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In all of his years knowing Exile and Nbowa, Rivard learned more things than he could rightly remember.

He learned a lot about himself, as a person. He came to realize just how much of an appreciation he had for the darker side of pleasure, and further still, the way that he enjoyed being abused and passed around by those who could satisfy his twisted needs.

He also learned, as he watched a gulp of tainted eggnog bulge in Exile's throat, that you should never take a drink from anyone if you didn't see exactly what they put into it.

Cum was starting to settle into Rivard's fur after his brutal face-fucking, it was the liquid that was coursing down into Exile's gullet that was of greater note at the moment.

"Aaaah... damn, not bad! Got a bit of a kick to it, too!" Exile complimented the lion on his drink making skills, as he felt the slow, gentle burn of the alcohol in the eggnog, following the delightful sweetness it carried. "Sure hits the spot after giving a whiny little bitch like Rivard what he's got coming to him."

Nbowa wasn't sure how much longer he could sit by and listen to Exile bragging about his mistreatment of the submissive otter. Even if he knew that Rivard was enjoying himself, it was starting to grind on the lion to see the otter treated that way, and even if that wasn't the case, his patience with Exile's ego was running on fumes.

It was lucky that he was one step ahead of the arrogant hybrid, and apparently, that Exile's memory was faltering.

His stomach was already turning just a little bit after he drank the tainted eggnog, but the reaction was so quick, he didn't make a connection between the two. He simply thought that his digestive system was reacting poorly to the cheese curds that he picked up on the way out to Nbowa's house, and with a foolish vigor, he took a second swig from the glass, finishing it in just the two gulps he took.

A small mustache of creamy liquid sat just under the edge of Exile's nose, thanks to the rim of the glass. He set it down on the table to his side and finally stood upright, but not before making sure that the underside of his warm, sweaty sack brushed over Rivard's muzzle, hoping to impart his scent on the poor otter and tease him just a little bit longer. "So...what else did we have lined up for the evening, lion?"

"We've got plenty left to do," Nbowa suggested, though he wasn't giving any stronger hints than that. "Even if I think you owe poor Rivard an apology..."

Exile tilted his head a little bit and offered a hearty chuckle. "Ha! ...Oh. You're serious, aren't you?"

"I think it would be a nice show of humility for you, yes."

"Yeah...I don't think that's gonna happen any time soon," Exile protested. If he wasn't already making his way over to the couch, he likely would have squatted right down on the otter's muzzle and put him back to work, but a comfortable seat was calling his name, so he kept on in his path.

It just felt as though it were taking him forever to get there.

"Uh...Nbowa...did your living room get really, really long since the last time I was here?"

"No longer than usual," the lion said. "Perhaps you're just in that bad of shape, after eating nothing but pasta for almost forty days?"

" Very funny," Exile rolled his eyes as he kept walking, but with each step, the couch somehow looked further away, and in a way he couldn't explain, it was getting taller. His brow cocked in confusion, but he continued walking all the same, until his shirt was finally so baggy on his figure that it slipped under his knees, causing him to trip right over it.

WHUD! Exile slammed face first into the carpet with a painful thump, but his mass was barely enough to shake the floor. His eyes were winced shut as he braced for impact, but when they opened, he felt as though he were sinking right into the fibers of the carpet. Bringing a paw before his eyes didn't help matters, as it looked completely normal, but the rest of the room was definitely growing taller around him, and at an alarming rate.

His arms were just barely long enough to poke out of the ends of his sleeves when Nbowa finally stepped over to his shrinking body and picked him up. With a few good, firm tugs, he popped right through the collar of his shirt, slipping right out of the rest of his now proportionally gigantic clothes. "Someone really needs to knock you down a peg, old friend. Rivard has been whining about it for hours, but he's too timid to actually do anything to you...unfortunately for you, I'm not."

Held only by the scruff on the back of his neck, Exile dangled up over the floor, and as Nbowa lifted him, he was nearly stricken with vertigo by the entire world growing massive around him. For the first time, he was actually terrified of Rivard; the otter was titanic in comparison, and even if he was shy and meek, one well placed step would do the huscoon in, no doubt.

"What say we give you a little reminder of your place on the totem pole, hm?"

Exile didn't want to think about what was coming next. It was obvious that Nbowa planned this entire excursion out well in advance, and everything was going according to plan as the otter rolled over to the center of the room, knowing how to play his part in the greater scheme. "Even Rivard could dominate a little critter like you," Nbowa pointed out, as Exile shriveled up just a little bit further. He was just a little bit bigger than a plastic army figurine, meaning that even if it would be a tight squeeze, his body would fit into a number of places that he might not want to go.

An old chastity cage, recently cleaned, was sitting on the kitchen table, and Exile wasn't sure how he missed it in the first place...but he definitely didn't miss it the second go round, as Rivard began hustling out of his jeans. The otter was eager to release his stiff, throbbing member for a bit of relief regardless, but he knew it would be cut short, if the lion had his way...and the lion always got his way.

"You didn't seem to mind getting intimate with Rivard earlier...this'll be a little different, but I think you'll get used to it pretty quickly," Nbowa made his plans a bit more obvious, as he held the wiggling, flailing huscoon and tossed him into the end cap of the chastity cage. Pressed under the thumb of the devious lion, Exile had no hope of escape as he was carried over to Rivard, and without so much as a word, the otter rolled onto his side once again, letting his cock fall prey to a cage that would be painfully tight in his current state.

"Wait a minute! Let's...let's talk this over, guys!" Exile protested in a high pitched squeak, one that the other two could scarcely hear. His voice stayed proportionate to his size, and even when he screamed at the top of his lungs, they barely knew that he was talking.

