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It was early morning. Too early to do anything useful, but the sun made it clear people should be up. It was summer, the hottest time of the year, and with that came long, long days of sweltering sunlight that began in the early hours of the morning and didn't fade until the late evening.

One such Red Panda, a colourful mix of brown, red and white, with two small red horns, was sleeping peacefully between the mass of his sheets, and was inevitably stirred by a small fraction of light that filtered in through the curtains by a small, tiny crack. The ray of sunshine landed perfectly square over the Red Panda's eyes, and the bright light was enough to make him roll over, and his senses begin to stir. After a moment, he opened his eyes and was greeted by the dingy exterior of his apartment.

He should be a clean freak. He know he should, especially given his line of work, but part of him didn't care to keep the place tidy. Half of the time, he didn't even sleep here, so why should he make it look presentable? Slowly, the Red Panda rolled out of bed, groggily meandering his way through the dirt laundry littered across the floor and into his bathroom: a small, cramped little room just off of the main 'lobby', as it were.

Same shit; different day. That was the general consensus amongst the mixed populace of anthropomorphic animals and humans, but for the Red Panda, that 'same shit' was always a welcome sight amongst the dreary, humdrum life that most lead. He stared at himself in the mirror, his eyes scanned over his feminine features, from the effeminate face down to the slender collarbone and below. He was looking good, or at least he thought so. He reached up to smooth down his auburn hair, but it was a futile effort regardless. He'd be having a shower, anyway.

He turned to turn on the hot tap of his cramped little shower, and then stepped into it, letting the warm water run down his body, whilst it lasted. His small little bedsit never seemed to hold hot water for long, and he chalked it down to a scapegoat of a landlord. But, considering the Red Panda paid his way in sex, he didn't have any right complain for what was given to him, even if he didn't like showering in the cold.

Regardless, he knew he had a few minutes of sweet warm bliss, and he was going to make the most of it. His hand drifted lower down his body, dragging over his fine curves and supple frame, over to those wide, feminine hips, slinking over his thigh towards the inner flesh between his legs. He gently drifted his hand up, coaxing his fingers under the bare package. He was needy, and he knew it.

Morning wood was always a welcome sight, even if he was usually too groggy to deal with it. On occasion, he had someone to do it for him, but today it was just for himself. He wrapped his hands around his throbbing member and gave it a firm squeeze, a small sigh escaping his mouth as he rolled the foreskin over the smooth, sensitive glans. He rolled his eyes back and slowly tugged his cock back and forth, delighting in the gentle sensations that slithered up his spine.

His hand quickened, and with that came the exertion. He leant against the wall, closing his eyes as he felt the warm water running over him. His hand furiously bucked back and forth over his cock like it had a mind of it's own, and his thoughts drifted to that of the impure: he imagined the rugged, beastly nature of a man looming over him, making use of him as he pleased, and his imagination flickered to the gentle, warm touch of a caring individual, and even to the immature, inexperienced grip of someone much, much younger.

It was enough for him to think about these things. Some people might not be able to pleasure themselves to just their imagination, but for the Red Panda, he had more than enough 'material' up his sleeve to last a lifetime. A small groan escaped his lips as he quivered, rolling his fingers over the head of the glans. He was close, and he knew it.

He slowly leant forwards as a weak, effeminate grunt escaped his lips, and a gooey splatter of cum shot from the end of his member, hitting the see-through plastic wall of the shower and dribbling down, a reminder of the time spent in the shower. He came, over and over, shooting string after string that accompanied the initial gooey spurt, and his breath came out in hot, tempered pants.

He eventually drew his head back and reached up to wipe the auburn hair from his eyes, a shuddering sigh escaping his lips. That had felt just too good, but it left him tired and achy, even if he had woken him up a little.

He stepped out of the shower, assuming that he was sufficiently clean now, and dried himself off as he stepped back through into the bedsit apartment he was letting. His eyes flicked to the clock and groaned at the sight, realising it was 9am, and no later. He normally liked to sleep in a little, but perhaps that wasn't the best idea. He had work to do, after all.

The Red Panda wasn't your ordinary, typical slut who made ends meet via sex. He had a lot more brewing within his body. Firstly, his name was Viperious. Secondly, he was an Incubus.

As he was getting dressed, he pondered upon his work for the day. He had a variety of different suggestions at his disposal, and a number of contacts he could rely upon to get the job done, as it were, but he felt as if he wanted a change of pace, at least for today. However, he felt a gurgling in his stomach, and realised he was probably better off finding something to eat, first. He knew his fridge was empty, but he had an idea of where he could get something.

He dressed himself in relatively basic clothes: a pair of loose, loose shorts, and a simply hoodie over his slender frame, discarding all need for underwear of T-Shirts, as he would probably have them off anyway. He stepped out the door, locking it behind him and wandering his way down the hall, descending the steps of the apartment complex, and out into the world below.

He could never get enough of Overworld: the bright sun shining above, the way that people went about their business with all the happiness in the world, and just how sweet and malleable each and every one of them was. He wished he could live here permanently, and by all accounts he was, but he did have to report back at the end of every month. Luckily for him, he was quick and meeting his quota, and it was only the start of the month, so he had every opportunity to have a bit of fun.

