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This is the last place I ever expected to be, at the center of attention, with a guy at either end. Staring down the length of a hearty, dripping cock, I have to wonder how I even got here in the first place.

I'm not what you might call confident, extroverted, a go-getter. I'm more of an ancillary character, background. I work full-time at Walls Books and Cafe on Cooper St, your basic NPC shelf-stocker you ask about new releases and never bother with a second thought.

"Hey! What's your name?" That's the new district manager, Mr. Higgs, making a bee line down the science fiction isle where I'm putting out stock. He's the last person I want to talk to, because if he's talking to me, it won't be anything good.

"Oliver..." I comply, trying to look small. It's not hard. Even though my district manager is a hare, he strikes quite an imposing figure, taller, wider, a bit portly. He's got a build that demands answers.

"Oliver," he says, committing my name to memory. I'd rather he didn't. "Did you set up the displays this morning?" He thumbs over his broad shoulder toward the front of the store.

"Y-yes, sir," I answer, peeking around him.

"Why didn't you follow the guidelines sent from corporate?" he asks, folding his arms and leaning his weight on one foot like an angry father.

"Uhh..." I fumble, trying to find a suitable answer. "I-I wasn't given guidelines. Mr. Hodges just said to put something together with the new releases, s-so I did."

"There are always guidelines," the hare said slowly, massaging his angry temple. "Every display has guidelines."

"I... I'm just a grunt. I just do what I'm told, Mr. H-Higgs," I say with a pathetic smile and a shrug.

"Right," is all he replies before brushing past me, presumably to deal with my incompetent shift manager.

I don't want to be here anymore, taking the blame for the mistakes of my supervisors, getting chewed out because no one up the corporate ladder knows anything about how to run a book store from the ground level. That's why I went back to school. True, I was a mess the first time I went to university, and the stress ate me alive, but after fifteen years of hopping between retail jobs, I figured it was worth a shot. Plus, now, I can take online courses after work, which lightens my course load on my off days.

A friend of mine suggested I take a dance class to fulfill my art requirement for my degree. I laughed, because I'm uncoordinated, out of shape, and lack any sort of rhythm, but they insisted a semester of dance could fix all of that. I'm not entirely convinced it's worked, but I don't regret it. My teacher is an adorable otter, a grad student from California, with the kind of sleek, toned body that's made for surfing waves off a sun-kissed beach. Now, I'm no dancer, but when he opened up his office hours for one-on-one practice sessions, I quickly developed an appreciation for movement. Honestly, I've learned a lot; I've even managed to get ahead of some of my peers, which is saying a lot.

Rivers is a graceful and patient teacher, and he was on to me by the third lesson. I can't help but feel like every dance he leads me through is his subtle way of flirting back. I learned that a gentle tug of my paw with his webbed fingers means to let him take control. He'll spin me out, lean back, give another tug, and spin me back into him, so that he stands behind me, our arms crossed as if in an embrace. It's really intense for me, hearing his breath pacing out steps quietly in my ear.

"Get ready," he breathes. "Song's about to end."

I nod, and with one measure left, he signals with his grip, and I fall back in his arms like a damsel in distress. He lowers me backwards, so I'm looking up at his slick smile, his confident come-hither gaze. I can hear my pulse in my ears.

"You've come a really long way from stepping all over my paws, Ollie."

"Well, heh, you know. You do most of the work. I just follow along."

"You're a good listener. Shame this is our last dance before finals."

"Well, there's always next semester," I say hopefully.

"'Fraid not, little wallaby. I finally get my masters next week, so I'm on to bigger and better things."

"O-oh," I stumble. "C-congrats!"

"Don't sound too bummed out. It's cause for celebration!"

"I know, I didn't mean to--"

"Tell you what, Ollie," Rivers says, throwing a towel over his shoulder. "Why don't you come over to my place tonight, and we'll celebrate together."

"Really?" To say this took me by surprise would be an understatement.

"For sure," he replies, tossing me my water. "It's supposed to storm tonight; you can help keep me warm."

"Wait," I say, barely catching the plastic bottle, "you're not asking what I think you're asking, are you?"

"All I'm saying is that our student-teacher relationship ends in about five minutes," he says with a wink, "and we should celebrate. We can discuss the details a little later. You up for it?"

