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Watching the Sheriff

Commissioned by Hein_Fokker

It had been a long day for Nottingham, particularly for the Sheriff. The time had come again, leaving in up to the heavyset wolf to collect the people's taxes. Marching door-to-door, sometimes knocking, other times waltz right right inside. Of course, there were those who attempted to fool him by either claiming they had no money to give or simply hiding their coins before the wolf made an appearance...

But the sheriff had seen it all, whether hidden in a nook, cranny, or on a person's body, the wolf always found and collected what was due. And with a smile on his face, he would depart, utterly unfazed by the sounds of despair and anger he would leave in his wake. After all, it was no skin off his own nose. If it kept Prince John satisfied then that's all that mattered.

There also came that sense of satisfaction from imposing his will on the others. Sure, he was using his own sheer size and position to muscle money for the prince, but he couldn't deny that there was a certain satisfaction that came from just simply taking what was owed without much fuss.

After turning in the taxes, the sheriff was more than ready to return to his comfortable chair that sat right in front of the jail. After all that walking and talking, the wolf was sure he earned it for the day. As he usually did when in a good mood, Sheriff sang a tune to himself as he bounced to the rhythm and stomped his feet into the path's dirt.

The townsfolk that saw him made sure to make themselves scarce before the wolf approached, fearing that even more money would be taken from them. But the sheriff couldn't have been bothered with them, he had already done his duty for the day and just wanted to return to his favorite spot - that cozy chair resting underneath the jail's canopy, perfectly shading him from the harshness of the sun high above.

His tune continued as he marched from the town and towards the jail. The fact that it was currently empty was an added bonus for the wolf. That meant there would be nothing but peace and quiet while he got some shut-eye.

Soon enough, the Sheriff returned to the property of the Nottingham jail. Even those vultures were gone, perfect. Not even daring to question it, the lupine took advantage of the emptiness. He felt a bit giddy as he sat down in his comfortable chair but it didn't last. The moment his large rump made contact with the wood there was a sudden pressure within him. The wolf winced a bit, only now realizing just how much pressure his bladder was under.

With a grunt, the sheriff heaved himself up from the chair. Doing so made the sensation even stronger, making the wolf wince and place a paw over his loins. As quickly as he could without making any sudden movements, the sheriff waltzed around the perimeter of the jail...

Unbeknownst to the trembling wolf, there was a pair of eyes on him. Coming from a far off land was a tiger. The striped patherine was a traveling monk, seeking the experience and perspectives of lands outside his own. While exploring Nottingham, the tiger stumbled upon the jail. To his surprise there came someone else.

Just a few feet ahead of him was a wolf, large in both height and heft. Dressed in mostly red with puffy sleeves adorned in purple stripes. A leather belt was tied around his waist, really accenting the size of his gut, protruding out from the tight fasten.

As the monk continued to watch, he grew concerned. The wolf had a strange walk about him, almost as if he were limping. And on his face was an unmistakable look of discomfort. For a moment, the tiger felt compelled to ask the wolf if he was alright but it soon became clear when the lupine finally stopped, facing the stone wall of the jail's side.

"Oh, come on... Come on, now..." The sheriff muttered to himself as his shaking paws had a bit of trouble lifting the end of his tunic. He grit his fangs and his legs shook, a clear sign that he was out of time. Somehow, in a swift motion, the sheriff managed to grip his tunic and lift it with one paw while his other took hold of his twitching member.

Still hiding but able to see it all, the tiger was able to see and hear it all.

A deep sigh rose from the sheriff's throat and a deep shudder raced up his spine. The moment his fingers wrapped around his shaft, hot golden liquid streamed from his tip. Coming out in a powerful torrent against the stone wall, a dark splatter of urine soaked the dusty surface. First becoming dark before shifting to a deep yellow. The liquid splashed against the surface before trickling down to form a steadily expanding pool.

While the wolf was relieving the pressure in his bladder, the tiger pressed himself against the stone wall. He certainly wasn't expecting to witness something like this. He dared no to make any sounds of his own, making it easy for him to hear the ones coming from the urinating sheriff. The pantherine's ears flicked on their own, swiveling to focus on every little noise...

Between the hiding tiger's legs, a stirring began. It was only spurred on by those noises; the deep, long winded sighs coming from the pissing wolf.

"Mmm... Nearly thought I was gonna 'splode..."

The loud trickling and little splashes of the wolf's urine hitting the wall and slinking to the ground below. They paired together beautifully, painting an image in the tiger's mind. Though he couldn't see it, the feline pictured a wide grin on the large wolf's face. His eyes would be lidded and perhaps his tongue would be bouncing from his mouth...

The striped feline bit back a whimper rising from his throat. His depraved thoughts only made things worse. Now there was a prominent tent in his own trousers and the cock hidden underneath was the hardest it ever was. The rest of his body followed suit, making the tiger feel rather warm. The subtle brush of his tip against the fabric was enough to make his legs tremble. Another whimper dared to pass through his lips but the feline fought it back.

There was no helping it. Too much more of this and the chances of being caught were definite. Giving into his dirty thoughts and his own body's sensations, the tiger gripped his trousers with shaking paws, and slowly pulled them down.

With the little room the tiger had, he leaned against the brick wall, giving himself just enough room to fully indulge in himself. While one paw reached up to cover his mouth, the other wrapped itself around his already throbbing shaft. Swift pumps up and down stimulated his cock, finally giving him those feelings of pleasure. Against the paw covering his mouth, the feline gasped and let out heavy breaths. Thankfully, the wolf seemed to still be unaware of his presence.

Again, the tiger's ears flicked, picking up those sounds again. It seemed that the sheriff had a lot stored in his bladder. Along the steady light splattering came more of those hearty grunts of nearly orgasmic bliss.

"Aah, saints almighty... Hoo..."

That only fueled the tiger's lust, he didn't have to think of anything. Just the sounds along were enough to steadily deliver him to his limit. While still stroking, the feline dared to glance in the wolf's direction, getting another look at the strong, dark cascade of wolf piss marking the once dry and gray stone. He could also hear the sheriff mumbling something. The voice coming from the large wolf was a bit gruff but also light and strangely inviting. Everything about the lupine captured the tiger's attention and his only building lust.