Viperious didn't come from this world, but instead a much different place called the Netherworld, joined to this world only by a string of magic. Well, that wasn't strictly true: he heralded from the Overworld originally, but he was kidnapped and taken to the Netherworld when he was young. In his 'new' homeland, the surface was completely inhospitable, making life difficult. They all lived underground and barely had the technology or education to get by. Viperious had been unlucky enough to be enrolled in the Civil Servant programme against his will, allowing him to live in Overworld to do his job: collect semen.

It would have been a rather peculiar request to most people, but to Viperious, it was only part of the job. He understood why: they had recently made a major breakthrough in Life Magic, a raw form of arcane knowledge that was based upon the principle of sex. Unfortunately, simply fornicating wasn't enough: they needed the essence, too. An otherworldly 'nectar', as it were, provided to be ten times as potent as their own seed, and it seemed to magically make everything work back in their home-world, but the cost of upkeep meant that thousands of Civil Servants lived in overworld, collecting jars of semen to deliver to their boss at the end of each month. It was an odd job, but someone had to do it.

Viperious honestly loved the work. Whilst having to collect the semen was something rather difficult, especially given some of the kinks and fetishes people had, he found the sex to be exhilarating, to say the least. Being able to easily coerce and manipulate almost any stranger on the street into some rough, wild antics made for a rather exciting lifestyle. He thought that that kind of behaviour only existed in the Netherworld, but he was quickly beginning to realise that he could get almost anything he wanted by pulling the right sexual strings.

One such example was his current destination: a spacious corner shop not too far from where he lived. It took him only a few minutes walk to get there, and he stepped in through the front door to find it notably rather empty. Not that there wasn't any shelves or items to buy, but that there were little to no customers in. That was no real surprise, given how early it was.

"Viper...so nice to see you." Something hissed from his right, and the Red Panda turned his head to settle his eyes on his destination: Guzzior.

Guzzior was a Brown-scaled 'feral' Dragon, with the body type of that of the mythological creature. He was, primarily, a quadruped, but he wasn't very big. In fact, nearly all Overworld Dragons were around the size of your average human, which had been a rather confusing sight when Viperious first laid their eyes on them. His own King back in the Netherworld, Drandar Futt, is an Elder Dragon of vast size and intellect, and much stronger in comparison to the Dragons found in the other world. Whilst Guzzior, and other Dragons like him, had soft and gentle scales, the ones in the Netherworld had scales that were rough and hard to the touch.

"Guz. It's a pleasure, as always." Viperious sported a cheeky grin as he wandered his way up to the counter, leaning over it to give the Dragon a lidded expression. Guzzior didn't seem too pleased, sitting on his haunches behind the counter, snorting through his nostrils.

"What might I interest you in today, then?" The Dragon muttered, narrowing his eyes to slits. The 5 foot tall Red Panda held his hands up defensively, but still sported that same cheeky, knowing smile that made the Dragon feel unsettled.

"Well, I'm kinda hungry, y'know..." Viperious began, and the Dragon seemed to understand, to the point where he even looked momentarily embarrassed.

"W...Not here. People might..." He began, but the Red Panda seemed to have his mind set. He was already rounding the counter as the Dragon spluttered with a nervous disposition, but it was far too late. Viperious slinked underneath the Dragon's chin with a lidded gaze, stroking along under his chin as he ducked down beneath the counter.

Most Dragons in the Overworld seemed to have some sense of decency, and Guzzior was no different. Very few clothes were made for Dragons, simply because there was no need for them, but Guzzior was kind enough to give a spacious pair of elastic boxer shorts over his crotch and rump, at least giving him some dignity. Viperious, however, didn't seem to care much for the clothing on the Dragon's body, sliding a hand underneath the fabric and stroke the smooth scales beneath. His fingertips were inevitably greeted to the soft, gentle feeling of a warm slit, and a grin spread across his face.

"Nnh. Viper, you can't..." Guzzior began nervously, glancing around the shop and noticing some people beginning to slowly make their way to the counter. He anxiously peered down to stare at the Red Panda, who was already sliding the boxers down as far as they could go, his fingers expertly spreading the slit between his ring and index finger, using his middle finger to stroke the pink, sensitive flesh between.

Guzzior seemed to try his best to remain professional, aiding the customers and charging for the items they purchased, but Viperious didn't seem to care about that as his middle finger slowly pressed and pushed into the warm slit, feeling the tightness squeezing down around his digit. He paused and waited, and smirked in satisfaction when he felt nothing coming to his finger.

"Feeling a little submissive today, are we?" Viperious chimed from beneath the Dragon, who gave him a wide-eyed expression, looking rather embarrassed, but excited at the same time. Viperious knew what he wanted, and he was going to give it to him. Slowly, Guzzior raised his back legs up, giving the Red Panda enough room to slide the shorts down and coax the tail through it's designated hole, tugging the shorts down to the Dragon's feet, and allowing him to step out of them. Viperious's gaze lingered on the Dragon's package, licking his lips at the sight before him. Guzzior was a little different to most Dragons he knew, in that his balls were external, and they were also rather sizeable. He couldn't get enough of them, but his eyes were set on a different prize, for now.

The Red Panda slowly slipped his way underneath the reptile's body, positioning himself just right as he unbuttoned his shorts to set his member free, already at full mast, and eagerly twitching. Guzzior glanced down, briefly, to make sure everything was in the right place, before he began to lower himself.

Viperious made no mistake: he knew that Guzzior was a male, but he also knew that the Dragon could be a total switch as well. Sometimes he was rather dominant and even a little rough, and other times he was embarrassed and submissive. Viperious wasn't sure which side of the Dragon he liked more, but he was certain he loved both of them, at the very least. His eyes glinted with mischief as he watched the slit slowly lowering itself down, further and further, until the entrance was lining right up with Viperious's throbbing cock.

