty bundle and a bottle of Equine grain whiskey that his Bear friend enjoyed. Dun tossed a second bottle to Kenel, the Wolverine smiling as he looked at the bottle of Cervine fruit rum.

“I brought you some lovely treats, Arn. They originate from a draft Horse that was brought to me. Treanna can cook those up for a fine meal… and I'll drop by for dinner,” Dunlup said with a friendly wink, the big Bear sniffing at the bundle in delight, before examining the bottle. The grain alcohol was just the relaxant he needed to let them have their fun.

“Oho, Treanna is gonna love these big meaty bits. Yer a king among furs, my friend.” The big reddish Bear chuckled, waving Dunlup through the gate, as the furs behind him had begun to complain about the hold-up.

“Haha… I'm as plain as a pair of old shoes,” Dunlup called over his shoulder, as he pulled his small cart into the town.

The street cobbles were old and broken in a few places, but work was slowly starting to get the streets fixed. The blacksmith was heading down to a local meat dealer, a friend of his to whom he sold the proceeds Dun rounded up while visiting the rurals. His cart was mostly filled with those bits and pieces, on the return trip like this… so the Donkey was happy to unload them, and Quinton the meat merchant knew just the kind of things Dunlup liked.

A weasel lamplighter was busy moving from street lamp to street lamp, as the last light of the day began to fade in the sky. A cold mist-like rain slowly began to sift down out of the darkening sky, ringing the glowing street lamps in a rainbow halo.

As Dunlup trudged on slowly, the wheels of his cart clattered on the stones. Quinton's stall, which abutted the street, was already closed up, but a light was still on inside his shop, indicating that he was still open to the public.

The fat Donkey backed his cart up to the front door and then pushed it open to stick his head inside. “Hey, Quin! You want to come and help me unload this lot?” Dun called, watching as the slender middle-aged Canid, dressed in a white apron that showed a few dirty brown smudges, came ambling out.

“Well, hello there, Dun…” Quin greeted with a wide smile. The Canine was a true mutt with Dog, Wolf, and even some Vulpine all mixed in. “Was it a good haul…” Quin started to ask, as Dunlup flipped the cloth off, revealing the mass of severed male flesh.

“Fuckin' hell… how many buckets full is that?” The mutt-like Canine asked in wonder, his eyes very large as he looked at all the meat spread out on the floor of the cart.

“Five and three quarters, almost six overflowing buckets. Mostly draft Horses this time, so a lot of big stuff.” The Jack grinned, as he enjoyed the look of wonder on his friend's muzzle.

“Damn, I can't believe you collected all of this…” Quin grunted, licking his lips, even as he gave his Equine friend an admiring look. He picked a long, limp Equine cock, holding it in both paws as he examined it with delight. Walking over, he stuck his head back through the open door, calling to his son and another lad who worked for him. “Jack! Toby! Get out here and help us unload this cart.”

The two younger predators came out quickly, looking not so much impressed as depressed that there was so much work so late in the day. The young Canine and Feline sighed as they started carrying armloads of cocks and balls down to the underground cold rooms.

“Kids… they just don't have any work ethic anymore.” Quin complained as he and Dunlup dickered over the price and payment while they watched the pair work disgruntledly. Quin knew that there were things much more important to the Donkey than coins, so the Canine bargained with certain other items. Like, for example, a female’s company for his stay in town, and a town contract to take care of prisoners. Even the names of certain local predators who had been looking to hire Dun's services privately.

The old Jack bargained hard at first, but then pretended to let Quin tire him out and bargain him down coin by coin, knowing that his predator friend enjoyed these games. And because coin, as the predator knew, didn't matter that much since he had more than he could ever spend from his many business ventures.

A number of his friends had been telling him for years that he should just retire and enjoy the female friends he had made over the span of his journeys. But Dun still enjoyed the work… and wouldn't have traded these hard days of herd-visiting for a hundred years more of life as a retired male of wealth with females riding his dick day in and day out.

Dunlup nodded his homely muzzle, amused, wheedled, and one by one trading some coins in price for names, interests, and, most importantly, introductions.

He smiled a bit, distracted as he watched the young furs carry away buckets of Horse flesh. The Donkey could still recall the names and muzzles of all those draft cocks' former owners, as well as their expressions and screams when those meaty organs fell into those buckets.

Those memories would always be worth so much more than gold to him. He'd also had the pleasure of replacing them between the thighs of mares who'd previously enjoyed them… but that was days of road time ago.

It was good that he'd already promised Arn and Treanna that he'd visit them tonight. It let him remember that any visits Quin promised him would be the next day or later. But one introduction the Donkey truly was interested in was the warden of the town's prison, certainly its most notable feature. Many of the nearby lands sent their criminals here… if the Donkey could get the contract to remove their manhood, that would be a LOT of filled buckets.

Wagons full!

“Well, when can we meet him then?” the Donkey asked casually, watching the two pred furs each playing with floppy swords of severed Horse meat, each one three times the size of what they’d ever be able to grow between their own thighs.