"I-I..." I'd be a fool to turn him down. Isn't that what pushed me to see him after class every week in the first place? "Y-yeah, OK!"

We pull up to a modest midtown house not far from campus. A small SUV is parked in the driveway as we pull up to the curb.

"Awesome. Petey's home," he says as we crawl out of his little 2008 Corolla. "You can meet my husband!"

"H-husband!?" I sputter.

"Of course. Don't tell me in all this time you never noticed my ring," he says, raising his brow and wiggling his left paw. Indeed, the ring that doesn't quite fit correctly because of the webbing, of course it's a wedding ring. I feel really, really stupid right now. What am I doing here? As he leads the way up the drive way, I realize it's too late to flake out now.

"We're home, bun!" he calls as we pass through the doorway.

"We?" The voice seems familiar, but I barely recognize the hare, sitting on the couch with his bare paws propped on the coffee table in just his boxers and a wife beater, messily working through a pack of powdered donuts, his long ears at attention.

"Y-you!" I cry. This couldn't be happening!

"Oh! You're the little kangaroo from the book store! Dammit, Rivers, you could've warned me we were havin' company. I'd have kept my pants on!"

"Sorry, bun. Slipped my mind," the otter replies nonchalantly. "So, I guess you've met my husband, then?"

"Sorta," I say, trying to rub away the awkward tingling running down my arm.

"Not really," says the hair, standing tall and wiping his paws on his sides before extending one out to me. "Name's Higgs. No Mister."

"Ollie. No -Ver," I reply, sheepishly shaking his paw. "A-actually Oliver's fine."

"Hey, I like your shirt," he says, noting the d-20 design on my old, ratty t-shirt I use for dance class. "Do you game?"

"I used to. I don't have much time for it these days."

"That's a shame! We get together every other weekend. What system do you play?"

"Oh! Mostly Pathfinder and D&D. I started playing in second edition."

"No kiddin'. I've been running a Traveller campaign lately myself. I'm kind of a sci-fi nut."

"Before you two start nerding out," Rivers interrupts, leaning his weight on my shoulder, "let's figure out dinner. We're celebrating! Pizza?"

"Sure," the hare replies, "but no anchovies."

"Anchovies are literally the only topping worth getting!"

"It's either kisses or anchovies. Not both."

"You drive a hard bargain," Rivers grumbles, walking off with his cellphone and leaving me alone with my district manager. "Chinese food it is!"

"So you're the ambitious little dance student Rivers keeps talking about, huh?" Higgs says with a wry grin.

"H-he talks about me?" I can feel my whiskers spreading out as blood rushes to my face.

"Oh, yeah. You take up all his office hours acting coy about dancing close."

"O-oh," I say, my ears falling flat with embarrassment. "I-I didn't mean...!"

"Naw!" he says, giving my shoulder a hearty pat and leaning in. "Hey, listen, about the other day. I know that whole display thing wasn't on you. I was hired to clean up a mess, and sometimes I have to be a bit of a dick to get my work done. The team on the floor is only as good as the people managing them. So, let's just say some of your managers are gonna be seeking new opportunities." He gives me a look of wry satisfaction, like it brings him some kind of sadistic joy to punish the incompetent.

"Well," I say, legitimately relieved, "I'm hoping to seek some new opportunities of my own. That's why I'm back in school."

"That's a tricky balance, work and school. You work full time, don't you?"

"Yeah, and I go to class on my days off."

"Color me impressed. Rivers says you're actually doing well with your grades."

"Yeah, it's tough, and I don't get a lot of time to myself, but I'm hoping it'll pay off."

"Well, hey, let me know if you need any help getting time off for finals. Stacking books isn't nearly as important as getting that degree."

"Alright! Food's on the way!" Rivers comes between us, leaning on both of our shoulders.

"What did you get?" Higgs wants to know.

"You'll see. Don't worry, I kept you herbivores in mind." He wanders over to a bookshelf full of DVDs and Blurays, dragging his webbed finger along the spines of their cases. "Say, Ollie, you watch a lot of scary movies?"

"N-not a lot."

"Ah, good, then this'll be a nice surprise," he says, pulling out a movie simply called 'Howl.' "It's a classic," he wants me to know.

I found myself in the middle of the couch in a TV-lit living room, Rivers to my right, Higgs to my left.

