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In For A Penny

By Laz Briar

It's never wise to say no to opportunity.

Was that some parable passed down through Donovan's family line? Some ancient Akinsian secret paraphrased from an older, yet even more ancient past?

Suppose it didn't matter. He vaguely recalled the words, some lingering memory when visiting his father's elder. The meaning - borrowed or no - was still the same. Act when the moment arises. Which, really, just lead to a lot of impulse decisions, for better or worse.

Suffice to say these decisions were affordable, thanks to Charlan and Company - the family business. And it wasn't like those looking to pinch a penny or two could just _do_all willy nilly, that wasn't smart. And, the "opportunity" presented for Donovan was all sorts of 'not smart.'

Not in trouble causing sense, no. Typical weekend shenanigans of a typical well to do stallion youth. Parents? Busy, in the inconvenient sense (or perhaps convenient). Father had affairs to manage, mother had socials to rub elbows with. Donovan Howard, heir to the illustrious far off throne of Charlan had, well, money to spend.

So, they weren't exactly around to brow beat him with his choice of affairs. Not like he got up to much, anyway. Despite the expansive resources allotted to him thanks to family wealth, Don usually kept to himself. Not out of pure social disinterest - but the company often found among his "status" bore an obligatory weight he didn't fancy fulfilling. Other stallions attended clubs, got into athletics, held meetings, went to junior "gentleman clubs," talked endlessly about work, and so on.

Don was more interested in discussing Chester Wake's latest cinematography style, or the debate of "progressive agendas" found in various comic media, or thinking about that one raid in that one game he spent a lot of time on. He was no slouch, but, any attempt to divulge these subjects to the kinds of colts he associated with would be met with scoffs and rapid disinterest.

Probably for the better. The one staunch rule his father imparted to him was a hard "no drugs or underage drinking, ever," and such a threat put the fear of god into young Don. For that, he was dead certain some of the Prefects got together and lived it up like it was Wall Street in the 80, thus, there was little pressure to spend time with them. As far as his mother, well. "For god's sake, just wear a condom."

Honest and true. The young stallion was sure, then, he might need those maternal words of wisdom.

Club Chimera was the last place a boy like him should be browsing. All the hot teenage adrenaline mixed with high octane hormonal lust brewed a fine concoction of unruly ideas. The worst part? Unlike many of those stuck settling for a video or bootleg download, Don could have, well, the real thing.

The website touted itself as the best web service for hiring and contracting freelance chimera. Almost anything was up for grabs, right down to personal mercenaries. Granted, you had to have licensed military identification and a shitload of money, but it could be done. Donovan wasn't after anything quite so visceral.

Yet, he joked to himself.

No, he fancied something a bit more adult. As the evening settled on Allister Hills, his room was lit with a single lamp and the pale hues of a large PC monitor. His finger rolled over mouse-wheel as hungry eyes scanned a near infinite space of select chimera, heart pounding with every find.

What kind of selects? Oh, the best kind, he was realizing. Everything a young man wants to see and hear: girls, girls, and more girls. Or guys, if preferred.

While images were censored for preview's sake, so many curvy, sculpted bodies passed him over of varying types, breeds, colors, and sizes. Petite dogs, mares with tits twice the size of his head, scalie doms - hell, even bunnies offering breeding services could be found in the raffle of profiles.

Each one held a personality as distinct as the other, with galleries and prices and videos. So much, so close, Don was drowning in the drug of himself.

But it wasn't until he stumbled upon one that everything clicked. Or, rather, two.

Canines were a common breed, no doubt because of their established popularity back when chimera models first started launching. That meant a lot of the gals ran together, sometimes indistinct, lacking a unique flair. But these two?

It was a duo of squirrels. One, on the left, was quite eye catching, with a radiant fiery-orange fur and stunning green eyes, holding out a peace sign, wearing what looked like a bouncer's attire. Save for the huge rack and exposed midriff.

With a gleeful expression, she had her toned arm around another, this one an icy, northborn grey. She was something out of a metal concert, draped in spikes and gothic attire, her hair dyed and braided - wearing a cheeky yet 'come hither' kind of grin.

In panic - as though not clicking the profile meant the two would vanish for other - Donovan hastily scanned through their details to drink in everything he could about them.

Roxxan and Sigveia - personal security escorts.

The stallion looked around his room like someone was watching. He felt his heart rumble with an explosive, hungry warmth, the kind that demanded satisfaction.

It only got worse as he began to scan through their extensive details. Roxxan had a few solo images, her short brown hair tossed as she teased wide, ample cleavage. Or, a few photos of her lifting weights, showing off impressive strength.

Sigveia wasn't far off either, a demon in her own right. Bouncer, security, bodyguard, those were the words used to annotate her gallery, but she looked like she belonged headbanging on a stage or whatever it was they did up there.

It was the pair pictures which really sent Donovan for a mental ride, however. It was clear the two worked in tandem for a lot of their work, and they weren't afraid to show it. While some pictorials were clean, demonstrating their experience at various odd jobs, others were painfully teasing. A pair of lips kissing a phallic object, exposed breasts pressed together, hiding the good bits, tails mingled together with rumps pressed out.

"Goddamn," Don muttered, hand roaming to his crotch. Shit, it was so tempting to do it now. Self-control wasn't exactly his strong suit, especially with the faint parable rolling around his head.

"No, no, no," he said, chastising himself. Getting 'relief' here was stupid. The genuine article was within his grasp, for heaven's sake.

And that was all his brain needed, really. The setup was simply too perfect. A night on his own with his folks out for an indeterminate amount of time, again. A hiring service, right at his fingertips. The wherewithal to do so.

Hell, he could even argue he needed protection because he wanted to hit the town - and he wouldn't exactly be wrong. Not like the cover story was necessary, but, it was there.

