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“What the… Wait, didn’t I turn off the hoses before I left?”

As soon as he turned the corner in his SUV, he nearly slammed on his brakes when he noticed the thick streams of water rushing down the middle of the street. It wasn’t anything too severe, as those rivulets safely deposited into the ditch across from the station’s open garage doors. However, considering how he already oversaw the fire-engines being washed at dawn, he had no idea why water was still pouring out now. Fortunately, since there was nobody else on the street, he was able to breathe out and safely pull into the station’s main entrance.

“Huh…” Even with the sunroof open so his horns wouldn’t get in the way, he had to make sure not to tilt his head too strongly in confusion. The fire station’s main doors were wide-open, revealing that the three engines parked inside were still freshly-cleaned and merely dry after sitting all morning. However, there were still streams of water coming out from the back of the station, flowing across the garage floor in a couple of steady rivulets that didn’t touch any of the equipment. It was still enough to make the elk groan with his eyes half-lidded, not looking too amused by the water waste. “Aww, jeeze… They better have not set up another damn slip-and-slide.”

After parking inside the garage, he exited from his ride with a well-practiced dip of his head. His long antlers didn’t touch any of the SUV’s interior, and he was able to keep his glasses atop his muzzle without any slippage. Even though he needed to talk with somebody about that water-leak, he was secretly grateful to find the garage temporarily empty when he pulled in. He took a moment to toss a wadded-up tissue into an open trashbin, and he also zipped his pants after tucking his Captain’s shirt back into his waistband. “Mmmph, dammit…”

Even after his second “coffee run” to try and alleviate his stress, all he really did was leave his lungs and right-arm aching more than usual. He knew he had to cut down on his smoking and phone-usage, but that sort of diligence was easier said than done while dealing with things like alimony and family estrangement. Not to mention, he was currently doing the best he could with the cards he was dealt, and was grateful to have some sort of roof over his head while dealing with his Ex’s legal dramas. Still, he had to make a mental note to buy more energy drinks when he pumped some paw-santizer that was conveniently by the entrance-doors.

His ears perked up when he heard the TV inside, which was most likely blasting commentary from some sports-channel that was the house’s most popular program. Usually around this time of day, if there wasn’t some major emergency unfolding in the region, the station would have around a dozen guys on standby while the rest of their volunteers were elsewhere. However, just as he was about to step inside and ask one of the guys why there’s water running out back, his leg froze in midair when he was about to pass the doorway; off in the distance behind him, he heard a familiar-sounding voice yelling out defiantly:

“Oh, yeah?! Well, at least I take the time to BLEACH my tailhole!”

Since the door was wide-open, and that particular voice from the backyard came out quite audibly, all the Captain could do was stop and sigh with a paw over his face. Inside the station, he heard a cacophony of laughter erupting from the main room from all the guys who overheard that exclamation. Not wanting to deal with that bullshit, the elk just dragged his paw down his face and turned himself around. As he stormed across the garage towards the open back, he muttered under his breath, “Goddamit, Leonard! We talked about this two days ago…”

As soon as he rounded the corner to the enclosed back of the station, the elk took a deep breath so he could speak out sternly. “LEONARD! What did I tell you abou--HEY!! WHAT THE?!”

Usually, the back of the fire station was left wide-open so that practice regimens could be set up quickly and with ease. But for some reason, one of the building’s defunct, nearly antique fire-trucks was pushed out by a winch from the garage to be sitting between the burn-building and maintenance-shed. The station’s water-pressure machine was sitting out beside the half-finished engine, answering the Captain’s question of where all that water was coming from; however, the machine was currently turned off, and a simple garden-hose was providing the rest of the water-flow from one of the four volunteers present.

“... What in the sam-hill?” The elk stood with his paws on his hips, looking incredulous as he blinked his eyes repeatedly. Meanwhile, the four guys he just walked in on were all standing wide-eyed like a group of alley-cats caught in a bag of fish.

“Ummmm… H-Hey, Eric…” The one holding the hose, a bulky-looking, light-brown water buffalo with a pair of thick horns protruding from his head, was blushing hard while shooting the Captain a forced smile. He tried giving a friendly wave with his free paw, but that didn’t make him look any less guilty when he was wearing nothing but a fire-helmet, a white tanktop, and a white jockstrap that were all dripping wet. Even though he and the stallion beside him were “fully-clothed,” the two still looked like they’ve been had.

The ashy-gray horse standing beside the buffalo, towering over him by a few inches, was looking even more embarrassed underneath his tilted-down helmet. He wasn’t wearing a shirt like his friend, but he was “adequately” covered with a bulky pair of fire-issue uniform pants hoisted over his lower-half, the suspenders hugging his bare shoulders with ease. Even though the white stripe down the bridge of his muzzle contrasted greatly with his charcoal fur, the blush across his face was glowing over everything like neon. He was holding an expensive-looking camera in his paws, which was clearly meant for the two guys currently on top of the fire-truck.

“Hmmmmm…” The Captain’s eyes darted between the stallion and water buffalo, and he addressed both of them respectively. “Kurt? Paul? May I ask whose idea this was?”

The two immediately pointed up at the guys behind them, their wide-eyed faces not pointed away from their Captain. That was when Eric sighed with his expression flattening, turning his focus up at the tiger and dalmatian currently standing over everyone. Unfortunately, since neither of them had as much clothing as the guys below, the two had to use their helmets to cover their crotches while standing wet and flustered.

“Uhhhhh… H-Hey, Captain!” The tiger was blushing hard and forcing a wide smile to hide his fearful look. Even while standing so high over everyone, he was able to notice the elk’s scowl from down below. He ended up wincing a little when he asked, “Uhhhh… Y-You didn’t hear anything just now, did you?”

The dalmatian beside him, who was standing with a twinkish build and a roll of his eyes, breathed out with a more relieved-looking smile when he saw it was just Eric. He pulled both of his paws away, resting them on the sides of his hips; however, his helmet was still firmly in place against his crotch, clearly hanging on something rigid enough to hoist its weight. The tiger huffed and looked away with a visible pout, which only intensified when he heard his Captain responding to his question down below.

“Oh, you mean about your bleached tailhole, Leonard? Yeah, I think all the straights heard that inside.” Eric didn’t look too pleased while crossing his arms over his chest, sighing and shaking his head. “For crying out loud, are you trying to get us another visit from higher-up? It was bad enough when the Fire Commissioner’s wife overheard your ‘Rimjob’ Joke!”

“HEY!” The tiger quickly snapped back with one paw still holding his helmet over his groin, while his other pointed a digit at the Captain. “She LAUGHED at that joke!”

“Uhhh, if you don’t mind, Captain?” Much to Leonard’s surprise, the dalmatian raised a paw to grab Eric’s attention. Even though he was trying not to cringe, he made sure to breathe out and state clearly, “If it means anything, I should clarify that this was my idea, okay? I just convinced Lenny here to go with it for extra appeal.”

The tiger looked back at him with his brows raised, but smiled graciously at the canine’s honest deflection. The Captain just sighed with his expression unchanged, but he tilted his head and asked, “So, may I ask what the hell you guys are doing out here with a half-washed fire-engine if the pressure-washer is turned off?”

“Okay, so it’s like this…” Kurt, the stallion still holding the camera, made sure to turn off the device before putting it aside away from Paul’s water-hose. When he turned to face his Captain, he held out both paws while speaking on the dalmatian’s behalf. “The other day, Leonard and Delta were talking about shooting videos around the station, and I had to tell them that they’d get in trouble for doing that and getting caught. Then that became a whole debate about what’s okay and what’s not, and they eventually realized that they could take pictures if it was for a calendar shoot.”

“Wait, a calendar shoot?” The elk reeled his head back for a moment in confusion. “Since when did we do calendars? I thought that was the station uptown.”

“Yeah, but that’s more for straight women!” Still standing in the buff with his helmet in his paw, Delta spoke up with his other paw resting on his hip. “I want to do a firemen-themed calendar for the gays exclusively! The uptown station might have a lot of hot guys, but they’re all friggin’ prudes.”

“Hmph~” Leonard huffed with a cocky smirk, side-eying the dalmatian when he said, “He’s just saying that because he couldn’t get with any of them.”

“Oh my god, sucking ONE of them off during a barbecue function doesn’t count!” Delta rolled his eyes and stared back at the tiger bitterly. “He was practically married to his vape-pen that whole day, I’d be shocked if he even knew you were a feline.”

“Oh trust me, he felt it~” Leonard made sure to flick his tongue, flaunting his uniquely barbed tastebuds to emphasize the context of that particular line. It was enough to make Delta scoff and look away, not wanting to get too worked-up by his banter again. While the dalmatian’s muzzle was shut, Leonard made sure to add, “And for your information, HE came onto ME. And then inside of me~”

“LEONARD!” Eric shouted out loudly enough to make the tiger tense up with a worrisome wince. “I already told you to watch how you talk! You’re still a Probie, remember?”

“Well, you specifically asked me to watch how I talked around the straight guys in the station…” Leonard took a second to look around, but was quick to point out, “but right now, it’s just us five.”

Upon realizing that it really was just the five of them out behind the stallion, the Captain closed his eyes with a long sigh through his nostrils. Even though the station as a whole had nearly thirty volunteers on staff, Eric and the four guys before him coincidentally made up all of the non-hetero members of the group. Fortunately, the Captain’s leadership skills and competency were more than enough to keep the tides turned in their favor, with nearly all of the volunteers being totally fine with their LGBT members. Still, despite that convenient detail, the elk kept a stern look up at the tiger after reopening his eyes. “Well, could you guys at least finish cleaning up the fire-truck before posing for pictures?”