"Here, try this," Rivers says, cradling a bit of food in his chopsticks for me to try while Higgs sucks down a take-out carton of noodles. I'm not sure I want whatever it is, but I open my mouth anyway.

"So, what's the difference between a kangaroo and a wallaby?" Higgs asks.

"Probably the same difference between a hare and a rabbit," i reply.

"Touché."

Rivers just laughs.

As the movie gets intense, I unconsciously lean into Higgs, who wraps a supportive arm around my shoulder. "No!" I try to reason with the actor on screen. "Don't run in a straight line! Zig Zag! He has a crossbow!" Rivers seems to enjoy watching my reaction.

"I'll never understand why nobody just takes off their heels to run," I muse as a lean forward, finding myself wrapped up in the movie, unaware of the exchange of looks passing between the couple over my head.

As the movie draws to a close, thunder rumbles outside, and a steady rain pummels the roof above us.

"You know," Rivers says, drawing out his words, "When it rains outside, Petey likes to lie back and get his belly rubbed. Don't ya, Petey?"

"Can't deny that," Higgs says with a confident smile, folding his paws behind his head and leaning back against them.

I blink. The whole smell of the room has changed, and I'm right in the middle of it, with both of them nudging me forward. I sheepishly adjust my glasses and lean over to place a timid paw on his belly, half exposed as he leans back. His fur is satin smooth, and thick around his navel. Suddenly, the otter's breath is on my nape, his paws gripping my shoulders lightly. His whisker tickle as he presses kiss after kiss into my neck. It makes me shudder. Higgs' body rumbles under my digits, and I can't help but notice the little bit of pink poking through the slit in his boxers.

This is really happening!

"You smell really nice," Rivers coos into my ear.

"A lot nicer than you," Higgs quips, opening one eye.

"I-I actually kind of like your scent," I breathe, barely able to focus my gaze for the insistent whiskers brushing over my ears.

"See, he's a sweetheart," Rivers smiles. "I think we should steal him away into the bedroom."

"I'm inclined to agree," Higgs grins, drawing a paw down my cheek and pressing his wide nose against my snout. Before I can decide whether or not I should be kissing my boss's boss, his wide tongue slips into my mouth, and I push forward against his short muzzle. His kiss is still sweet with powdered sugar. God, I hope my breath is OK...

Before I know it, I'm being led by the wrist through the dark house into their master bedroom, shedding clothes along the way.

Rivers pushes open the door to their amber-lit bedroom, and Higgs pulls me inside past him. I find myself between them again, the otter pulling off my t-shirt from behind with the hare tugs my boxers off without any regard to my tail.

"Oh! They're on top!" Higgs seems surprised by the arrangement of my anatomy.

"Ah, yeah," I wince. "Everything's a bit backwards south of the equator, heh." It's always a little embarrassing the first time a mammal sees my junk.

"Just means I get a snoutful while I'm suckin' you off," the hare smirks, sparing no second thought to the question of employer-employee relations.

A webbed paw wraps around my naked waist, and I cling to it, press my digits into the webbing. Rivers' hot breath coos into my ear while his husband's tongue wraps around my cock. He traces a free claw around my nipple, threatening to pass over it, but never quite daring to. I can feel his hot, slick hard-on pressed between our bodies as he measures purposeful thrusts in rhythm with his slow-drawn breath. I'm getting worked over from all angles, and I can barely contain myself. How in the world did I get this lucky?

Higgs' buck teeth cause no problems as his mouth slides up and down my shaft. If he hadn't stopped prematurely with a smack of his lips, he'd have easily done me in right then and there. He looks up at me, my length resting across his muzzle. "I've got no intention to be on my knees all night, boys."

"'Course not," Rivers replies, still sending shivers into my bones with the rumble of his voice. He steps back and twirls me around with ease, like one of his effortless dance steps. He walks me backward, grasping my rear firmly and helping me sway to his rhythm. He's pretty well-endowed, actually, I notice as he presses himself against my belly. He's thicker than I am, and the shaft doesn't taper toward the head like mine does, ending instead in a rounded bulb. "Sit back," he says, clasping my paws and giving a gentle shove. I trustfall back and land on the bed. He follows, placing his paw on my chest and pushing me onto my back. I find my head nestled between the hare's legs, and I bask in his gamey scent, like a campfire on a humid summer's night.

