The Kingdom 1
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The sun was setting on the kingdom when Dee started his chores. It was autumn now and the coyote had just begun to notice how the sun set earlier and earlier in the evening, a harbinger to the long winter ahead. He quite liked the fall season and all the new sensations it brought with it; the crisp air carrying the decaying smell of fallen leaves, and the slow fading of green forest to gray skeleton like trees. He had seen the rotation of seasons many times over now, and he too was further towards the winter of his life than the spring, but only just. Dee kept himself in good shape with the hard labor of a castle servant, which was something he's always prided himself with. The work itself was tedious at times but afforded him unique opportunities from time to time, like providing extra services to the castle occupants.
Dee had gotten the itch to travel shortly after his adolescence and spent years wearing his pawpads smooth traversing the forests, prairies and deserts. He'd seen a lot of the world and met a lot of people along the way, mostly good but some bad as well. The kingdom he had come across during that time offered an inviting atmosphere with the vast variety of furs that filled its walls. Everyone contributed to keep the facilities working and so everyone reaped the benefits of hot running water, plentiful food, etc. These amenities made it possible to live quite comfortably and have some free time to go do the things he loved, like tinkering with the new technology of the time, going on walks through the forest, and seeking out affectionate encounters with the weary lonely travelers that passed through.
Evening was a busy time at the castle. Aside from the preparation of dinner and the resulting mess, there was the tending to soldiers and upkeep of their gear. This was something Dee especially enjoyed due to his particular interests in the sweaty manliness that surrounded them. Tonight the Gnolls were due in from a long perimeter patrol around the village's far reaches so instead of cooking, carrying dishes, and washing them, he'd be tending to their needs no matter how raunchy.
"I need another 3 flanks of lamb and all the pitchers of mead!" barked a feisty little fox though the serving window, tapping his footpaw impatiently while several busy and slightly effeminate lions readied the portions. One turned to the other while they plated the shanks and mumbled "Always starved for tubesteak, that fox is", receiving a chuckle from the other in response. Dee worked quietly in the back carrying in crates of vegetables and preserved meat from the root cellar to the kitchen's storage room, zoned out too much to hear what the lion had said but grinned when he saw the fox snap his jaws and stomp off with the next round. The teasing and joking helped everyone take their mind of the monotony of the day's tasks and was usually all in jest.
The coyote startled slightly when a heavy paw slapped down on Dee's shoulder, followed by the gruff voice of a badger "Hey yote, get on down to the bath house and take care of the gnolls". The last bit came with half a wink that made the coyote pull his muzzle into a coy toothy grin, responding back "When are you going to let me â€"take care- of you?" The badger rolled his eyes and stuffed a bucket into Dee's paws "Ye gods, I'm going to tie a stone to your tail one day, just get down there and do your thing before their gear rusts up solid." The big broad shouldered badger waited until Dee turned around and then gave him a firm open palm slap on the rear, prompting a high pitched Yip! from the coyote. Dee gave the armorer a wink and teasing tailswish before picking up a towel, brush, and bottle of oil and heading on his way down the candle-lit corridor to the soldier's bath house. Unlike most other servants, he wore only a light leather loincloth that hung down halfway to his knees. Neither the males nor females complained catching the occasional glance of sheath through the side of his loincloth when he crouched or was walking up stairs. At some point or another he's serviced them all in some way or another.
The vastness of the castle became apparent when one traveled its many corridors and mazelike tunnels. The passageways created an interesting environment to explore, but made it difficult to navigate when Dee had first arrived. The scents and memories were strong in these halls, especially of the times when he's caught night guards knot deep in the straining tailholes of needy foxes, their cum splattered on the ground beneath spread legs to mix with the small dribbles of urine startled from vulpines the moment they were accosted. In the end they all ended up loving it and sneaking back shyly for more once the burning itch of abused tailhole had subsided.
The coyote entered the locker room with his equipment and set it on one of the worn benches. These lockers get used a considerable amount and so are tended to many times a day by the castle servants, their presence is well accepted and most of them, especially Dee, are on first name basis with the other inhabitants of the castle who use it. The gnolls had already heaped their armor into piles of muddy metal and moved on to relax in the healing vapors of the steam room. A fairly simple channel provided water to a pool heated by fires, which in turn provided a nice hot supply of water for showers and hot tubs. The steam room and sauna was of the old Roman Thermae style with multi-tiered rock benches that were built against the walls, perfect for relaxing the day's strains away while a cock hungry coyote stands on the lower bench and laps the sweat and precum from thick dick. Everyone in the castle used these facilities at one point or another since a fair amount of resources went into running them, especially in the winter time when the cold ache of exposure chilled the castle guards to the bone.
Dee went through the piles one by one; brushing and washing the mud off and then rubbing them down with oil damped paws so they would not rust. The smell from the inside of the armor was unmistakably hyena, which drove the coyote wild every time he caught a whiff of that strong musky scent. Each set of armor had its own particular funk from the individual that he could identify easily from all his experiences with the soldiers. He spent a little time breathing in their body odor while he cleaned their equipment, just the scent of it all enough to make his shaft slip from its sheath and smear precum over the underside of his loincloth.