From that point, Donovan did his best to approach things professionally, and not like some teenager aching to drain his nuts in some callgirl's cunt. It was hard.

Years of socializing online gave him a bit of tact - at least for messaging - and, after a little info about himself, he pinged the girls about their services, explaining he was looking for their particular arrangement. They were in the area, thank goodness, somewhere down by the coastal apartments, so the wait wasn't so unbearable.

An age seemed to go by before he got a response. It was torment, his brain tracking every second, because every second his lusts went unsatisfied, his mind screamed at him about it.

But when the return ping chimed, it was a noise of profound, immeasurable relief.

BigYoungDon: Hi, I'm looking to hire you guys up for the night, open?

roxxiSQRL: hey - depends on what you are after

His thoughts twitched. Oh. Right. He had failed to mention the screeching hunger in his loins. Doing his best not to type an endless mush of tactless words, he pressed on, anxious.

BigYoungDon: I am after everything you offer - all the extras. Pay well, guaranteed, upfront if you want.

Desperation hung on his words. Granted, who the hell could blame him?

For a while, there wasn't a response. Perhaps Roxxan was telling this to her friend, he hoped? He tried imagining that - seeing the busty orange squirrel pressed on keyboard - the kind of image a horny young man might conjure.

roxxiSQRL: we definitely like to hear that

roxxiSQRL: kay - upfront prorate is $450, we charge $200 every hour, we cover travel

roxxiSQRL: no drug hustle and no gangbang btw - you can record if solo tho

The words dappled the sordid corners of Don's mind like sinful raindrops. Short, broken texts, but so, so satisfying to read all the same. This was happening, was it?

"Holy shit," he said, lips stretching with an enormous grin.Fuck, he thought. Fuck yes.

He almost forgot to type a response.

BigYoungDon: Sounds good very excited how do you want to paid

He was having difficulty focusing, but he had to push through.

From there, it was a matter of setting up an account for charges. He didn't care about the heavy set up fee, or the taxes, or the conversation his father would probably have with him in the future about this. He used an emergency credit card? So what? This was absolutely one of them.

In a matter of moments, Don had spent over half a thousand dollars, and he didn't care.

After he gave them directions, everything else sorted itself. It was interesting how little they asked in the way of personal details - either because they didn't care, they knew Allister Heights as a ritzy locale, or didn't fear a stranger's company. Or perhaps it was all three?

roxxiSQRL: nice, thx, see you soon

He let the message linger in his head. His imagination exploded with possibilities. Eyes like animals shot straight back to the gallery, ogling all the figures and breasts and shapes, thinking. How would they feel? How would they bounce?

He stared at his ceiling, pushing back his chair. His young cock practically ripped through his pants with its sore stiffness, salivating with pre.

Huffing, he tried to settle down. Much as he wanted to sate the urges rushing through him, he had to try and be formal, at least for a while. Answering the door with a massive erection wasn't exactly the best first impression, regardless of services offered.

-*-

"And he just said yes?"

Sidveia quirked a brow, applying a thin glaze of black lipstick as Roxxan shuffled through lower coast city traffic.

"Mmhm," Rox affirmed. "That's an easy kay right there. Probably a first timer, bless his heart."

This was met with a chittery giggle.

"Daddy's boy with all the money," said the goth squirrel. "Eh, whatever. He'll get his worth."

The Sicario took a sharp left once it merged from highway to intersection, starting its hasty climb up the richer part of the city. Goddamn place was on the highest hill around.

"You figure?" asked Roxxan.

Sigveia puckered her lips. Her particular model - as well as Roxxan's - featured a design somewhat closer to hominid than squirrel. Likely a choice of fetish back in the earliest days of chimera breeding. Not a terrible thing, considering the advantages it offered.

"From those texts you showed me? Yeaaah, I know the type. Profile made the same night. Ready to pay it all. No reference to contracts, complexes, staff. Someone was looking to get their nuts knocked around."

Roxxan had to stifle a laugh. "Don't think he'll be into that."

"You never know."

The car paused at a red light. Roxxan glanced down at her attire. "Well, shit, think I overdressed then?" she said, partially joking.

Black top with exposed midriff and black pants. SECURITY was imprinted on the back. Sigveia wore something similar, though she tacked on a few rocker fetishes like studded gauntlets and a pentagram collar, intermixed with the string of metal inspired tattoos cast along her toned arm.

Sigveia shrugged. "Neh. We're still professionals. Gotta' look the part."

"Something tells me we won't be sporting security threads for very long," said Roxxan.

With her glaze applied, the grey squirrel packed away the rest of her makeup, careful not to smear as the Sicario continued its trek into the upper echelons of the coastal city. Not like the northborn girl needed it, but Sig insisted to add it for flair. Something about her love affair with early security work in proximity to small time rock bands.

Looking in the car mirror, Sig brushed over her dyed bangs.

"Not the worst thing. Shit gets uncomfortable after a while. And I'm not cleaning out stains this time."

Roxxan snickered. "What, because of the mix? Maybe next time swallow. He almost dyed your hair white, V."

A frustrating element to chimera designs - Sig had discovered - was their efficacy in "production." It was never easy to tell just who could do what. Easy to judge a mild-mannered dog in analytics, easy to assume he just needed his nuts sucked to forget a broken heart, until he burst like a firehose.

"He paid more because I didn't," the grey squirrel shot back. "We got a nice dinner and the power bill because of that."

True, Roxxan could enjoy a red ale or four thanks to her partner's shenanigans. If things well went tonight, maybe it'd be an entire case.

Finally, the car swung out of traffic and started up along more spacious streets, where crowded areas became isolated homes and off-track pathways.

_Allister Heights_lived up to the profundity of its elitist name. This was where the highest of the high class dug out. Modern homes and modern architecture, lots of glass, artsy yards, extensive views of the coastal city and by proxy the west ocean. One could have themselves a tall glass of smug while gazing at the spider web of city and roads below.