He pushed himself up as the squatting Dragon lowered himself, and Viperious set out a small sigh, grinning to himself. Guzzior's slit was snug and tight, and it was just the way he liked it. He could feel the Dragon quivering against him, shuddering and trying to do his best not to moan. He could hear a customer talking overhead, and the Red Panda tried not to giggle. He didn't want to give away his position.

Slowly, he reached up, placing his hands down against the Dragon's wide, feral hips as he planted his feet onto the cold floor. He gripped and thrust upwards, sinking all 7 inches of his humanoid member deep into the Dragon's slit. He could feel every muscle clenching and squeezing down against his cock, and he had to bit his lip to stop himself from groaning. It was almost like fucking someone's vagina, but it was a lot, lot tighter.

As he thrust and hump into the Dragon's slit, he could feel the wetness of something seeping around his cock, making his thrusts all the more easier. He knew exactly what it was: pre-cum, and not his own, either. He knew Guzzior's cock was hiding somewhere deep inside that slit, and he knew the Dragon was getting terribly aroused.

"A...Alright, they're gone." The Dragon muttered from up above, and Viperious glanced up at him with a cheeky grin. He slowly leant up, planting a sweet, small kiss onto the Dragon's stomach as he sped up his thrusts, huffing and panting against the Feral's body. His hips bucked wildly as his balls slapped up against the slit, feeling the Dragon's own hefty nuts swaying mere inches from his own.

He could hear the Dragon panting and moaning above him, and that made their sex all the more sweeter. The Dragon's toes curled against the floor as Viperious rocked his hips, sinking his cock deep into that slit over and over, hitting all the right places as the muscles clamped and squeezed, milking his cock as much as it could. The air was filled with their hot groaning, coupled with the wet, sticky sounds of the member sliding back and forth.

As Viperious thrust, he began to feel something else: something much, much warmer around his member, and something a lot wetter, as well. He didn't have to wait long to find out what it was: his eyes flicked down to the slit and stared, wide-eyed, as he saw the trickle of a clear fluid seeping from the slit's entrance, dribbling down between Viperious legs and forming a pool beneath them. He knew what it was: urine. The liquid was almost scalding hot, but the sickly warmth made the Red Panda groan.

"S-Shit. I--" Guzzior realised his mistake and felt a flush of embarrassment washing over him, but it was quickly halted by the Red Panda's sudden, powerful thrusts into his tight passage. He let out a small little gasp and pushed his own hips down, shuddering with a desperate, yearning need. The trickle of fluids just kept going, but Viperious didn't care, thrusting through the urine as he felt his pleasure building and building.

"Gonna..." The Red Panda let out a strained grunt, leaning up and putting all of his power into the few final, desperate thrusts, feeling the Dragon's inner muscles squeezing as hard as they can. A harsh moan of pure bliss escaped the femboy's lips as his cock pulsed, shooting a thick string of sticky seed into the Dragon's insides, pumping his load deep into his most intimate areas.

"Ooh fuck..." Guzzior mumbled to himself, closing his eyes for a moment as he settled down against the Red Panda's crotch. Viperious panted tiredly below him, leaning up to stroke the underbelly, caressing those soft, gentle scales.

"So uh, about that food..." Viperious began, and he heard the Dragon snort in amusement.

"Take what you want." He muttered. With a grin, the Red Panda slipped himself out from below the Dragon, brushing himself down as he tried his best to clean himself up. He grabbed a few paper towels from underneath the counter, wiping his crotch and slipping his shorts back on.

"Thanks, babe." He reached up to plant a kiss on the Dragon's cheek, and Guzzior grumbled in response. Viperious made his way back around the counter and scooped up a sandwich and a drink from the chilled section, as well as a couple of chocolate bars.

"C...Come back soon, okay?" Guzzior mumbled quietly, and Viperious paused on his way out, quirking an eyebrow at the Dragon.

"Aww, you gonna miss me, big guy?" He quipped, leaning over the counter and slide a hand under the Dragon's chin, stroking him affectionately for a brief moment.

"I'm gonna breed you until you can't walk later." Guzzior snarled under his breath, feeling the heat rise to his face.

"I look forward to it," Viperious chimed, sticking out his tongue. "Catch ya later."

The Red Panda stepped into into the warm sunlight and peeled open the packet for the sandwiches, taking a hearty bite out of them. He didn't have an agenda today, but stopping by the see the Dragon later might prove useful. He might not look it, but Guzzior could cum a lot under the right circumstances, filling a good portion of Viperious's quota for the month. It was one of the reasons why he kept the Dragon around. That, and he was adorable.

He knew he should work, but part of him was feeling exceptionally lazy, and with that came the temptation of procrastination. He knew he could fill the quota for the month rather easily, so there was surely nothing wrong with taking a little time off to enjoy himself. With that, he set out for the one place he was enjoying more and more often: the arcade.

Viperious wouldn't have normally pegged himself as the kind of guy to enjoy fun and games, but the rather glittering, dimly-lit interior with a variety of bright neon lights and other things often drew his attention, but he knew to handle his money well in those kinda of places, else he might end up going out of pocket. It wasn't as if he even had a lot of money to begin with, usually. He made his way towards the pier, which is typically where the street of various arcades resided, chewing thoughtfully on a sandwich as he went.