“I'm only in town for a couple of days… but if I'm just sellin' for seven silvers a bucket, you don't need to spend as much time fretting about making your own money,” he teased with a gap-toothed smile, as Quin nodded his head in agreement.

Quin snickered, knowing that the local high sheriff was just as eager to meet the Donkey. “Well, you are kind of in luck… I was planning to visit him after I finished closing up,” the homely Canine admitted with a grin. In point of fact, Quin was very good friends with the older male. “Sheriff Pincmon… and yes, he really does want to be called Sheriff.”

The mutt looking Dog rolled his eyes with a smile. He liked Vargus, but the title really had gone to the older Felines head. “His real name is Vargus, but he likes it if folks use his title. He's pretty harmless really, all growl, no teeth.” Which was an old saying among predators, and was considered by many to be a really nasty insult.

“In my experience, that's kinda normal… you predators like to act all vicious. But I've nutted enough to know you guys are just like us herbivores,” Dun snorted with a grin, as Quin just smiled and looked a little embarrassed.

“We certainly have a lot of the same interests and reactions… Anyway, I figure we can drop by for a little visit with Vargus. Then after we’ve talked, we can grab a bite to eat… unless you got dinner plans somewhere else? Either way, Brea will be wanting you to stop in for a visit before you leave town. She sure enjoys yer visits,” Quin pointed out with a smile.

His son, Jack, looked utterly humiliated by his father, while the young Feline was grinning in amusement at his buddy Jack's obvious discomfort.

The Donkey nodded and smiled in satisfaction as he thought about Quin’s welcoming wife. “Hey, that sounds like a great idea. I sure had fun at your place last time I was in town,” he replied, giving Quin a knowing wink and deliberately ignoring his boy's discomfort. He can pout on his own time; the lad had been playing a game of his own with the Donkey.

“Would tomorrow work? I promised Arn and his wife I’d have dinner tonight at their place as I was coming into town,” he added with a wide grin, patting his rotund belly with both hands. “And even with this… I can only eat dinner once a night. Either way, pick out a set of these you like and call it my dinner contribution for tomorrow, and we can go see your Sheriff once we get done here.” Sheriff Vargus Pincmon… Dunlup filed the name away, eager to see what concessions and accommodations he could get out of the lucky predator officer.

“Haha, I think that might be best… Brea will want to whip up a special dinner for you, I'll bet.” And though he didn't say it, he knew Jack would want to be out of the house. Seeing his mother sucking one Donkey cock… had been more than enough for the Canine.

“And I'm sure Arn and his wife have been eagerly awaiting your return. She is a real pawful, I hear.” Quin noted, thinking about what he had heard from some of the guys Arn worked with.

A short time later, Quin had locked up and was leading Dun through the darkening streets. The Donkey had been expecting to end up in a public house, but Quin guided him to a very handsome three-story townhouse. It seemed that being the High Sheriff paid well.

Quin rang the bell and greeted the servant girl, who asked them inside and guided the pair through the plainly very well-appointed home. They found the hefty male in his personal library; the big white Tiger was richly dressed in a fine smoking jacket.

“Aha, Quin! My friend,” the Sheriff greeted with a toothy grin. Dunlup noticed at once that the Tiger’s teeth were not real. “And this… this must be your blacksmith friend.” Vargus thrust out his massive paw, the Donkey grasping it and quickly noting that it was very soft. “The one you tell all those stories about.”

Dunlup made sure to squeeze that paw only modestly, suspecting that the big predator was rather limp wristed. The Jackass had a pretty strong grip if needed, but there was no need to outdo a fur who surrounded themselves with serving girls and fine clothes.

“Yeah, that describes me,” he said with a soft chuckle, as he shook the Feline's paw while looking him over. “Dunlup, freelance blacksmith. If it involves iron or steel, I'm your Onager. Of course, I've also become pretty well-known for my personal services… shoeing, gelding, wife pleasing and so on. I'm pleased to make your acquaintance, Sheriff.”

Dunlup took a deep breath and gave himself a moment to sort out all the scents: tobacco, books and paper, carpet, paws and hooves. The air outside and inside was mixing together, along with the scents of himself, his host, and the serving girl… just curious if there were any other actors in this drama. “Quin tells me you need help properly managing your prison's inmates?” Dun noted with a knowing grin, as he watched the Feline's eyes sparkle.

“Just so.” Vargus agreed ,looking over at Quin, who had flopped down on the sofa like he owned it. It was plain the merchant was used to treating the place as though it were a second home almost.

“I have been authorized by the local lord, Count Morrow, to contract for you to…” The Tiger paused, looking for a pleasant way to say it, and then finding that there really wasn't one. “Well, it is felt that certain prisoners would be better behaved if you were to… remove their masculine organs.” The Tiger paused again, licking his lips, the corners of his mouth turning ever so slightly upward. As he inhaled deeply while there was a stirring in his trousers, the sitting Quin snickered at his friend.