For the squirrel duo, it might as well have been a giant dollar sign.

The effect wasn't lost on Roxxan. "Hogoddamn. God bless horny teenagers," she said.

"Or rich loners," amended Sigveia. Either was a pathway to uncompromised hourly rates.

As the car rumbled on, Roxxan silently thanked the lack of gates - though had to criticize it too. Either the wealthy here didn't care much for security or never expected anyone to give them trouble. Both naïve decisions. But, it made navigation much easier, as the fiery squirrel thumbed through her phone for the address.

"Uhh, 6361, Howard, south bank," she muttered.

Sig wiggled her long bush tail in agitation. "Shit Rox, just ask me." Even for a timid street, Sig preferred eyes on the road.

Roxxan waived her off. "Relax, we're inna' neighborhood." Late evening on a weekend? Nobody was going to speed demon through these streets - at least that's how Rox played it out in her mind. Sig let off an annoyed chitter, but let it go, for now.

Not that it mattered, because the selected address appeared not long after. Like the other houses, it was nestled on its own hill, crisp and white, crowning the slopes of Allister Heights. And here, the lowly Sicario with its worn red paint and chipped front growled towards it, parking on the side street.

"Not gonna' go in the driveway?" Sigveia asked.

Roxxan double checked her phone, making sure the location was accurate. Satisfied, she keyed off the ignition.

"You kidding? Rich types get real uppity about their property. Not risking blowing a contract over it."

Sig smirked. "But you _are_blowing a contract."

Roxxan tossed her squirrely counterpart another playful nudge, exiting the car. Gentle evening air hugged her orange fur while the long, distant ambiance of coastal traffic carried over the hills. Sig was soon to follow, locking up, giving the place a once over.

"Shit," said Sig. Hard to say much else, the home oozed wealth, and at once the northborn squirrel contemplated how much bank could made over the following hours.

"No kiddin'," chimed Roxxan, pulling out phone and thumbing a text. "Guess this one's got money to spare."

roxxiSQRL: hey, we're here <3

Gesturing to her friend, Sig joined Roxxan at the side and they began to saunter up through the sidewalk, the modernistic home looming over them.

-*-

Donovan did everything he could to prepare for the duo's arrival. His mind sprawled with a panicked excitement of ideas. What should he wear? What would he say? Did they want drinks? Was that customary?

Shit. Now he realized why his mother always insisted on social meet-and-greets. Learning the skills to swagger amongst strangers was invaluable to someone of his Akinsian prestige - or so she told him. He never took her up though, regretting the decision.

He contented, then, to do as his father might. Overdress in a powersuit, or something. To his dismay, he could only find a few things one might consider business casual, as he never got a proper fit. He could raid his father's stash, perhaps, but Gauss Howard was an immense steed with the proportions of a tank, so fitting into something like that was impossible.

Whatever, whatever, he thought, snapping on clothes without a second thought. Not like they'd be on for a long time anyway - or so he hoped.

Dashing around, he did everything he could to impress. Checked himself in the mirror, looking for any blemishes on his autumn brown fur, scampered to the kitchen to put something out, lit the living room for a more comfortable setting - girls liked that, didn't they?

As evening droned on, closing in around eight PM, Don was left only with his anxiety. Stallion desire for movement mixed with his urges didn't help in the slightest, where every minute was its own agonizing eternity. He tried to distract himself on the computer, but all he did was click on the open Club Chimera tab to ogle the duo's gallery again.

He resigned himself to the living room couch, staring at a blank flat screen. Hoof tapped, heart pounded, teeth chewed.

Then, a little vibration in his pocket.

With ravenous pursuit, he pulled it free to see a long-awaited text message. Anxiety and hope swelled up through him

"Fuck man, don't throw up," he chastised himself, drunk on the alcohol of his own chemical brew. Hand shaking, he put the phone aside and took a long, long, breath. Butterflies erupted within his chest and belly. He wasn't quite sure why this had him so uppity - perhaps because of the translation from screen to reality.

Regardless, the door rang, breaking his attention. This was it.

Adjusting himself and putting on his classiest demeanor, thinking about how dear old dad might approach a feisty board meeting, he strolled to the door. Cracking it open, the cool evening air swept in, along with the squirrel duo in all their sculpted glory.

They were better than anything he could've expected. An impossible blend of fit, built muscle with generous curves that made them wide of hip and fat of bust. Their thighs gently brushed together lending to a taunting seam and their tails wiggled in excited, squirrelfish fashion.

Roxxan - the orange firecracker - beamed at him, soft lips curled with a smile.

"Ahh, so here's the young prince!" she chimed. "You didn't open the door for us, handsome!" she added with a feigned, cute pout.

Sigveia shook her head, bumping her hips into Roxxan. "C'mon, don't be mean, Rox. He got all dressed up for us!"

They were already too much for Don. Stature wise, they had him beat, despite their species, about a foot higher than him. Probably could bench the stallion if they wanted.

"Oh, yeah! Uh hi! Uh sorry! I had to get things ready!" he said, the words stumbling.

What a sight it must have been, observing a prestigious stallion look so nervous. They both laughed, but in a warm, appreciative way.

"Ya diiiiid?" said Roxxan, leaning a bit, arms behind her back. Clearly to let her busty, thick cleave wobble into view.

"How sweet! What a little gent."

Sigveia rolled her eyes. She gave Don a quick peck on the cheek, causing him to flush. Oh those lips - so painfully soft.

"Don't mind her, she's trying to be a flirt," said the squirrel. "She's never this polite."

Roxxan snickered, pushing her friend. "Ugh, take the fun out, why don'tcha."

Don was blank, staring. They were so lively, buxom. Unique models in their own right as well - lacking the squareness of their traditional breeds and something softer - like faces just sculpted for fucking.