He took a right turn at the pier and stared down the street at the row of arcades lined up, each one of them thumping with dance music and glittering with bright lights, even in the daytime. The streets were already beginning to fill up around the pier as people made their way towards the beach. Viperious knew it was going to be busy, but he was still prepared to enjoy himself regardless. After crossing the street, he made his way into the closest one, generically named 'The Fun House'.

It didn't have it's name for nothing, however, and was notably one of the larger arcades on the 'strip'. It stretched far into the back with a variety of different machines, from racing games to skill cranes, and rail shooters to coin waterfalls. Viperious was momentarily mesmerised, before his eyes centred on something that caught his eye, amongst the various other people inside the arcade.

He saw a pair of young boys, and that made him rather confused. He could understand if they were tourists, but the two of them had backpacks on their back, giving the Red Panda the impression that they were meant to be at school. Truancy was a rather common thing, he was certain, but for them to come to the arcade? They definitely had some balls, and that was rather tantalising.

It was hard to make them out in the dim light, so Viperious got closed, getting a good luck at the two of them. They seemed to be primarily Husky, or Akita, or at least some sort of mix of them, with slender boyish bodies and a rather happy-go-lucky exterior. Their fur was a rich mixture of auburn red, cream, and white. He grinned at the two of them: they were near-identical, and he presumed for them to be twins. They looked no older than 11, which only tantalised Viperious further. One thing was for certain: he didn't discriminate.

"Skipping school, are we boys?" Viperious quipped as he slipped into a standing position near them, leaning against the skill crane machine they were playing on. The two of them froze up and stared at Viperious, wide-eyed, before they giggled at one-another, their tails wagging.

"You think we are from here?" One of them quipped excitedly, and Viperious caught the kid's heavy Russian inflections, and realised quite quickly that the two boys were tourists, and it appeared to be from a far-off land, to say the least. However, the two of them didn't even look remotely offended: in fact, they seemed quite happy to be considered 'part of the team', so to speak.

"Oh-- you're not from here?" Viperious pretended to be surprised and shocked, and the two pups excitedly wiggled against one-another, his tails wagging and batting against one-another.

"Nyea." One of them chimed, and Viperious could only assume that probably meant 'No'. A smile spread across the Red Panda's face.

"Well, what's your names, huh?" He asked them, and they glanced to each other, looking momentarily wary. They seemed to know it was not a good idea to speak to strangers, but they seemed far too excited to dwell on it for long.

"I am Nicolai," The one on the left spoke. "And he is Viktor."

Viperious tried his best to tell the difference between the two, and the pair of them seemed to awkwardly grin, realising he was squinting at the pair of them.

"He, ah..." Nicolai began. "His ear."

Viperious frowned for a moment, before he finally noticed the small chip on the tip of Viktor's right ear. He nodded and grinned down at the pair of them, who smiled back up at him.

"I see," The Red Panda grinned back at them. "Where're your parents, then?"

"At the beach." Viktor chimed in, and his brother gave him a sharp elbow in the ribs. Whilst they might have been forthcoming with their names, it appeared that Nicolai had a little more sense than his twin brother, who seemed more than happy to forgo even the most private information.

"Oh, I see." Viperious tried to make himself look too odd to them: he didn't want for them to get the wrong impression, so he tried to be as relaxed and as friendly as possible.

"Well...are you two enjoying yourself?" He asked them, and the two exchanged a rather sad grimace, which made Viperious curious. He gestured for them to spit it out, and they sighed to each other.

"Ah...our Mat' i Otets," Nicolai spoke rather cryptically in Russian. "They don't have a lot of, uh...'Den'gi'? Money?"

"Oh. You spent your allowance?" Viperious guessed, and the two nodded in response. He felt bad for them, he truly did: he was sure it wasn't nice running out of spending money on what was, effectively, your holiday. He smiled down at the two of them apologetically, and they hung their heads.

"Well, I might have a way that you can earn some money. If you want to, that is." Viperious quipped. He didn't have a lot of money, but he was certain that whatever he had in his pocket would be enough for the pair of them. The two exchanged a rather worried look to one-another, and stepped away for a moment to whisper and discuss the situation. Viperious certainly wasn't going anywhere, so he waited, patiently, for them to finish. They returned a couple of minutes later, anxiously fidgeting.

"Da. Okay." Nicolai spoke for the pair of them, and Viperious grinned rather happily, pleased they were co-operating.

"Alright. Come on, let's, uh, find somewhere quiet." He suggested, coaxing a finger as he lead them through the arcade towards the back. The deeper in they moved, the less and less people they saw, until it was almost virtually empty in the far reaches of the arcade, beneath the dim lights. He gestured them into the corner where it was the darkest, and they nervously followed, standing in the corner and anxiously fidgeting.

"Alright, let's begin. Uh...first of all, I should ask: do either of you need to pee?" Viperious questioned quietly beneath the thumping music, and the two of them looked to each other. Viktor nervously raised his hand, and Viperious grinned in response.

Slowly, the Red Panda got onto his knees and opened his mouth, pointing to it. Viktor didn't seem to understand at first, before his brother murmured something in Russian to his twin brother. Viktor's eyes widened and he shot a glance at Nicolai, who shrugged and gestured for him to get on with it. The two didn't seem to be as naive as they appeared, or at the least, knew the kind of things they'd be getting up to. Anxiously, Viktor prized open his shorts, and the loose waistline made them easily fall around his ankles, leaving him in his tight little briefs. Viperious could barely keep himself together as he watched those small, underage hands pulling the briefs down to tuck underneath his tiny, furry balls. The 11 year old canine had a cute little humanoid member with a nice, malleable foreskin, which became fairly obvious as the boy peeled back the head enough to expose his urethra. Viktor stood there for a moment, aiming, looking nervous.

