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The hyena was pissed off. That much was apparent when Finn slipped through the gym's front door. For days the otter had been looking forward to working out with the big animal. And what happened? He forgot to set an alarm. Typical.

Said animal was setting dumbbells on a rack, a firm scowl on his face. He did not turn to acknowledge the creature who entered.

"Hi Marcel, I... I'm sorry I'm late. I was..."

"I don't need to hear your excuses."

That growl, that snarl in the hyena's speech, the way those claws gripped the dumbbells, showing the flex of the animal's bare arms, all made the little otter shiver. Marcel had every right to be annoyed with him: the hyena had agreed to meet up, early on a Sunday morning, when they could have both been asleep, and now Finn had arrived late. A pretty poor start.

Finn stood in silence, paws clenched. The drone and the rattle of the gym's air conditioner was the only sound between them. Slowly, Marcel turned his head just enough to lock eyes with the small otter in the doorway, who was slightly out-of-breath after running the final couple hundred yards. The hyena's stare was confident, strong, penetrating. Finn tried a smile. It felt pathetic in comparison.

"Why are you still wasting time? Go get changed."

Finn skittered away, relieved to be dismissed. He headed through the main fitness studio to the changing room out back. In one of the gym's mirrors, he thought he saw the hyena rub his crotch with one paw, and utter a snarl. But he didn't stay to investigate.

Finn didn't have much changing to do: he was already wearing most of his gym clothes, and he had brought a change of clothes in his kit bag. He hung up his hoodie and changed his shoes, and that was about it. He was about to return to the studio, when he heard a clang of metal, and the hyena's snarling roar, which echoed around the gym and carried into the locker room. Did he do that just so the otter could hear?

The otter returned in his plain black T shirt and shorts. He held a water bottle in one paw, and a towel in another. The hyena was waiting for him. He paused in the locker room doorway.

"Alright, let's get started."

But the otter stayed where he was. Marcel sighed, and shot him a tooth-filled grin. That didn't help him ease up. But maybe that wasn't Marcel's intention.

"Relax, Finn. I'm still not gonna eat you."

"Oh... okay. But, like, is Bruce around?"

Marcel's barked out a laugh. "Bruce? If I know that puppy, which I do, he'll be tucked up in his den right now, grippin' that thick knot of his. Creature o' habit, that wolf is. So yeah, we got the run of this place."

"Okay, so it's true then?"

"What is?"

"That Bruce really lets you in here, any time you want?"

Marcel shrugged. "More or less. As long as ya give him some advance notice. Anyway Finn, less talk, more work. Take a seat on that bench over there, if you don't mind."

The hyena indicated the workout bench with a claw, and Finn trotted in that direction. The otter took a seat, his tail trailing to one side of the bench. The hyena dropped to his level, that tough jaw within biting distance of the little lutrine. Finn locked his claws together, and swallowed.

"Okay, first question. You've never had a personal trainer before, or any focused gym routine?"

"Um, no, not really. I just went in the gym, and did a bit of everything till I felt tired. That's... I'm guessing that's not the way to do it."

"Well, it's not ideal, but you've still got plenty of time to get into good habits. And I get it, kid: you walk into a place like this, and there's all these big, strong predators there, stalking around like they're kings of the savannah. But there's two ways of dealing with this. You can either get overwhelmed by all this gear, and the guys, and their... musk..."

Marcel grunted. Finn blinked at the hot hyena breath washing over his face.

"Or, you can make this your territory. Just like you make the pool your territory. Now don't deny that. I've seen you at that pool. When you weave through that water, you own it. And you've got to own this space too. After all, the exercises are different, but you're aiming for the same goals: to get fitter, and stronger, as each day goes by."

Finn nodded. All made sense so far.

"But, before we make a start, we've got to focus on our goals. It ain't a matter of coming into a gym, lifting some weights, doing some squats, and you end up as big as me. I'm going to be brutal, Finn, that is not gonna happen. But neither should that be your goal. You're a swimmer, so your gym training has to complement that. In other words, you want the bulk of your workout to focus on those big swimming muscles of yours. For you otters, that's the lats..." Marcel rested a claw on the otter's back. "And the pecs." He brought his paw forward to the otter's front. Held it there. A little longer than necessary. "But we don't just focus on them. You use your whole body in swimming, in all sports in fact, and so you gotta give your whole body a workout. With that in mind, it's a matter of tailoring weight, number of sets, and reps. That's repetitions of each move. You might have heard that one when you were Googling stuff. But don't worry, you'll pick up the lingo soon enough. Right!"