"Hah, r-right," he said, agreeing to a joke he had no awareness of. "Um, well, uh welcome! Come in, please! I set out some drinks and things!"

He pulled open the door, even awkwardly extending a hand for them to enter. The two didn't seem to mind, or notice, strolling right in with casual flair. Sigveia let her hand ruffle over his head, sending a warm thrill through the young horse.

"Oooh, whatcha got?" Rox said, nose wiggling, seeking out the supposed alcohol.

"Hey, don't start getting blasted when you're on the job," admonished Sig. Roxxan's bush tail flailed about, shooting her counterpart a grin.

Don shut the door, rubbing his head. Bad move already?

As if sensing this, the gray, goth-looking squirrel gave him a once over. "She'll never stop if she gets started."

"Ugh! You're such a prude on the job, V."

The words were playful, at best. Roxxan didn't really have an intent to get wasted. At least, not yet.

Don cleared his throat, reassessing. Not like he could drink with them. "It's okay," he said. "You can um, get comfortable then?"

Both squirrels gave each other a rather devious smirk. Sig sauntered over to her fiery-furred partner, letting a hand straddle thick waist. The pair squished together, their heavy, puckered cleavage fighting for space.

"Comfy, huh?" Rox chimed, letting her tail play with V's.

Here Don could get a more complete eyeful. He couldn't help but let gaze rake over the generous cleavage, the teasing exposed midriffs with gentle hints of sinewy abdominal muscle, the wide, ample sculpt of their hips and thighs.

Even through his deep brown fur, his flush was visible. Worse, he could feel his loins starting to unfold, so voracious for relief.

"You sure you don't need a moment?" said Sigveia, noticing the shuffle in Don's crotch.

"Poor little prince is all pent up," Roxxan added. "How long you been tryin' to keep that little fucker down?"

Calling attention to it just made it worse. Were they making fun of him? No, not by their expressions. They were goading him, outright encouraging him. He started to quiver.

"Er, well. . ." he couldn't find the words. What was there to say?

Rox giggled. "Tell ya what," she said, looking behind her. "Why don't you get comfortable with us in your livin' room."

She released herself from Sig's grip, starting to waltz towards the ensemble of leather couches.

Sigveia winked, turning. "What she said. And you miiiight wanna' bring something to record with."

As the two made their way, Don could only watch as the heft of their supple, fat rumps tossed gingerly, tormenting him with delicate wobbles. Their black security shorts didn't conceal much, as if designed to exaggerate the curves of their haunches.

But Sig's words made everything so much worse in the best possible way.

Oh shit, they're letting me. . . he thought, fumbling for his phone. Well, he was getting charged by the hour. In a few he'd break the 1K mark, might as well have something to commemorate the occasion.

Taking another deep breath, the stallion followed suit. Rox had propped herself up on the center couch, patting the space next to her. Sigveia stood, but carried a sly expression.

"Mm, come on stud, come sit."

Don wanted to blurt out a "yes ma'am" but refrained. He was supposed to be in charge, after all.

Looking between them, he let his body do the talking, which was happy to take place next to the cozy, shapely squirrel. Roxxan regarded him like a favorite toy, starting to run digits through his hair, placing soft kiss on his cheek.

"Better?" she said.

Don looked between the squirrels, offering a shy smile. "Yeah, a little."

Sig chittered. "A little? You're pretty pent up for a hoss. Usually fellas like you are already nuts deep."

He blinked. "Oh, r-really?"

What kind of question is that!? he thought, wincing at his own clumsiness.

Roxxan squeaked a coy chuckle. In frisky play, her hand grazed his crotch, teasing it with the lightest of squeezes, digits toying with the dimensions of his covered crotch.

He shifted, a grunt escaping him.

"Reaaaally," Roxxan added. "The thing you're probably imagining right now, eh?"

The fiery squirrel shot her friend a suggestive glance. "He might need help gettin' worked up, don't ya think?"

Don wasn't sure what that meant, but had his thoughts snatched when Rox continued to massage around his engorging groin, his malehood straining underneath the constrictive fabric of suit pants. Damn, why'd he wear this?

He clenched his teeth, another low, pleasant moan rumbling through him.

"Uh huh," affirmed Roxxan, pressing closer, her cleavage smothering his arm. "Thinkin' about it right now? Thick ass just ridin' that howitzer?"

Her warm, tantalizing words dripped into that chemical lust his body so readily brewed, adding another stiff inch to his hardening length.

"Yeah," he said. "I'd wanna' see that."

Sigveia giggled. "Bet you want to see a lot of things."

While Rox continued to nurture the horny youth, Sig started to unravel herself. She turned, letting her bush tail swagger out of the way, clamping the sides of her security shorts and quite briskly yanking them down.

At once, her grey, fat cheeks were free to pop out, thick slopes of soft, supple weight wiggling in jubilant fashion as the tyrannical tethers released their grip. She pulled them down just so to where the fabric remained under the heft of her plentiful bottom, exaggerating the size of her backside. A single g-string remained, splitting the peach, Sig ever so gently tossing her hips in tantalizing sways.

"Oh, whoa," Dan blurted, almost forgetting the attentions of Roxxan's hand.

Indeed, what else could his young mind conjure? Right in front of him was possibly the fattest butt he'd ever seen. Despite the delicate sinew of muscle ever present throughout the northborn's figure, she still sported the curves of a girl who could work a pole.

Rox snickered. "Whoa? I think he likes your fat ass, V."

This enticed a more robust set of bounces from Sig, shaking her hips with wild enthuse.

"Oh, he does? Cute. Hmf. Hey, stop hoggin' the hoss. Help me out of this, will ya?"

Don was blindsided by all the visceral shakes and wobbles, and at this point, his cock was screaming to be free. The gentle clap of Sig's working rear combined with the teasing, playful words sent him into a world he didn't even know existed. God, they were just so close, it was killing him.