"You sure look happy," Higgs grins down at me, while his husband sidles up against me and sizes himself up against my dick.

"I can't say I'm not enjoying myself," I chuckle.

"Ah, I don't think this position is gonna work for me," Rivers measures. "Too low. Flip over on your knees."

I obey, flagging my thick tail. Higgs hikes up on his knees and grasps my paw, placing it on his thick thigh for leverage, so I find myself staring down his modest, tapered length.

"Oh, yeah, this is perfect," Rivers rumbles, positioning my hindquarters at optimal height.

"Go easy. It's been a little while," I fret.

"You're in good paws, Ollie."

I press my snout against Higgs' sheath, breathing steadily and trying to relax my aft end while the otter opens me up, circling my tailhole before pushing forward. I'm relieved by how easily I take him, considering his anatomy doesn't offer the incremental stretching a tapered one like mine would.

"You good?"

"I'm beyond good," I huff, pressing a heavy kiss against the base of Higgs' cock. It's sticky, with a sweet-tasting musk that clings to my tongue like a Japanese candy.

Getting spitroasted has been one of my biggest late-night fantasies, and it's definitely all it's cracked up to be, though it's a lot more difficult than I imagined. Sucking dick takes a lot of focus, and while Higgs' length was a good fit for my muzzle, getting fucked by an otter at the same time was really ruining my concentration checks. Combine that with Rivers' unyielding grip on my tail, a constant, ecstatic upward tug, and the sensory overload was more than trying. Luckily, Higgs' dominating paws kept me on task most of the time, his digits wrapped around my ears holding me steady while he countered Rivers' thrusts from behind.

Somehow, this is where I ended up, and I don't have enough stamina in me to spend time figuring out how I've gotten here. My faculties are too busy with the intensity of the now.

"I don't know how much longer I can stay in this position," I huff at last, letting the hare's precum drool off my tongue.

Higgs pats my cheek roughly. "Let's give 'im a break before we break 'im, Rivers."

"Haha, I was gettin' really close, too," the otter chuckles through the effort of breath as he slides out of me.

I collapse on the bed and roll onto my back. "That was awesome, though, heh heh!"

Higgs climbs over the bed and pulls his husband into him. Rivers lands a kiss so hard they tumble backward, laughing and smooching and tangling together on the bed. The otter grinds playfully against the plush of his hare, biting into his shoulder and eliciting a guttural grunt from my boss's boss. He draws a map of wet kisses down to his soft belly, and the hare just rumbles and strokes his playmate's ears.

"Roll over. I wanna hump you," Rivers commands.

"You're unusually eager to hump things tonight. Putting on a show for our esteemed guest?" Higgs gives me a wink, and I blush.

"I'll do that thing you like."

"Alright, alright, if you insist," Higgs says, making a show of begrudging effort, but I get the feeling by the way he holds his tail and wags his rump that he's just as eager to catch as the otter is to pitch.

Rivers takes a strong hold of that short, fluffy tail and tugs it mercilessly, drawing out the most undignified sound the hare had uttered all night. I feel my loins tense up as Rivers shamelessly spreads the hare's chubby cheeks apart and smooches right under his tail.

"Fuuuuck," Higgs moans, slumping forward, clawing at the sheets.

"Hmm-hmm. You ready, Petey?"

"Shut up and fuck me already."

This is far more intimate than any porn. I can feel the humidity of their breath. I can smell their wilderness twirling together. The bed carries me with it as it rocks against the headboard. Even though I'm not active, I'm a part of this scene, watching that imposing, long-eared boss from before completely capitulate to my graceful teacher.

"You know, Ollie, this train could use a caboose," Rivers says to me, slowing but intensifying his thrust. "You up for it?"

I'm already in this deep. Being sheepish about it at this point would be a waste of time. I crawl over, hike a hindpaw onto the bed for extra height and leverage, and nestle up behind the kneeling otter, aiming my cock against his bubble butt, which tenses as if trying to pull me into him. The wet-hot glove of his tightly-clenched rump is a tight fit, barely acquiescing as I push forward.

"Holy shit, this is awesome!" Rivers huffs. I can practically hear his eyes rolling into the back of his head in his breathy voice as he rolls and bucks his hips. "This is /too/ awesome..."

