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The forest was dark save for a campfire off the beaten path. Robin crept up to the light in silence, careful to be downwind of his target. He peered through the thick foliage surrounding the clearing and perceived the set before him. Huddled around its warmth to stave off the cool night air were two adventurers: a black cat and a dragon, a strange pairing but the mouse had seen weirder. He continued to survey the scene and found what he had been following the duo for: a bag of treasure they had recently scrounged from a recent dungeon dive.

Earlier that day, he happened across them at the entrance of said dungeon. The twink rodent had planned to try to plunder the place himself, but the two men beat him to it. He would have just moved on to the next hotspot if it weren't for the cat tripping and dropping their findings all over the ground for him to see, and he surely liked what he saw. Amongst the pile of coins and gilded objects was a gold crown with several small jewels inlaid around its perimeter. The two hurriedly gathered the goods and rushed away before they garnered too much attention.

The coins Robin scrounged from the site would have afforded him a week of hot meals and warm beds, but that crown would have covered him for years. If he was smart with his money, he could've made it last long enough to start a trade, but once a thief always a thief. He already planned on how he would blow the cash on some nifty tools and trinkets, take a small vacation, and then move onto the next job. But first, he had to steal that crown.

With some focus, he could make out the edge of his target jutting out of the top of the bag. The two men must've recently inspected their good since the sack was open. It sat next to the dragon who was resting on a fallen log he dragged over, but Robin could swipe the goodies without notice if he came in at the correct angle. The only problem was the cat; he sat directly opposite to the dragon and had full view of the treasure. Also, being a feline, he had excellent darkvision and would easily spot the thief.

Deciding the payout was worth the risk, Robin maneuvered around the clearing to the precise spot that would maximize his chances. He used the duo's conversation to mask his sounds as he crept along. He avoided the abundant twigs and sticks that threatened to alert them of his presence and took advantage of his small body to crawl between the bushes without rustling them.

"So, did you figure out what you're going to do with your half?" the dragon asked, his voice deep, yet not as deep as one would expect from his kind. He couldn't have been older than thirty but he gave off a mature aura. The cat pondered for a moment before giving the dragon a lewd grin.

"Bitches, whores, anything with a pussy. I haven't had sex in months so I'm gonna blow it all on women!" He seemed rather proud of his choice and it caused the stern-looking dragon to crack a small smile.

"I thought you took care of that back in the city. You get cold feet?" The amusement was apparent in the dragon's speech.

"They were all dudes! Apparently that whole region worshipped this religion or something that pushed the whole 'sanctity of women' garbage. Not a single female prostitute! They were all girly-boys instead! I was so pissed!"

"I knew that they had males amongst them, but all of them? That's fucking hysterical!" the dragon said between chuckles. "Some of them were pretty cute though. You should've bitten the bullet and had yourself some boy-pussy. They're usually cheaper than women anyway."

"I ain't gay! I'm a real man who needs a real woman!" He stood and placed his hand on his chest to accentuate his statement, though to the dragon he looked more like a spaz than anything. "Anyway, I gotta piss. Watch the stuff while I'm gone." He turned and headed into the forest. The dragon chuckled a bit more and shook his head. He brought his attention back to the fire.

This is my chance! Robin thought, his heart fluttering out of control. The mouse took a moment to hype himself up before slowly creeping his way out of the bushes and toward the treasure. He figured he had half a minute to get in and out. He approached on all fours, utilizing his digitigrade legs like nature intended, and carefully took each step without a single sound. He managed to make it to the bag without issue and he reached up to grab his prize. He had a finger around the ornament and was about to dash away with it when he suddenly heard a bush rustle and feet rapidly padding toward him.

Robin didn't get a chance to turn and look before he was tackled to the ground and pinned by the cat. The dragon startled and spun around, sword already in hand. "God dammit Greg! I told you to watch the goods!" the cat screamed as he clutched the squirming mouse. The tussle lasted a minute before the feline got Robin into a chokehold.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please let me go!" Robin blabbered, his heart now racing. He felt a knife against his throat and he froze.

"The hell do you think you're doing, bitch? Thinking you can steal from us? I should just kill you right now and be done with it!"

"Please don't!" Robin's eyes watered and a tear rolled down his cheek. Am I really this weak? he thought to himself. This was the first time he was caught up in a straight up tussle, and with a rather violent vagabond no less.

"Give him to me John," the dragon commanded in a tired tone. He grabbed the mouse from the cat and sat him on the log next to him. Greg had his arm around his shoulder, both to relax the rodent and to keep him from running. His iron grip gave Robin no chance at freedom unless the dragon allowed it. Robin was shivering and silent.