“You don't have to be so delicate… I've told you all about Dun and what he loves to do,” the common Canine pointed out as he poured them all a drink from the decanter on the low table in front of the sofa. “Why don't you show him the contract, Sheriff… while I tell you about the absolute haul he brought into my shop?”

The old Tiger strolled over to his desk, hunting around until he found the agreement, as Quin just kept talking about the absolutely humongous Horse cocks and balls he now had in his cold room thanks to Dunlup. He even went so far as to ask the Donkey to tell them about some of the more… exciting moments of his collecting.

“So, the contract would be for regular visits. Once you take care of the glut we have right now… there shouldn't be that many at once for you to take later.” Vargus was explaining as he showed the Donkey the paperwork, looking into Dunlup's eyes for a long moment.

Dunlup had just finished telling about a particularly impressive Stallion, who hadn't known he was the one to be snipped until the last second. The bulge in Vargus's trousers said that he had very much enjoyed the story, even if he’d only been half listening.

"I will need to… to witness the service, of course. As part of my duties to my lord, you understand… if you're comfortable with that."

The Donkey looked over the contract, making sure there were no big surprises and the agreed fee was fair enough. “Oh, that's fine, Sheriff. I have colts hanging out at my smithy to watch the geldings all the time. Sometimes I get into it and make it a bit of a spectacle,” he admitted with a naughty smirk, giving the rotund Tiger a wink.

“It drums up business… but if I'm being honest, I just have a good time with it.” He flipped a page over, reading the other side slowly. “Plus, I'm sure you've got a history with some of these troublemaker' types. I bet that there are plenty that you personally want to see lose their pricks… their balls, or both," he added with a knowing smirk, the Feline nodding his head without even thinking about it.

“And as you're paying for the service, you can specify methods… tools… anything else you like.” Dunlup gave the smiling Sheriff a wink as he noted all of the tools he’d been using during his trip to the herds, watching the lump in the Sheriff’s trousers bounce as he did.

“If I could ask, though, since I'll be making special trips up here at your request, could you by chance provide me with comfortable lodging and meals for my stays. I don't need anything fancy; I'm fine with an inn or somebody's spare room. I'll leave the details up to you,” the Donkey suggested with a shrug, like he was more than willing to trust his judgment.

“Ahem, of course, that all sounds fine… I know you're a very popular fellow.” The old Tiger flashed Quin a tight grin, knowing about Dunlup spending the night in the Canines bed.

“However, if you need a place to… rest, then I have a number of fine guest rooms here. And if you are working on behalf of my town, then I’d be happy to let you use my house.” Vargus glared at Quin, who was snickering, making Dunlup glance back and forth between them.

“And I do want to keep what we take from the prisoners… But buy me a drink afterward, and I can share that too, if you like. Would you like that, Sheriff?” the Donkey asked with a leering smile. He was offering the Tiger a chance to not only watch prisoners have their manhood removed, but to handle and even consume it afterward. Just for… accommodating him.

“The Sheriff here's wife left some years ago, but that is kind of okay because he has other interests.” The smirking Dog explained, winking at the old Donkey as he pantomimed something thrusting into his mouth.

Vargus snarled at the Canine, who just smirked and took another gulp from his glass. “It's best to be plain about these things… I've told you this before, don't be so uptight.” It was rather obvious to the Donkey that Quin let the Tiger service him from time to time. Still, the common-born merchant wasn't impressed by his friend's title.

“Now, why don't we see if Dunlup will give us a little preview of his services… without his tools, so it'll be just instructional.”

That suggestion made the Tiger's eyes widen in surprise; he had been expecting a fairly stimulating talk. But this was a whiter shade of pale, still, the tangy Feline musky arousal quickly filled the air. The Jackass grinned, looking at the Tiger, who was looking embarrassed and yet excited.

“Would you like that, Sheriff… To play the convict in this little show?” The Tiger was looking more and more thrilled, even as Quin egged him on by jumping up and helping Vargus remove the smoking jacket and trousers.

Dunlup grinned ear to ear as Quin betrayed the Tiger's confidence, with his best interests in mind of course. These were ancillary services he'd be happy to provide, of course. Seeing the flustered sheriff start to get stripped really got his interest going at once. “Ohoh, I like how you think, Quin, and I like where this is going.” The homely Donkey laughed, and started peeling off his simple clothes as well.

“Well, if we're gonna do this, we may as well do it as close to proper as possible,” Dunlup mused aloud, in a way of explaining why he was taking off his own travel worn clothing.

“I usually just wear my leather apron at my forge, and nothing else; I certainly don't want to wear good clothes. Think of all the blood I'd get on 'em!” He chuckled, letting his rotund belly shake as he dropped his pants and let his thick cock and heavy balls tumble out of it.