“But the sun is directly over us right now!” Both Delta and Leonard pointed upward, as if Eric couldn’t notice the midday sun himself. Delta whined, “The lighting is perfect for some natural shots, and we already got this side of the truck cleaned to get all the angles we’d need!”

Eric just stared back at Kurt and Paul, who were still standing with awkward blushes when he asked, “Is he serious right now?”

“Well, I mean…” Kurt shrugged his head while trying not to look too sheepish, and he motioned over to his camera to say, “I already got a lot of great shots from the ground-level, but we were wanting to get some with the two on top of the truck? And if we waited until later, the sun might get in the way in the background and make a bad glare.”

Eric just tightened his scowl, and pointed back at his face without breaking eye-contact. “You’re really gonna say that in front of THIS glare?”

“Hey, we’re gonna finish cleaning the truck!” Paul held up his hose when he made that sincere claim. “We just wanted to get some shots for April first. You know, the whole ‘April Showers’ thing?”

“Aaaahhhhh…” He was still unamused, but Eric couldn’t help rolling his eyes while nodding in understanding. “I see, so you guys are just using this truck for all the different shots?”

“Well, we were gonna try different locations too, but this truck was perfect for a few poses~” Leonard was still standing nude when he posed beside the truck’s ladder-rack, which was partially lifted so the pressure-washer was able to get underneath and leave the diamond-plating properly cleaned. Since it was just the Captain, he felt comfortable removing his helmet from his crotch and placing it back atop his head. “Oh! Speaking of which,” he asked while pointing towards the station, turning his body enough for his boner to swing between his hips. “Could we borrow that vintage hook-ladder hanging in the main room? We had a really good idea involving that and some boot-play~”

“Ugh! Jeeze, guys…” The Captain needed a moment to process everything, and he pinched the bridge of his snout while trying to keep his glasses from fogging up. When he finally breathed out smoothly enough to face the four, he turned his attention up to Delta to ask, “Okay, first of all, what makes you think that YOU have the right to approve of something like this? Even if I were to agree to a firehouse calendar shoot, it has to be for an actual reason!”

“Already ahead of you!” Delta and Leonard smiled wide, with the dalmatian looking mighty confident when he proclaimed, “All proceeds for the calendar sales will go to the LGBT Youth Shelter that opened up Downtown.”

The two fist-bumped without even looking at each other, keeping their cocky grins pointed right at their Captain to see his face. To their credit, that answer was good enough to make the elk pause and eventually shrug his head. “Hmmmm… Okay, that’s actually not bad. But you still should’ve consulted me about this before pulling out the damn truck and getting naked on top of it in the middle of the day!”

Even though that wasn’t the worst reason for the Captain to act all snippy, the dalmatian and tiger had to look at each other while thinking of an adequate response. Delta was the one to glance back at him first, and he gave an apologetic shug. “Uh, heh heh heh… Well, I mean… If I tried asking you, you’d probably say no.”

That just made Eric roll his eyes with an even stronger groan. But before he could scold Delta, the canine quickly added, “And just for the record, I already finished all the meal-prep for today, and Lenny here completed ALL of his chores too. Kurt and Paul can verify that, we’re not just goofing off or anything.”

That got the elk’s brows to raise in surprise, and he glanced back at the stallion and water buffalo to see them both nodding their heads. Even though he didn’t want to just excuse this kind of behavior while so many Probies are walking around the station, he also knew deep-down that he couldn’t reprimand any of them too badly for wanting to do something for charity. Not to mention, his personal relationship with Delta behind closed doors was more than enough to keep the dalmatian hopping around the station like a bootie-shorted tease; though to the canine’s credit, he was equally as helpful around the station as one of their head chefs, which kept his reputation nearly as high as his boyfriend Kurt’s.

“Hmmmm…” Eric eventually looked back up at Delta and Leonard, and decided to ask, “So, is it just you two doing the whole calendar? Because I’m pretty sure they get different guys for each month.”

“Don’t worry, I double it’s gonna be our faces that get the most attention~” Delta shot his Captain a sly wink, and gave a well-practiced thrust of his hips while his helmet was still hanging off his erection. The headpiece spun up and down his member like a toy, eventually zipping off and hurling upward over the canine’s head. He still had to actually grab it with his paws, but he got it on his head effortlessly enough to make Kurt and Paul clap down below. Meanwhile, Delta motioned down to them and added, “If anything, we were thinking of having more than just poses to set us apart from those uptown guys…”

Eric blinked a couple times, and narrowed his eyes on the two smirking down at him. After a moment of thought, his brows rose with realization before he asked, “Waaaiiiiiiiiit a second… Are you two talking about actual porn?”

“Well, nothing explicit!” clarified Kurt, albeit with an unconvincing shrug that made Paul scoff and roll his eyes. “I mean… We weren’t gonna have penetration or anything, but maybe some soft-core stuff?”

The Captain stared back at Kurt with his arms crossed, his scowl tight and apparent. “Oh, really now? What kind of ‘Soft-Core’ were you guys thinking is appropriate for people to hang up in their homes?”

“No visible erections or penetration. Basically Cinemax level stuff here.” Delta spoke up with the specifics, looking back at Leonard to verify, “I was meaning like, us making out and getting in hot poses. Lots of implied smut, but nothing too graphic.”

“Well, that still may be a bit racy for a lot of potential buyers, guys…” Even though he meant that as a genuine critique, his muzzle skewed briefly while thinking it over. “Hmmmm… Though I could see that appealing to gays more than just horny women.”

“HA! See?!” Delta had both paws out while grinning wide at Eric, expecting a more enthusiastic response. “I even got a few local businesses to agree to post up the calendars when it’s printed out! The adult book store AND both of the gay night-clubs gave the thumbs-up.”

“Ooh!” Paul’s brows rose while looking the Captain up and down, and he decided to ask, “Did you want to be involved? We were considering asking you to be part of the December shoot.”

That mention just made Eric narrow his eyes on the water buffalo with a flat, unamused stare. “If that’s a Rudolph reference, I should remind you of what happened at that Christmas party last year?”

“Don’t worry, we weren’t gonna paint your nose red again.” Leonard gave a flick of his wrist, and tried to dismiss the Captain’s worries. “I found a paint that won’t trigger any allergic reactions, and we were thinking of painting your--”

“You don’t need to do anything you don’t want to, Captain…” Delta was quick to cover the tiger’s muzzle with a paw to interrupt him, and he spoke up to give that assurance to Eric down below. “It’s all just for fun and charity, alright? We already got most of the months shot, and we were just getting April and the last three of the year.”

“Hmmmm…” Eric glanced back at the station’s rear entrance behind them, but it seemed like all of the other volunteers were still inside watching TV. It was fortunate that Delta and Leonard’s antics weren’t too distracting for all the cis-het crew-members, but he knew there’d likely be some complaints if they were doing these shots inside the building. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his snout, not wanting to think what these guys were doing for the other eight pictures before he showed up. When he looked back up at the nude twinks atop the truck, he asked, “Just to be clear, you haven’t bothered any of the other guys doing this?”

All four of them were happy to reply with sincere “Nopes” and shakes of their heads. Kurt even pointed out, “I actually warned the guys that we’d be doing photos, and they didn’t ask many questions as soon as I mentioned the words ‘Gay’ and ‘Clothing-Optional.’”

“Well, as long as the Commissioner doesn’t get on my ass…” Eric didn’t want to think about HR popping up at the station again, but he was well-aware that Delta and Leonard were already becoming known by full-names by several department heads. Whether it be for their numerous ‘wardrobe malfunctions’ around the station, or their blatantly inappropriate behavior with their boyfriends during shift-duties, the two were definitely pushing limits when it came to keeping their jobs. But at the same time, the two were nothing short of efficient to their actual tasks around the station, and were definitely able to stay on the Captain’s ‘Good-Side’ through various means. Even though Eric wished the two would show as much restraint as their boyfriends during work hours, the last thing he was going to do was try to ask either of them to “tone it down” and risk getting an earful.

“Well, could you at least keep lookout while we finish up?” Leonard asked that with an innocent-looking shrug, as well as an intentionally exaggerated pout. “I meeeeeaaannnnn… You could make sure we don’t get too crazy~”

Eric sighed with a flatter stare up at the tiger, recognizing that tone from multiple instances of debauchery he and his boyfriend committed around the station. Even though their antics weren’t as crazy as some of the things Delta and Kurt had done (or even Delta and Eric in some choice instances), Leonard’s inability to shut his mouth has gotten the couple caught far more than anybody else. And since he literally caught the group because of Leonard’s hole-bleaching outburst, Eric rolled his eyes and tried to ask, “Well, could you at LEAST try not to shout out about your private parts outside? That shouldn’t be something I need to actually ask out-loud!”

“Alright, alright…” Leonard rolled his eyes with a gesture of his head that resembled a half-nod, half-shrug that would’ve made several senior crew members burst a blood-vessel. But fortunately for the Captain's stress-levels, the tiger made sure to add genuinely, “I apologize for that outburst, Captain Eric. It won’t happen again.”

