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Having an appreciation for the finer things in life wasn't limited to just the affluent or royalty, but one particular king of the jungle had tastes that were every bit as interesting as they were opulent.

"Getting tired yet?" asked Nbowa, as he shifted his rump gently against the spine of not a couch, but an otter beneath him. He was busy reading through an article on his computer, and it turned out that Rivard was just the right height to act as a chair for the engrossed lion.

He didn't offer much back support, but Nbowa found the curve of the otter's spine to be rather comfortable under his backside, and with one leg kicked up over the other, his footpaw dangled just in front of the otter's muzzle; he didn't need any instruction to know what to do about that. The only reason he wasn't quicker to respond to Nbowa's query was the fact that his tongue was still gliding back and forth over the small ridges between the lion's pawpads.

"I feel like I'm just getting started," Rivard suggested, even if his body was starting to grow a little weary. He didn't want to disappoint a dominant party so early, and though he wasn't quick to admit it, part of his exhaustion was the diversion of blood flow, as his cock throbbed against the front of his jeans. "Are you enjoying your treatment?"

"I've had better," Nbowa replied casually, knowing that Rivard would appreciate a curt response more than actual praise. "But I have to imagine that my paws are just about clean, by now. Thanks for saving me a little time."

"My pleasure," Rivard admitted, as his heavy, rudder tail gave a quick sway. "It's nice to be appreciated, honestly...feels like I can't do anything right for Exile anymore. Nothing I do for him is ever good enough!"

"Some people are just harder to please," Nbowa explained. "Besides, he's more of a switch than a top. I don't think he appreciates a good submissive like I do."

Rivard thinned his lips a little bit at the thought. "You're probably right. I guess I'm just getting sick of his ego," the otter admitted, as the stark locks of green upon his head sunk into his view just slightly. "He thinks he's so damn great, but...I'm special too, y'know?"

"You're something, all right."

Nbowa rolled his eyes just a little bit. The lion was drawing near to the end of his article as he adjusted his leg back, setting his moistened paw down upon the floor once again. Even though he was already settled in his leisurely red shorts and a plain t-shirt, he was expecting company, and reading the article was only a means of killing time until they arrived.

The timing couldn't have been better, as a familiar, heavy knocking came against the front door of Nbowa's home.

"If you wanna make a better impression on him, now would be a good time to start," Nbowa assured the worried otter, as he stood upright off of Rivard's back and stretched his own. "Mnnng... man, I'm gonna have to use you as a chair more often! I could get used to that!"

Though Rivard felt a pulse of delight run through his crotch at the thought, he kept it to himself and nodded timidly in reply. He waited for Nbowa to exit the bedroom before obediently following, and just from the sight of the piercingly blue eyes on the other side of the door, he knew who the company was.

It seemed fitting that Exile would make his way out to the lion's house that evening, especially with Rivard hanging around. "Did you assholes miss me, or what?" the hybrid called out, as Nbowa finally came to open the screen door for his guest.

"Only as much as someone can miss a trash panda," Nbowa replied, as the pair shared a quick embrace. "I was starting to wonder if you were going to make it over this evening! You sure cut it close."

"I like taking my time when the roads are that slick," Exile mentioned. "Figure you'd rather I get here alive than not at all."

The moment the embrace ended, Rivard lifted a paw and tried to wave playfully at Exile...

...But all he got in return was a gentle slap against the face, as the tired huscoon marched through the kitchen and into the living room to set down his things. "Outta the way, otter bitch!" he chided, and as Rivard leaned against the counter and cradled his face, Nbowa thought to act...but instead, he only made a mental note of the moment, as he escorted the abused otter out to the living room and sat him down on the couch.

"Figure you'd probably like a drink after dealing with all of that traffic," Nbowa pointed out, as Exile sat down upon the loveseat and spread his legs wide, getting as comfortable as the furniture would allow. "Got a taste for anything?"

"Something strong," Exile briskly replied. "But...kinda sweet, too."

The lion turned on his heel and slipped back into the kitchen, having a cocktail in mind that Exile might not appreciate when all was said and done.

In the living room, the eager hybrid already had his eyes on the submissive otter, and knowing just how rough Exile had been with him in the past, Rivard gulped down a ball of nerves and tried his best to smile, even as he trembled just a little bit in his chair.

"You know...holiday travel always stresses me the hell out," Exile admitted, as he narrowed his eyes on Rivard. The otter knew that he was nothing more than a target for the hybrid's frustrations, but he didn't think that Exile would be in such a rush to get the action started. When they met, some kind of sexual contact seemed inevitable, but Exile wasted no time in hopping up from the comfortable couch and marching over to the seated otter, who didn't have a chance to move before the huscoon knocked his chair over.

Still sitting in it, Rivard was sent tumbling to the floor gracelessly, and he crashed against the hardwood with a series of heavy thumps, as the chair followed him. He winced his eyes shut and trembled once again as Exile stood over him, and even though Nbowa could see what was going on from the kitchen, he didn't intervene. He minded the drinks instead as Exile hastily pulled his belt off and dropped his jeans, tugging the boxers right down with them and exposing his member, all in one fluid, rapid motion.