“And to tell you the truth, I like letting the male on the block compare his cock to mine. Either they're getting cut by a better-hung stud, which is humiliating, or their dick is getting removed by a smaller one, which is just sad. And sometimes, if their girlfriend is watching, it gets even better,” the Donkey admitted with a wide grin and a lewd wink that told a story all on its own.

Once Quin had the portly Tiger's pants around his ankles and his paws held behind him, Dun strode calmly over, letting his broad, calloused hands caress the Sheriff's fuzzy belly fur. The Donkey nodded in appreciation as he slid his clean hands down, fondling and caressing the Feline's thick sheath and warm orbs. “So, Sheriff… What do you say? Is this cute convict going to lose his dick, or his balls… or both?”

The Feline's eyes darted around for a moment, but as Dunlup's fingers began to grope and fondle him, he let out a ragged breath, eyes slowly growing distant and glassy. “I…” Vargus's voice caught in his throat as his long, spiky Feline cock quickly began to spill out of his fuzzy sheath and into Dunlup's palm. “I think… I–He should lose both.” The Tiger corrected, mouth hanging open, gulping for breath as the Donkey pushed him up to the back of the sofa.

“Good choice… I really prefer taking the whole tackle off.” Dunlup chuckled as he rubbed and fondled those organs a little longer, even as his own long Equine cock rose up, smacking against the Tiger’s furry balls.

“Now the first thing I like to do is bend them over my anvil.” The Donkey smirked as he bent Vargus over the sofa back, even as he could feel the Feline's genitals tensing and throbbing. He rubbed his fat Equine cock between those hot, furry thighs playfully.

“And just think, you'd be right there watching it,” Quin pointed out with an amused smirk, as he stood in front of the bent-over Tiger.

“Ohoo gods yes!” Vargus moaned as he struggled weakly against the Donkey's tight grip, feeling intensely aroused as he pictured it all in his mind.

“Gotta admit I envy you that,” the Canine snickered, as he slipped a finger into the Feline's mouth and pulled his false teeth out, tossing them onto the table behind him.

In the blink of an eye, he began to rub his pointed Dog cock against those furry lips. Quin smirked as the Tiger eagerly engulfed his throbbing red rocket, mouth suckling on his drooling erection wildly.

“And… and then wha…” the toothless Tiger slurred, as he felt a rough calloused hand grip the neck of his scrotum, tugging back and down roughly. “UHU!” Vargus grunted as he felt something being wrapped around his sack neck, and drawn tight as he tried to look back, only for Quin to grip his head tightly, pulling his hot mouth back into place on that throbbing Canine bone. Dunlup chuckled lewdly as he watched the Tiger suckling.

“Eyes forward, prisoner!” Quin snapped, sharing a smirk with Dun over the Tiger’s back as the Dog humped that passive mouth with lustful delight. “Amm… Ammm fuck yeah. You love the taste of cock, huh… good thing you're about to become a neuter.” Quin teased with a breathless grunt, feeling Vargus's mouth grow even more excited at his words.

“Hehe,” the big Donkey snickered as his hefty belly brushed against the Tiger's upturned rump. He tugged firmly down at that leather loop, making those white fuzzy balls brushed and rolled against his thick Equine shaft. “Oh, I like to leave it a surprise for the prisoner, of course, but we tie a little leather nice and tight around everything that we're gonna cut off,” he explained in that slow drawl, looping another thin strip of leather around the base of the Tiger's prick, and again tugging it nice and tight.

“Then I usually let them struggle for a while. Some males will let you bend them over, but they really start to thrash when they realize their dick is on the line.” He grinned, reaching down and stroking the Tiger's tied prick, feeling it eagerly tense and jump.

Dunlup chuckled lewdly again, and then teased his own thick, long shaft against the Feline’s package. “Then I like to show them how I stack up against theirs. Maybe make a crack about how their wives or girls would like my shaft SO much more…" The Jack licked his lips while fondling the Tiger's balls, giving them a firm tug. “And if I have time, I might stuff their rumps. What do you think, Sheriff? Are we gonna have time to punish the prisoner that way?”

The Feline’s mouth was slurpeing softly on Quin's stiff Canine fucker, his eyes closed as he listened to the the blacksmith's gruff voice. Picturing everything that Dun was saying in his mind, his trapped dick dribbling precum as those rough digits teased it.

Vargus's hips bucked and thrust against the soft cloth of the sofa, even as he was startled by the question. Slowly he replayed it in his mind, knowing what the Donkey asked. Vargus had never had anything so large inside of him before; he hadn't even allowed Quin's canine cock up his rump.

“Amm… Mmmm, hmmm.” The fat Feline moaned, his voice sounding weak and pitiful, his long tail lashing around wildly as he felt those fingers squeeze his orbs roughly. Then he heard the Donkey chuckle at his consent, his whole body jumping as the blunt tip of that massive organ playfully bumped against his quivering pucker. As if to warn him of what he had volunteered for, the Sheriff's eyes went even wider as he reacted instinctively.