A playful eyeroll. "Fine, fine. We'll let him compare."

Rox huffed, joining her partner. Her own tail tickled Donovan's muzzle while she "assisted" the fellow squirrel, kneeling to grip and pull away the shorts. Slipped past boot heels, now Sig was entirely exposed from the midriff down, where Rox gave the grey slopes a hefty smack, exciting the ample cheeks.

Sig squeaked, though not in agitation. "Hey, save it for him, he paid for it!" she chastised.

Rox rolled her eyes, glancing back to Don, who was in utter disbelief.

"She's a real thick bitch, huh?"

Here, Roxxan gripped the fellow squirrel's heavy rump and spread it wide. The g-string did little to hide the satin holes, black ring and blacker snatch free for the young Akinsian to ogle.

Despite her protests, Sig played along, bending to offer a more complete view. Roxxan chittered, kissing the soft slopes, grinning as the equine's erection tented his restraining tethers.

"Oh, shit, wow," he said, still unable to find the right words. "You guys are. . . so amazing. . . god. . ."

Sigveia gave another slow wiggle. "Nnm. Well, ya' haven't seen anything yet. You gonna' get your snapshots in, hoss?"

Between all the fondling and motions, Donovan had forgotten about the prospect of recording the pair. As if struck by an incredible revelation, his hand dove into pocket and fished free cellphone, rapidly flicking to its camera function. Everything was hard to do, his fingers shaking from unsated excitement, but he managed.

Providing better few, Sig shoved her haunches closer into view, spreading with Roxxan to expose her rich nethers. The tantalizing, dark hued squirrelhood puckered into sight, warm cleft already glistening with dew.

Donovan had never been so close to the genuine article, the scent of perfume and mature woman rolling over him. Licking his lips, he pressed his cameraphone close and snapped away, getting as many pictures as he might need.

"Mm, now you're getting' into it," chided Roxxan, taking handfuls of Sigveia's bottom and wriggling it about.

"We don't like it when our clients are uncomfortable," added Sig, her hips dancing.

Even through all the lust, Don managed some sense of restraint.

"You're okay with this?" he asked, as if fearing some future rebuke. Both squirrels laughed.

"Relax, little prince. Wouldn't be shoving my friend's cunt in your face if it wasn't," said Roxxan, standing.

Here, Roxxan mimicked her counterpart. She freed tight security shorts and let the black fabric slide past her thick hips, bending in exaggerated fashion to let her own hefty, immense rump push into view.

"Course', I'm _much_bigger," she continued, bouncing her hip into the other squirrel. Sig scoffed, her hand rolling over to Rox's backside, giving it a stern slap as if in reprisal.

"The fuck you are," Sig challenged, glancing down at the other chubby bottom.

Roxxan could only smirk, tail once again coming to tangle and toy with Sig's own.

"Whatcha' think?" she said to Donovan. "Whose got the bigger ass, hoss?"

Young Don was flustered beyond measure. How could he even respond? Two bubbly, heavy bottoms were wobbling together, each motion and clap of hips causing a resounding wave of fruitful jiggles through them. His mast was at full salute now, bulging pants through the thigh, causing him great discomfort as the squirrels teased him mercilessly.

"I don't uh, I dunno! You're both really big!"

Words truly failed him. He didn't quite have the confidence to talk suggestively, nor was he much of a flirt.

Sig giggled. "He let you off easy, Rox."

The other squirrel shoved her hips into the other, rolling eyes. "Pfft. He's just equal opportunity."

It wasn't until Roxxan eyed the straining bulge that she put fingers to lips, feigning surprise.

"Awww, look at you. Poor hoss."

Sig glanced too, eyes widening at the bulge. "Well damn, kid. You could probably fuck a hole in the wall with that thing."

Don flushed, his phone falling to the side as he nodded. He was much with words, but his mind screamed for him to say something.

"Will you suck it?" he asked, in a way that commanded no authority, despite having all of it.

The duo looked at each other and laughed. Not in a way of mock amusement, more of endearing excitement.

"Mmm, took you this long to ask?" said Roxxan, pulling away from Sigveia to slide onto her knees.

"Boy, you must've been going crazy. Probably the first thought in your head right? Thinkin' about that fat cock get worshipped by two girls."

Donovan winced, only because it was true, and more because he wanted it.

"Nn, yes," he grunted.

Sig was quick to replicate her friend's actions, both taking place on the couch's edge. Here, they removed their tops, revealing their plentiful tits, enormous busts sprawling free with jubilant bounces. Watching them wiggle free was almost enough to send Donovan over the edge, and no doubt the crown of his mast was dribbling a new puddle of pre.

Sigveia was the first to begin undoing Donovan's buckle, yanking through button and briefs, only to have the massive cock spring out and flick her on the chin. The ebony pike stood proud and rigid, hard with seething heat, twitching against the living room air.

Donovan had to let out a moan of relief. All the hours he spent with his aching, pent up rod finally came unhinged, and he was so eager for satisfaction half of him wanted to reach out and caress himself. But the allure of two squirrels "managing" his cock was far too good to give in.

Rox laughed as the pike swatted her counterpart, while both proceeded to observe it in astonishment.

"Fuuuck me, you were packin' a cannon," Sidveia said, eyes wide. Indeed, Akinsian breeding lent Don an impressive size, as stallions were accustomed to having. Eight inches of raw, solid flesh remained thick and ready, pre oozing from its glistening end.

"Big dick and fat nuts," added Roxxan, licking her soft lips. "That's my kinda' hoss."

Don stared at the two, breath rushing, body swelling with an indescribable heat. He was sorely tempted to shove himself in one of those oral holes, just to see how it felt. But, once a squirrely hand came to grip his girth, applying a gentle series of strokes, he resisted.