The room is alive with heavy, shuddering breath, the kind that fogs the window even on a midsummer night. Just hearing them sigh and pant under me is enough to turn me on.

"Oh, God, I'm close, guys," Rivers whines. I can tell, too; his legs are tightening in my paws, and he thrusts unevenly. I grasp his shoulders and fuck him with all the gusto I can muster, and his body shudders and gives way under me.

"Oh, fuck, that's it!" I can actually feel him cum, the way his asshole pulses around my hilted cock with each spurt.

"Ughn," Higgs grunts. I feel him collapse under both of us, and I lean against the otter, kissing him between the shoulder blades.

"Mmph, y'all wore me out. I'm done," Rivers sighs, escaping the animal pile to enjoy his afterglow.

"That just leaves the two of us," Higgs says with a come hither smirk, lying on his back and leaning up on his elbows. I return a sheepish smile as I climb forward into his lap; he's still my boss.

"Don't think you're getting any sort of promotion out of this," he says, as if reading my mind, before pulling me into a kiss. Sitting on top of him, I can't help but be reminded how soft he is. Not just his downy fur, but his plushy chest and his plump belly. He's like a giant stuffed animal. I push my digits up through his chestfur as I settle down onto his dick, grasp pawfuls of him as I realize he's hiding at least another inch in all that plush. Higgs exhales through his twitching nose like a bull, burrowing his claws into my thighs and thrusting his hips upward. I roll back against him, using my gravity to my advantage to line him up right where I want him inside me. I ride my boss nice and slow, savoring that control over him, watching his whiskers splay and contract.

"Mmph, you're good at that," Higgs rumbles, eyes half-lidded.

"He's got a heck of a grip, doesn't he?" Rivers chimes in from the sidelines, propped up on an elbow and grinning sideways.

I laugh, heat rising to my cheeks. I feel like I'm performing for the otter, and to my surprise, I actually like it. I can sense him admiring me on top of his husband, and it's empowering. Instead of being nervous, worrying about whether or not I'm any good at what I'm doing, I'm enjoying myself, and I want to show off.

I lean forward and draw the hare into a long, hard kiss, brushing my digits over his whiskers. He 'mmm's into my mouth, then suddenly, with a grunt of effort, he tumbles me over. Just like that, he's hovering over me, lifting my legs and guiding his tapered dick between my buttcheeks. Once it finds its mark, he gives no quarter, pulling me against him and pummeling my prostate with everything he's got. Rivers was all girth and deliberate thrusts, but his husband is a March hare, screwing madly, desperately, out to prove that slow and steady is overrated.

He certainly wins me over. My rump hasn't ever taken a pounding quite like this, and my body gives over to him before I can protest. I come hard, spurting all the way up to my chin, and the hare isn't too far behind. I know right when it happens, too, because he slows his frenetic pace into hard, staggered thrusts, his low huffs crying out half an octave higher.

Higgs pants over me as I lie there covered in myself, gasping up at him. "Whew, that hit the spot. Alright, boys, I'm beat." With that, he flops next to me and rolls over, tugging the short chain on the desk lamp and turning the amber room to dusk.

Rivers laughs. "A graceful denouement from our resident March hare." He pulls me close and cups my cheek in his webbed paw, and I kiss him like I've wanted to kiss him since the first class of the semester.

"Your ceiling is covered in green stars," I say, lying on my back with the otter's head on my chest.

"Yeah, one of Petey's pet projects. It started out as a realistic star map of the northern sky during winter, or something, but the glow-in-the-dark stars are too big for proper spacing. Still, you can make out some of the constellations. That really big one is Polaris."

"So that's Ursa Minor," I said, tracing the outline with a finger.

"And that long one is Draco," Rivers said.

"Cassiopeia!"

"I don't even know what that one is."

"Hey, t-thanks for inviting me over, Mr. Riley."

"Don't call me that, you dork. And you're welcome anytime. I think the hare's taken a liking to you, anyway."

"I've been wondering... Why'd you invite me over, of all people?"

"Magic Eight Ball says ask me again later," Rivers yawns. "I have my reasons, Ollie, but my sex-addled brain is too tired to compute."

"Haha, tomorrow, then?"

"Tomorrow, after a morning romp."

I fall asleep on top of the covers, snuggled up against Higgs' velveteen body, with a very attractive otter huddled close behind me.