Pressing his paw to his mouth even harder, the tiger gripped himself harder, a deep shudder snaking up his spine. A thick ooze of precum formed and dripped from his tip, a signal that he was rather close. With his hot breath making his palm wet and his eyes pricked to listen to the wolf's now weakening stream, the tiger prepped to finish strong.

Using the precum from his tip, the tiger blitzed his paw against the length of his shaft, squeezing his girth tight enough to force more of the clear stuff out.

A growl was all but snuffed out by his soaked palm, thankfully unheard by the sheriff, who had finished up.

"Ther we are... Now, I got me a nap to take."

Now humming to himself, the wolf gave a few shakes to his softening length, flinging a few drops on his own fingers. Dropping his tunic over his privates and wiping his paw against the fabric, the sheriff failed to hear the tiger over his own tune and heavy steps...

The tiger was left pressed against the wall while his cock pulsed hard, finally spurting rope after rope of his seed onto the dusty ground below. It had been more time than he would have liked since he had release. All his backed up fluids urgently raced to his tip, soaring in an impressive arc before splattering on the ground, soon forming a small, sticky puddle. The pleasure that coursed through his body threatened to make his previously trembling legs buckle...

It took some time for the tiger to pull himself together but he soon remembered himself and the dangers that were so close by. With both paws wet, one from his breath and the other from his seed, the tiger quietly departed from the jail's territory. While he slipped away, the feline was already making a plan to keep an eye on the sheriff. He hoped he could be so lucky to be around the next time the wolf needed to relieve himself...

After slipping through the narrow gap in the stone wall, the tiger retreated away from the jailhouse grounds. He kept his steps light and slunk near the wild bushes just in case there were eyes looking out that he was not expecting.

Once he was far enough, the striped feline strolled through the open grasses, looking for a place to rest for the night. Night had fallen, covering the land in darkness. The silver light of the full moon provided enough light for the feline to see what was around him.

As soon as he scanned the area, a pair of eyes fell on a clump of growth; a tall, thick tree that was surrounded in dense bushes. It was perfectly secluded and looked comfortable enough.

As he approached the hidden space, a stirring occurred within the tiger's loins. Following came that familiar feeling, the pressure deep within. His walking made it steadily grow stronger, much to the feline's own delight. Just a bit further, he pushed past the bushes and stood in the perfect spot to rest for the night.

But there was something that needed to be taken care of before he took a rest...

Feeling a bit excited, the tiger walked around the tree, standing along the side of it. His paws traced down his body and clothes. Upon reaching his trousers, the feline wasted no time pulling his trousers down. Flopping into the open night air, the tiger's cock bounced a bit, only making the urge to relieve himself even stronger.

The tiger indulged himself by giving a simple press of his lower half. That was just enough to push the fluids that built within up his shaft. He watched it first spurt before forming into a thin line. With each second it steadily grew stronger and with the strength of his piss came the bliss that washed over his body.

"Aaahhh..." The tiger groaned, in a state of near ecstasy.

For as long as the tiger could remember he had a strange love of urine. He very much enjoyed relieving himself, especially in open outdoor spaces. But even more than his love for relieving himself, the tiger was rendered powerless from the sight of another male urinating.

As far back as he could remember, he was excited at the sight of another male whipping themselves out in the open before letting their bladder drain itself. Everything about it drove him crazy, the sight, the sounds, and especially the looks of pleasure draped on their faces.

But of course, such ideas and acts were considered unnatural. Full of shame from his own desires, the tiger soon ventured out to a far off land, seeking to become a monk. He was sure that a life of penance and even chastity could cure him.

But it seemed the spirits had other plans in store for him. The feline indeed managed to become a monk but he was soon surrounded by only males such as himself. It was only a matter of time before he was treated to the sight of his fellow monks relieving themselves against trees, large rocks, and on the side of the quarters.

Despite his title, the tiger was indulging into his sinful desires even more than before. He was weak willed against the daily temptation and caved rather quickly. As he was treated to the sight of golden fluid following from a moaning and sighing male, the tiger would either rush to his quarters or remain nearby, soon pawing at himself at the memory or even the sight before him...

After some time the feeling of shame left him. The tiger instead accepted himself for who he was. He still upheld his title and role as monk, traveling once again. As he did so he would spread good will and a few of his teachings.

But now in Nottingham, the tiger was completely overwhelmed by what he saw earlier. The sight of the large wolf pissing against the jail made him falter instantly. And now all he wanted to do was see it happen again. But for the time being, the tiger was satisfied with the sensation of draining his own bladder.

Despite how much he was enjoying himself, the feline forced himself to quiet down. He wanted to hear it happening. As he let himself go there were the sounds of his piss splashing against the tree's smooth bark. The bark itself became rather dark where the fluid fell, standing out among the light brown color.

While he was lost in his own admiration of urine, the tiger wasn't very aware of what he was doing. After splattering against the smooth bark and trickling down the tree's surface, a hot puddle formed that came back at the tiger standing so close.

He was used to small drops of his urine splashing back to dot his paws but this was something different. The puddle grew larger and flowed towards him, soon touching his toes. Gasping at the sudden sensation, the peeing feline looked down to see his own urine steadily soaking into his foot paws.

Rather than feeling disgusted, the mammal was instead rather excited by the sensation. For a split second the image of the sheriff flashed in his mind. Another gasp left the tiger as his mind was quickly forming a rather explicit scenario.

In his mind, the feline imagined himself pissing against the jailhouse while the sheriff was right at his side. While his stream splashed against the stone, the wolf was aiming his stream lower, letting it splash down on his feet, soaking his toes and soles in his marking...

Now, the stream had tapered out into thin dribbles. Even though the tiger's bladder was now empty he was presented with another issue. His fantasy left his shaft hard and pulsing in need. Since he was all alone and well hidden, the tiger felt no need to deny himself...

He stayed where he was, in front of the tree and in the puddle of his own warm fluids. While he gripped and stroked his shaft, the tiger closed his eyes and let his imagination do the work. Between the warmth around his toes and the strong stench of piss wafting from the tree he just marked, it wasn't hard to form an image...