Marcel stood up and fetched a barbell. He held it with one paw, in its centre.

"Okay, we're going to start with a military press, which will work those lats, triceps, and delts - the delt's the muscle on top of your arms and shoulders. So grip this, fingers facing forward. The bar itself has some weight, so we're not adding any extra."

Finn took the bar. After a few seconds of struggling, he got it balanced.

"Paws a bit wider, slightly wider than your shoulders. Back straight too, that's very important. Okay, now rest the bar on your chest... good... and lift the bar right up above your head. But keep looking forward, you don't have to watch yourself lifting it, you're not going to hit anything above you. That's better. Okay, now you're at the top, careful not to lock your arms, so keep a little looseness in your elbows. Now, bring the bar back down... whoa, in front of your head, never behind it... back until it rests on your chest. And there you go. That's one rep: once up and once down. Now I want to see twelve of those, in your own time. And remember, keep looking forward."

Finn began. He was a little slow at first, but that was fine while he focused on technique. He listened to the hyena's instructions, taking note of the little corrections. Towards the end, Finn thought he was getting the hang of it, and so he let the motions become a bit automatic, and his eyes drift elsewhere. And that was when he caught sight of the hyena's crotch. The outline of the animal's sheath was visible through his tight gym shorts.

Suddenly Marcel barked Finn's name, and the otter focused and completed a set. Afterwards, Marcel took the bar from him.

"How'd you find that? Could you have done more?"

"Well, I was starting to feel it by the end, but yeah, I probably could have done a few more."

"Hmm, you're a bit stronger than you look. I'll get you a heavier bar to try."

Marcel returned with the bar, and they began a second set. By the end, Finn's arms were trembling. But he finished, took a minute to recover, and tackled his third set with gritted teeth and a focused stare. Marcel counted the final reps - "ten, eleven, and... twelve!" - and took the bar away with a single paw, while Finn rubbed his arms and winced.

"Not a bad start. One word of advice though: relax. We're here to enjoy this"

The otter considered this for a second, then nodded. "You're absolutely right."

"'Course I am." The hyena beamed, all of his upper fangs on display. "There's more to this yeen than dumb muscle."

"Oh, I'm well aware of that," the otter grinned back.

"There we are, otter-boy's relaxing already. Right, that's three sets, which will start us off nicely. So onto the next exercise."

Marcel instructed the otter to lie back, and he brought over two dumbbells from the rack.

"Okay, take one of these in each paw, and lift them directly over your head. Now we're going to do a bench fly. The key to this exercise is keeping your pecs tight." Marcel touched his pawpads to the otter's chest.

"Tighter. Engage, Finn."

The otter tensed. Marcel gripped that little bit tighter, uttered a rustling growl, then smirked and pulled his paw away.

"Good. Now keep your feet firmly on the floor. Again, you don't want your arms fully locked. Now, lower the weights, slowly, until they're below your shoulders... little more... there you go. Now, drive all that weight back up to the top. Nice. Growl a bit if you need to, we're here to work. Now, I want you to repeat that, but when you get near the top, focus on squeezing your chest, so you're working your pecs nice and hard. So, down... and up, squeeze, and there you go."

Finn found this exercise harder, and he was grateful for his rest breaks. Marcel timed each minute-long break to the second, and when it was time for the next set, Finn dared not hesitate. Grunting, he made it through his second set, as sweat started to break on his brow. On the third set, by the half-way point, he was close to giving up, but a growl from the hyena made him gulp, and focus. Nine, ten, eleven...

"And the last one. Keep working, keep driving..."

Finn fought against gravity and the ache in his arms during his final rep. Marcel straddled the otter, and, taking hold of each dumbbell, he helped the smaller animal lift the weights back to the top. And held him there. With the hyena's massive weight atop him on the bench. And that erection, that thick heavy fully-emerged yeen meat, pressing down on him too. Against his own hard-on. The hyena throbbed in his shorts. Finn twitched in his.

"Marcel, you're..."

The hyena leaned down, smirking the breadth of his bristly maw.

"I'm what, Finn?"

The otter bit his lip, quivered under the big hyena, and finally sighed.

"You're damn gorgeous."

Throb.

Twitch.