The silky warmth of a skilled palm sent tingles through him, each motion drawing beads of pleasure throughout the inches of his malehood. Rox murmured with seductive laughs, dragging her fingers over the flesh in tedious rises and dives.

But they were only getting started. Sig pressed forward and let her black, goth lips purse and kiss the tip, the sticky mouth suckling at the dribbling crown as she wrapped her maw around it. Peck and smooch followed, along with a sultry, lustful moan.

"Mmmmmf, such a big, big hoss," she complimented, staring up to him in servile fashion. Don had to watch, aroused beyond comprehension, grunting as she slathered his tip with worshipping kisses.

Roxxan joined her counterpart, mirroring the act, while Don was free to view two toned squirrels suckling his edge with their lips, their tongues using him like an axis as they ran their mouths across the initial inches.

"Isn't he though?" Roxxan chirped back. "We might just have to keep you."

The soft, sticky kisses left trails of black lip marks where touched, and the squirrels pushed and prodded with their motions, like passing a baton.

"Ahhhnf, that's incredible," mewled Don, the utter satisfaction of having his cock toyed with washing over him. Finally, finally, finally, he thought, so grateful for relief.

Again they giggled, their long bush tails twisting in excited squirrel fashion.

"We're just warmin' up, babe," said Rox, taking the long mast and smacking it hard into her cheek.

Don grunted, wincing, but not from pain. He hungrily observed the squirrel begin to abuse her face with his flank, shoving the tip into her visage, running it across lips, bouncing it against her tongue. Each motion even caused her frothy, fat orange bust to wobble about, the generous jiggles teasing the boy further, a subtle hint at what the rest of her might do.

"Don't be a greedy," shot Sig, nuzzling her cheek against the opposite side of the ebon pole.

She pulled it away from Roxxan, repeating the motions, stroking the crown along her face, supplying it with generous, suckling kisses each time it passed over her warm, glazed lips. Sloppy streaks appeared along the horse's spear, Don releasing helpless moans with each touch.

"Mmm, horsey was gonna' need two girls for such a fat cock anyway," said Roxxan, a hand coming to skillfully fondle his testes, rolling the immense stones together.

"Bet none of your schoolgirl prudes would ever do this."

The thought was certainly enticing, though absent of any true fillies. "I-it's a private school," Don said, in a manner more regretful than correcting.

Both squirrels put on a feigned pouting face.

"Aww, no girls? No wonder you're so fuckin' frisky," said Sidveia. "They'd never do something like this. . ."

The goth squirrel draped her lips over the grown, black lips wrapping tight and besieging the inch with a new wave of wet warmth. Don grumbled with newfound ecstasy, the combination of watching the cute squirrel mouth twist around his tip something his young mind had difficulty comprehending the reality of.

Roxxan squeaked, nudging her friend as Sig began sipping the length, tongue rolling around pre dribbling tip and suckling with frantic gusto.

"See this is why you have laundry problems," Roxxan shot. Sig flashed her a proud wink, like she was claiming a prize.

Popping the cock free, a little trail of saliva and glaze formed, Sig rolling her hands over the ebon flank.

"Yeah, but difference is I want to swallow this hoss. Besides, you lucked out with the nuts," said the grey squirrel, nuzzling the tip against her lips.

Donovan felt a wave of refreshed excitement as, indeed, with a sultry chitter, Roxxan dove underneath the plump mast. She began to mouth and suckle against one of the equine's immense orbs, applying sticky, wet licks and voracious sucks.

"Gllmmmf, wllf," mumble Rox, mouth full of nut. She let it loose a moment, incurring another moan from Don.

"Don't expect me to share," she said.

Don gripped the couch, wanting to say something, but found his thoughts overwhelmed by a deluge of lusts and adrenalin. He watched with boyish enthuse as the squirrels began servicing his malehood, Roxxan rolling her tongue in long, slow strides along his fat orbs, while Sigveia coaxed his cock with her maw, diving further and further with each throw of her head.

Both squirrels put a hand to his knees, and in tandem worked him over. Little giggles and moans emerged from them, as they stared up in servile fashion. Sig was impressive, emitting a loud chorus of sloppy suckles, her chin dribbling with saliva as she hilted the engorged length into the hot halls of her throat. Roxxan was also content to kiss and worship the needy stones, the nuts dripping with a glaze of saliva.

Donovan was beside himself - all the teenage lusts and hormones soaked with adrenalin ran through him.

"Mmmffpleasedon'tstop!" he said, head arching, grinding his hips into the slippery, tight mouth.

Both laughed, and goaded him with another round of cute laughs. Or at least Roxxan did, as Sig was muffled by the thick pole burying itself in her.

But Donovan hardly possessed the self-control to hold back a release, especially not one which had brewed for so, so long. As Sig bucked her head against his hot measure, even to the point where nostrils met groin, he felt his cock shudder.

At once, an initial way of hot issue pumped free, catching the squirrel off guard. She squeaked as a rush of white seed flooded her mouth, puffing her cheeks, spilling into her.

"Mmfmfm! Hffsht!"

Roxxan noticed this, ceasing her attentions to watch the rod drain itself into her counterpart, dribbles of essence escaping her lips.

Don groaned through every wave of excited, pleased orgasm, eyes clenched as he spilled the long-awaited rush into Sigveia. For a moment, all she could do was haplessly hold on, until the orgasm ceased and she was free to pull back.

With a loud pop, she sputtered and coughed, her mouth a mess.

Donovan heaved through his release, a measure or relief washing over him. But still, his mast refused to soften, hard with vigor.

"Damn, you've got a real fuck cannon," said Roxxan, running a finger over the glistening staff.

Sig placed an admiring kiss against the tip. "Mmf, and he's still ready for more? God, kid, I've been with body builders who can't even keep it up after their first go."