“RRRRRRA.” He growled without thinking, trying to sound mean and dangerous to warn that organ away. But that just made Dunlup and Quin both laugh out loud, even as the Tiger felt that hot Equine precum flood over his tight pink hole. As the broad tip of the Donkey's cock began to push and twist against that clenched rut hole., the Tiger growled and snarled louder, as his body bucked and struggled from both the pain and humiliation.

Dunlup grinned lustily, and licked his thick lips as he spit on the end of his mighty fucker. He didn’t need to spit much, as his pre-cum was starting to build up and would always be a much better lube. All the time, he worked his cock in slowly and carefully, that broad tip stretching the Tiger's pink pucker.

The Donkey knew his cock was a lot to take even for many hoofer girls, so he was careful to only give the Tiger as much as he could handle. But while he was doing that, he was giving those fuzzy white Tiger nuts both slow strokes tugs and firm squeezes, letting the Feline know that the Equine was in charge of his manhood now. “Sometimes I tell prisoners that I won't cut 'em until after I've had their ass; that sure does make 'em want to take this old dick. No matter how much they have to stretch… to get it inside of them.”

“Yyyyeeesss, it keeps you from cutting my cock and balls off a little longer.” The Feline whimpered and grunted breathlessly, as his loosening old hole was forced to swallow that Donkey cock. Dunlup felt him surrender and relax, allowing that fat cock tip entrance. It took a few long moments before he managed to get inside, but once he was past those gates that fat fucker slipped smoothly into the depths.

“Uhuuu… Ohooo, fuck!” Vargus whimpered around the throbbing Dog cock pumping in and out of his mouth, even as Quin chuckled knowingly, having been on the receiving end of that Equine fucker himself more than once in the past.

“Haha… bet that would have worked for you, huh?” The smirking Dog teased, feeling the way his Feline friend was eagerly suckling on his hard-on. “Can't say I'd be any different, anything to keep my cock and balls a little longer.” Quin shared a grin with Dun over the Tiger’s back, even as the old Donkey was getting into a good hard pounding rhythm. “Of course, some guys want to get to the cutting… that is the whole point. Haha!”

“That is true,” Dunlup grunted between pants of breath, his gray-furred body starting to froth up with Equine sweat. “Some males want to be cut before taking a dick… not that it really matters one way or the other.” He chuckled lewdly at the false pride that many males had about never being penetrated. “I'm more than happy either way… nuts or no nuts, their hot holes feel just as good on my cock.”

Quin and Dun shared a laugh at that; they both liked to rut and were willing to pound any just about any hole that they could get. “Now I have to confess… sometimes I like to start sawing things off while I'm still fuckin'em.” Dunlup chuckled as he playfully tugged on Vargus's male organs, rubbing his thumbnail against his male flesh.

“Uhuu Uummm.” The big Tiger was grunting and moaning as he shoved his wide striped ass back onto the Donkey's hard pounding cock. Quin burst out laughing as he listened to his old Feline friend, moaning and grunting wildly in delight.

“Haha, I think someone likes that idea, Dun.” The muttish Dog laughed, as his hips slapped his furry crotch against the Tiger’s muzzle savagely. Quin's feral lust was out of control, the Canine seeming just as excited by the things the Donkey was saying as Vargus.

“Haha, for sure.” Dunlup chuckled, as his own rough thrusts began to pick up speed, filling the air with loud 'Flap Flap Flap' as his heavy balls beat against the sheriff's. “Because you wouldn't believe how a guy's asshole tightens down, when you start… say, sawing his cock off!” The huffing Jackass gave those Feline organs a sharp jerk, making the big Tiger yowl as his trapped cock suddenly jerked, spurting his cum down the back of the sofa. “Ahahah yeah there it is… squeeze down on my cock, neuter!”

“Ohooo yeah. Ohooo, fuck yeah!” Quin moaned out breathlessly, thrusting balls into Vargus's throat as he came hard, flooding that throat with his watery Canid cum. “Cut those balls off… saw them off slowly.” The Dog moaned as he joined the Tiger in cumming, all while watching Dun hammer away harder and faster even as the Sheriff's anus milked and squeezed that fat cock. “And I'll sell them half-priced because they are so small.” The Canine merchant taunted his Feline friend, even as Vargus moaned and mewled on Quin’s spurting cock.

The old Equine's hefty body bucked and thrust savagely, even as he teasingly yanked that spurting Feline dick. “HeeHaw!” The Donkey threw his long head back, as he blew a thick gushing load deep into the high sheriffs bowels, who was laying there across the back of the sofa… moaning and gasping for breath.

His eyes were wide and glassy, while his pink and toothless mouth gaped open, drooling his friend's watery Canine cum. “Did you enjoy that?” Dunlup asked with a sneer, as he untied the cords around the Feline’s trapped male organs.

“Uhu Uhu Yes… Yes, thank you,” he moaned weakly, as his genitals began to ache, the blood flowing back into them, his whole crotch throbbing from the burning. The Tiger hung there, looking up at his Canine friend, as Quin's paw stroked the Feline's muzzle gently.