Marcel took a firmer hold on the dumbbells, pulling them towards himself. Finn let them go, dropping his arms with a sigh of relief. Marcel set the weights either side of the bench, and straightened up with a murr, while still keeping Finn pinned to the bench with his body. That murr continued, threatening to rise to a snarl, as the animal pulled off his sleeveless shirt, casting it aside with a massive-jawed yawn and a claw-comb through his mane. Finn remembered well how toned the hyena was, and yet he still stared, taking in the sight of the muscled beast atop him. Whether covered in trim dark-brown fur, as his front was, or covered by that trademark spotted pelt, as his sides and back were, every part of the hyena was massive. Now, Finn could see every flex and every ripple of the hyena's muscles against his own flat stomach. Despite the hyena's size, there wasn't an ounce of excess fat on him. The animal took hold of the bench, either side of Finn. This pressed him nice and firm against the smaller critter, and he let that erection throb a few times against the otter's stomach.

"Should... should we be doing this, Marcel?"

The hyena smirked. "Why not? There's nobody else around to stop us."

"But what about, you know, the cameras...."

Marcel's laugh was heavy and drawling. "Relax. The only one who sees that footage is Bruce. And believe me, he's already seen plenty of me. And not just on film, either."

"Now there's a surprise..." the otter muttered.

"What was that?" Marcel put a single claw under Finn's chin, turning the otter's head so he was staring at the grinning yeen.

"Nothing."

Marcel's maw stayed locked in that grin.

"Don't play innocent. I've seen you, sneaking glances at Bruce. You like him yourself, don't you? That Wolf."

Marcel spoke that W as a heavy, breathy rumble. And when the otter tried not to squirm (and failed), the hyena smirked wider still.

"Yeah you do. So how about we give that puppy a show."

Marcel stood, his eyes never leaving Finn, and he stepped backwards off the bench. Clawed paws slipped into the waistband of those sport shorts, and Finn actually propped himself on his elbows to watch the next part. The animal lifted his shorts over his pride, and down they slipped, nice and slow, until the hyena's erection sprung up with a loud slap onto his firm stomach. Finn had seen the animal's cock before. There was no forgetting it. Thick, black, barbed at the end, and perfect for this huge hyena. On top of that, Marcel had been drooling precum in his shorts, and a long string of the hyena's musk ran from his cock-tip back down into his shorts. Marcel growled, stepped out of his shorts, and cast them aside. He let his precum flow, letting it drip on the gym mat. And Finn could not tear his eyes away.

"I said you were good-looking before, but... wow... that's some sight."

Marcel was more than happy to let Finn drink in said sight. And drink it in he did. That hyena was shameless, and Finn spent a good long while staring at the beast on display.

"Hey Finn."

"Mmm?"

"You're a little overdressed."

"Oh, um...."

The otter sat up and turned sideways on the bench. He pulled off his T shirt and cast it aside. Now his own upper body was on display, lean and lightly defined. And his own erection showed no sign of fading. It tented his shorts, making it awkward to move.

"Well how about that? Thought a swim team otter would at least be comfortable shirtless."

Normally he was. But normally, there wasn't well north of two hundred pounds of animal nearby, who could easily tear his clothes off if he didn't comply. The hyena was about to speak again. However Finn knew what the next stage was. He unfastened his trainers, taking them off along with his white socks. Next, he rose to his bare feet. His undressing was hastier than the hyena's, but he still had to take care when levering his shorts and briefs over his erection. As the young, inexperienced otter showed more and more fur, Marcel licked his maw with his broad tongue, stroking himself from base to barbs, a move that squeezed a thick runnel of hyena pre from his cock.

"So..." the otter enquired. "Where do you want me?"

Marcel indicated with a claw. "On the bench again. On your back."

Finn returned to the bench as instructed. Within seconds the hyena was looming above him. As stiff as Finn was, though, there was no way he could match the size of the beast that throbbed against him and drooled musk onto his crotch. Marcel's cock rustled on his groin fur, matching the rustle of the hyena's nasal breaths. On the return stroke, the hyena's barbs glided through his fur.

"There. Much better without any clothes in the way."

Finn could hardly deny that. Here in the coolness of the air-conditioned gym, Finn took in the scents around him: rubber, a faint hint of disinfectant, and of course animal musk, male in particular. As scents went, it was full of promise: the promise of seeing, spying, and yes, even spending time with some real males. As for the specific animals he scented, there was himself, maybe other gym-goers too, but most definitely the hyena. That particular animal's stink was potent now, and Finn knew from experience it would only thicken from here on. The hyena was already leaving great streaks of scent across the otter's waterproof fur. And judging by how full and how tight that hyena's scrotum was, there was every chance the spotted brute would soak him again.

"I've gotta ask you. Did you just arrange this session so you could... you know..."