"Can't believe you're gonna let this one go too. This is the reason why they keep coming!" John stated with an exaggerated sigh. "You should just let me kill them off. It's quicker that way."

"We haven't murdered anyone before and we aren't going to start with this kid. Like I said the last time, you can only fight the ones who fight back. If they give up, you keep it civil."

"Okay, da-a-ad," the cat sarcastically replied. He huffed and sat back down on his own log. He glared daggers at the unwanted newcomer as he inspected him with precise eyes. It unnerved Robin.

Wanting to break the tension, Robin asked the dragon, "So, you're a father?"

Greg snorted. "Nah. Johnny is being a little prick over there. Then again, my parents did die when I was in my teens and I ended up taking care of my siblings. It's how I initially ended up in mercenary work which then branched out into adventuring." A pause. "What about you, err..."

"Robin. My name's Robin. Um, my parents kicked me out when I was thirteen and I've been on the streets ever since. Tried to get into magic but I had no talent for casting spells. I'm okay at rituals, I guess, but it's not too useful."

"Oh, boohoo to both of you," John interrupted. Despite his attitude, he didn't stop staring at Robin. His glare was now less threatening and more curious, as if he spotted a clue and was investigating for the secret it led to. It made Robin incredibly self-conscious. The dragon raised an eyebrow at the cat but didn't pursue the topic.

"Anyway," Greg began, "I guess we can help a downtrodden mouse get out of his rut. I'll let you have a single item in our stash if you promise to turn yourself around." Robin's eyes widened. A dragon of all things giving away treasure!?

"What the hell, Greg! You're just giving away our shit for free!?" The feline looked like he was about to pounce, but a well-timed glare from the dragon shut him down.

"'One thing' I said John. The trinkets in there are all worth about the same so we aren't going to lose out on anything big." Greg slid the bag next to him and nudged Robin toward it. Taking the chance given to him, he hopped off his seat and bent down to inspect the stash. He took a minute to inspect everything but his eyes stayed on that crown. He was so enamored with the headwear that he didn't notice the cat right behind him.

Without warning, John jumped down and shoved his snout against Robin's bottom. The mouse squeaked and looked over his shoulder, but what he saw scared him. John's grin was sinister with lewd intent. "No. Fucking. Way." he said. He grabbed the mouse, once again pinned him to the ground, and pulled down his pants.

"Fucking yes! I knew I smelled pussy!" Between Robin's legs was the prize John simply couldn't wait for. He scrambled with the mouse and got him on his elbows and knees with a seemingly practiced set of maneuvers. He had just unbuttoned his own pants before the dragon yelled at him.

"John! Calm the fuck down for a second!" Greg bellowed. The cat looked at him in disgust.

"You are not taking this from me! You won't let me kill him, you're giving away our hard-earned stuff, and now you're denying me pussy as well. Fuck off!"

"I said 'calm down'. I didn't say you couldn't have him," he said, lowering his voice to help defuse the moment. John grit his teeth, but he relented and let the dragon have his way.

"Okay. I'll hold up. What do you want?" Acknowledging John's submission, he knelt down before the struggling mouse. Robin looked up to him with pleading eyes.

"Okay kid, here's the deal. My companion isn't going to be swayed without any additional violence, so I've got two choices for you. One, you can fight him along the way and make this into some sort of punishment, or two, you can play along and I'll give you two things from our bag in exchange for keeping us company. Either way, you're getting something from this. It all depends on how you want to view it."

Robin mulled it over, though it was difficult mainly because the cat's dick was free from his pants and being rubbed between his butt cheeks. Although the situation wasn't ideal, he decided it was simply better to give in. It wouldn't be the first time he gave away his body for money.

"Okay, you can have me," Robin responded in defeat. He moved his tail out of the way and presented himself without resistance. The cat was almost drooling at the sight and without warning, he immediately plunged his cock into Robin's cunt, eliciting another squeak from him.

"Ah yes!" John sighed, his face plastered with a dopey grin. "This girl looks like a dude but the pussy is genuine!"

"I guess, but I am a boy," Robin corrected, his voice barely above a mumble. John tilted his head in confusion.

"Uh, whatever you say, girl."

Greg reached around and pushed his hand up Robin's shirt. He rubbed his flat chest. "Yep, he's a boy with a vagina. Honestly, not the first one I've seen."

John raised his eyebrows. "Huh, no shit. I thought they were a myth." He looked over to the treasure bag and grabbed the crown. He shoved it onto Robin's head. "Look! He's king of the cuntboys!" He laughed at his own joke and began humping the rodent. "Praise be to our lord and his fine pussy!"