“Hahaha, I gotta say… if I get to do this every time I stop by… we got ourselves a deal.” Dunlup laughed softly, his pot belly laying on the Feline's striped rump while his throbbing fucker was still thick and full inside the sheriff's quivering asshole.

“Yes… Yes, absolutely, we have a deal,” Vargus blurted so eagerly it made Dun and Quin both explode in laughter, even as the Donkey slowly drew his long rut hose out of that trembling hole.

The Tiger let out a tiny whimper as he felt that long pulsing organ slowly slide out of him. He felt a strange sense of loss, as his well-fucked orifice gaped open, leaking thick yellowish Donkey spunk down his striped legs and onto his pants.

Dun smirked as he was used to hearing those moans of loss, from both males and females when he pulled out of them. “Well now I'm gonna be holding ya to that, Sheriff,” the Onager snickered, as he waddled around the sofa, moving up in front of the gasping Tiger. “Now be a good fella and suck me clean. I've got a sexy Ursine lady I need to mount a little later.”

Dun lined himself up and pushed his thick organ into that toothless predator’s mouth, the Sheriff eagerly licking and suckling on it, soft hot lips forming perfectly around that thick Equine organ, while Vargus's mouth worked up and down the length of that huge cock.

“Come on now, my friend,” Quin said softly, pulling Vargus's mouth away from that fat Equine organ at last. “That's enough for now. We wouldn't want to disappoint the lady and her loving husband.” The common Dog chuckled, as he smiled at Dun, who was getting dressed.

“Don't worry, Sheriff, you and I can have a bit more fun before I go home for dinner. I'll have my son Jack bring Dunlup's cart and clothing over here if he is going to be rooming in your house.” Quin assured his Feline friend, as the Donkey explained that he would be spending the night with his Bruin friends.

*****

Dunlup was enjoying his walk across the town; here in this predator run place he wasn't well known. So he was just another traveler blending with the crowds, flirting with the sexy pred females, drinking, joking and laughing with the pred males and no one thought anything of it. It took him back to a time when he wasn't so infamous in his own lands, where he could just enjoy the company of furs without them thinking about his motives. Not that those motives had changed any; it was just nice when they weren't the main thought.

Arn the Bear's house was a nice middle-class two story affair: it was only a short walk from the guard house and the bakery where the Bear's wife worked. It was a very nice place that Dunlup had enjoyed during his past visits with the Bear and his hefty Sow wife. The first time had been after he had spotted the guard at a pub, where the Donkey and Quin had been sharing a drink. Arn had gotten very intoxicated, and invited the older herbivore into his home to introduce Dun to his wife.

That had been a very awkward night, as Arn had drunkenly encouraged Treanna to have fun with him. Something Dun had not been against at all, but Treanna had been reluctant because their children were in the house.

So Dun had to be very careful to keep the noise down, while Arn had leaned his bulk against the bedroom door, just in case the children had heard the noise and came to investigate what was going on. Luckily, the lads had slept right through, and Dun had been able to give Treanna a good hard fucking. While Arn had drunkenly watched and jerked off, it was then Dun learned that every time the Bear got drunk ,he liked to be cuckolded.

Meanwhile, Treanna had a couple of kinks of her own… like using a strap-on dildo on her husband and making the big mean guard serve other males. All those things were just fine with Dunlup; he had enjoyed his visits with the Ursine couple. But after that first night, they had always made sure that the boys were out of the house during his visits.

Dunlup strolled up to the red-painted door, knocking solidly with his old spark scarred fist. A few moments later, the door swung open; Arn was standing there in only a tight pair of rawhide leather underwear, a half empty bottle of liquor in one paw, as he stood there swaying slightly, looking out the door bleary eyed.

“There he is…” the big Bear bellowed, making everyone on the street look at them, even as Dunlup chuckled softly, feeling the eyes on them.

“Oi buddy… liking that Equine whiskey, huh?” Dunlup snickered as he pushed up against the hefty Bear's body, fondling those tight, bulging underwear.

'Hick!' “Yeah, you Equines have the best stuff… even my wife agrees with that.” Arn moaned softly as that big, hot hand groped the drunken Ursine's genitals, as Dunlup pushed him back inside and closed the door behind them.

“I'm so glad ya came over.” Arn laughed lewdly, as he let the Donkey fondle his sheath and hefty balls. The drunken Bruin was soon leaning against Dun, his huge paw reaching over to grope the Donkey’s package. “Fuck, this thing amazes me every time… it sure does make my Trea squeal.” Arn and Dun shared a lewd laugh together; it was certainly true Treanna rather loudly moaned and grunted whenever Dun laid the pipe to her. “You Equines are so lucky.” The heavyset Bear grunted as he guided the Donkey into his living room, taking another long pull off that bottle as he did. “Mmmm… damn, I love this stuff.”