Aw, he couldn't even bring himself to say it. Too cute.

"So I could what, Finn?"

A nervous laugh, almost a giggle, from the otter. "Okay, I... I'll tell you something silly. All last night, and all this morning, I just had this image of you pouncing me the second I walked in the door."

That hunter's grin again. "Finn. I am a big, wild animal.. But I'm also true to my word. You wanted help with your workouts, I agreed to assist. That said, I know how you see me. The boners you pop when I'm near you, never mind_grinding_ onto you..." The growl, and the grind, made Finn murr. "And all those late nights you spend on my social media. You don't just 'like' my pictures, do you? You're picturing what else there is, just out of view. And you're just wishing you had your little webbed paws around me again. So tell me, Finn. What do you see us doing?"

"I...

"Don't be shy, kid. We're both mature enough."

"Well I... I see you on my bed. You're curled up a little - my bed's a bit small for a yeen.."

"Ha ha ha, of course it is. Continue."

"And we're kind of... just... lying there. I've got my back to you, and you've got your arms around me. I can feel your breath, I can smell you, and...mmmf... I can feel you, Marcel. Hard, barbed... and that's when we start to... to..."

"We start to, what, do this?"

And Finn felt the hyena for real. Every last kilogram of the hyena's strength, grinding down, grinding that slick black hyena-cock onto the otter's lithe form.

"And just so you know: I've had my eye on you, Finn. Ever since you joined this gym."

"R... really? You have?"

"Yeah. And not just 'cause you're a handsome otter, though that is a big draw. You're dedicated to what you do, your swimming, your fitness. And you've got that drive to keep getting better. As you can probably guess, I admire that in an animal."

Now the hyena was properly looming over him, a heavy bone-crushing grin set on his jaw.

"Now how about I give you a closer look?"

Finn was not going to turn that offer down. On Marcel's instruction, he lay right back, and the hyena padded to the other end of the bench, where Finn was resting his head. He watched every digitigrade step of the big spot-furred animal, every sway of those heavy animal orbs, and that proud hyena erection which led the way. Marcel leaned down and grabbed the bench, growling. Now the African predator was filling his whole view, and that delicious male scent was filling his mind. Barely an inch above him, that cock was meaty, the tapered end surrounded by rows of feliform barbs. That was to say nothing of the size of the hyena's balls. These were covered in a pouch of light fuzz, his left slightly lower than his right, and both of them were plump, hefty-looking. Yes, this muscle-packing yeen was all-natural. Short muzzle and rounded nose strained up, to reach him, to touch him, to feel his heat. Finn sniffed, desperate for more, when a sharp chuckle broke Finn out of his reverie.

"Well, who am I to resist a hungry whimper like that?"

Finn wasn't even aware he'd whimpered. Marcel held his wide stance, his thighs tense, showing off those muscles that helped him stand so firm in the rugby scrum, or churn up yards on the pitch in open play. And then he crouched, lowering his sweat-coated scrotum to smother the otter's face. There was a muffled murmur from the little lutrine underneath, but it was not one of protest.

"Mmm. Can't wait to stretch you open, Finn."

The otter went rigid.

"And I ain't talking about your throat"

Beneath him, the otter began to tremble, opening and closing his maw and trying to formulate a response, until eventually he squeaked out a single-word reply.

"N-no..."

The hyena stopped. Stood upwards with a growl.

"What do you mean, no?"

The hyena stared him down, curling his maw to show off one meat-ripping tooth. Finn flinched. Had he made the hyena angry?

"I mean, not under my tail."

Marcel rubbed the otter's short muzzle. "Why not? You wanted a yeen to mate you this morning?"

"Well, yeah, but, I'm not sure now. You're just so... big."

Suddenly the hyena's smile turned playful, almost puppyish.

"Relax, Finn. I'm not claiming your tail today."

"But I am."

And then came a laugh. Not deep and resonant like before, but a wild, mad, cackling bray which echoed off every wall of the gym. Claws gripped the otter's flanks, smaller than Marcel's but just as sharp-tipped and deadly.

"Wh... what's going on?"

"Oh, nothing. I just brought someone along for company."

"What? You said there was no-one else around!"

"Actually Finn, I said there was nobody to stop us."

Finn still hadn't registered which animal now held him in its clutches, when something pressed at his tailhole, making him squeak. The animal in question gave a few hard twitches, which slickened the otter with natural lube, before a single hard thrust shunted the animal's tapered cock home. Finnegan's cry was loud and pained, the rawness of an animal penetrating him with minimal lube making him screw his eyes shut. He arched his flexible back on the bench, his heartbeat thrummed in his ears, and the cackling animal hauled him onto its cock, like a squirming furred condom.