Dee was polishing the last breastplate when a group of gnolls returned from the steam room, cackling and yip-laughing together as they jeered and teased eachother. The smallest one was a few feet taller than the coyote and spotted him first. "Hey! Dee!" he exclaimed, drawing the attention of the others "They've got you down here again? No wonder man! You make that metal shine!" Dee smiled and wagged happily as he put down the finished piece and padded over to the muscley group of hyenas "All yours fellas, do me a favor and try to miss those mud puddles when you go running around" The tallest gnoll laughed in that unique piercing yipping laugh and put a strong arm around the coyote's shoulders, pulling him in against his broad chest and soft, damp fur "Patrolling, you nut. Patrolling is what we do". The gnolls were all a few feet taller than the coyote and much heavier with the muscle which by design was meant to heave large axes through things. Dee nuzzled his pointy coyote muzzle into gnoll's thick chestfur and growled softly "That all you do?" he said with a grin, his loincloth already being removed by the other gnolls that had joined in the fun.
In short time he was surrounded by manly bliss, all rubbing and stroking over his body with no need for permission, the scent Dee's half sheathed erection all the signal they needed to have their way with him. His question was rhetorical since he'd done this so many times before, and all the gnolls knew it. In no time Dee was on his knees at the center of the circle of gnolls, all half hard by now and eager to penetrate the coyote in one end or the other. The scent of their unwashed crotches surrounded Dee's head as they pressed in to rub their uncut dicks over his headfur and ears, some probing for his muzzle while others smeared slimy sheath-funk over his cheeks and ears. The cock Dee slipped his maw over belonged to a particularly filthy gnoll, judging by the taste of his sweaty unwashed member and the sudden gush of piss that met his tongue once his lips sealed around the gnoll's shaft.
Hot strong piss burst from the corner of his lips as he fellated the half hard shaft, soon joined by hot streams of hyena urine from the other's standing around the kneeling coyote, completely saturating his fur with wonderfully brackish piss. Dee often wondered if they saved it all up for him or if they could just do that on command, but either way he wasn't complaining... it tasted good and he loved being marked. Some piss splashed over his nose when he was breathing in and instantly flooded his nostrils with the burning eye watering scent of gnoll urine, trumping all the sensations he was experiencing for a few moments. The hot streams finally began subsiding and the cocks grinding his fur grew firmer and slimier at the tips, all needing to be in some part of the coyote very soon.
With his maw still clamped around the dirty gnoll's cock, Dee shifted up into a bent-over position with his tail flagged high up his back, an offering his well used pink tailhole to any and all. Within no time a warm uncut dick mushed between his cheeks and ground hard against the coyote's protesting pucker, which was stretched enough to take the gnoll without much pain, but tight enough to still be of some use. Dee did his best to press back against the intruding member but the lack of lube made it difficult to take. His only option was to just relax the best he could and enjoy the thick crotchfur surrounding his nose while the gnoll behind rammed him forward into the disgusting gnoll's loins in front of him. The coyote steadied himself by holding his paws on the gnoll's hips to take some strain off his neck when he was pushed forward. This didn't last too long since the thrusting became much smoother once the gnoll's copious precum lubed his rump up.
The others began to paw themselves slowly at the spectacle of a piss soaked yote being spit-roasted, that and the idea that they would soon get a turn. Dee breathed deeply through his nose since his muzzle was full of thick hyena cock, snuffling in the thick sweaty musk of gnoll crotch and did his best to clench around the thick gnoll shaft spreading his rear. He could feel wet splatters of seed land in his fur from a few gnolls who could not resist going all the way, adding to the musky scent of being marked. The raunchy hyena filling Dee's muzzle hunched over and held the coyote's head buried into his crotch while a gush of thick salty cum shot down his throat, nearly choking the smaller canine with his gobs of seed. Nearly on queue the gnoll going to town on the yote's rump loosed his river of seed into the depths of Dee's rear.
Just as soon as the last glob of hot cum splurted into his rear and onto his tongue, both openings were unplugged and then quickly filled again by two more eager gnolls, each using the previous user's cum as lube. He loved the taste of their cum mixing with the sweat and piss from their foreskin and tongued into them whenever he got the chance so he could lick out the funk. He had a thing for licking and exploring the sweaty interior of dirty sheaths, and indulged in this kink as often as he could manage.
Over the next hour or so, each gnoll got to deposit his seed either in or on the frisky coyote, leaving him with the rank scent of sex and piss marinated into his fur. Dee layed there on the locker room floor panting to regain his breath, a silly content grin spread over his muzzle as he enjoyed the afterglow of a very satisfying gangfucking. His tailhole oozed the combined seed of at least 6 gnolls, and his belly protested the liquid that he had swallowed. After a few moments of rest and reflection, he got up and shuffled off to the shower as well. Reluctantly he washed off the thick stench of gnoll piss and uncleanliness from his fur. The gnolls had all cleaned up and gathered their gear by then, leaving Dee in peace to recover. As a group they were all alphas, but alone in their quarters they had a tendency to be all subby and needy. This was yet another reason the coyote loved servicing them. He had more than his share of chances to bust a nut in those tight black tailholes.
Once the majority of the funk was washed from his fur, he dried himself off and picked up his bucket of cleaning tools and made his way back up to the kitchen. Dinner would be past by now but the job of cleaning it all would take a few helpers late into the night. On his way back up to the kitchen, he was stopped by a burly lion who he'd come to know well over the years. "Hey...uhh...wow... been down in the showers again haven't you" he said, snickering at the unmistakable scent of gnoll that still emanated from the coyote's soft tan fur. "Heh, yeah... you know I get that itch more times than not" Dee responded, hoping the loincloth covered the gooey moistness that had leaked from under his tail. "I've got a favor to ask, general Torgon has returned and he's asked for you specifically to help him out. It seems your reputation has preceded you yet again".