“Oh, I know… I'm a very lucky fella.” Dunlup assured his big Bear buddy, even as the two of them moved into the living room. “Yeah, you should take it easy with that stuff… on an empty stomach.” The Jack snorted, even as he played with Arn's shaggy Ursine sack and bulging sheath. The big reddish-brown Bear leaned back on the sofa, his thick red Ursine cock dangled out as Dun's rough hand stroked it slowly.

“Are you boys starting without me?” Treanna called from the doorway to the dining room, grinning fondly at the males playing with each other on the sofa. Her husband was already looking more than a bit intoxicated, as he let the grass-eater tug and lick on his fat erection.

“Just a little warm-up Trea…” Dunlup assured with that thick Bear cock between his soft thick Equine lips, his eyes devoured Arn with lustful intent. Treanna loved that the horny Equine stud wasn't afraid of sexually servicing another male, something her husband only had the courage to do when he was intoxicated.

“Hehe, alright… have fun, you two.” The sexy Bear Sow called out, as she watched Dun sit up and kiss Arn on the mouth. “Dinner will be ready in about fifteen minutes.” She assured them, even as Arn was busy taking the Donkey's trousers off to play with that huge rut stick. She watched in amusement as her husband rubbed their male organs together, comparing their sizes while openly grunting praises about the size of that huge Donkey fucker.

“Ohooo, fuck, this thing always impresses me…” Arn groaned, as he rubbed his good-sized Bear cock against the mighty monster of a cock. Even as Dunlup's work-roughened fingers toyed with his furry ballsack, the older male plainly enjoyed the guard’s praising words.

“I know ya like that.” Dun snickered as the two of them explored and caressed each other's hefty male bodies eagerly. “But not as much as Treanna likes it… she's been thinking of going Donkey cock only, ya know.” The homely male teased, loving the eager admiration both husband and wife showed for his stud services, playfully comparing the size of their testicles, rubbing the sensitive skin gently as Arn thrust his cock against Dunlup's.

“Haha…” Arn laughed, sounding both nervous and aroused at the same time, his fat Ursine erection tensing and drooling pre-cum at the Equine’s words.

“Are you tryin' ta steal my wife, buddy?” Arn asked with a drunken smirk, as he watched the Donkey playfully suckle on his throbbing cock. The drunken Bruin lay back, letting the Jackass work him up… as Dun winked at Arn from down between his furry thighs.

“It's all freely given, buddy… just saying Treanna is getting used to getting the good stuff.” Dunlup teased gently, as the male Bear gripped the ridge of his Equine neck, roughly pulling his mouth down onto that pulsing fucker. “She's been talking about going Donkey cock only.” He grunted as his round Equine nose got buried in Arn's pubic fur, the big Ursine grunting and moaning in delight. “So it's more about what she wants than anything.” Dunlup pointed out with a snort, as his mouth slid back down that throbbing Bear cock.

“Uhu Uhu Ohooooo, of course she does… who wouldn't.” Arn moaned, thrusting his hips up to pound his crotch against the Donkey’s wide Equine muzzle eagerly. “And I'm happy to see her getting sooooo much pleasure. every time I watch you fuck her, it makes me so happy… and excited.” The smiling Bear admitted, as he got closer and closer to feeding the Donkey his hot seed. “Ahah damn… Ahaha yeah… take it all down that long Equine throat.” Arn grunted and huffed breathlessly, plainly enjoying the pleasure the older Equine was giving him. “And I… I… I… want her to have everything she desires.” The grizzled old guard moaned, making Dunlup smile as he pumped his mouth up and down that length.

“Yer a fine husband. Treanna is lucky to have ya, buddy.” Dunlup mumbled around that thick Ursine meat, as he watched Arn lay back and finish off that bottle of liquor he had gifted.

“Uhu fuk… Uhu damn… Uhu Uhu Ohooooo yeah… suck it.” Arn growled, gripping the male's long narrow head, as he blew his load straight down Dunlup's throat. “GRRRRAAA… Yeah!” The big Bear roared in delight as his fat balls pulled up, the Donkey’s hands caressing and weighing them prospectively. Arn's pulsing erection unloaded, spurt after hot spurt of Bear cream straight down the other male's throat.

“That's it, buddy… let it all out. I want all of your load… give it to me.” The Jackass grunted, his voice a gravelly rumble against that throbbing Bruin fucker. That work-roughened three fingered Equine hand reached up to fondle those balls, rolling them between his fingers.

“Ammm… Mmmm.” he moaned as he milked the last few spurts onto his tongue, even as Arn collapsed passively, panting and moaning softly. His paw with the now empty liquor bottle flopped over the edge of the sofa, as Arn lay there moaning and shivering in post orgasmic bliss. “Mmmm… fuck, that was soooo good. Thank you, buddy,” the intoxicated Bear babbled breathlessly, as the smirking Donkey lifted his long narrow head.