Looming over him was the sheriff, his large body devoid of any clothing. With a wide grin on his face, the wolf presented his own cock, dripping with fresh urination. He shook it off, flinging droplets onto the kneeling tiger's face. The tiger himself was kneeling in said wolf's urine, letting it soak into his feet.

"You wouldn't mind givin' it a little cleanin', huh?"

The tiger shook his head and flicked his tongue against the tip, tasting the warm and bitter sensation...

That was the farthest the feline could get before he grit his fangs and moaned through them. For the second time that day, the tiger spilled his seed, watching it spray against the already soiled tree bark. The only thing he could hear now was the hard thrumming in his chest and his own labored breathing...

A few minutes later, the tiger was settling down, resting against the other side of the tree. It was rather comfortable and the surrounding growth added the peace of quiet nature. It wasn't long that his eyelids were growing heavy and his breathing was slowing. Before the feline fell asleep he thought of the sheriff, hoping he would see him tomorrow.

***

Just as he planned, the feline was there yet again the next day. It was rather early, just after the full rise of the sun. The tiger hoped that he could get a glimpse of the wolf hopefully taking a morning piss but as he squeezed past the gap in the stone wall, the pantherine was met with empty jailhouse grounds.

The feline had to admit he was a little disappointed but it was to be expected. He had only assumed the sheriff and guard would be up at the brink of dawn. But the tiger wasn't discouraged; instead he was sure if he stayed put for a little while he would get to see some things. He was used to waiting long periods of time, even without moving, and he was sure his patience would eventually be rewarded in full...

Things were already looking in the tiger's favor; the sheriff showed up earlier than expected. Humming like he always did, the hefty wolf walked onto the jailhouse grounds.

"Now ain't this just a bea-utiful day?"

The sheriff was in a much better mood than yesterday. Having already collected the taxes yesterday, the large wolf was left to watch over the jail and its surrounding walls. The jail, at the current moment, was completely empty, leaving the sheriff with hardly a task. The most he had to do was just be there.

The tiger felt his breathing hitch and his heart skip a beat the moment his eyes fell on the wolf of his taboo desires. He was taken aback by his own feelings. There was no denying that he had an interest in the lupine but seeing him from a distance struck the striped feline stronger than he thought it would.

"Ol' Prince John has nothing to worry about," the sheriff said as he neared his favorite spot to sit. "I'll make sure nobody slips past these bars."

The wolf was rather pleased with himself. It was easy to fool the king into getting himself practically a day off. He would make the report himself and sprinkle a few extra details to make it sound like he had his work cut out for him. It was a foolproof plan that only he could be so clever as to come up with.

"Yess-iree..." Another deep grunt left the wolf as he sat himself in the wooden chair. "A real genius, that's what I am..."

The gray-furred mammal wasted no time leaning back in his chair, letting out a hearty sigh as he leaned back in the chair. A large paw scratched at his large belly in slow, lazy strokes. Smacking his lips, the wolf closed his eyes and enjoyed the peace of the early morning.

Just like he had before, the tiger kept his eyes on the resting wolf. Despite what he actually came here for, the feline was also content to watch the wolf from afar. His eyes lingered on the lupine, taking notice of the many little things. The rising and falling of the large belly, the small flicks of his ears, and the slight swishes of his tail thumping against the jail's front.

The tiger still wasn't entirely sure why but every little thing the sheriff of Nottingham did made him stir inside. He was more than content to just watch the wolf do what he does. He was taught that patience would eventually be rewarded. That proved itself to be true the day before and the feline was prepared to do it all over again. How long he would have to wait, the tiger wasn't sure but he knew that eventually he would be treated to what he wanted to see.

As the morning went on, now nearly becoming afternoon, more showed up for duty. The vultures were there to see high above and even a few of the royal rhino guards were there. But despite the increasing number of those so nearby, they all failed to notice the tiger hiding in plain sight. The tiger didn't dare test his luck either. Every time someone glanced in his direction, the striped feline froze, not even daring to breathe in case someone heard it.

But so far, no one noticed him. That's how it went about as he hid against the stone wall. Even when it seemed they were looking directly at him, they would turn their head and go along about their day. While he didn't exactly understand it himself, the tiger was certainly not about to question it either. He considered it a blessing from the spirits. Who knew they would aid him in doing something so...depraved.

While the guards and vultures were going about their daily routine, the sheriff himself was still resting comfortably. He couldn't really take a nap with all the frequent heavy footsteps and the distant squawking of those birds. At the very least he wasn't technically sleeping on the just, even if he wasn't actually doing much besides sitting. It wasn't as if there was much to do anyways. The taxes had been collected and for the last few days there hadn't been any trace of Robin Hood.

The sheriff found it a bit suspicious but he decided to ignore it for the time being, instead using his absence as a chance to finally get some well deserved rest. He was more than tired of chasing that crafty fox around Nottingham. If the fox was planning something, the sheriff figured he would just deal with it later. But for now, it wasn't worth his time...

But there soon came something that was. His thoughts dramatically shifted from the pesky fox to the stirring of his bladder. It was steadily growing in intensity with each second. Huffing through his nose, the wolf grunted and rose to his feet, straining against his own weight.

Nearly repeating his actions from the day before, the sheriff wandered around to the other side of the jail. The tiger noticed this and his heartbeat was starting to race. Was this finally the moment he was waiting for? It seemed to be the case based purely by the look on the wolf's face. It wasn't as intense at the one yesterday but it was clear enough to see that the wolf was looking to relieve himself yet again.

Already starting to tremble, the tiger watched the approaching wolf closely. The time had finally come and his own body was alight with excitement and anticipation. Just a few more moments and he would be treated to the sights and sounds he had been waiting for.

"Should be an easy one for the rest of the day..." The sheriff continued to mutter to himself as he lifted his tunic, reaching underneath to fish his maleness into view. He was preparing to let himself go but a set of heavy steps, not unlike his own, caught his attention.

Stepping around the corner of the jailhouse was one of the guard rhinos. There was some urgency in his steps as he stepped out of view. A deep sigh came from the large mammal as he returned his gaze to what was ahead of him. But that sight left him face-to-face with the sheriff, his tunic lifted and his endowment held firmly in his paw.

The rhino cleared his throat and averted his gaze quickly, keeping towards the ground. He came to face the same wall the sheriff was but kept a few feet of distance between the both of them. Keeping his own gaze on what was below him, the rhino reached down at his trousers, gripping the waistline before pulling the front down.