“Yeah, because you need to have your muzzle open to talk~” With that, Delta decided to take over and get the shoot back on track. Before Leonard could say anything else, he was yanked in hard enough to make him yelp out in surprise. The dalmatian got both of their helmets back on their heads, and whistled down to the stallion on the ground. “Hey Kurt! Get the camera for this…”

Eric sighed with a flat stare, but he kept his muzzle shut while staring up at the two naked twinks who were beginning to make out on top of the firetruck. Delta lunged in without much warning, catching Leonard off-guard when their lips connected for a deep and open-muzzled kiss. However, the tiger’s eyes eventually rolled back with a deep, titillated hum that came out around Delta’s mouth. The two were already rock-hard, so there wasn’t much need to hold back after the kissing started. By the time Kurt finally picked up his camera, with Paul going over to get the garden-hose for backup, Leonard was already wrapping his arms around the canine’s back so he could reciprocate the impromptu makeout session. “Hmmmmm…”

The dalmatian and tiger had such unique sets of fur-patterns between them, all that was needed was a light mist from Paul’s hose to help accentuate the shot for Kurt’s camera. Captain Eric reluctantly watched with his arms crossed over his chest, making sure to glance behind them to make sure nobody was peeking through the windows or exit doors. Fortunately, the back-lot was conveniently empty while Delta and Leonard got more into their heated shenanigans.

“Mmmmm…” Even though the two were each in committed relationships with other members of the fire-station, Leonard and Delta were open-minded enough to accept each other’s embrace without any jealousy or self-doubts. Paul and Kurt were watching the two from down below, both of them smiling contentfully while the latter began taking pictures. It may have not been anything too X-Rated, but two naked guys lewdly kissing was still enough to make the Captain’s muzzle skew with a worrisome dart of his eyes.

“So, uhhhh… How long do you think these shots are gonna take?” Eric tried to ask that casually, but he made sure to wait until hearing Kurt’s camera clicking over a half a dozen times. It didn’t seem like either of the naked guys on the truck were paying much attention, as their tongue-heavy kissing was intensifying with both of them moaning muffledly. Between their bare forms, their fur heavily matted while water continued to drip down their slender bodies, both of their cocks were standing rigid with the shafts smearing against one another blindly. The appendages were smacking around with fruitless abandon, both of their cockheads throbbing with visible sheens of precum that was oozing from the tips. Kurt was able to get a good view of the penises together with a proper closeup, which Eric was able to see when he glanced in from behind the stallion’s back. The elk shrugged his head with an impressed look, but was the first to point out, “Ehhhh, that might not be able to fly at most printing places in town.”

“Yeah, I know…” Kurt shot his Captain a cheeky smirk, and winked before adding, “Nothing wrong with getting a few good shots for our personal collections as well~”

Paul went in from a different angle, intentionally getting out of Leonard’s line of vision before directing his hose more mischievously. With a sudden concentrated blast, the water buffalo shot out a hard stream that got right up under the tiger’s tail. The water actually hit Leonard’s tailhole, causing him to yelp and reel his head back with a strong spasm. Delta giggled with a paw over his mouth, while the tiger turned around and glared down at his mate. “H-Hey! What’s the big idea?!”

“What? I thought I saw a spot~” Paul shot him a cheeky grin of his own, but also made sure to emphasize to Delta, “Not meaning you, obviously.”

The dalmatian just huffed with a flat stare back at him. “Hardy har har.”

“Well, this should cover one of the months, at least…” Kurt took a moment to inspect the pictures he took, with his camera sporting a digital screen on the back to easily scan through everything in seconds. To the stallion’s credit, he definitely got a decent number of shots of Delta and Leonard making out in various focuses. Most of the pictures had the two together full-bodied, but Kurt made sure to get some steamy closeups of their faces mid-kissing, as well as of their frotted cocks. While he glossed through the shots, he looked back at the Captain standing behind him and asked, “Whad’ya think? That look good as it is, or should we keep going and--Oh, nevermind…”

Before he could finish his question, Kurt sighed and rolled his eyes when he heard another heated groan from the guys on top of the truck. Delta and Leonard weren’t expected to keep their composures in check for too long, especially after getting a good taste of each other while they’re already in the buff. This time it was Leonard who resumed the kissing, yanking in the dalmatian and reaching back to firmly grab the base of his tail. As soon as their bodies were locked back together with their muzzles intertwined, the tiger’s paw remained tightly grasped against that perky spotted ass while the digits went to work between those cheeks…

“Mmmmphhhh…” Delta’s eyes rolled back with the lids fluttering a little, but he remained in place despite that intrusive prodding against his backside. One of Leonard’s digits pressed up tightly against the dalmatian’s entrance, thankfully already wet with the aid of Paul’s constant hosing. Even though the actual fingering wasn’t too visible from any of the guys on the ground, it was effective enough to make Delta’s body lock up against Leonard’s with an antsy shiver. And instead of trying to yak away, the canine briefly pulled his lips from the tiger’s so he could whisper into his ear, “We’re on camera, remember?~”

The naughty little kitty grinned wide in response, giving Delta an affirmative nod while his middle-digit remained partially inside. “Oh yeah~”

Without warning, he lifted the canine up by his ass like he was hoisting up a bowling ball, causing Delta to shriek out like a nerd being wedgied. With a swift spin on Delta’s dangling body, Leonard was able to move him around so his bare ass was in better focus for his boyfriend’s camera. He chuckled when he heard a tantalized-sounding “Ooh~” from Kurt down below, while Delta’s tail was raised up high to reveal the tiger’s paw invasively stretching out that tender hole underneath. Captain Eric was flustered enough to look away and make sure nobody was peeking out to see what was going on; meanwhile, Kurt quickly flashed a couple pics of Leonard’s fingering while giving a thumbs-up with his free paw. “Yeah, dude! Try to get his prostate, he leaks like a faucet~”

“Hey, come on now!” Eric turned back to the stallion with a disapproving scowl. “You guys said no penetration, remember?”

“Oh, fingers don’t count!” Leonard continued digging his digit in like he was looking for loose change, giving a dismissive eye-roll to the Captain’s tone. “Besides, it’s not like we got the vibe-egg in him yet~”

“NnnnnNNNNnnghhh~” Delta was still hanging against Leonard’s side like a carry-on bag, his eyes rolled back while sporting a dopey-looking grin. “I-I-It’s alright, Cap! I consent! Mmmmmm…”

Even though the dalmatian’s consent was slightly comforting, Eric still rolled his eyes in response to the group’s overcasual nature. The straight members of the firehouse may have not been homophobic, but he knew a lot of them likely wouldn’t tolerate something like this. Before Delta could start quivering from that digit brushing up too close to his prostate, the Captain said with a roll of his eyes, “Well, can we at least not have ANY orifices entering any holes, please? At least not in the middle of the day!”

“Oh, alright, alright…” Leonard rolled his eyes, and he gave an effortless swing of his hips to yank delta back upright. The dalmatian gasped when Leonard quickly got him back to his feet, and yanked his paw from between those cheeks harshly enough to leave Delta shivering. It was fortunate the ladder was close enough for him to lean against, otherwise he might’ve stumbled off the top of the truck from his wobbling knees.

“NnnnNNNGHHH!! C-Careful, dude!” Delta clung to the ladder with one paw while rubbing his ass with the other. “Aaaaaahhhhh… Fuck, you really tugged me there.”

“Hey, blame Kurt! He told me you were elastic enough~”

Eric groaned and face-pawed, not wanting to get too miffed seeing the tiger’s cocky grin. Leonard may have been a dedicated Probie with tons of potential, but his bratty behavior was nearly as bad to handle as his promiscuity. And unlike Delta, who actually gives the Captain a break every once in a while by strict ‘Friends With Benefits’ means, Lenny was more of the type to constantly tease and rile up Eric without actually reciprocating. Paul certainly didn’t mind his boyfriend’s behavior, especially when he and Kurt were able to see how flustered it’d leave the elk sometimes; but for the Captain himself, it was more irritating than anything else.

“Well, thank you for putting him down.” After a pert sigh, Eric put down his paw and tried to suggest, “Can’t you guys just shoot water-hoses or something?”

Kurt quickly pointed out, “We already did that. And we also posed with all the different tools, including the axes.”

“Yeah, we only got four months left, remember? A lot of crazy shit was done for one through eight~” Paul motioned up to the two while smirking at their Captain. “Oh, and before you ask, we already wiped down all the handles and stuff.”

Eric almost wanted to ask what the four had done to warrant that sort of clarification, but he decided not to press that issue and end up asking even more questions. “Hoo boy… Well, what haven’t you guys done yet?” He made sure to quickly add with a raised paw. “Besides cumming!”

Delta and Leonard both painted at him with knowing smirks, going “Ahhhh” at the same time. Paul and Kurt shrugged their shoulders, with the latter answering, “Well, we technically haven’t done much oral yet. We were debating how to set it up, but it might be tricky with the ‘No Penetration’ rule.”

“Tricky, but not impossible…” Paul glanced up at the two nude and erect twinks, grinning when he saw that both of them were already doing the same. Leonard and Delta looked back at each other with identically pervy-looking smirks, before deciding to try another feat of gymnastics in front of the cameras.

“Quick, catch me!” Delta was flexible enough to twist himself into position, quickly getting on his front-paws so he could throw himself into an upside-down stance. Leonard made sure to grip the dalmatian’s hips tightly, and hoisted him up while his feet were dangling high in the air. In only a matter of seconds, the two were able to work in surprisingly well-choreographed tandem, with Delta hanging against Leonard belly-to-belly in a standing sixty-nine. “Get the picture, Kurt! NOW!”

“Already on it~” The stallion was grinning wide and flashing several photos with his camera, getting plenty of good shots of his boyfriend’s bare ass right underneath Leonard’s face. The tiger wasn’t fazed by the dalmatian’s balls dangling so close to his muzzle, and just shot a cocky grin to the camera while it was flashing. Delta was able to turn his head while hanging upside-down, and he made sure to smile just as side while his face was next to the tiger’s thick, throbbing cock. “Ooh, love the expression, boys!”