After a moment, there came a trickle, which merely dripped from his little cock and onto the floor. Viktor strained and grunted, trying to put more force into it. Eventually, a stream ejected from his small member, and splattered across Viperious's forehead. He angled his head back and caught the rest in his mouth, eagerly gulping down the boy's urine as it travelled in an arc right into his mouth. Nicolai wrinkled his nose and looked away as the Red Panda greedily indulged his deepest desires, letting the boy urinate into his mouth.

It didn't take long for the boy to finish, the steady stream turning into a faint trickle that Viperious tried his best to gulp down. Once it was all over, Viktor tucked his member back into his pants, his cheeks a deep shade of scarlet, and the Red Panda grinned, wiping his forehead from the urine.

"Alright, now uh...I want you two to kiss." He insisted, waiting them with bated breath. The twins exchanged a nervous glance and Viktor shook his head, but Nicolai seemed adamant to make this money, despite the repercussions. Slowly, the canine stepped closer, pressing Viktor up against the wall. Viperious eagerly watched as Nicolai leant his head closer and closer, until their young, inexperienced lips finally met one-another, kissing each other.

Viktor seemed rather against the idea at first, but continued probing from Nicolai's tongue seemed to get him into the idea more and more. Nicolai's hands roamed a little bit as his lips clumsily licked against Viktor's own until, finally, their tongues began to meet in clumsy, sweet kisses. Viktor reached out with his hands to stroke along his twin brother's sides as Nicolai's own greedy mitts groped and stroked along his brother's chest.

"That's it..." Viperious watched, with a raging erection in his pants. This was just too good to pass up on, and he wanted a part of the action. He slowed moved in behind Nicolai, getting down onto his knees again as he tugged down the boy's shorts. Nicolai froze and glanced back at the Red Panda, who simply grinned up at him and gestured for them to continue, to which the Russian pup nervously obliged.

Viperious's hands roamed and stroked the boy's cute little rump, squeezing the plush cheeks through the tight white briefs, making the young boy squirm and writhe a little from the touches, which only made it all the more alluring. Slowly, the Red Panda hooked his fingers into the briefs and slowly began to slide them down, exposing the rump in the dim light as his hands firmly stroked the soft fur. The boys continued to kiss, even despite the femboy's lewd gropings. They were obedient, at least.

Slowly, Viperious spread the boy's cheeks with his thumbs, exposing that cute, pink pucker hidden between his cheeks. Nicolai tensed up again but didn't make any complaints, and the Red Panda was glad for that. He brung his head forward, his mouth inches from the boy's cute ass, before he pressed his lips up against the pink pucker. Nicolai let out a quiet gasp and tensed up again, quivering against the femboy's mouth and he felt the wet, warm tongue suddenly slathering against his underage pucker.

"Chto Eto?" The boy exclaimed in Russian dialect, quivering against Viperious's assault. The Red Panda swirled his tongue around the boy's cute little ass, slathering his pucker in spittle as he slurped in a clockwise motion. He brung his lips back after a moment, grinning toothily up at the boy, who looked momentarily startled.

"Felt good, right?" Viperious quipped, and Nicolai paused, his lower lip wobbling.

"D...Da." He eventually agreed, and the Red Panda looked pleased.

"Viktor," He began. "Jerk off your brother."

Viktor spluttered some sort of expletive, but eventually obliged as Viperious attention returned to Nicolai's small little ass, his tongue swirling against the tight ring again as his thumbs firmly spread the cheeks enough to expose the lovely behind. Viktor's small hand wrapped around his brother's slowly stiffening cock and groped it back and forth, peeling back the foreskin and exposing the glans as Nicolai got harder and harder.

The Russian boy was clearly quite enjoying himself, receiving pleasure from both ends. Viperious was certainly having the time of his life himself, slurping happily on the boy's behind as the cub slowly humped into his brother's hand, letting out small groans of pleasure. He was clearly a little inexperienced with his thrusts, and muttered various words in Russian, sounding a little confused. Regardless, he swam in the delicious pleasure and made no complaints about what Viperious was doing, so the Red Panda kept it up for long as he needed to.

"H-Hnn..." The boy groaned under his breath and leant against his brother, overcome with the humming symphony of pleasure that coursed through his body. The Red Panda relentlessly slurped at that twitching, spasming pucker until the very end: the young pup bucked against his brother's hand and gasped, his body quaking with pure ecstasy. A thick glob of cum drooled from the end of his member, followed by a string that ejected outwards, splattering his brother's bare leg. The rest didn't have similar force, and instead dribbling out half-heartedly, as if the very cock was overcome with the same tiredness as the boy's body.

Nicolai's legs trembled and his knees knocked together, looking altogether exhausted, and a smile played upon Viperious's lips as he brung his head back, smacking his lips together.

"Good boy," Viperious muttered, stroking the boy's smooth bottom as his eyes twinkled up at the boy's twin brother, Viktor. "Now it's your turn."