Alongside the wolf exposing himself, the tiger was also treated to the sight of the rhino's sheath. It was covered in the tough, gray skin the rest of his body was. From it slipped a wide, pink tip. It slowly snaked out from the tight pouch, making it expand more and more. Being that the rhino himself was large overall, he packed some impressive length and girth to match the rest of him.

Neither the sheriff or the royal guard said anything. They didn't even dare look in each other's direction. There was an unsaid mutual agreement between the two of them. They were to do their business and get back to their respective jobs...

The sheriff kept his focus on his own length. Despite another guy being so close to him with their own length so easily seen, the wolf somehow made himself relax. That was enough for the contents of his bladder to come forth. It started as a few sporadic spurts that flung uneven lines of urine in every direction. But a second later the stream increased in pressure and rushed from his cock in a proper fashion.

As this was the spot the wolf relieved himself the other day the evidence could be seen. Among the dusty, gray rocks were some that were oddly stained in the faintest hint of yellow. Those same rocks were stuck again, instantly becoming wet and dark against the fluid striking down upon them. The sheriff's piss splattered against the wall before slinking down the bumpy surface in multiple mini streams that came back to connect, forming a slowly expanding puddle. For a moment he forgot about the other male in his presence, allowing himself to groan deeply against the powerful bliss that radiated through his body.

The peeping tiger's eyes drifted to the rhino just in time to see the large mammal lift his head, likely experiencing the bliss of urine finally draining from his strained bladder. The sight of two males was more than what he was expecting or prepared for. As his gaze shifted back and forth between the pissing wolf and rhino, the tiger gave a silent thanks to the spirits that were surely on his side.

From his own perspective, the rhino had to do a bit of straining on his end. Despite how big and intimidating he looked, the large male was actually feeling rather shy at the moment. While he heard the deep trickles and the ever deeper sounds coming from the sheriff he himself was having trouble getting himself started.

With another hard push against his bladder, the rhino managed to force the urine from his body. This resulted in a rather powerful torrent of amber fluid gushing against the brick wall. A large wet spot was now imprinted against the dusty brick wall, leaving quite the impression for anyone who would be passing by soon.

Becoming rather aware of himself, the rhino quickly got his stream under control. Being much bigger, his stream was still stronger and fatter even in his relaxed state. The splatters and trickles on his side were much louder, almost akin to a public fountain. For a moment the rhino feared such noise would attract the attention of others...

Despite the distance between him and the now pissing rhino, the sheriff's lupine nose picked up on the guard's own distinct scent arising from his arcing stream. He was used to his own brand of piss, hardly even registering it. He wasn't intentionally trying to do it, but the wolf could easily pick up the rather musky aroma wafting from the rhino's hot urination. The sheriff forced himself to remain focused, keeping his gaze low and on his own pissing length.

Just the sight alone was nearly too much for the gawking tiger. His erection was prominent against his thin trousers, already leaking warm precum into the fabric. Unable to contain himself any longer, the tiger didn't even bother pulling the already soiled trousers down. He simply planted his paw past the band and took hold of his shaft, pumping up and down the moment his fingers made contact.

A near repeat of the day before, the tiger covered his mouth with his other paw, both preventing him from being heard and allowing him to listen closer to the noises just ahead of him. The sound of one stream trickling against the wall was enough to drive him crazy but two was making him wild. He could hear the significant differences of their pissing.

The rhino's was louder, making more splatters and small 'pliffs' as those droplets fell to the mini pool that was forming before the gray mammal's feet. Pissing alongside him was the steady stream of the sheriff. Despite the rhino's urination being clearly superior, the tiger was drawn in by the sheriff's sounds and display of relief and pleasure.

The slight wags of the wolf's tail, the deep grunts that escaped his muzzle, and the steady fashion of his pissing. It was controlled and orderly, marking only the stone before him. The tiger preferred it compared to the rhino's infrequent and messy splashes and sprays.

As he moved his paw even faster, the tiger focused solely on the sheriff, his ears angling just enough to hone in on the steady urinating coming from the wolf. A sudden whimper of bliss from the wolf made his heart jump and a bolt of pleasure struck deep within him.

Gritting his fangs, the tiger forced himself to stay quiet against the sudden spear of orgasmic pleasure perceiving right through him.

Against the front of his already warm and wet trousers came a volley of thick, sticky ropes. It only made the sensation even stronger. But the tiger was too consumed by his own pleasures to care about that. His paw continued to stroke from tip to base, milking as much from his length as he could. All the while the feline shuddered heavily, struggling to keep his tail from thumping against the stone wall.

The pleasure didn't last long as he could still hear the streams. They were weakening but were still there all the same. And against his fingers, the tiger's length was still solid and pulsing in need for more stimulation.

His body worked on its own, moving his arm back and forth. The feline was left biting his lip and pressing his paw even closer to his mouth. It was as if he had never cum in the first place. Hearing the trickles of tapering piss, the blissful sighs of both males and the sight of the puddles forming beneath them fusing into one brought his lust back, making it again full blown.

Knowing he only had so much time left before their bladders were completely drained of golden ambrosia, the tiger deliberately gave his length quick strokes, keeping his grip on it tight. The seed that already coated his fingers worked as a suitable lube to only enhance the experience. Just as the sheriff was sighing again and shaking himself off, the tiger reached his second climax, sullying his clothing even further. His hips gave slight jerks as he bucked into his own hand, using it to ride out his sinful bliss...

***

The tiger took a deep breath as he stood outside of the inn. He had been there for a few minutes now. With a bit more reassurance to himself, the striped feline pressed his paw against the door and pushed it open. Almost immediately, the monk was treated to the sight of the large wolf drinking from another mug before slamming it down against the small table before him.

Taking another deep breath to steady himself, the tiger made himself take a step, followed by another and another. Before he even knew it, the feline was before the drinking lupine.

Out of the corner of his eye, the sheriff noticed the animal before him, unable to recall him. A closer look made it clear that the tiger was clearly an animal from a land not around Nottingham. He lowered the mug from his lips and gave his full attention to the striped male.

"Well, now... Who might you be?"