His every word and plea was ignored regardless, as Nbowa forced the end of the toy onto Rivard's cock and began tightening it into place. Exile was pinned down and smashed into the tip of the otter's plentiful length, and under the tight grip of the cage, he stayed trapped there, even when he felt precum drooling out and sticking right into the small of his back.

It might have been a normal amount for the otter, but it felt like Exile was bathing in the mess, and the cold air that rushed around his body as Rivard was shoved over left him shivering...adding yet another element of pleasure to the happily abused otter. It was just a gentle shove forward, but to Exile, in his smaller state, it was like being thrown over the first hill of a roller coaster, and he was panting with fear when Rivard's body finally came to settle.

Gotta get outta here...gotta sneak outta this thing! the shrunken hybrid thought, but he was without a plan when the movement started all over again. Though Rivard was just being gently rocked by the first teasing thrusts of the lion, Exile was almost nauseated as he felt like he was being tossed around on a ship in the ocean.

"I sure hope you don't mind getting a little messy, Exile," Nbowa spoke. His voice was calm and tempered, but Exile felt like the lion was bearing down on him from every direction as the thunderous sound waves made him flatten his tiny ears. He could already guess what was going on, even if he couldn't see Nbowa pouring a copious amount of lube over the shaft of his cock, and letting a little excess spill into Rivard's tailhole as his rudder lifted obediently. "After that much stimulation, I'd be shocked if Rivard can keep from cumming too much longer!"

A quiet squelch rang through Exile's eardrums as the lion lunged his hips forward and stuffed the tip of his manhood deep into the otter's backside. Inch after inch of thick, domineering flesh pried Rivard open, and with plenty of experience between the two, the otter offered a pitiful amount of resistance. His asshole was quick to gape and give easy access to the lion, who leaned over the submissive otter and swatted fiercely at the round, smooth fur upon his rump.

It would have seemed that Exile was just trapped in a cage, forced to listen to the action, but as Rivard's cock began to adjust to the confinement, it shrunk back a little bit, and the tiny, precum soaked body of the hybrid was able to slide forward. "N-no...no no no..." he protested, quietly panicking as the millimeters piled up, but his footpaws couldn't grip the slippery surface inside of the chastity device, and as Nbowa slammed in hard once again, Rivard's tip slammed into Exile, spilling a fresh burst of precum onto him to keep him nice and slick.

Thin as he was, when Exile slipped and fell backward, he was pinned under the shaft of Rivard's manhood, and with just enough room to move, Exile could barely manage a full breath as Nbowa picked up the pace. Each deep, dominant thrust from the lion shook Rivard to his core, and forced his member to slide forth in the cage, coating Exile in a fresh layer of fluid on each pass and keeping him pinned down to the inside of the cage as the action continued.

"That's it, you little bitch...work my cock...f-fucking milk it!" Nbowa growled deeply into Rivard's ear, leaning over the back of the otter to bite down fiercely on the velvety, smooth flesh of the rim. A quiet squeak was drawn from the poor submissive as fangs nearly pierced flesh, and all the while, another loud, powerful SMACK rang through the living room as scarlet red silhouettes of paws continue to appear on Rivard's ass.

His face was twisted up in absolute bliss, and each spank brought him a little bit closer to an inevitable climax, along with each harsh, probing thrust. His insides were completely stuffed with the lion's cock, and even on his longer strokes, Nbowa never quite pulled all the way out of the tight, welcoming anal passage, opting to keep it gaping around the flesh of his manhood. He loved the sight of it disappearing within the otter, and he knew that Rivard was loving every second of his treatment...

...Most enticing of all, however, he knew that Exile was running out of time. Precum grew more and more plentiful as Rivard whimpered and tilted his head back toward Nbowa, who latched on tightly, digging his claws into the otter and biting down fiercely onto the side of his neck. "Ahhhnn... Y-yes, yes! Fucking fill me, Nbowa!" Rivard cried out, as tears welled up in the corners of his eyes. Such a perfect blend of sadistic pain and unreal pleasure was more than the otter could handle, and down below, a poor, tossed huscoon felt his vision aligning, just in time to watch a tidal wave of semen rushing toward him, with nowhere to go.

Exile was completely coated with heated, white seed in an instant, and even after he closed his eyes shut tight and held his breath, he felt like he might drown in the excess. "Such a desperate l-little cumslut..." Nbowa groaned, as his own orgasm finally began to take hold, flooding Rivard's tailhole with a fresh, soothing load of cum. "Better keep it all in there, or I'm gonna m-make you lick it off the fucking floor!"

A plentiful gush of creamy ejaculate spread across Rivard's insides as he gripped the carpet tightly in his paws and held on, squeezing at the base of Nbowa's cock to try and keep any excess from leaking out. He knew he'd fail, but he knew how much the lion would love such a treatment, as well, and he had to make sure Nbowa knew how much he appreciated what he'd done for him.

After all, Exile was finally learning a lesson about humility, as the otter's own yield began to ooze out of the small gaps near the bottom of the cage, and the tiny eyelet in the front. It was just a bit too narrow for Exile to pass through, but just narrow enough to keep him from having to drink his way out of a literally sticky situation.

"Y-you think...think he's learn his lesson?" Rivard asked, looking back over his shoulder at Nbowa with a grateful, silly smile.

Much to his surprise, the lion shook his head. "Not even close," he replied casually. "How many times has he beaten your ass literally black and blue?"

"I...I've kinda lost count."

"Then let's keep going," Nbowa said, "Until we lose count, too."

Shuddering in the cage at such a prospect, and having no chance of escape, Exile tried to wade his way through the river of mess, hoping that he might find an escape route before the pair started up again.

The otter's cock knocked him right back over with a sudden, jerking thrust, leaving Exile to do little more than hope and pray that they'd run out of steam before the holidays were over.