The Red Panda got to his feet, and started to manhandle the two, swapping their positions around so that Nicolai was resting against the wall. With a gesture, Viperious coaxed the boys into a sitting position at the back. Even whilst sat down and spread out, they were still remarkably unnoticeable. Even if they were spotted, no-one would be dumb enough to intervene, especially kids. Adults might be a different matter entirely.

Viperious got them into a bit of an odd position, or at least, most would say so. The Red Panda sat with young Viktor up against his chest, the pair of them facing Nicolai, who sat opposite them with a curious expression on his face, bewildered at their change of pace.

"Um, why are we sitting like this?" Viktor asked with a hint of confusion in his tone, and Viperious's hand slinked up the boy's stomach, stroking his chest.

"It's your turn to get some pleasure," The Red Panda pointed out, his glaze flicking over to Nicolai. "Go on. Use your feet."

"My...Nogi?" This seemed to be a foreign concept for the young boy, who awkwardly kicked off his sandals as the Red Panda groped Viktor's briefs, before tucking them underneath his balls, exposing his rock hard member, all 4 and a half inches twitching desperately. The young pup shifted uncomfortably as Nicolai's 4-toed, padded feet slowly came forwards.

Viperious studied the two with a certain curiosity. They both seemed to share similar feet structure: plantigrade, padded paws, where the two inner toes came out more than the two outer ones, assuming the shape of the iconic dog's paw. But there was a certain degree of dexterity in their anthropomorphic heritage, and that became readily apparently as Nicolai splayed his toes, letting the humanoid member slide right between the middle two toes. The cock slid along the pawpad and toepads, and Nicolai arched his foot back so that his heel pressed against Viktor's balls unintentionally as they lowered.

Admittedly, Viperious was loving this: feet were rather hot, even if many could considering it either tame or just down-right disgusting. But, for the Red Panda, there was a certain allure to them, especially those that belonged to young, inexperienced boys like the pair he was lewding around with. He watched as Viktor shivered, his cock between between his brother's toes as Nicolai curled the stubby digits down, grasing his tiny claws against Viktor's pelvis.

"You like that?" Viperious asked with a cheeky grin, and watched as Viktor nervously nodded in response, biting his lip and letting out small, quiet groans. As much as the cub clearly didn't want to do sexual things with his brother, he began to roll his hips up against the foot, dragging his cock and balls against the sole of his brother's foot. Nicolai appeared to be nervously fidgeting, looking a bit embarrassed.

Viktor let out another small groan, and Viperious reached down with a hand, stroking the boy's foot before he reached over for his other one, grabbing it by the ankle and bringing it up. He drifted it over towards Viktor's face and the Russian pup looked nervous, glancing up at the Femboy, before his brung his mouth forwards.

"That's it..." The Red Panda murmured, watching as Viktor slid his tongue along Nicolai's pawpad, worming his tongue between his toes as his small hips began to rock up against Nicolai's other paw with eager desperation, feeling a pressure building in his loins. Viktor made sweet, smacking slurping sounds as he slathered spittle against Nicolai's clean foot, and the other pup nervously grinned, not sure what to make of the entire situation.

He luckily didn't have to keep it up for long. Viktor, of his own volition, lowered Nicolai's other foot to meet his other one, pressing them down against his dick. Viperious grinned and watched, stroking the boy's hips as he humped up against the two paws, sliding his cock between the crease of their toepads and pawpads. Nicolai's toes each met one-another at the clawtips, aimed in such a matter that he was creating some sort of hole for his brother to fuck.

Viktor let out a shuddering sigh of pleasure, and with a couple of grunts and a number of tired thrusts, he was cumming. Tiny strings of cum dribbled from his cock and slathered themselves along Nicolai's toes with the aid of his brother's slow thrusting. Viktor panted harshly, rolling his head as a wave of pleasure overcame him and then dissipated as quickly as it had arrived. He rested back against Viperious, who smirked. The Red Panda was eager to have some fun of his own, but it was already getting late, and he wasn't sure if he had to stamina, nor the time, to enjoy the both of them as much as he could have liked to.

"Damn. You two are amazing, huh? I should try and find you two more often." Viperious grinned at the pair of them, and glanced behind him. He knew it was nearing mid-afternoon, and people would be beginning to pour in. He gestured for the two of them to get up.

"Get dressed. People are going to start coming in soon." He warned. The two boys knew what that implied, and began to quickly get dressed, tugging on their briefs. Nicolai wrinkled his nose as he slipped his feet back into his sandals, feeling the cum on his feet still. They soon adjusted themselves and were back to their normal selves again.

"Alright...let's see here..." Viperious reached into his back pocket to get some money out, but the Russian twins had another idea in mind. They sidled up to him and pressed him up against the wall, glancing behind them before they sunk onto their knees.

"Woah, hey, what're we doing, huh?" The Red Panda grinned toothily, but felt a pang of worry in the back of his mind, glancing up to the crowd of people that were already beginning to move further and further back, slowly. He looked down to see the boys unzipping his shorts, reaching inside for his throbbing, erect member. They tugged it free and glanced to each other, before pressing their mouths against the cock, licking and slurping it gentle, from base to tip.

"Hey--" Viperious grinned, looking a little excited. "Where'd you like that?"

"'"Zdravyy smysl'. Common sense." Nicolai murmured, and the two eagerly slathered the cock in spittle. Eventually, one of them took the plunge: Nicolai enclosed his lips around the head of the member and sweetly suckle as Viktor's hand pumped the base of his cock, his other hand drifting through a leg hole in Viperious's shorts to grope his effeminate balls.