The tiger's chest felt tight for a moment as he locked eyes with the wolf. But he somehow managed to say his name without any falter in his voice.

"My name is Shu."

As he heard that name, the wolf looked the tiger up and down, noticing the unique garbs that decorated his body. He seemed to be someone interesting and the sheriff was now in the mood to have a little chat. The alcohol made him much more relaxed and agreeable than usual. He invited Shu to sit beside him while the two of them talked.

"So, where do ya come from?"

Shu gave a small smile, happy to talk about his past. "I come from a far off land. For many years I trained there to become a monk. It was a very nice and peaceful land."

"Hmm. A monk, huh?" The sheriff tilted his head before taking another sip of the substance within the mug. "Now, what was that like? Ya lived in a town or anything like that?"

Shu shook his head, now feeling a bit embarrassed as he thought about the place he previously called home. "I lived in a village, a small one. There weren't many of us monks and we all knew each other well. Being all males, we were able to share quarters and things of the like."

"All males you say?" The sheriff asked after taking another swig. His mind, now hazed with alcohol, fixated on that particular subject. It sounded rather interesting to him.

"Not even a single woman?" The wolf set down his mug and leaned a bit closer to the tiger.

Shu could only shake his head. His whole body was suddenly alight with excitement. The bigger male was so close that the tiger could easily hear his breathing. It made his own chest thump harder than it had before.

"So... What did you do when you needed to..y'know?"

Shu didn't answer right away, he first had to figure out the best way to word his answer. Despite the lupine being drunk, he was still the sheriff and there was a chance he could be arrested if he gave himself away.

"There's a certain...camaraderie among us monks," Shu said, keeping it at that. It was ambiguous enough of an answer and it seemed to satisfy the sheriff. He now wore a smile on his muzzle, one that carried something more underneath.

His mind was set on the idea of being surrounded by nothing but males. For the wolf the very idea was more than a little exciting. Even more so was the fact that it was set in a far off land, hopefully a land that wouldn't condemn him for his own deeply hidden desires...

"Can ya keep a secret?" The sheriff leaned in closer to Shu, already hovering his muzzle close to the tiger's flicking ear.

The tiger nodded but something told him the wolf would have gone ahead whether or not he actually agreed.

"I have...well...for a while now I've been having some rather...sodomite thoughts lately..." The sheriff's voice was a bit shaky as he admitted something else. "I've even gone as far as...doing some 'things' when nobody else's around."

That certainly wasn't something that the tiger was expecting to hear. Just the thought alone brought a deep seated heat to his face. His ears pressed against his head and his heart skipped a beat in his chest.

"You won't tell nobody, will ya?"

Shu shook his head, and he very well meant it. "No, I won't."

The wolf chuckled and patted his large paw against the tiger's back. He attempted to stand from the chair he sat on but he stumbled heavily. Shu noticed this and rushed to the wolf's side on instinct. He pressed against the heavy lupine, helping him stay steady on his feet.

"A-are you alright?" Shu asked, keeping his body pressed to the wolf. Even though he was so close, the tiger wasn't excited. Instead he was focused on helping the sheriff in whatever way he could.

"Just fine." The sheriff chuckled and took a dizzy step forward. "Would ya mind helping me outside?"

Shu nodded and proceeded to help the wolf through the inn's lobby. It took quite a bit of effort on both their parts but they eventually made it outside of the small building. As they stepped away from the front door, the sheriff directed Shu to the side of the inn. Once again working together, the two of them managed to make it to the spot of the wolf's desires.

From that point on, the sheriff leaned himself forwards, planting his paw against the brick wall. His free paw was quick to disappear underneath his tunic. A second later it was slightly lifted by his arm while the paw itself firmly held the wolf's shaft. A deep sigh left him and it was followed by a sound they both found very familiar.

In his drunken state the wolf's pissing was rather messy. The stream was forced side to side in wide sweeps in time with the sheriff's light sways. The brick was made dark from the fluid that crashed against the surface. It flowed downwards, slipping through the many grooves of the bricks before it finally reached the bottom.

Shu's eyes were wide and his body was trembling. He couldn't believe that this was actually happening before him. It was all happening right in front of him. The splashes were even louder and so were the noises that came from the groaning and sighing wolf.

"Mmm... Always goin' right through me..."

Now closer than he had ever been, Shu was treated to more than just sights and sounds. There was something new for him to pick up, a new sense to be used. The feline's nose twitched and his nostrils flared on instinct. Each little whiff filled his nose with the power, acrid smell of the wolf's beer-laden marking. It made it stronger than usual, much to the tiger's bliss.

He would have indulged in the sensation even more, but there was something that demanded his immediate attention. There it was again, that bubbling pressure within his bladder, those feelings of warning that his body needed to drain the organ.

Maybe it was the strong scent messing with his mind or possibly the wolf's confession, but Shu lacked any ounce of nervousness as he pulled down his trousers and lifted his own length into view. Unlike the rhino that pissed alongside the wolf earlier, Shu had no trouble getting his own flow going.

Together the two mammals let themselves go, spraying out streams of yellow against the inn's side. Each of them were making their own sounds, experiencing the deep set pleasure coursing through their bodies.

For the sheriff, his drunken state made the feeling of urinating all the more pleasurable. His entire body felt warm and the simple rushing of his pee through his shaft made his entire body tremble. The pants from him were heavy and long winded. On his face was the slightly goofy face of pure bliss. His mouth hung open and a long tongue bounced. As his stream continued, the wolf managed to open his stance even more, allowing him to let even more flow.

Shu trembled heavily as his stream tapered out into a few dribbles. He sighed and shook his flaccid length, flinging a few drops here and there. But as he was tucking himself back in his pants, the drunken wolf next to him was still going.

The sheriff had been in the inn for a while and even before he treated himself to a few mugs of beer he sipped on a few other good tasting drinks. Now it had all caught up to him in the form of a fat stream that just went on and on.

Against the inn's wall, there were many scattered wet spots, some much larger than others and the puddle underneath was widespread as well, being stretched out further every time the wolf's length lurched dramatically to the left or right.