"Yeah... this ought to be a little more... otter-sized."

Warmth washed over the otter, spreading from his penetrated tail right up his aching body. At first his body stayed firm, but once enough of the animal was inside him to make him wince, he began to breathe deep, willing himself to relax.

"Oh, and I know Marcel was sooo looking forward to fucking you. All that otter porn he was looking up last night, that slap of his wet cock as he jerked it for two hours straight, the way he pulled himself back from the edge while snarling your name. Heh, what can I say, brother? Better luck next time."

Finn snapped his eyes open.

"Brother?"

"Yeah," Marcel said nonchalantly. He stayed put, standing over the otter's head, and stroked his erection back to full thickness. "This is my brother Zak. Zak, meet FInn."

"Pleased to mate you." And then that feral laugh again. Now Finn could see the wide-mawed animal who had such a wicked, unsettling laugh. So many teeth. It was a hyena alright. He looked about half the size of Marcel, but their fur patterns were far too similar to be a coincidence.

Claws trailed up Finn's body. The otter dried to draw himself away from them, on instinct, but they kept raking higher, right to his neck. Finn swallowed, but the younger yeen, Zak, let a big gap-toothed grin play across his maw. A long strand of yeen drool dripped from the corner of Zak's maw, right onto the otter's nose. Finn was stunned. Two hyena brothers! And honestly, he didn't know which one was more intimidating. Marcel could have snapped him in half, but it seemed he could control some of his wilder instincts - some of the time. But with his younger, scrawnier, cackling brother, all bets were off. The only constant was that erection, which stayed hard as a teenager in his first otter-pile. Harder the omega yeen thrust, and deeper those barbs scratched inside him. They made the otter wince, a fact which did not escape Zak's notice. Judging by the way he angled his withdrawals, dragging those barbs almost painfully within Finn, he must have been well aware what effect his endowment had on another animal. And he must have loved it.

"By the way, ain't got any condoms with me, so I'm gonna have to pull out of you just before I'm finished. Mind you, if I like you that much..."

But from above, Marcel growled. A dangerous growl.

"So-rry." The younger yeen drooled with sarcasm. "I won't fuck up your boyfriend then."

Zak settled into a pounding, steady rhythm, shaking the otter with each thrust.

"Now let me guess. This is the first time you've taken a guy with barbs."

"Um, actually...yow!"

The hyena crooned, and thrust the near-entirety of his spined length deep into the tight otter. "Not a smart answer, pup. 'Cause you see, now I know you can take me. And I got no incentive to go easy on y..."

Finn was holding onto Zak's arms, claws digging in just a little. But the paws were firm. So was the otter's gaze. Not a hint of timidity about him - only a whiskery grin.

"Then don't."

For a split second, the scrappy hyena paused. But then the otter bucked, just a little, nudging the hyena's barbs another half-inch deeper inside him. Zak's maw stretched into a feral smirk, then stretched wider still, until he could no longer contain his mirth and he erupted with a guffaw of delight, drilling and drilling his erection as deep as he could into the otter, every few times giving an even harder buck, the otter's warmth and firmness sending a pleasured shiver right up his spine. Despite his thin size, he mustered a remarkable amount of power. Each hard growling buck from the punk drew a rapid gasp from the otter.

"You're surprised, aren't ya? I may not work out as much as Meat-For-Brains there. But us yeens got plenty of natural strength. Besides, tussling with an animal the size of Marcel, as often as I do... that'll soon toughen_you_ up."

"And speaking of animals and their size..."

Marcel took a hold of Finn, stroking the otter's cheek, before tipping his head back. Now, the otter's throat was straight.Perfect. Finn understood, opened his mouth, and slowly, finally, took Marcel into his maw. He brought up his webbed paws, first hefting up the hyena's weighted orbs, but when the older brother penetrated his muzzle deeper, and the younger brother threatened to stuff his throat and make him choke, he braced his paws instead on the Marcel's solid thighs. He tried to push, he really tried to put up some resistance. But under the assault of these two wild, laughing beasts, he was at their mercy.

"Hey, it's Finn isn't it? Just so you know, I'm getting close. And, hmm, I'll be honest, I'm still seriously considering keeping myself and my load buried deep within you..."

"Zak."