"Ooh..." The Red Panda rolled his head back and sighed in pleasure, the warmth of the sweet suckling of his cock sending shivers up his spine. The clumsy groping and pumping was doing a lot for his pleasure, and he was already feeling himself getting closer. That was a good thing: he didn't want this to be drawn out any longer and risk getting spotted.

"J-Just..." Viperious muttered after a moment, putting a hand on the boy's head and pushing him a little further down. A small grunt escaped his lips, and his cock pulsed, shooting a string of cum against the back of the boy's throat. Nicolai visibly recoiled and scrunched his eyes, but tried his best to gulp down the sticky, gooey load, breathing hard through his nose.

The Red Panda let him go soon after, and Nicolai pulled his head back, wiping his mouth and grinning up at the man. His brother moved his hands away from the Femboy, who quickly adjusted himself, reaching up to pat them both on the head.

"Here." He stuffed a hand into his pocket and handed them both all he had: an approximate collection of notes and coins amounting to roughly 40 dollars. The pair stared down at it and counted it up with their hands, before grinning at each other. They stared up at the femboy and gave him a quick hug around the waist.

"Spasibo. Thank you," Nicolai gave Viperious a quick brow, before gesturing over to his brother, tugging him again. "Bye-bye."

"Hope to see you around soon." Viperious chimed as they went, licking his lips as he wanted them head back up the steps near the entrance to the arcade. He could just see them through the crowd, returning to the same skill crane machine they were on before. A hint of a smile played upon the Red Panda's lips as he headed up, wandering past them and back out onto the beach. He peered up overhead to the nearby clock tower and realised it was already nearing mid-afternoon, roughly 3pm. He was, admittedly, feeling rather tired already, and he'd barely done anything yet.

Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he decided it was probably best to go and re-visit that Brown Dragon that's been pining after him for so long, despite his grizzly exterior. After a short walk down the road, he found himself back at the small little corner shop again, and he stepped through the front door.

"Hello again." A voice sounded from his right, and Viperious didn't have to look to know that Guzzior was sitting around the back of the counter again.

"Yo. Guz," Viperious grinned, leaning against the counter and batting his pretty femboy eyelids at the Dragon, who stared down at him over his nose. "Do you uh...think you give me a bit of work? I'm kinda dry."

"So soon?" Guzzior smirked, gesturing his head towards the back with a single jut of his chin. "I've got some stuff that needs stacked."

"You're a babe." Viperious grinned, leaning over the counter to plant a kiss on the Dragon's snout, before swanning off to the back room. Guzzior muttered something inaudible under his breath.

Viperious spent the next couple of hours stacking shelves, which was fine by him. He had known Guzzior roughly 3 or 4 months now, and the two had hit it off in a spectacular way, despite the Dragon's often surly attitude. Deep down, like most Dragons, Guzzior loved having sex, and Viperious had played into that the very first time they met. There was a reason for that of course: Dragons were often prime targets for seduction for civil servants like the Red Panda.

But that heated, passionate sex had sparked a small friendship between the two of them that proved mutually beneficial. Guzzior got sex, and a cheap hand around the place, and in return Viperious got the semen he needed, as ell as money 'under the table' for a small amount of work, which was often enough to get by. Guzzior always provided food, and Viperious got his rent for free anyway: all the extra cash was for stupid things.

It was beginning to near the evening when Guzzior finally decided to close up shop. He gestured with a head to Viperious, who was happy to head over and lock the door, as well as turn the sign around. After that, the Red Panda leant over the counter, grinning.

"...What?" Guzzior grunted at him as he used his forearms to pop open the till, counting out the earnings with a surprising amount of dexterity in those scaley digits.

"Oh, nothing. I'm waiting for you to 'breed me until I can't walk'." Viperious smirked, and Guzzior paused his counting to flick his gaze up to the Red Panda, a small smile playing upon his lips.

"What, not taking me to dinner first?" Guzzior chimed, and Viperious snorted in response.

"You know I'm not one for romantic dates."

"Don't I know it."

"Yes you do." Viperious reached over to poke the Dragon's nose, who wrinkled it in response. He pushed a collection of notes in the Red Panda's direction, who quickly looked over it.

"Only $20?" Viperious sounded dismayed, and Guzzior flicked a gaze over to him.

"$10 an hour for 2 hours. $20. If you want more, maybe you should come to work a bit more." Guzzior grunted.

"But this is nothing! Can't I...persuade you to give me a little more, huh?" Viperious asked, rounding the counter and slinking up against the Dragon, tracing a finger along his long neck.

"Like what?" Guzzior grunted, his eyes glinting with hidden desire. He hated to admit it, but Viperious knew how to push his buttons. Plus, he was cute, even with those dinky little red horns.

"An extra $20 to fill my ass? Pretty please?" Viperious quipped, and Guzzior let out a small sigh.

"$10, and you get to pick out your dinner." He countered, and Viperious pouted, sliding his hands along the smooth, scaled chest of the Feral Dragon before him.

"Deal," He grinned, turning around and leaning over the counter. "Now have at me, 'stud'."

"Oh god, please don't call me that. This isn't a porn film." Guzzior groaned, rolling his eyes as he lined himself up behind the Red Panda, pressing his broad-built chest up against the Femboy's back. Viperious could already feel the Dragon's arousal pressing up against him, and he had been expecting it. He dexterously reached down to shimmy off his shorts and expose his bare ass.