Despite having already done his business, Shu remained right next to the sheriff, now openly watching him relieve himself. He was close enough to hear every little drip, splash, and splatter of the flowing stuff. Alongside those tantalizing sounds was the powerful smell of the lupine's markings. It was certain that it would be reeking there for many days, letting many passerby's know that someone couldn't quite contain themselves.

The entire time, the tiger kept his face up, focusing on the sheriff's look of pleasure. But as he was taking in the sounds and scents, Shu's eyes were drifting lower and lower along the wolf's body. Leaving his muzzle, scaling down to his chest and his large gut...

Even though he knew it was wrong, Shu's eyes fell open on the crimson length that the stream of gold was rushing from. It was much thicker than he thought he would be, explaining why the line of piss was so thick. He couldn't bring himself to turn away or look elsewhere.

The trembling of his body grew stronger and his mouth was starting to water at the sight. From the very core of Shu's being, a heat set in and it only blazed hotter and hotter. It made its way to his head and made his mind foggy. Almost as he was drunk himself, Shu felt a bit dizzy from the sight and the sensations all over his body. Before he even realized what he was doing, the tiger's paw was already reaching out.

A gasp left them both and their eyes trailed downwards to see Shu's paw shakily gripping the still-pissing wolf's cock, just barely holding onto the shaft. The moment his paw made contact, the tiger nearly melted. He could feel the powerful stream rushing through the sheriff's length and that was enough to make his own cock stir.

But his eyes drifted upwards and met with the sheriff's gaze. The moment they made eye contact, Shu lost his nerve and released his grip on the other male. It was then that the weight of what he had done sunk in. With his heart racing and sweat beading his forehead, Shu turned tail and ran off. He scaled around the corner and dashed inside of the inn.

***

Shu was stirred from his sleep by some sudden noises. Even stranger still was the bed underneath him. Looking around, it became clear that the tiger was lying inside of an inn room. He couldn't remember exactly how he got there and the noise at the door made it hard for him to think about it.

The noise was loudest when the inn door was forced open by none other than a pair of rhino guards. They rushed inside the small room, their eyes looming down on the foreign animal.

"W-what is this?" Shu asked, looking around him.

"This is yer arrest." While the rhinos stood by, the sheriff of Nottingham made his way into the room, revealing himself to the confused tiger.

"And yer being arrested for unnatural acts on the sheriff himself!"

With those words, the large mammals reached for the tiger, snatching him from the bed. Shu attempted to struggle but he was no match for their strength. Rather easily, they carried him away while the sheriff followed close behind.

As they walked through the inn there were a few eyes on them and the sound of judgmental whispers reached Shu's ears. He should have known that his deviant desire would get him into trouble one of these days. It was no wonder he was being carried off to jail; why in the world did he think grabbing the sheriff's penis would have been a good idea?

He was dragged from the inn and towards the place where he would be locked up. Now out in the eyes of the outdoor public, there were even more eyes and whispers around him. It made him feel ashamed, not only for being caught but for being so weak in the first place. He was powerless against his own desires and fell so easily to them. As his ears continued to flick from the hissing of hushed conversations. The tiger wondered if they were aware of what he was being jailed for...

The rhinos and the sheriff soon reached the Nottingham jail. They stood and continued to hold on the tiger while the sheriff drew ahead, a ring of jingling keys held in his paw. He hummed to himself as he flicked through them, finding the right one. After pressing it to the keyhole and turning it, the cell door swung open.

"Throw him in, boys."

The rhino nodded and did just that: with a heave from the both of them, the tiger was swung back and forth before he was let go, flinging him into the jail.

Shu grunted as he landed on the ground harshly. He lifted himself up and groaned, wiping the dust from the fur on his face. The jail was dark and smelled a bit damp, making the tiger wince a bit. Behind him was the bang of a slammed cell but to his own surprise there was the sound of heavy footsteps, much closer than expected.

The tiger turned around and nearly jumped out of his pelt at the sight of those two rhinos and the sheriff standing over him. They all stared down at the shocked feline, wearing wide smirks on their faces.

"W-what are you all doing in here?"

The sheriff chuckled and slammed his paws to his sides. "It's called crime and punishment. You're locked up for the crime but now it's time for yer punishment."

The smiles on their faces grew wider but there was something underneath that the tiger could sense. They were planning to do something with him but Shu had no idea what that was. All he knew was that he didn't like the feeling that clung to him.

It seemed his feelings were well placed as rhinos gripped at their lower halves, pulling their trousers down. They exposed themselves, presenting their sheaths before the wide eyed feline. While his eyes were on them, the two pachyderms stroked at the peaking tips of their cocks, stimulating them enough to coax their penises into lengthening and thickening.

Both of them sported a semi hard that bobbed and bounced as the two of them stepped closer to the tiger. Shu himself felt his heart racing but couldn't get himself to move. Their footsteps were thumping hard as they got closer and closer still.

Before the tiger himself knew it, the rhino was on his left and right side. They gripped their heavy cocks and flopped them on the tiger's face, snickering at the sight. In a rather mocking fashion, the two pachyderms rocked their hips back and forth, dragging their dicks across the tiger's face.

Shu was powerless against the heft that dropped down on his muzzle. And when they were dragged and ground across his face the tiger was left practically paralyzed. Just the sensation alone left him trembling but it was paired with the bouquet of musk, brought about by standing out and marching in the morning sun.

The tiger couldn't stop himself from taking in the light scent, and every whiff only added to the excitement building within him. He was quick to let the heat of his body and the steady haze of his mind ease him into allowing the bigger males to continue. Faster than even the rhinos expected, the tiger they were 'punishing' had no desire to resist or stop them.

Seeing this, the sheriff smirked, deciding to go ahead with what he considered to be some 'community service.' He approached the panting tiger but rather than presenting his own length, the sheriff turned himself around and presented his large backside to the gasping feline.

Shu was left gawking but it didn't last long. One of the rhinos was kind enough to help Shu out in the form of shoving his head forward, right in between the pair of furry cheeks. A muffled sound came from the tiger but it was hardly heard against the snickers coming from all three males. Urging the tiger on, the sheriff ground his backside against the muzzle pressing against his tailhole.

Another press of the rhino's large hand shoved Shu's lips against the pink pucker. He could hear the sheriff saying something but it hardly registered. His mind could hardly process all that happened before let alone the large, soft ring that he was now kissing. So, the fox did what he was taught to do. He stopped thinking and let his instincts guide the way.