Robin looked down at the ground, his face and ears red hot in embarrassment. The dragon chuckled and sat down, using the log as a backrest. He unbuttoned his pants and casually masturbated to the show. He watched the cat work himself to a nice speed that was both efficient and pleasurable. Robin couldn't help but moan with every thrust; the cat was a good lay despite his personality and he definitely knew how to please a woman, or boy in this case.

Greg's eyes darted between the gleeful cat, the timid mouse, and the crown on his head. A thought occurred to him. "Hey, kid. Why are you so interested in that crown in the first place? I'm pretty sure we have things easier to conceal and sell in there." The cat looked down at his bitch, but he didn't slow down. When Robin looked away, he knew something was up. "If you don't say anything, I'll take it away from you."

"Y-you'll take it i-if I tell you too," Robin stuttered. It was hard to hold a conversation while being relentlessly screwed by a sex-crazed lunatic. Greg grimaced.

"If you tell us, I promise I won't take it from you. I give you my word as a dragon." Robin puffed his cheeks but he didn't have much choice in the matter.

"Fine. Can y-you slow down for a sec?" Robin asked the cat. John rolled his eyes and slowed his rutting to a more loving speed. The mouse collected his thoughts. "The crown itself is just worth its weight in gold, but the gems are magic. Each one has a protection enchantment on it. Its ancient magic and wizards go crazy for that kind of stuff."

"It doesn't seem like its protecting you that well," John pointed out. He started to furiously fuck him again.

"I-it requires at-attunement by -ah, ahn- a m-monarch-ch." Robin gave up on speaking after that. He started drooling from his slightly-gaped mouth and struggled keeping his legs stable.

"Interesting," the dragon remarked. "I'm surprised, though. You knew all of that from a glance?" Robin nodded. His eyes were screwed shut. The dragon pondered the mouse's skill before turning to the feline. "Hey John, how much do you like our new friend here?"

John gave him an inquisitive look. "What, you want to keep him because he knows some voodoo shit? I'm not too thrilled about splitting our profits three ways." A few more thrusts. "Your homeland still practices slavery, right? What about that?" Robin gulped.

"Nah, it'll cause more trouble than it's worth, even if we find some magical means to do it. Politics and all." John shrugged and continued to pound the rodent's hole. "Boy, how proficient are you in things like trap detection and disarmament?" Robin gave a thumbs up. "I say we keep him. You're good with everything mobility but we still end up falling into every trap in existence, mundane or magical. Our medical bills being slashed should make up for having a third wheel. You'll get all the 'pussy' you want on the road too."

It didn't take long for the cat to think it through. "Alright, but you're the one who's gonna feed and walk him."

"Don't I already do that with you?" the dragon sneered.

"Fuck off Greg!" John felt a familiar tingling in his loins and was just about to blow, though he was beaten to the finish line by Robin. The rodent's body shuddered with orgasmic bliss as he was sent over the edge by John's relentless sex. A long, loud moan escaped his lips and several streamers of saliva dripped from them. John didn't notice with his own climax so close and a few more thrusts stimulated him enough to get him there.

The cat unloaded his pent-up seed deep into the cuntboy, filling his useless uterus with his virile fluids. The introduction of his semen gave Robin an instinctual satisfaction only available to those with his equipment. It felt like ages before the last dregs of John's cum left his dick. The cat nearly collapsed from exhaustion on top of Robin but managed to catch himself with his arms. The duo experienced their afterglows together for another minute before the cat pulled himself out. His prick hung limp between his legs and he sat his bare bottom down onto the ground, using his log a backrest similar to Greg.

Greg, meanwhile, was still fluffing himself. He initially planned to just rub one out but after seeing John's performance, he was hungry for some mouse booty as well. "Sorry to cut in on your break kiddo, but there are two of us here and I want to see that mouth of yours in action." John shot him a lewd grin and he replied in same. Robin looked at him with a confused expression.

"I thought I only had to deal with him," the mouse whined.

"I'm pretty sure the agreement was that you'd 'keep us company.' Us." He pointed at John and then himself several times. Robin groaned but his greed controlled him. He brought himself up on his hands and knees and crawled over to the awaiting dragon. The change in gravity caused some of John's cum to drip from his crotch, a sight that made the cat snicker. He gave Greg a pouty look before descending on his dick.