Don flushed, both from the heat and compliments. Was that just them playing a game, or did he really stack up so well? Either way - both his ego and malehood wanted more.

"Nnf, keep going," he said, "You guys are good. . ."

Again, words failed him. His teenage mind couldn't conjure the raunchy statements of one more experienced, though it didn't matter much now.

The squirrels gave each other a look, a silent understanding. In one graceful motion, they peeled away from their knees and took places on the couch, opposite of Donovan's sides. There bubbly busts wiggled together, and it was here they gripped their frothy tits, abruptly smothering the ebon pike in grasp of bosom.

"Guess it takes two," chimed Rox, her sculpted front smashing the sides of the ebon cock, kneading the hot pike with bouncy, ambitious massages.

Sig did the same, her own grey rack falling atop the orange slopes, until the squirrels began sieging Don's pole with quick, jiggling tosses.

"Fuck, you can still see him," said Sigveia, the horse's crown still peaking through the fleshy pillows. The squirrels took the opportunity to kiss and suckle the bellend, procuring another round of randy moans from the boy.

"A-ah, shit, they're so big," he muttered, watching the toned ladies toy with his flank.

Roxxan shrugged between her loud suckles, letting the inches pass from her mouth to the other.

"Mff, yeah, I'll give it to her. I've got the bigger ass but we're the same when it comes to tits."

Sig rolled her eyes, nursing the ebon flesh with her glazed lips again. As if to demonstrate opposite of Roxxan, she took the malehood and slapped it against her buxom busts, letting it pass over black nips.

"Keep dreamin' Rox, I've got you on both!"

Their tails wiggled as if performing a silent squirrely argument, chittering back and forth. Don, however, didn't have the faculties to process much of it. All he could see were the two warm figures massaging him with their bouncy tits.

With so much attention, he finally took it upon himself to get a touch of the squirrels. Daring hands reached out to both, driven by instinct now more than anything. They were on all fours, in perfect position, so his palms grabbed handfuls of juicy, full ass, wobbling it in his fingers. The silky sensation of warm fur and supple flesh met his digits, and like a boy with a new toy, he yanked and stroked and smacked, exploring at his leisure.

"Oooh, finally getting' your money's worth, huh?" chided Rox, wiggling her rump into his touches, teasing him to do more.

He couldn't muster a response, only drown in the tantalizing electricity tingling his cockend, getting as much of a feel for the squirrels as he could.

They only laughed - mumbling in approval when their maws were filled with equine sex, rubbing their tits together in faster fashion.

This time, Donovan didn't last as long. Another hot spew of seed erupted from him, bolting into the air like a sexual geyser, making a sloppy mess out of the squirrel pair.

"Fuck," muttered Sig. "You cum like an animal."

Indeed, the ropes of white splattered their faces and hair, while Don was helpless once again, grinding himself through the duo's plentiful front, panting like he'd run a marathon.

The squirrels laughed, wiping off the sticky goo from their faces, twiddling the viscous issue through their fingers.

"God damn kid," added Roxxan, looking the ebon meat over. _Still_it remained hard, as if mocking their efforts. A testament to hormones, adrenalin, and perhaps Donovan's Akinsian lineage.

Don stared at his stubborn cock. It dripped with the efforts of the squirrels and his own essence, creating tiny ponds of sex on the pristine carpeted floor.

"S-sorry," he said, looking between them.

"Mmmm, don't be sorry, hoss," said Rox. "Nice having a boy who can hold his own with us."

Sig nodded. "Just means we gotta work harder."

They looked at each other, chittering with excitement.

"All right, who goes first?" said Roxxan.

Sig ran a comforting finger through Don's hair, the equine uncertain of what they were planning.

"Pfft, you're always going on about how you're the better one. Put your money where your tits are."

Roxxan smirked. "How _generous._Or maybe you're afraid of some big dick?"

A challenge, but one Sigveia intended to meet.

Satisfied, the two shifted again. This time, Roxxan pulled off her boot heels and started pushing into Donovan, kissing him on the cheek. She licked his ear, whispering.

"Lie back, hoss."

Sig moved herself while Donovan felt himself nudged along. "W-what? Okay, but why?"

It was a naïve question, one filled with a mix of anxiety, but hope.

Roxxan giggled, shoving him into the couch, straddling his waist. "Well whaddya think?"

She pushed her fat full ass into his ebon cock, wiggling it between the split of her cheeks.

"M'gonna ride that big dick and fuck the shit out of you, hoss."

Donovan blushed, pure dread and excitement taking root inside him. He had never been with a girl before, not like this. And these weren't girls, these were women.

His mesmerized expression was easy to see, causing both squirrels to chitter with giggles.

"Don't be nervous," assured Sigveia. "We'll take reaaaal good care of you."

The goth squirrel sat on the floor at couch's edge, as if taking seat to some lewd performance. Roxxan, on the other hand, rose her fat haunches and spread her sodden, hot cleft for the equine, pressing her cunny lips against the tip of Donovan's flank.

The slick, suckling nether mouth ravaged the horse with newfound tingles, and he almost began bucking, driven by some newfound instinct to fuck and breed.

"God, you're insatiable," said Roxxan, teasing the tip with little strokes against her outer lips.

"Fuck, V, remember that bull from northside? Had a cock the size of my arm?"

Roxxan started to moan as she gently pressed herself upon the length, incurring a hiss of pleasure from Donovan, who gripped her curvy thighs for dear life.

"Yeah," replied Sig. "Got soft after the first rumble. I think I got stuck with recording duty."

Rox arched her body, sinking on the malehood, hilting the ebon blade in the hot folds of her sodden, trembling cunt.

"Nnnnnfm. N-n-not thiiiis one, oh shit, not this one at allll. Big fuckin' hoss!"

Donovan yelped as Roxxan took a little 'hop,' a quick bounce to test the sturdiness of his waist. And it held.