"You're so warm..." The Dragon muttered, leaning his head down as his throbbing, exotic erection lined up against Viperious's ass, sliding against his rump as it tried to find it's mark. He was roughly 9 or 10 inches in length, since most Dragons were well-endowed. Sporting a knot and ridges, as well as a tapered end with a ridge for a glans-edge, he was more than likely to 'pack a punch', but Viperious was prepared, and had taken him multiple times before.

"C'mon. Do it." The Red Panda urged, and Guzzior didn't need telling twice. He thrust upwards and the tip of his member slipped against the pucker, shoving it's way inside. Viperious's malleable ring stretched to accommodate the cock with incredibly little pain, and a hot exhale escaped his mouth as the Dragon made good use of him, sinking deeper and deeper.

Slowly, the femboy coiled a hand up to steady himself, gripping into the back of the Dragon's neck as Guzzior bowed his head, letting out carnal grunts and groans. His dexterous forearms and hands were gripping his hip as well as steadying his own body on the counter. He began in on smooth, simple thrusts, gentle and calculated to get a feel for the Red Panda's insides, until he was satisfied of the boy's limits. With that, he began to thrust. Hard.

Viperious had been expecting this, and for good reason: their sex was often like clockwork: gentle at first, then passionate and rough. Viperious didn't couldn't complain, especially when the large body pressed down upon him, humping up into his behind and sending spikes of pleasure throughout his body. He panted and groaned his approval as Guzzior grunted, his mouth hanging agape. The Dragon was beginning to drool, and that was also expected: the Feral beast always seemed to get a little too into it and just let his instincts take over.

"Yeah, that's it, big guy..." Viperious panted, encouraging him on a little as the Dragon pulled all the way back, before thrusting forwards and burying himself to the hilt, only to pull back and thrust again and again. He was methodical, well-timed and rhythmic, but that wouldn't last.

As the Dragon thrust, it's pounding became irregular, falling out of beat as he delved into something much more carnal and passionate. His thrusts switched from long, powerful humps to short bursts of pleasure, snarling and grunting atop the femboy as his knot slapped against the hole, his balls banging off of the Red Panda's legs. The air was filled with their grunting and the sloppy, wet squelching of the copious pre-cum sliding back and forth.

"You gonna cum, big boy? C'mon. Fill me up." Viperious begged, and the Dragon didn't need telling twice. He pressed forwards, forcing the Red Panda's chest against the counter as he forced his hips up, pressing his knot against the Femboy's ass, shoving harder and harder with each thrust until, finally, the knot slipped in with a satisfying squelch.

Cum erupted from the end of the cock the minute the Dragon felt the squeezing muscles around his knot, and a heated growl escaped his mouth as a jet of cum spurted from his tip, shooting into the femboy's insides, seeping deeply into his intimate areas. It was soon followed by another string, and then another, with what felt like no signs of stopping. It was only after a minute or two did it finally subside, and the Dragon's breathing slowed. Viperious's belly was mildly swelling, but that didn't bother him: it would be gone soon anyway.

"Mmmrh. Sorry, I...It got out of hand again, didn't it?" Guzzior muttered, realising how much on top of the boy he was. He stepped back and didn't realise that Viperious was connected to him still, tugging the boy with him. Viperious landed, unceremoniously, on his hands and knees and Guzzior mumbled his apology.

"It's okay," The Red Panda panted happily. "I like it rough."

The feral beast let out some mixture of a worrying croon and a hum, as if he were deep in though. He cocked a leg up, peering down between his forearms at the Red Panda, who simply grinned over at him, patting the front of his nose.

They stayed like that for a good few minutes, before the Dragon was deflated enough to dislodge himself. He wasn't like a canine who took half an hour to deflate, thankfully. Viperious got himself dressed and adjusted himself, clenching his ass as tight as he could to keep all the cum in. He needed it. He scooped up his money, as well as the extra cash, and then grabbed a nice-looking ready meal from the shelf.

"See ya later, then? I'll come by tomorrow," Viperious grinned, and the Dragon nodded, watching the femboy already swanning towards the door. "Bye!"

"...See ya." Guzzior longingly watched the Femboy leave and lowered his gaze, letting out a sigh. Maybe one day he'd pluck up the courage to ask Viperious out on a date, but today was not one of those days.

The Red Panda was quick to get home, and for good reason: clenching his muscles for so long was beginning to cramp. The minute he stepped into his dingy bedsit, he rushed to the bathroom, undressing his hoodie and shorts and standing in front of the mirror. Satisfied, he took in a deep breath, closing his eyes.

People of the Netherworld, or those trained in it, were inherently magical, and Viperious was no different. He tapped into the magic inside him and stroked his stomach, silently chanting a mantra in his mind and occasionally mouthing the words. Eventually, his swollen belly began to shrink down to it's normal slender form as he absorbed the cum into his body. He could keep it there for a while until he needed to secrete it into a jar later. Sure, it was a little disgusting, but there wasn't any other way to do it.

With that, he sauntered back into the bedroom, popping the ready meal into the microwave in the small kitchenette in the corner. He waited patiently, before devouring it. He didn't have anything to do tonight anyway, so he turned on the TV and relaxed into his bed, watching silly little shows into the late hours. Eventually sleep took him admist the shows, and he didn't even realise it. He fell into a deep slumber with the remains of his ready meal, that being the tray it came in, left on the floor.

Before he knew it, it was dawn again, and he was once again awoken by the light filtering through the gap in the curtains.

Same shit; different day.