Captain Eric just sighed while watching their acrobatics, his muzzle tensed when he saw how much water was shooting from Paul’s hose. Considering how tall that fire truck was from the concrete ground, he was worried about the two screwing around on slick metal. Luckily, Delta’s fire-helmet remained strapped to his head, even as he turned his sights back to Leonard’s twitching member with a devilish smirk. “Hmmmmmmm…”

“So, should we try switching it around?” The tiger tilted his head while looking down at his partner, not noticing the blush that was deepening across their Captain’s cheeks. “Or maybe I couuuuuOOOOHHHHH!!!”

Before he could finish his suggestion, Leonard nearly stumbled off the top of the truck when his knees buckled in response to Delta’s tongue. Even though he should’ve been careful in his precarious position, it was too damn tempting to lean his face in a couple inches and get a proper taste of that tasty-looking tiger cock.

“Aaaaahhhhhhh~” Delta opened his muzzle wide, but he made sure not to slip that twitching member between his drooling lips. Instead, he stuck out his long, flat tongue to grace against the tiger’s uniquely-shaped shaft. The feline’s numerous barbs dragged against Delta’s tongue, causing Leonard to tremble with his eyes rolling back and his muzzle to skew with a shivering groan. The tiger’s knees bent inward, but he managed to keep himself upright well enough to avoid dropping Delta. All the while, Kurt was grinning wide and snapping many photos, even moving around to get different angles of his boyfriend’s upside-down tongue-diddling.

“Mmmmmmm…” The canine may have felt the blood beginning to rush down to his head, but that didn’t stop him from getting his tongue across as much of Leonard’s cock as he could reach. Despite how flat and floppy his appendage may have been, he was able to flick it across the tiger’s twitching length with surprising dexterity as it brushed between his thick barbs, stimulating him enough to make pre start to leak from the tip. Of course, Delta was quick to lap up any globs before they could trickle down the shaft, all while he kept his muzzle wide-open for the Captain to see. “Aaahhhhh~ See? No penetration at all-MMMPHHH!!~”

Before he could finish his remark, the dalmation’s words were immediately disproven with a single hard thrust of Leonard’s hips. Judging by how tightly the tiger’s eyes were clenching shut, it seemed like he couldn’t help it while moaning out hoarsely. “AaaaAAAHHH!!~”

His barbed cock shoved itself between Delta’s lips, causing the canine’s eyes to widen in shock before rolling back deeply. Even though he was legitimately trying to abide by Eric's request (or at least, skirting around it as technically as he could), he certainly wasn’t going to complain about Lenny breaking the rule first. Instead, he ended up closing his eyes before wrapping his lips around that thick, throbbing shaft that was pushing towards the back of his throat. And with his snout already buried between those plump, sweaty balls, Delta only needed a single deep breath through his nostrils to end up moaning around Leonard’s girth. “Mmmmmphhhhhh!~”

“Heh~ Oopsie!” Leonard had a goofily wide grin across his muzzle, mostly as a deflection to hide how flustered Delta’s tongue-lashing was leaving him. He didn’t mean to shove his cock inside of his coworker’s mouth, but it wasn’t exactly easy pulling out when the dalmatian was already giving it a good suck. Not to mention, his own inhibitions were growing lewder the longer that plump, knotted doggy cock dangled mere inches from his own blushing face. Down below, both Paul and Kurt were grinning wide and watching the spectacle while recording and spraying a cooling mist over the truck. Eric’s muzzle was open with a paw raised, as if he was just about to speak up and stop their shenanigans; however, the elk remained silent and stood frozen, watching as Delta’s head began to bob back and forth while still hanging upside-down.

“OoooOOOHHH!!~” Leonard trembled a bit more, and he had to readjust himself so he could keep holding the canine upright against his chest. “Mmmfffff! G-Give me a second, jeez!”

Despite his worrisome tone of voice, Lenny was doing just as much work as Delta with his hips thrusting freely. The tiger may have still been blushing heavily, but his stance was remaining surprisingly strong to ensure that slutty muzzle remained in place against his crotch. Delta closed his eyes to get in more focus, taking advantage of the opportunity when he wasn’t hearing anything from the Captain. Instead of glancing back to see how the others were reacting, he got himself more focused and sucked on that kitty-cock properly. “Mmmmmmphhhhhh…”

His head was still jerking back and forth, while Leonard’s hips rocked in tandem to make each contact audible with wet, fleshy smacks. The two picked up a decent rhythm while hanging in such a precarious stance, almost looking like a slightly gayer version of a ‘Jackass’ skit. It was fortunate that Leonard had such a strong stance atop the truck, since he was able to keep from slipping while pounding Delta’s face continuously. It wasn’t clear how long either of them could keep up that difficult positioning, but Leonard kept a confident smirk through his bitten lip. “Nnnffff… Damn, you’re good~”

“Tell me about it!” Kurt was snickering like a mischievous little kid, grinning wide while getting several more pics of Delta’s upside-down face-fucking. “Mmmm, fuck… Don’t be afraid to go deep-throat, he ain’t got a gag-reflex!”

The Captain finally broke his silence with a flustered huff, and he tried his best to reaffirm himself by clearing his throat. “A-A-Alright, guys! Come on, you got the shot! Do something else!”

Even though he knew he could’ve just said, “Stop that right now!” to get the same result, Eric was grateful when he heard a wet pop from Delta’s lips prying off Leonard’s member. The dalmatian reopened his eyes to admire his hard work, leaving every inch of Leonard’s barbed cock glistening and dripping with his saliva. He was still hanging upside-down when he licked his lips and turned his head, able to glance ‘up’ at the Captain with a perk of his brows. “Hmph~ Too much for you to handle?”

Despite his unusual positioning, Delta was able to catch the distinct bulge of the elk’s erection leaving a visible shape against the inside of the Captain’s left thigh. Still, his eyes were quick to dart up to see Eric’s face, which meant he had to see that disappointedly flat glare pointing back at him. “So, what month would that be for, hmm?”

Before Delta could try to give some quippy answer, Leonard was fortunate enough to help swing him back to an upright position. The dalmatian needed a moment to regain his balance, but the tiger made sure to hold onto his wrist so he wouldn’t accidentally stumble off the truck. “Uhh,” began Lenny as he motioned downward. “We actually had some Santa-hats in the truck-cab, so we’d probably need those to make the December shot count.”

“Ooh!” Paul chirped up with a chipper smile to suggest, “Maybe that could be November! You know, stuffing and whatnot~”

“Yeah, I wouldn’t recommend that one for October.” Kurt was busy checking the photos he already took in his camera’s gallery screen, not looking up when he said, “I was wanting to get some costumes for that one, though I wasn’t sure whether to get full-sized or miniature ones.”

“Miniature ones? Why the heck woul--You know what, nevermind!” Eric closed his eyes and waved his paws to dismiss his question before he could even finish it. After a sharp sigh, he shouted up to the two naked twinks, “Alright, what would I need to do to get you guys to put some damn clothes on?! You already got naked pictures, there’s no need to keep doing it for every damn page!”

That point actually got Kurt and Paul to shrug their shoulders with impressed-looking pouts. It was also enough to make Delta and Leonard look at each other for a moment, needing to think over what the Captain just said. After catching his distinct wording, the two realized at the same time that he just accidentally gave them quite the setup. When the dalmatian and tiger finally turned their heads to stare down at their Captain, they caused Eric’s eyes to widen when he caught their distinctly cheeky grins.

“Hmmmmm… What would you have to do, you say?~”

Delta smiled wide enough to show off his teeth, and his cock twitched quite readily from the prospects running through his perverted mind. Leonard looked equally as piqued, his smirk matching the canine’s to leave Eric standing with a more pronounced blush. Before the Captain could try to take back what he said and re-word his question, Leonard leaned in close to Delta and whispered something into his ear. None of the others could overhear what he said, but it was clearly enough to make Delta grin even wider with his brows raising high. “OOOOHHHH… Now that’s an idea~”

“And just to clarify,” asked Leonard as soon as he pulled away from Delta’s ear to ask Eric, “If you do ONE thing for us, we’ll agree to wear clothes, okay? We’ll even get off the truck first so there’s no safety hazard anymore.”

“That would actually be nice, thank you.” Eric begrudgingly nodded and waved his paw to that last part, emphasizing that the two should hop off the truck immediately. Since the two already got plenty of photos atop the machine, neither of them appeared too upset to climb off while still dripping naked. They were both still erect by the time they got down from the truck, and were smiling eagerly when they got back on the ground beside their partners. Unfortunately for the Captain, that meant he now had four of his crew standing before him, clearly expecting him to comply with a possible compromise of his own.

“Uuuughhhhhhh…” The elk couldn’t even look at the twinks’ perky grins, and just pinched the bridge of his nuzzle before asking, “God dammit, what do you two want?”

Leonard and Delta each went up to their boyfriends’ ears, whispering that they were wanting to suggest before saying it to the Captain himself. Paul’s eyes went wide in shock, and his head whipped around to gawk at Leonard with a couple of startled blinks, “Wait, seriously?!”