"You sure? I could hit my peak at any moment now. And it would aaaaall be over in seconds. Just like this." Finn felt the hyena's cock_pump, pump, pump_inside him, and he squirmed, which only dug those barbs deeper into him, and made the hyena laugh more.

"So do you trust me? Do you believe I'll pull out?"

"Zak! That is enough."

"Oh, get off your high horse. I heard ya growlin' last night, 'bout how you wanted to stuff his little rudder-tail full o' yeen cum." Snicker. "You're thinking about it right now. And, what's more, you're seriously tempted to let me finish. I bet he looks damn cute when a man cums in him bareback."

The bigger hyena may have been tempted, he may have twitched his cock in the otter's throat, but he shook his head all the same. Zak sighed.

"Very well. As His Majesty commandeth. Get ready kid, this is gonna drench you."

Scowling at his brother, eyes locked on the larger hyena, Zak gave a rough backwards haul, dragging his hard length right from Finn's tailhole. At least that made the otter yelp. And it only took a few paw-pumps before the scrawny horny yeen erupted with a loud unhinged cackle, and he shot great thick ropes of yeen musk all over the otter, painting the lutrine's body and throat, even getting a good two or three shots on Marcel. Finn closed his eyes, feeling that warm musky yeen semen land across him and soak into his chocolate fur. The hyena's orgasm was long and welcome, and he pawed and tensed and bared his fangs and snorted up at his brother with each shot of hyena cum he lashed across Finn's body. The otter, for his part, twisted on the bench, a clear whimper escaping his stuffed maw, his tailhole clenching around the empty space where Zak's erection once was.

"Aww, that was really mean of you, Marcel. Listen how much he wanted it."

"Yeah, well, at least he'll get one end filled."

And taking his own cue, the bigger hyena picked up the pace - though, apart from one soft grunt, it seemingly took hardly any more effort to buck faster into Finn's maw. For his part, the otter kept his maw open wide, making it as easy as possible for that thick barbed hyena to buck in and out, in and out. Marcel was about to take the otter's head and ease him deeper onto his cock, when Finn suddenly gulped and took the yeen into his throat by himself. The animal uttered a shuddering bark - that was nearly game over. Two thirds of the hyena was now in the otter - and what a sight it made. Marcel took in the sight, feeling the heat and the tightness of the otter's throat, and he felt a stirring, deep within his very animal instincts. It was time. Marcel tightened his grip, letting the otter feel claws on his shoulder, and he ground himself into the gulping otter, the moans and the slick slurps from the little animal driving the hyena nearer and nearer to his peak which he announced first with a rumble and then with a long loud bark, and another, and a long full-throated roar. Paws pinned the otter to the bench, and he gave a series of firm, hard, bucks, while he filled the little animal with potent hyena cum. Finn felt his closed eyes roll backwards, while saliva and yeen semen drooled liberally from his mouth, onto the bench, and onto the floor below. Somewhere above there was a cackle. Higher-pitched. That had to be Zak.

"Better bro?"

"In so many ways. So glad you finally noticed."

Both hyenas laughed that time, a hard barking cacophony of animal glee, which only diminished when they drew their muzzles together, and locked together in a hungry kiss. From the way it sounded, if anyone walked in, they could easily think the brothers were fighting over a scrap of meat. When they pulled away, both animals were panting, growling, each brother whispering a harsh 'I love you' to the other. Then a single claw trailed up the otter's own seriously hard erection, making him squirm.

"Wow," Zak crooned. "You sure do leave 'em in a state."

"Yeah I do. But none of them complain."

Marcel drew his arousal from the otter's mouth, hard, still twitching. Finn turned his head to the side, coughed once or twice, and struggled to find his breath. Thankfully, though Zak was scattergun, he'd avoided hitting the otter's eyes. Still, once he had opened his eyes, it took quite a while for his vision to clear.

"Still say I should have nutted in him bare."

"Then good job I was here to keep things sane."

"Sane? Hah! You wanted to claim his tail yourself last night. You chickened out, bro."

"Nah, just got more sense in my left nut than you have in your whole body. And as we agreed, you bring the rubbers, you can cum in the otter."

Zak tutted. "What happened to you, Marcel? You used to love bareback."

"Still do. And hey, this way, it gives us something to look forward to next time."

Next time?

"Well, I'll need about fifteen minutes to recharge. So I'm going for a smoke. Keep the boy warm for me."

Finn was tempted to forget the conventional workout. But it was up to Marcel what happened next. Then again, the way Marcel was watching his brother's tail sway, all the way to the exit - maybe the big hyena was thinking the same?

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