"Ohmygod," he moaned, barely coherent. A hand reached out to yank and play with one of Rox's tits, a bust so ample it eclipsed his palm. But at this point it was like a safety bar, as the whole of his pike was plunged deep in tight, ripe squirrel pussy.

Rox gripped his shoulders and began tossing her thick hips upon his length, a lewd display of bounces jiggling her juicy, rotund rear. It started slow, coaxing his momentum, ushering the young stallion to strike back with his own voracious thrusts.

Then, a rapid fire of bounces occurred. Roxxan began bouncing her hefty bottom against Donovan's waist, the motion slick and fluid, hot snatch milking his veiny prick for all it was worth. Loud, audacious claps erupted and smacked the living room air, coupled with Roxxan's squeaking, incessant moans.

"H-h-hosss holyfuck!" she sputtered, her voice broken with each dramatic slap of body, causing the couch to squeak and whine as she fucked the boy steed into submissive pleasure.

"Nnnfnfnnnfnfnroxxxx!"

It was about the only thing Don could muster. A partition of his mind was still functioning, in total disbelief that this beautiful woman was indeed bouncing on his cock. The other was committed to pounding in upward strikes, seeking a newfound desire for satisfaction.

But it wasn't something Don could hold onto for long. It was one thing to have his testes teased by a skilled mouth, and another to play with a pair of tits. But to be inside a woman? Oh by his elders, he wasn't ready for that!

"NNGNH!"

Roxxan continued her endless assault of loud, lewd bounces, but this only procured another powerful spring of ejaculate from the horse. She yelped and whined as her cunny drowned in new waves of issue, cock pumping into her like a merciless piston, fucking virulent seed into her awaiting tunnels.

"Ohholyshit," she yelled, looking back to see her lips utterly drenched with Donovan's essence. The ebon girth pulsed and twitch, balls churning as fresh seed poured into the needy walls, until a river of white dripped from Roxxan's backside.

Beads of sweat coalesced on her orange furred body, as she pulled off the immense inches - almost as quickly as she mounted it.

"Damn," she said between gasps, pointing at the fleshy monolith. "Your turn, V."

Sigveia pulled at her pentagram choker, amazed the cock remained stiff. It showed little sign of yielding, and the squirrels began to wonder if it was more than they could handle.

"Fuck, little prince just won't quit," said Sigveia, trading places with her counterpart.

Donovan, despite his sweating and heavy breaths, was clueless. "M'sorry, I just wanna' keep fucking," he admitted. And he did. Gods, if his cock was this resilient, what else could he do?

"Good," said Roxxan. "About time we got a good fuck."

Sig chittered in agreement, pulling away her bush tail as she mounted Donovan from behind. This time, Don was treated to the sight of dark, black squirrel cunt teasing his tip, along with the generous wobble of Sig's hefty, fat ass.

He could only stare, his hand bolting out to grab palmfuls of the grey cheeks.

"How do you guys have such big butts?" he said.

They laughed. "Dunno. How come you fuck like you could breed an army? You some kinda military model, hoss?" shot back Sig, tossing her hips.

Much like Roxxan, the goth squirrel massaged the axis of black cock between her rump, enticing the horse - as if he needed help. But, also like Roxxan, she was quick to press her hot, exotic cunt along his shaft - teases quickly becoming raunchy dives and rises.

So it was, Donovan got another eyeful of a built woman riding his dick, and a newfound sense of confidence brewed within him.

-*-

The evening carried on much the same way. Each time Donovan would have a squirrel hop onto his cock, only to retain hardness, the duo pairing off to try and sate the beast that was his endless, teenage hunger. They were amazed he hadn't grown sore, as usually a few orgasms was somewhat dangerous by even normal standards.

But finally, finally, after what seemed like hours of hot, endless fucking, Don was sated. The couch was a mess of issue and seed, the furniture broken, and the squirrels limp with exhaustion as their hot cunts leaked rivers of male essence.

When Donovan had the strength to check the time, it was drawing close to midnight. It had been nearly three hours of traded fucks - something only such a trio was capable of.

He barely noticed when they shifted, promptly taking a shower and cleaning themselves. Not like he cared, they could raid the whole house at this point. But everything was a haze, as his body was exhausted, his mast finally softening. He didn't dare touch it.

Only until a hand prodded his shoulder did he feel comfortable moving again.

"Might wanna' wash up hoss, you look like the afterparty of a bad gangbang."

Rox was staring down at him, back in her security clothes, fur and hair freshly cleaned.

He nodded, albeit weakly. "Y-yeah. Don't think I can use these clothes again."

His casual business attire was soaked with sweat and seed. He'd have to burn it at this point. Looking over the squirrel, however, realization hit him.

"Are you leaving?"

Roxxan smirked. "We're your private pussies until you say otherwise. Or the money runs out."

Sigveia's voice chimed in from the kitchen.

"Yeah, we're just gonna' grab some takeout. You fuck like a monster and that works up an appetite."

Donovan closed his eyes. His thoughts cooled, his mind was clear. Shit, just how much was that? _Well_past the 1K mark.

Questions wandered through him. How would he hide that? Could he hide that? Would his parents even care? What would father say?

Sitting up, he looked at the squirrels, tendrils of hunger tugging at his logic. Thick hips, big tits, great lips, amazing fucks. If he ended the contract now, someone else might grab them up? He had no idea.

"Okay," he said. "Uh, get me something?"

Rox shrugged. "You got it babe. What'cha want?

The worlds rattled around in his mind.

You, all the time, anywhere, whenever I want, he thought.

"Vegan burgers," he said.

When he sent them on their way, he stumbled to the shower and cleaned himself, mulling over the evening's events. He supposed if he got flak for it, the old family parable would do him good. He even thought of a new one to add to the Howard legacy.

In for a penny, in for the whole pussy.