That resulted in a sudden gasp from the sheriff. A hot tongue lapped against his rim, sending tingles through his body. He was unprepared for the sudden pleasure and it wasn't helped that another lick came right after, renewing the feelings before they completely fizzled out.

While the tiger was planting smooth licks of the wolf's tailhole, the rhino guard treated themselves to the sight, gripping their own cocks and finally stroking them to full length and hardness. They made deep grunts of their own as they pleasured themselves to the sight before them.

"That's a good boy." The sheriff liked Shu's eagerness. He knew there was something about him but what happened last night sealed the deal.

He had made the proper arrangements and it was guaranteed that no one would be popping by for a few hours, leaving the sheriff and the other men he fooled around with all alone to exercise their forbidden urges. They had all been rather busy, leaving some time since all of them had release, leaving the three big men rather pent up and ready to take it out on the tiger that was clearly one of them.

"I knew there was something special about you." The sheriff continued, powering right through the pleasure that scorched through his body. "But you were running a risk just grabbing me out in the open like that. So I gotta give ya little slap on the wrist."

The sheriff pressed his butt a little bit more, silently urging for more of the licks. But he received much more in the form of Shu's tongue accidentally slipping into the wolf's hole. He didn't intend for it to happen but the sound from the wolf made him reconsider.

A deep groan of pleasure struck Shu and urged him to repeat the motion of slipping his tongue against the sensitive hole. Knowing that's what the sheriff wanted from him, the tiger gingerly focused the tip of his tongue against the center.

Slowly and steadily, the tiger's tongue entered the sheriff, working to stretch and fill his insides. He was rewarded with the rather clean but flavorful taste. The moment the taste touched his tongue, the feline instantly became hooked on it.

His licks became more frequent and they continued to press further within, filling the wolf's hole. Every time his tongue, pressed, twisted, or flicked against his smooth walls, the sheriff would gasp and growl in bliss.

The more he did, the less Shu could resist. Alongside the bout of licks deep within the hot tunnel, the tiger pressed his lips against the pink rim. His tongue worked to slick the space up, allowing him to press inside even deeper. With every bump of the feline's lips, a soft kiss was planted on the sensitive ring.

"Boy, you sure are good at this. Makes me wonder how many times you've done it."

The sheriff pressed and ground his butt against Shu's face, aiding in the hot licks and soft kisses on and within it. The space between his full cheeks full sloppy and hot, only adding to the thrill of being licked so expertly. The hot muscle curled against and pressed his prostate repeatedly, making him pant hard. His rock solid cock was leaking heavily without being touched and the pleasure building within was growing stronger and stronger...

Shu was surprised as the heavy pair of cheeks and soft hole were all pulled away from him. His tongue was left flopping from his mouth, already missing the warmth and taste of the wolf's tailhole.

But what he didn't know was that the sheriff was already at his limit. His body was still reeling and tingling from the treatment of his hole. And though it was never touched, the wolf's length was pulsing hard and leaking heavily. He was close to his limit and couldn't hold back for much longer...

He wasn't the only one either. As the large wolf turned around and stood over the tiger, he gripped his dripping cock, giving it a few strokes. Alongside the sheriff, the rhino guard were stroking their own thumping shafts. They were just as close, having a close look at all the action.

With the wolf standing in front and the rhino on either side of him, Shu was surrounded by the sounds of pleasured grunts and the sloppy sounds of fists wet with precum beating over thick, meaty shafts. It all seemed to happen all at once. Perhaps they all reached their limit at the same time or the first climax triggered the others:

Shu was prepared and stood still as the males above grunted and moaned. In their fists, the hard pulses of their dicks led to the sprays, spits, and gushes of thick seed all over his face, head, and even his ears. They were raining down thick on him, splattering layer after layer of thick spunk down on the tiger. It made his pelt wet, hot, and heavy but it was a pleasant feeling. It was almost like a shower, but of course much thicker and heavy with the scent of male marking.

The sighs of bliss continued until the last string of seed was spurt onto Shu's face. Shu himself just remained on his knees. There was too much seed glazing his face to simply wipe it off or even lick it up.

The other males seemed to notice this. While the rhinos snickered again, the sheriff took the time to admire their work. He held his softening cock in his paw, the grin on his muzzle widening.

"I think we should help him out." The sheriff led by example, widening his stance and aiming his cock at the tiger's face. The pachyderms nodded and copied the wolf's actions. Just like they had before, the three males stood around the tiger, ready to blast him with hot fluids.

But the fluid flowing from the tips wasn't the same as before. The tiger was no longer met with gushes of thick, pearlescent seed. Instead he was treated to three powerful streams that arced before coming down to splash the fluid onto his pelt.

Despite his heavily blurred vision, Shu knew the sound and the scent more than well enough to know. And even with his vision impaired he could easily imagine the wolf and rhinos lazily pissing on him.

Sure enough the three of them were heavily relieving themselves on the monk, sighing and wincing in pleasure at the deep bliss that coursed through their bodies. Their urine ran from the tips and onto the tiger, splattering down on his pelt. Not only did it add to the warm and dampness of the feline's fur but it also worked well to wash away the thick fluid previous spurt onto him.

On the receiving end of their ejaculate and now their urine, Shu reveled under the blissful heat soaking into his clothes and pelt. As the thick seed washed from his pelt, the musky reek of fresh piss and the deep set warmth now spread further than just his head, clinging heavily to the fur along his chest and stomach. His nostrils flared against the scent, now powerful from the mix of fluids coming from differing males.

"Mm, ain't this what you wanted to see? You think I never noticed you while I was taking my leaks?"

One by one, the three urinating males were losing power in their streams. They were tapering out into nothing more than thin drips that dotted the dusty floor of the jail. While the rhinos snorted in pleasure, the sheriff groaned as he shook himself off, flinging small drips against the tiger's nose. Shu was able to take one last glance at the wolf's softened cock before it disappeared underneath his tunic.

Saying nothing more, the wolf and the two rhinos left Shu to his own devices. The deep clang of the jail cell echoed off the dusty stone walls. All alone in the jail, the tiger was starting to feel down on himself. With the excitement of the events wearing off, the monk was left with that feeling of shame. It was burning just as hot as the piss and remnants of ejaculation that still soaked his clothes and pelt...