“Hmph~” Kurt was grinning just as wide as Delta, and chuckled with an envious glance back towards Eric. “Not gonna lie, that wouldn’t be a bad idea at all…”

Since neither of the boyfriends were giving an outright “No” to the suggested plans, they just watched as Delta and Leonard walked up to their Captain at the same time. The dalmatian came up to Eric’s left, while the tiger got in close to Eric’s right. The two hugged their Captain from the sides, their nude forms giving quite the contrast to the elk’s formal attire. Kurt made sure to take a couple pics of the three in that scandalous position, while Delta cupped his paw over Eric’s ear to whisper what the two were wanting to try. “Well, how about this…”

Paul and Kurt already knew what the idea was, but neither of them were able to hear the rest of the words being hissed to the Captain. It was still enough to make Eric’s brows raise up high, and he remained as stiff as his boner leaving a visible tent in his slacks. Leonard was still hugging the elk’s side when he reached down with a paw, gently grabbing hold of the zipper to undo his fly. Meanwhile, Delta finished his request with a sweet little smooch to Eric’s cheek, feeling how hot he was getting against his smirking lips. “Hmph~ So… How does that sound to you, Captain?~”

Leonard was still smirking up at Eric’s face, but his paw was currently rubbing that phallic bulge against the Captain’s pant-leg. Delta decided to unbutton Eric’s pants as well, which caused the garment to start falling from his waistline before getting caught on his erection like a coat-hanger. However, Eric groaned with his eyes closing shut, and he tried to maintain his composure by reaching down to hike his pants back up. “Mmmphhh! G-Guys, come on! Be serious now!”

“Oh, I AM being serious…” Delta used his paw to pull in Eric’s head, manually pointing his muzzle back towards him. The dalmatian kept a wide, determined-looking smile as he stared his Captain down, even reaching down so he could start stroking himself to keep his length nice and rigid. “That’s what we want, Eric. If you’re able to do that, we’ll finish up our shots with clothes on so we don’t scare the straight-boys. We can even go behind the fire-truck so they don’t see through the windows~”

“O-Oh, for crying out loud!” Eric flusteredly held to his slacks with both paws when he looked back at the other two. “Guys, say something!”

“Oh, you don’t wanna hear what we have to say about this…” Kurt was bold enough to give that warning proclamation with a haughty smirk, motioning back to Paul who was nodding alongside him. “Although, our suggestion might help speed things up a bit.”

“Heh heh heh~” Paul didn’t need to say much, and could only give a shrug of his shoulders. “Heck, it might even take ten minutes tops.”

Eric’s expression flattened immensely, even with two nude and helmeted twinks rubbing him up and down like a couple of fairy-nymphs. Leonard and Delta tried not to giggle too audibly, knowing that would probably deter their Captain more than anything else. Fortunately, the fact that the elk wasn’t immediately trying to re-do his belt was a good sign already…

“Hmmmffffff…” Even though he knew that their idea was inappropriate in a multitude of ways, his flustered mindset was starting to think over Paul’s point with more merit than it deserved. Sure, doing something lewd in the middle of the day during shift was too stupid to consider, but Eric would’ve been lying to himself if he tried to say that hadn’t happened before. Heck, considering some of the things Delta was able to coax him into doing in his office, ten minutes behind the truck and away from everyone’s eyes wasn’t that huge of a deal. Still, the elk’s head tilted hard enough to make both of them reel back, not wanting to get accidentally poked by one of his antlers. “Gnnghhh… D-Dammit, you guys can’t keep doing shit like this!”

That response was as good as any outright “Yes,” and was more than enough to make Leonard and Delta giggling like a couple of schoolgirls. The elk closed his eyes with a defeated-sounding groan, but he still ended up moving his legs on his own accord when he was gently pushed forward by both of the ready models. While the Captain was escorted towards the other side of the fire-truck, Kurt and Paul waited until the three were out of sight to look back at on another curiously.

“So, uhhhh… those pics will just be for us, right?”

“Oh, totally! There’s no way the print-shop would approve of what we’re about to do~”

[hr]

Five Minutes Later

“Ughhhhhhh…”

Eric was fortunate to still be clothed, but he didn’t exactly look too thrilled to be wearing the Santa hat atop his head. It may have not been the Rudolph nose, but it still felt enough like appropriation to keep his muzzle skewed in annoyance. However, since he was standing in a surprisingly dark shadow looming beneath a tree past the rear of the fire-truck, he was fortunate not to feel the sun burning down over his head. It also helped that Paul was on standby with the hose in his paw, though he made sure not to get the Captain's clothing wet just yet.

“Don’t worry, I’ll only take a couple shots with the hat so it’s out of the way…” Kurt may have been smirking wider than a fat kid by an unmanned ice cream stand, but he made sure to keep both paws on his camera in a professional manner. Since Delta and Leonard were already sprawled against the Captain’s sides and posing like a couple of models in a Bond movie silhouette, the stallion was quick to snap a couple of nice looking photos that were actually suitable for the calendar idea. “Alright, just remember where your legs are bending, guys. You wanna be sexy, but not outright…”

“Waaayyyyyy ahead of you, hun~” Delta was hugging Eric’s side like a horny sloth, but he made sure to keep the leg closer to Kurt’s camera lifted upward so his junk was hidden. Even though he was clearly naked against the Captain, nothing could be explicitly seen past his curvy silhouette. The same could be said for Lenny, who was more focused with giving some mugging grins for the camera while his legs were concealing the goods. Still, Delta was the first to scoff and say to the tiger, “Dude, stop doing the duck-face! You look like a basic-bitch doing that.”

“No I do NOT!” Leonard turned his head to gawk at the dalmatian, looking genuinely offended by that accusation. “Oh my god! If ANYone in this station is basic, it’s you and your iced-lattes every damn morning!”

“Well, excuse me for liking my drinks like I like my men…” Delta leaned in close to the Captain’s ear, whispering the last part with a cheeky grin. “Sweet, creamy, but still strong enough to keep my fur raised up high~”

“Hmph~” Leonard was able to see what was happening, and just rolled his eyes with a coy scoff. After glancing back at his boyfriend, who merely gave a curious shrug while keeping a cooling mist over the three, the tiger decided to hug up against Eric’s other side a bit closer than the canine. Not only did he wrap his leg around the Captain’s midsection, making sure not to cover up that obvious tent in the elk’s trousers, but he also leaned in with a devilish smirk and nipped at Eric’s earlobe with his fangs. “Mmmmmnnghhhh… You know you’re not the only one willing to slut yourself out for the Captain~”

“Nnnnffffff…” Eric tried tensing up so he could pull himself away from the two, but the twinks had surprisingly good grips as they continued clinging to his sides. He shuddered a bit as he felt their rigid erections prodding against him, undoubtedly staining his clothing with their gushing precum. His eyes closed briefly to try and keep his composure in check, but he was able to keep his smile from looking too flustered on camera. After breathing out pertly enough, he reopened his eyes and gave a more confident pose while Kurt took the last couple of shots.

“Alright, you can take off the hat!” Kurt gave a quick wave of his paw to motion his approval. “You don’t have to keep wearing that if--”

Eric didn’t need to be told twice, and he instantly tossed the Santa hat off his head with a disgruntled sigh. Delta and Leonard both went “Yeet!” at the same time, just before seeing that hat land on top of the firehouse roof. Paul and Kurt actually clapped with a couple of impressed nods, which was enough to make their Captain shrug and roll his eyes. “Heh~ Didn’t think it’d land up there.”

“I heard that one from him before!” Delta grinned all excitedly and giggled when he caught Eric’s earning glare. “Remember, Cap? You forgot to turn off the ceiling fan, and you ended up shooting your load hard enough to--”

“Yes, I remember that, Delta!” Eric rolled his eyes and groaned with an uncomfortable shudder. “Ughhhh… That was a nightmare to clean up.”

“Oh, that’s nothing!” Leonard gave a femmy flick of his wrist, and motioned back at the water buffalo to say, “I remember one time, Paul and I decided to get a bit kinky, and he agreed to wear a--PBBBBTTTTTTTT!!!”

Before he could finish revealing what Paul was wearing, a direct blast of water from his hose was sprayed in the tiger’s direction. Leonard nearly stumbled off the Captain, and needed to hold out a paw to shield his face. “GAH! O-Okay, okay! I’ll shut up!”

“Hmph~” Paul smirked with a cocky huff, and he was quick to redirect his stream and lift it high over the three’s heads as a cooling mist. Since Kurt already got some serviceable photos of Eric clothed, there wasn’t much need to keep him dry anymore. “So, you wanna take off your shirt first, Cap?”

“Actually…” Since he and Lenny were already thinking the same thing, Delta took the initiative of unzipping Eric’s fly. He kept a chipper smirk up at the elk, and made sure to wait and ask, “Would it be alright if we tried something non-penetrative?~”

“Hmph…” Eric ended up crossing his arms over his chest, but his expression was a lot less tensed than it was on the other side of the truck. Although, that was most likely because his erection was still clearly visibly bulging against his pants, and he was probably wanting to get them off so his penis wasn’t under so much strain. So after looking between Delta and Leonard, the Captain relented with a sigh and a roll of his eyes. “Oh, alright then. But I’d rather keep my paws to myself, thank you very much.”

“That’s more than fine with us…” Leonard and Delta both gave the Captain loving pecks on both of his cheeks, before smiling back at Kurt and his camera. The two made sure to have already laid out a large tarp lining across the ground, so neither of them got dirtied when they got on their knees. Before Eric could say anything, he was left wide-eyed when he saw the dalmatian and tiger knelt before his tented crotch. The two were smiling wide at their Captain, and made sure to pull up the face-shields on their helmets so they didn’t get in the way…

“Gimme!~” Leonard was the first to promptly yank down Eric’s pants, which made him yelp out and try to reach down with his knees bent inward. However, Lenny already got the elk’s waistband down to his ankles, leaving only his jock-strap with the cup pushing out over an inch from his groin. The dark-blue fabric was already showing a visible spot of moisture at the tip of that throbbing tent, while the base of the Captain’s shaft poked out the tiniest bit between the jock and his bare crotch.