Robin pushed his smooth into the base of his penis and licked the organ all the way to the tip. When he reached the top, he opened his mouth and engulfed the draconic meat within his maw. Forming a seal with his lips, and began suckling and bobbing. He utilized his tongue to its fullest extent and he eventually worked himself into a steady rhythm. John could hear the muffled slurping from where he was sitting. "How is it, Greg?" he asked.

"Fucking excellent," the dragon sighed. He leaned his weight into the log and placed his hand on the back of Robin's head, his fingers running through his hair. He cupped one of the mouse's ears with his thumb and felt the soft skin. Robin wasn't urged to speed up or change his methods by the dragon, allowing him to relax and enjoy the blowjob as much as him. He may be a thief but he enjoyed giving others some satisfaction once in a while. His whip-like tail waved in the air behind him in contentment.

The bitter pre Robin sucked out of his dick was a taste he acquired long ago and it stimulated him to keep going. He listened as the dragon quietly cooed and moaned and he liked having his hair kneaded as he went. He was almost in a trance as he suckled his cock and he completely forgot he was literally half-naked in the middle of nowhere with two strangers. He would have continued for hours if Greg didn't grab his skull and pull him off. Being interrupted in the middle of the job left Greg's dick smothered in saliva.

"As much as I would love to drown you with my seed, I think it'd be much better off under that tail of yours." It took Robin a moment to register his statement.

"Wait, what?"

"You heard me. C'mon, hands and knees. Daddy needs a tight hole to fuck."

As Robin awkwardly did as he was told, John chimed in. "Why his ass? His cunt is pretty nice."

"It's also filled with kitty cum and I'm not sticking my dick in that. I'm not one for sloppy seconds."

"Fair enough," John agreed with a shrug. Greg palmed Robin's butt and pulled apart his cheeks, exposing his anus to the cool air. The dragon spit on his hole and lined his tip up against it.

"Hope you're ready boy." Robin forced himself to relax and signalled that he was prepared with a nod. Greg touched his tip to his pucker and slowly forced himself inside. Greg was a large man with a package to match and the rodent was spread incredibly wide. Robin clenched his jaw and whined he was entered inch by inch. He was aroused enough to process some of the stinging pain as pleasure but the size of it applied plenty of pressure on his insides.

When Greg fully nested himself within Robin's warmth, the two breathed a sigh of relief. The dragon allowed his mate a moment to adjust before slowly breeding him. Unlike the cat who rutted him at light speed, Greg was careful and loving. It was necessary as his size and strength could easily harm the boy's sensitive passage.

In and out Greg went as his thrusts picked up speed and he eventually settled on a casual pace. He wasn't the type to rush through sex, preferring to enjoy everything Robin offered him. He soaked in every moan and whine, every instinctual clench of his anus, and how his tail wrapped around his body as if he were holding onto him for support. I'm going to enjoy having him around, Greg thought with a toothy grin.

Even though he wasn't used to anal sex, Robin was enjoying himself. Greg's cock pressed against his inner walls and indirectly stimulated his vagina. His meat went farther than any foreign object had gone before and the overwhelming sensations had him lost in bliss. He could feel another orgasm coming up and he knew the dragon wouldn't stop until he got him off.

The intercourse went on for a few more minutes before Robin had his second climax of the night. He pursed his thighs and shuddered as the same orgasmic pleasure rushed through his body. When Greg realized what transpired, he picked up his pace and fucked Robin throughout his orgasm, causing him to moan with every thrust. The mouse collapsed onto his chest with his ass still in the air as he weathered the beating to his rectum.

With one final push, Greg unloaded his seed deep into the mouse's velvet innards, permeating his belly with plenty of semen. Being the virile creature he was, Greg filled him like a pump and Robin slowly bloated like a waterskin. When it was all over, the rodent had a slight gut and he could swear he could taste the salty liquid in the back of his throat. Greg pulled himself out, unleashing a small torrent of cum from his backside. Robin shuddered from the feeling, but he loved it all the same.

Robin sat on his haunches and allowed his body to drain and equal itself out. A pool of the two males' collective fluids formed between his legs. Greg and John watched him with a somewhat morbid curiosity, causing the mouse to avert his eyes in embarrassment. When he felt a balance had been reached, he stood up with some difficulty and went to grab his pants. The dragon snatched them before he got close and shoved them into his bag.

Robin's head snapped toward the dragon. "What now?" he whined, his exhaustion very apparent in his voice.

"You're not going to need these for a while. The closest city that's rich enough to exchange our gold is days away."

"And what does that have to do with my pants?" He stomped his foot in irritation and nearly fell over.

Greg's grin widened. "Let's just say you're going to be busy."