"Mind helping me blow off a little bit of that stress, otter?"

Nbowa was rolling his eyes all over again at the pun, but Rivard was too nervous to give a proper reaction. Even soft, Exile sported an impressive length, and the otter was torn between his twisted arousal and genuine fear as Exile knelt down to the floor and gripped Rivard around the neck with both paws. He straddled the poor otter's face and leaned over, giving Rivard nowhere to go, and with his neck pinned, he could only sit and wait as Exile dangled his member over the end of his muzzle.

Legs spread a little wider with each passing second, until Exile's member gently pressed upon Rivard's lips. Part of him wanted to try and resist, but the pleaser within simply wouldn't allow it. His lips spread easily to Exile's advance, and as he lowered his hips further, the otter could actually feel Exile's cock growing stiffer inside of the warm, welcoming confines of his maw. It was a grand and unique experience, as the hybrid mass of canine and raccoon flesh grew thicker and fuller, until Rivard barely had room to breathe.

With a pair of paws clenched tightly around his neck, he was already struggling with that, and his own cock was pressing to the front of his jeans with such force that it was downright painful.

"Jeez, it's barely even halfway in! What are you struggling so hard for?!" Exile chided the poor otter, barely giving him time to adjust before hips dropped and slammed forward, pounding the head of his member right down into Rivard's throat. The otter was struggling before that, but he openly gagged around the full girth of the huscoon as it swabbed his tonsils. The sound of the coughing was nearly drowned out, but with just a quick turn of the head, Nbowa could see everything that was going on, and his interested was peaked to the point that he almost forgot to add the secret ingredient to Exile's eggnog.

Saliva dripped down from the corners of Rivard's muzzle as he did everything he could not to black out, but his eyes were already lidding over slightly, prompting Exile to pull back just enough to give the gasping otter a full breath. His mouth was gaping wide as it sucked in fresh air, but it truly was just an instant, as Exile drove his hips down again and stuffed the otter's mouth back to capacity. "I mean, don't get me wrong; I know I'm big, but I think you're just tryin' to flatter me!"

Even in the middle of such a depraved act, Exile couldn't turn off his arrogant attitude, and if he were more inclined, Rivard might have tried to do something about it, but he was too shameless not to enjoy being throat-fucked so intensely.

With barely a breath to give, Rivard wished that he was able to contain the quiet, rumbling moan that escaped from the back of his throat. Even his own ears barely registered the sound, but Exile could feel the vibrations traveling up the length of his cock, and immediately, he grinned from ear to ear. "I fucking knew you were enjoying this...such a desperate little slut...not that I can blame you, cause I'm pretty damn hot, but you didn't even try to resist!"

Torn between his frustration with Exile's ego, and his frustration with himself for being so easily taken and turned on by the huscoon, Rivard tried to weasel his paws down to his jeans so that he could release the building pressure on his own flesh, but Exile wouldn't allow it. The hybrid saw paws starting to move and released Rivard's neck, and in the next instant, he slammed his paws down, crushing Rivard's wrists to the floor and keeping them pinned there.

Still barely able to breath around his mouthful of cock, and now, completely trapped to the floor, Rivard worried that he might climax in his jeans without so much as ever being touched.

"I know you pride yourself on being a good little cum slut, but..." Exile trailed off. His voice was hurried and gruff, and though he'd tried to hide his pleasure thus far to keep the otter guessing, that slight change in his tone was just enough to give Rivard a clue, as thick, heated cum began pouring right down his throat and into the top of his stomach. Eyes that were winced with effort flew wide open as Rivard tried to handle the full, excessive load that Exile prepared for him, but as the huscoon climaxed without proper warning, Rivard could barely keep up with the flood of salty-sweet liquid, until it was nearly coming back out of his nostrils.

Nbowa tried to ignore the growing length between his legs as he finished up the eggnog, just in time to see Rivard getting an early preview of just how creamy the drink might be. The only respite of air came after Exile was almost fully drained, but with a terrible, sadistic grin, the hybrid pulled his hips back and dangled his length just out of Rivard's reach, while the last slow, oozing drops of his seed spilled down onto the otter's muzzle. Trails of the mess were flowing between his eyes and over his cheeks as Exile literally painted the submissive creature, and just like that, his unwavering resolve to stand up to Exile and his arrogant attitude was completely shattered.

"...I see you two wasted no time getting reacquainted," Nbowa muttered, after clearing his throat to get their attention. "Don't suppose you'd like that drink now, Exile?"

"Barely even worked up a sweat...but I'll happily take it," Exile said, his voice broken up by a couple of short, dry pants as he reached out to take the glass.

Rivard was barely conscious after being so fully used, but even he could see what was coming next as Exile took his first sip from the glass...