“Oooooohhhhh…” Delta grinned and leaned in with his eyes closed, making sure to get his snout buried beneath the Captain’s jock-bulge before giving a deep, hungry whiff. The ripe, manly scent of unwashed musk was more than enough to make the canine shudder with his eyes rolled back, and he kept himself between Eric’s legs to continue huffing slowly. His chest could be seen expanding as he took a deep inhale, moaning out as that heady stench overflooded his senses and caused his cock to twitch on camera. “AaaaaaAAAAAHHHH~”

“Oh, come on, dude!” Leonard huffed with a bratty-looking pout on his muzzle, staring daggers down at Delta while his paws were against the sides of his hips. “I want his musk too!”

All that Delta did was lift an arm to point upward with his paw, not even needing to reopen his eyes while sucking in hungry breaths through his nostrils. Lenny rolled his eyes and scoffed, but he was able to see that Delta was pointing at the obvious pit-stains developing under Eric’s shirt-sleeves. Even though armpit stuff wasn’t nearly as nice as that tasty elk-cock, Leonard knew from past experience that the Captain rarely wore actual deodorant that’d ruin the taste. Not to mention, it was easy enough for Eric to rip off his shirt himself; despite the fact it was a fitted polo, he knew how to pull on one of the sleeves at an angle that got the entire shirt off of him in literally one second.

“Nnnffffff! A-Alright then…” Eric sighed with his eyes closed, resigning himself to going through with this ridiculousness while they were all out of sight. Even though he didn’t want another chewing out by superiors from his station’s inappropriate conduct, he was throbbing way too hard in his jockstrap to consider stopping now. Not to mention, it didn’t take long for both of his crew-members to take full advantage, lunging in as soon as he got his top-half undressed. “Now, just remember not to go too faaaaAAAAHHHH!!!~”

Unfortunately for the Captain, his voice broke out in a shuddering whine the instant Leonard lunged up with his muzzle wide-open, dragging his bristled tongue up the entire length of Eric’s bushy pit. The tiger’s eyes clenched shut, and he let out a slutty moan of his own when he got a proper taste of that salty, musky sweat that soaked into his tongue. He instantly dug his snout into that tuft of fur, inhaling another breath that made him groan with his eyes rolled-back. It was hard enough for Eric to stand still when he felt that feline tongue digging into his pit, delivering a unique blend of painful and ticklish sensations that left him squirming atop his still-bent knees. However, his stance was left even more precarious while Delta was still knelt in front of him, now using his open muzzle to tease the Captain’s bulge while it was still trapped in that tightening fabric.

“Ooooohhhhhh, nicely done~” Kurt grinned and held up his camera, but Paul made sure to reach in and place a Captain’s helmet over Eric’s head first. Fortunately, the helmet was pre-fitted with slide-in slots on the top, so it only took a few seconds for him to get it strapped in around the elk’s antlers. As soon as Paul stepped back to get out of the shot, the stallion snapped several photos while the posing turned racier. “Yeah, there you go! Show your Captain how much he means to both of you…”

Kurt’s direction may have not been necessary, but Delt and Leonard were still giving proper worship with their drooling tongues without much pause. Delta had his eyes closed while groaning deeper in focus, making sure to wrap his lips around the thickest girth of his Captain’s bulge. Eric groaned and reeled his head back with his teeth gritted, shuddering from the titillating warmth and pressure wrapping around his straining length. All the while, Leonard was slowly pulling away from that pit and working his way downward, still licking the side of his Captain’s sweaty and muscular torso while the camera kept flashing.

“Awwww, fuck yeah~” Paul was smiling just as wide as Kurt, and he couldn’t resist holding his hose with one paw while the other reached down to his own tented jock. Before the Captain could be exposed on camera, Paul decided to whip out his own cock from his jockstrap. His fat, sweaty member was already throbbing hard enough to be visibly leaking precum, which made him careful enough to stroke his shaft at a slow and teasing pace. “Mmmmmfffffffff… That’s right, get down there…”

With the water buffalo’s hose keeping the three nude models under a cooling mist, it was easy enough for Eric to settle more relaxedly in his crew’s tantalizing embrace. By the time Leonard got himself back on his knees in front of the Captain's crotch, Delta was looking rather excited when he pulled his muzzle back with a toothy grin. He used both paws to yank down Eric’s waistband hard, finally freeing that meaty elk-cock from his tight and musky confines.

“Aaaaaaand say cheese!”

As soon as Kurt said that in a cheeky sing-song tone, Delta and Lenny turned their heads to smile at the camera like a couple of kids on Christmas morning. “Cheeeeeeeeseeee!!~”

“Ugh…” Eric rolled his eyes while the twinks posed beside his penis like it was a meet-and-greet. Fortunately, Kurt only got a couple photos of the three before seeing the dalmation and tiger turning their heads at the same time. Their eyes narrowed on that twitching hunk of cockmeat hanging between their muzzles, causing them to grin a bit wider with approving nods towards one another. Then, both of them leaned in at the same time, keeping their eyes open to stare back at the camera while their tongues stuck out from their open muzzles…

“OooooOOOOHHHHH!!!~” Eric tensed up with a strong gasp, his eyes remaining shut when he felt both of those unique tongues gracing his member at the same time. Delta’s large, flat tongue was quite a contrast from Leonard’s feline muscle covered in titillating barbs, but they were both able to make Eric’s cock throb with a hefty spurt of precum that spat out from the tip. Kurt was lucky enough to actually get a photo of the three while that strand was still in midair on camera, but he kept himself from cheering too enthusiastically and ruining the shot. Of course, he had to turn his head when he realized Paul was right beside him and stroking his cock at a more vigorous rate.

“Hmph~ Need some help with that, big guy?” Kurt only meant that half-seriously, since he was still smirking with his camera pointed at their boyfriends’ shared tongue-lashing. Neither of them tried to shove Eric’s cock past their open lips, but Delta and Leonard made sure to take their time giving their Captain some proper worship with their tongues. The two nestled in close with their smiles pointed at the camera, but their eyes were becoming half-lidded in obviously tantalized pleasure the longer they savored the taste of that leaky elk cock.

“Mmmmmmm…” Still holding a hose in each paw, Paul decided to actually take up Kurt on his offer while their partners were busy with Eric. He let go of his cock long enough to undo the thick suspender straps hanging over Kurt’s shoulders, and got those uniform-pants dropped to the stallion’s ankles in less than ten seconds. Like all the others, Kurt was wearing a black jockstrap that was notably strained from his erection pushing out the codpiece tremendously far. However, he made sure to yank down his garment before Paul could do it for him, letting his thick stallionhood to hand between his legs and stand freely with his shaft already pulsating. As soon as Kurt’s length was revealed, Paul went back to teasing his own cock while staring at that horsecock with a lick of his lips. “Good lord, how have you not ruined Delta with that thing yet?”

“What can I say? He really IS built like elastic down there~” Kurt bucked his hips to teasingly swing his fat cock, but he kept his focus on his camera when he asked the models, “How y’all doing there? Need any help from us?”

“N-Not yet…” Delta made sure to smirk with a knowing wink in the photographer’s direction, but he only gave that brief response before returning his focus to Eric’s twitching cock. He closed his eyes and moaned out when he bent in deeper, making sure to drag his tongue across the underside of that long, slender shaft to keep it throbbing against his tastebuds. Meanwhile, Leonard was bent in with his lips gracing the top of his shaft, peppering it with teasing kisses as he worked his way up towards that plump cockhead. Of course, all he did was flick the tip of his tongue against that gushing urethra, lapping up the precum spurting out while most of the strands landed across Delta’s forehead. “Nnnnnnffffffff~”

Even though both of them were getting heated enough, neither of them tried shoving the Captain inside of their hungry muzzles. Instead, the two eventually reopened their eyes long enough to glance at one another, and immediately lunged in while Eric was still throbbing between them. Leonard and Delta closed their eyes and opened their mouths, making sure to connect their lips in a sultry-looking “kiss” while the Captain’s girth was throbbing between their mouths. The two stayed in place like that and made out around Eric’s cock, all while that cockhead pulsated and spat out more precum that provided Kurt some more stellar shots.

Of course, after the first couple of camera flashes, the stallion was temporarily interrupted when Paul leaned in and planted his muzzle against his own. The two closed their eyes and kissed for a few seconds, both of them still throbbing hard with their cocks sticking out and standing in approval of what was happening in front of them. When the two got back into focus, turning back to inspect the remainder of their “photoshoot,” Kurt and Paul got in closer to one another so they could reach down and grasp each other’s cocks instead of their own. The two shuddered a bit as they adjusted to the other’s length, but they were able to pick up a good rhythm and keep each other stimulated while admiring their partners instead. “Mmmmm, that’s much better…”

“Yeah, tell me about it~” Eric was looking down at both of his cock-hungry twinks, and was grinning more naturally as he appreciated their shared muzzle-work. His cock was throbbing like mad between their slobbering lips, and their moaning voices were providing some surprisingly good reverb that traveled up his length and left his nerves tingling. Still, the elk was able to hold his composure long enough to admire the sight down below. Both Delta and Leonard made sure to look up at their Captain while making out around his cock, showing their enthusiasm with loving stares that made him bite his bottom lip flusteredly. “Mmmmfffffff… Damn, you two are getting me close…”

That was enough to make Delta pull back first, and he leaned down so he could wrap his lips around the Captain’s low-hanging balls instead. His tongue swirled around those plump-looking orbs, but it wasn’t until he got them in his mouth that he got Eric groaning hard in response. Leonard became a greedy bitch when he saw that entire cock slathered in drool and open for the taking, and he didn’t hesitate to lunge in and get that fat head inside of his muzzle with a muffled groan. “Hmmmphhhhhh~”

“AAAAHHHHH!!~” Eric nearly stumbled to the ground, but both twinks made sure to hold him upright while keeping up with their cock-worship. No longer caring about the calendar, Delta continued to suck on the Captain’s balls while Leonard blew him nice and proper. With his tongue already coated with Eric’s musky pre, the tiger couldn’t hold back as he wrapped his lips around that veiny shaft. His head bobbed up and down at a frantic rate, his chin nearly hitting Delta’s head while he groaned and savored the thick spurts shooting to the back of his throat.