“Nawww, thank you, buddy, for sharin' Treanna with me,” Dun snickered, knowing that Arn was always talking the younger guard into sharing themselves or their females with the old blacksmith. Resulting in Dunlup snipping the balls off a dozen or more Wolves or Canids, twice as many Felines, and a couple of Bruins. The Donkey sat there fondling Arn's hefty nuts for a long moment, neither of them saying a word even as they shared a look.

“Treanna's been hinting a bit lately… ya know.” Arn huffed slowly, as he watched those rough fingers toying with his big potent balls, Dun smiling softly. The Donkey's eyes were filled with fondness and a hint of mischief, as he gently squeezed those furry cum sack.

“Oh really now… and what has our lovely Sow been hintin' about exactly? Hehehe, she's not trying to trade ya in for a younger model, is she?” Dun teased gently, as his hand gave those big Bear balls a gentle pat before sliding up to rub his softening cock. The Jackass chuckled at his own joke, as Arn huffed and blushed slightly under his thick fur.

The grizzled Bear guard looked away for a moment, a hint of nervousness in his voice as he spoke. “Naw, nothin' like that. It's just, well… she's been wanting to retire me from breedin'.” The Bear trailed off, a hint of embarrassment in his voice as he glanced at the old Equine. “She's been hinting that maybe I should ask you about, maybe… neutering me so that you could take over rutting her.”

Dun's ears twitched in surprise at Arn's confession, the Donkey's tail swishing thoughtfully as he processed this information. A low, rumbling chuckle emanated from deep within his barrel chest. “Well, well… seems our little sow is quite the ambitious one, eh? Trading up from a grizzled old Bear to a virile even older Jackass." His tone was teasing, but there was an undercurrent of consideration beneath the jest.

Arn shifted uncomfortably, his massive paws shuffling as he averted Dun’s gaze. “Aye, that's about the size of it, I reckon. She's always been a mite fussy, in her tastes.” The Bear's ears drooped slightly, a mix of embarrassment and resignation on his furry mug. “Reckon I'm gettin' a bit long in the tooth for all that breedin' business anyway.”

Dun reached out, giving Arn's muscular shoulder a reassuring pat. The Donkey's mind was already whirring with possibilities… Perhaps he could convince the sow to give Arn one last hurrah before retirement?

“Reckon you would have to do it while I'm plenty drunk… otherwise I don't think I'd agree to it.” Arn rumbled with a giggle, as he was plenty drunk already; otherwise, they would never be talking about this to begin with. Dun's eyes twinkled with mirth as he regarded the inebriated Bear; they both knew the Jackass Smith was happy to castrate any male.

“Plenty drunk, eh? Well now, that does sound like a fine plan!” Dunlup gave Arn's shoulder another hearty smack, before reaching for the bottle of old whiskey that he had in his pack. “Here's to retirement and new horizons!” The Donkey toasted with a wink as he popped the cork off the bottle, while pressing it into the Bear's massive paws. A mischievous grin spread across his homely Equine muzzle, as he watched Arn guzzle the liquor down eagerly.

Arn chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that seemed to emanate from the very depths of his furry chest. “Aye, I'll drink to that.” He took the bottle from Dun, tilting his head back for a deep swig. The potent liquor burned pleasantly as it slid down the Bear's throat, and he let out a satisfied belch. “Mm, that does hit the spot. You think you can talk Trea 'round to givin' me one last go at it?” Arn's tone was hopeful, a hint of the younger, virile Bear he'd once been shining through his drunken haze.

Dun grinned, a sly glint in his eye as he watched Arn knock back a healthy swig of whiskey. The jackass had to admit, he felt a certain thrill at the idea of taking over breeding duties for the grizzled Bear. It wasn't just that Dun enjoyed the physical act itself… rutting was rutting, after all, but there was something satisfying about taking another male's mate(s).

“Aye, I reckon I can be mighty persuasive when I set my mind to it,” Dun drawled, his voice a low, seductive rumble as he considered the sexy female.

He reached out, plucking the whiskey bottle from Arn's paws and took a sip himself. “Trea's always been a sucker for a silver tongue and a firm hand. Or a big firm cock anyway.” Dun chuckled lewdly, his tail swishing with a mix of mischief and lust.

The Donkey's eyes roamed appreciatively over Arn's hulking form, taking in the way his muscles rippled beneath his shaggy fur, the way his barrel chest heaved with each ragged breath. Dun's own cock twitched in interest, a fresh bead of pre-cum forming on the tip.

“You stay here and finish that bottle… while I go have a talk with Trea,” Dunlup snorted, climbing to his hooves and removing the last of his clothing as he went looking for his Bear buddies sexy wife… That huge Donkey cock led the way as his portly body swayed from side to side as he waddled off into the kitchen.

Dun's Equine cock swayed heavily between his legs as he waddled into the kitchen, where Trea was preparing dinner. She glanced up, her green eyes widening as she took in the sight of the portly Donkey, his impressive manhood proudly displayed.

To Be Continued

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GRAHAM NOLEN