“Mmmmphhhhh…” Leonard sucked that girthy elk cock like a genuine pro, giving several good slides of his lips up and down that shaft with his tongue grinding against its underside. The Captain could barely hold on, and ended up reaching down with his paws to grasp both of their helmets tightly. Because of the straps holding them in place, neither of them could pull away when he began to thrust his hips back and forth. Instead, Delta just closed his eyes and stuck out his tongue even more, fully relishing in those fat balls lodged inside of his mouth as he tried to stay in pace between his sweaty legs. Leonard’s muzzle remained wrapped around that edging cock, and he closed his eyes with determination as he knelt in place and took his Captain’s thrusts directly against his blushing face. “NNNNFFFFF~”

By that point, the five were just indulging in gay sex more than anything else; still, Kurt was getting some amazing photos despite his body squirming so badly beside Paul’s. The two were pumping each other’s cocks more efficiently with their paws, leaving their faces equally sweaty and blushed as the action grew more intense. Even though both of them were trying to focus on watching their boyfriends sharing that tasty elk-cock like a couple of nymphos, it was getting hot enough for the two to lean back towards one another without saying much. Kurt and Paul shared another heated kiss, which helped to make them throb harder in each other’s paws before hearing Eric’s voice tightening up.

“Hnnnnghhhhh!!~” The elk leaned back with his body stiffening, his knees wobbling between Delta and Leonard’s nude bodies. By that point, the dalmatian finished his ball-sucking so he could join his buddy with cock-duty. With a wet pop of his lips, Leonard pulled back with his muzzle wide-open while several strings of saliva connected his grinning lips to Eric’s twitching member. Delta immediately leaned in and shoved that cock into his moaning muzzle, unable to hold back as he gave several enthusiastic bobs with his lips sucking tentatively. Eric moaned out even deeper, while Leonard leaned in and licked at the remaining shaft sticking out from Delta’s muzzle. “Oh fuck… oh FUCK!!~”

“Hehehehe, might wanna keep it down, Captain~” Kurt was groaning through his stifled grin, but was able to keep pumping Paul’s cock while holding his camera with his dominant paw. “Don’t wanna get caught now, do ya?~”

“Mmmphhh, one sec…” Eric leaned his head back while his eyes were clenched shut, his muzzle tightening to a more strained grimace. It was unclear if he was trying to keep himself in control, or attempting to get himself to cum right then and there between those two slutty mouths. But either way, the elk was left tensed with his face reddened and skewing in focus. He eventually groaned out with a hard squirm of his hips, grunting under his breath, “Nnnfffffff! I… I’m gonna--GAH!!”

Just as he was about to slip off the precipice, Eric was promptly cut off when a sharp bout of pain hit his shaft and caused him to yelp out. Leonard had a particularly devilish grin on his face, which helped to expose his fangs that just gave the Captain that little “Love-Bite”. It wasn’t enough to break skin or cause any major injury, but it was still sudden enough to ruin Eric’s incoming orgasm for a while longer. He could hear the whining groan from the elk up above, but he and Delta were still smirking all smug while kissing his dick to make it feel better.

“Mffff, goddammit, Lenny…” Given how strongly Eric’s muzzle was tightened with a miffed-looking stare, it seemed as if Leonard’s little gesture wasn’t a one-time occurrence. However, the feline’s uniquely-textured tongue was more than enough to make up for that split-second moment of discomfort. Both he and Delta made sure to keep him nice and rigid, ensuring that their Captain would remain in a tantalizingly intense limbo right before the point of release. It was bad enough to make Eric grit his teeth while his nerves writhed all over, but it wasn’t bad enough to make him plead for the two to stop either. “OoooOOOOooohhhhh…”

“Fuck, you’re getting us close too…” Even though the two couldn’t move too easily while jerking off each other, Kurt and Paul were able to work their way in closer to their partners while facing their flustered-looking Captain. Eric had to look away from the stallion and water buffalo, not needing to see their cocks up-close and get himself riled-up again. Still, the distinct scent of their musky, leaky cocks was wafting in the air, hitting Eric’s senses and causing him to throb harder between Leonard and Delta’s muzzles.

“Ahhh, fuck…” Eric was fortunate enough to make that expletive a hushed whisper, but he was still sounding overwhelmed as his arousal teetered to a more extreme degree. Even with Leonard continuing to grind his tongue-bristles against his shaft, and Delta adding to the titillation by reaching down to suckle on his balls a bit harder than before, their shared efforts weren’t enough to keep the Captain from throbbing harder. His breaths became more faint and rapid, all while his eyes glued down to the sight of those two cute twinks using their mouths like a couple of aspiring porn-stars. And with the additional view of Kurt and Paul jerking each other off, Eric pulled his head back and closed his eyes tightly. “Aaaahhhh!!~ Nnnnnghhhhhh…”

The elk had to put his paws behind his back, but even that wasn’t enough to stop those waves of pleasure that were hitting his nerves more intensely with each pulsation of his rigid cock. His hips were thrusting back and forth, with those two sluts’ mouths clasping to his shaft on both sides like two halves to a fleshlight. His body worked surprisingly briskly to pump his cock between their drooling lips, causing his cockhead to piston away from their faces with the tip gushing more of his pent-up pre. Of course, that just made the other two guys move in even closer to get a better view of their Captain’s double face-fucking.

“Aaaahhhhhh~” “Mmmmffffff…” Delta got himself back at face-level with Leonard, which gave the two the obvious advantage when it came to setting their Captain off. Even with only their lips and tongues worshipping that impressive hunk of cockmeat, both of them were able to tell that he was past the point of no return. As soon as they heard Eric groaning at an especially high-pitched tone, writhing between them with one final gasp, Delta tapped the tiger on the shoulder so they could do a quick repositioning.

“Camera! Quick!” Delta said that back to Kurt as quickly as he could, with the stallion immediately pulling up his camera with his thumb on the button. Paul was still watching intensely with a bitten lip, grunting as he continued to pump Kurt’s fat horsecock with his paw. Fortunately, the cameraman was able to remain concentrated enough to get the three in focus, just in time to get a stellar shot of the Captain’s face contorting to a look of pure, unbridled climax.

“AaaaaaaaAAAAAHHHHH!!!~” Eric couldn’t hold it in anymore, and he squirmed while standing as tense as could be. Meanwhile, his cock erupted while completely untouched, shimmering in saliva while thick ropes of his load shot out with vibrant intensity. Kurt was lucky enough to snap several pictures while those strands were in midair, memorializing the Captain’s orgasm as he unloaded with a look of utter bliss on his face. Of course, even after those cumshots erupted out with such gushing force, the stallion kept taking photos as those ropes landed all across their boyfriends’ blushed and moaning faces.

“Aaaaaahhhhhh!!~” Delta moaned out like a little bitch and closed his eyes in pure contentment, savoring the sensation of those warm, gooey strands landing across his elated-looking face. He made sure to have his muzzle opened wide with his wide tongue sticking out, which proved to be the right decision as a couple thick globs landed right across it like a target. He shivered and groaned deeply, but kept his mouth open while the Captain continued spurting. Leonard had to push his face in closer beside the dalmatian’s, but he was looking equally as glazed as all those sticky strings clung to their fur and hung atop the tiger’s whiskers.

“Nnnnnnnffffff, fuck yeah~” Leonard didn’t wait for the elk to finish cumming, and he lunged in with his tongue still extended. While that fat cockhead was still shooting fresh strands, the kitty impatiently leaned in and flicked his tongue against the tip in a long, teasing drag. It was texturally startling enough to make the Captain spasm mid-ejaculation, groaning hard and lurching back like he was being exorcised.

“GNNNNGHHH!! DuuuuUUUUUuuUUUDDE!!” Despite his blatant discomfort, all that Eric could do was thrash around while standing still, his knees wobbling more than a character in a British comedy skit. Delta and Leonard’s paws had to brace against their Captain a bit tighter to hold him upright, but he was fortunate enough to remain standing after the tiger’s teasing tongue-tickle. His cock was still throbbing like mad with the last of his strands shooting out, leaving several gooey strings over both of the twinks’ faces. However, Eric wasn’t finished cumming when a couple more heated groans came from behind the bukkake targets.

“Aaaaahhhh!!~” “Mmmfffff, NNNGHHH!!~”

Delta and Leonard’s ears perked up at the same time, and they turned their heads as soon as they overheard their boyfriends’ pent-up noises. The two got their faces in range just in time, with Kurt being the first to erupt with his head thrown back and a hoarse moan escaping his muzzle. His thick, girthy horsecock erupted with multiple ropes of his seed, draping nearly a liter’s worth of cum all over the moaning twinks. Delta closed his eyes and gasped happily, but nearly choked on a massive strand that shot straight to the back of his throat and hit his uvula. Still, there was more than enough horsecum to fill both of those slutty mouths, as well as double the amount of strings hanging off their face-fur.

“AaaaAAHHHHH!!~” Leonard was barely able to swallow that first mouthful before another volley of hot, creamy jizz shot past his open lips. Paul’s slender buffalo-cock was pumping just as enthusiastically as Kurt’s, delivering enough of his loads to fill the empty spaces the other two cocks couldn’t reach. The tops of Delta and Leonard’s helmets were littered with an obscene amount of cum, which dripped down the glossy plastic and left the lifted face-guards as messy as it was useless. But even with how much was caked over their faces, the two could still be seen smiling under all that milky-white gunk.

“Mmmmmmmm….” Kurt may have been trembling more than a diabetic in a candy-shop, but the paw holding his camera remained still enough to snap plenty of tantalizing photos. Even though his and Paul’s cocks were clearly seen in the pics, the only visible faces were the ones being used as the station’s jizz-rags. Delta and Leonard looked absolutely ravishing under that white flurry of cum, especially when the tiger held up a paw to give a teasing V-sign to the camera. Eric’s orgasm, combined with the shared efforts of the other two crew-members at nearly the same time, resulted in a nearly a full minute of climax over both of those blushing faces. Of course, even though Kurt managed to snap over a dozen amazing pictures of them (not counting the numerous blurry ones from his paw fidgeting too hard), it was obvious from the aftermath that none of them would qualify for the actual calendar.

“Hoooooooo…” Eric was the first to breathe out with a satisfied look on his face, needing a moment before he could reopen his eyes and see the group’s efforts. “Jeeze, that was more than I thought I cou--HOLY!!”

The Captain nearly reeled back when he saw how glazed the two looked, almost like they were background actors in the latest Ghostbusters flop. Kurt and Paul were also smiling contentedly with relieved looks of their own, but neither of them were able to keep from snickering when they saw the elk’s reaction. Of course, their amused smirks remained when they glanced back down at Delta and Leonard, still knelt and wearing their helmets with pride while their faces were splattered all over.

“Heh~ Now that’s what I call a good finish…” Kurt groaned a little as he gave his horsecock a couple final throbs with his own paw, squeezing out the last few globs that lingered at the tip of his flared head. Delta didn’t hesitate to lean over and lick that up himself, shuddering as he savored that creamy taste as it smeared across his tongue. Kurt took a moment to glance back at Paul, asking, “You alright, bud?”

“Yeah, you stroke it surprisingly well!” The water buffalo seemed just as pleased as the stallion, even giving him a pat on the back after they jerked each other off to completion. With both of their members now hanging semi-flaccid and no longer leaking, they turned back to their Captain to ask, “How about you, Cap? Feeling better?~”

“Heh, I suppose so…” Eric was grateful to get his rocks off, and even gave a thankful nod to the two bukkaked sluts down below. However, before he could think to rebutton his pants and get his belt tightened back up, he made a contemplative hum that caught Delta and Leonard’s attention. When the two looked up at their Captain, they were also to see the curious-looking smirk on his muzzle when he turned his attention towards them. “Although…”

Even though he was standing with his spent cock hanging out of his pants, he stood with surprising authority as the only clothed member when he placed his paws on the sides of his hips. After a brief pause, he gave the two a more telling smirk when he said, “Considering how you two have been acting, I have a feeling that you need another lesson in ‘Hose Maintenance’…”

The distinct inflection he made with that term was more than enough to make both of the twinks’ faces light up like a grease-fire. Paul and Kurt shared a brief look, with the latter reluctantly rolling his eyes and sighing in compliance. That look was enough to make Paul raise a brow in surprise. “Oh? Are you finally getting over your shyness there?~”

“Hey, I gotta go anyway. Besides…” Kurt may have had his muzzle skewed reluctantly, but he was still smiling when he looked down at his boyfriend. “If Delta is into it, I might as well contribute…”

The dalmatian let out an antsy groan while grinning up at him with his tail wagging excitedly. Delta and Leonard smiled at one another while remaining on the ground, with all three of those meaty cocks still standing at face-level all around them. Leonard looked like he was contemplating whether or not to put down his helmet’s face-shield, but he decided against it when he saw that Delta was leaving his face wide-open. Both of them were immediately brought back to their Captain’s attention when they heard him grunting audibly; when they turned their heads, the elk was already standing more upright with both of his paws grasping his cock to prepare for aiming.

“As the two of you know, it’s very important to clear out any hoses of debris after usage. And since both of you got your equipment all dirty, I might as well kill two birds with one stone…”

Delta and Leonard both took deep breaths, grinning wide with anticipation. Paul was also getting into position behind the two, with Kurt needing to close his eyes before grabbing his dick and doing the same. It was obvious what the three were about to do, but neither of the splattered sluts tried to pull away by any means. Instead, they just laid in wait before hearing a deep, relieved sigh from their Captain up above.

“Aaaaahhhhhhhhh…”

Eric closed his eyes, and he let out a soft exhale the moment his bladder began to empty out. He was already needing to drain the lizard when he returned to the station, but being able to do it while also setting Delta and Leonard off was a convenient little bonus. And even after cumming so soon before his evacuation, it didn’t take much for a strong, powerful stream of pale-yellow piss to shoot out from the tip. As soon as it began the Captain reeled his head back and savored the moment as he unloaded all over their moaning faces. “Mmmmmmmmm…”

“Aaaaahhhhh~” Delta relished that blast of hot, musky puss that hit his face like a broken faucet, spraying that sticky cum off his fur and replacing it with the pungent fluids that left his coat stained a faint golden hue. He made sure to position himself so the Captain was pissing right on his face, fortunate enough to get in a good angle for Kurt to snap a couple more shots. Meanwhile, Leonard was moaning out just as deeply as the canine, mostly due to the other two streams that shot out from behind…

Paul was the first to let loose, though he needed to clench his eyes shut with a sharp grunt before the first few drops hit the tiger’s back. But after a couple unenthusiastic drops, the stream shot out at full-force to leave Leonard shuddering in arousal. Kurt grimaced with a heavy blush, but he was eventually able to start pissing after a couple of well-practiced breaths. And for a good thirty seconds, all three of those firefighters were working in a perverted tandem to clean off the cum littering their brethren down below.

“Nnnnnnfffffff…” Kurt had to look away as he went, mostly since the phrase “Piss like a racehorse” wasn’t much of an exaggeration. Even though Eric and Paul had a lot to unload, pissing on Delta and Leonard with enough coverage to leave their bodies literally steaming from their strands, the stallion ended up going over twice as long as either of them. All three of them were able to get the twinks’ faces cleaned off, but it was Kurt’s alarmingly heavy stream that wiped off both of their helmets. By the time he finally finished, their backsides were absolutely drenched while all that musky horse-piss dripped down their forms, leaving them quivering on the ground and moaning shakily.

“HooooOOOLLLLy fuck…” Delta had to roll over and get on all-fours, needing a moment to collect his breath while so much piss was wafting in the air. He almost felt like he was choking on ammonia, leaving him light-headed enough to nearly forget he came midway through Kurt’s pissing. When he finally came back to, soaked in urine while a couple measly strands of cum littered his stomach, the aftershocks of his orgasm hit him strongly enough to leave him convulsing on the ground like an electrocution. “Nnnnnghhhhh… Oh, w-w-wow~”

“Damn, you sure your boyfriend isn’t part camel?~” Like Delta, Leonard was left a dripping mess with his body partially crumpled on the floor, but still smiling just as contentedly. He also had some fresh cum littering his stomach and thighs, indicating that he shot his load during the watersports finale as well. The tiger needed a second to give himself a good stretch, arching his back and causing a good amount of piss to trickle down to the tarp underneath them. When he glanced up at the stallion, he waited for Kurt to reopen his eyes before saying, “By the way, congrats on breaking your pee-shyness!”

“Dude, why did you tell him about that?!” Kurt sighed with a strong-eye roll, needing to look away from his boyfriend when he saw Delta’s faux-innocent smirk. Luckily, Eric was the first to speak up and avoid any uncomfortable silence.

“Alright, alright, let’s finish it up…” Before he could stuff his length back into his pants, Captain Eric made sure to give his cock a couple of good shakes so the last few drops could come out. Several droplets of piss spackled Delta and Leonard, with their boyfriends doing the same with their own members. Paul shook his cock right in front of Leonard’s face, getting a few drops across his outstretched tongue. Meanwhile, Kurt needed to squeeze his horsecock hard so a couple of split-second streams could spurt out and hit the ground. “Therrrrrrre we go…”

After all of their hoses were adequately cleaned out, Kurt and Paul got to work getting themselves re-clothed while Eric got his pants back on. Delta and Leonard were helped up by their Captain, though neither of them looked ready to resume regular duties while naked and soaked in various bodily fluids. The elk was quick to point to the side of the station where the outdoor showers were, firmly commanding, “Now, clean yourselves up immediately, and get some damn clothes on before stepping back inside!”

The tiger and dalmatian both saluted their Captain without complaint, only giving a couple affirmative “Yes, Sirs!” before flaunting off. Eric nearly groaned in frustration when he heard their girlish giggles as they skipped off, but he was able to sigh and keep his annoyance in check. When he turned back to the other two, he pointed at them and said, “And I expect the truck to be FULLY cleaned before returning it to its original spot! Understood?”

“Yes, Sir!” Kurt nodded with a salute of his own, and Paul was already going back to the pressure-washer with his hose in paw. In less than a minute, all four of the crew members were working elsewhere, leaving Eric standing with a more gratified look on his face.

“Well then…” As he pulled up on his belt with a spring in his step, the elk walked around the fire-truck to return to the station. Fortunately, there weren’t any new faces on the other side, and he was able to keep smiling while muttering to himself, “That better be a damn-good calendar…”