Hours later the cell door creaked open, waking Shu from his sleep. The tiger's eyes flew open and the fur along his spine rose. Just as he did that very morning, Shu was frantically looking around the unfamiliar room. It was when stretched and took a deep breath that it all came back. The urine that previously left him wet had now all but dried. But the reek of male marking was heavy on his pelt, filling his nose every time he inhaled.

The cell door creaked even more, demanding the tiger's focus. He had no idea what time it was, but there was no light coming in from the opened door, telling Shu it was after sunset. That meant he had been there for the whole day...

"Hoo-wee... We need to get ya out of here." The sheriff approached the tiger, taking a whiff before recoiling.

The reek was always strong in open spaces but the monk was left to sit in the fluids in a closed off space. The stench of wolf and rhino urine hung heavy in the air but it was intense on the monk's clothes and fur.

Much to Shu's own surprise, the heavy steps of the wolf sounded. He looked up to see the large wolf reaching a paw out towards him. The tiger was very confused but took the wolf's paw. He was easily lifted to his feet and grateful for the help but there were still many questions that he had.

"Shhh..."

The sheriff must have known and he was quick to shush the tiger. Still holding the monk's paw, the wolf led him out of the cell. Shu was still trying to wrap his head around everything that was happening. One moment he was in jail and the next, the sheriff himself freed him. Now he was being led to who-knows-where.

Upon leaving the jail yard's walls, the wolf turned away from the town of Nottingham, instead he was heading for the open field where Shu himself hid and slept the day before. There wasn't much time to think about it as the sheriff was still dragging him ahead.

In the cover of the night, the wolf and tiger were out of sight from those living in Nottingham. They were deep in the fields, hidden by the dark shadows of looming trees and thick bush clumps. There was somewhere the wolf wanted to take the monk and they were nearly there.

Shu was surprised yet again as the two of them stopped before a pool of water. And beyond the pool was a cottage not too far ahead.

"What is this place?" Shu asked, finding the quaint sight rather peaceful. It reminded him a lot like home.

"This place is all mine." The sheriff looked at the cottage with a small smile before he turned to Shu again.

"You'd better clean yerself up. Same for yer clothes too. You can leave them outside to dry." With those simple words the wolf walked ahead towards his cottage, leaving the tiger to wash the acrid scent from his pelt.

While Shu couldn't forget the events of earlier that day, Shu was also grateful to the wolf for freeing him and bringing him somewhere he could finally bathe.

With a small sigh, Shu began to peel his clothes from his body. They were practically fused to his fur, making him wince as the fabric clung for a bit before finally unlatching from his pelt. First his upper robes came off, slipping them over his neck and head. He tossed it into the makeshift pond, watching it become soaked by the clear water.

With that taken care of, Shu gripped the top of his trousers. He was able to remove them easier, stepping out of the clothing before tossing into the pool as well.

Now completely nude, Shu took a deep breath and approached the water. He knew it was going to be a bit cold due to the cool night air. But a little chill was preferable to the stench that clung hard to his pelt.

After first dipping a foot into the water, Shu found the water rather comfortable and he slipped the rest of his body into the pond. It felt nice enough and the heady smell was already easing from his body. He used his claws to comb through his fur, making sure the cool water seeped deep into fur.

It had been a while since he washed like this. He and the other monks had often bathed together, even washing each other's backs. It was a great bonding experience and it was enjoyable to talk and trade stories while soaking and cleaning themselves.

Even though he was alone at the moment, Shu was rather content. He took a deep breath and fully submerged himself, making sure his head, face, and neck were touched by the water, washing away the reek that clung heaviest.

Upon resurfacing, Shu turned his attention to his clothes. He reached out and grabbed his robes, swirling them in the water before giving them a good wringing as he climbed out of the pool. He could see two poles connected by a string, dangling from the string were two tunics that could only belong to the sheriff. Shu approached it and threw his shirt on the string, watching it wave slightly in the light breeze.

The tiger returned to the pool to do the same for his trousers, soon wringing them as well and throwing the pair on the string. After that he elected to stand outside for a little while longer. While he took in the tranquil sights and sounds of the night, the light breeze in the air steadily dried his pelt, soon leaving him feeling clean and comfortable. With all of that taken care of, Shu was left outside alone with no clothes of his own. Sure, he could wait for his robes to dry but that would take half the night.

Feeling rather nervous, the tiger turned around and approached the cottage. Sure, the sheriff had a kind tone as he whisked him away but he was the same wolf that locked him away. But then again, he was also that same wolf that did those...things to him. Those exciting, deviant things that made his heart race just thinking about it.

Before the tiger realized, he was already pushing his way inside of the cottage. To his surprise, the sheriff seemed to be waiting for him. The wolf stood in the center of the one room space. A smile spread over his muzzle upon seeing the tiger return.

"I was starin' to worry about you." The sheriff looked the tiger up and down and dared to sniff in his direction. The monk both looked and smelled rather clean now.

His expression quickly turned into a frown as he approached the confused tiger.

"Sorry about lockin' you up earlier. The prince's been wantin' the jail filled. When you did...what you did I used it as a chance to make him happy for a little while. I wanted to tell you just I couldn't risk being found out."

"I know it sounds weird but those rhinos I brought were in on it too. We're all... We all have a...hankerin' for guys. But we gotta keep it a secret or we'll all get hanged. I had to arrest ya to protect ya before anyone else found out."

Shu nodded, finally understanding why the wolf did what he did.

"And I was wonderin' if we could... Ya know? But we'll do it right this time."

Shu was surprised by the sudden nervousness in the wolf's voice. Against his belly, his paws twiddled against each other and his tail swished back and forth in quick jerks.

The tiger couldn't keep himself from smiling. At this point he couldn't deny that he felt something for the lupine and the idea of getting close to him and him alone in such a way...it made his heart throb hard in his chest. He nodded to the sheriff and flicked his own tail upon seeing the wolf's grateful smile.

Upon getting the clear, the sheriff was all too quick to take hold of his tunic. In a swift motion, the wolf pulled the clothing up from body and over his head. With a quick toss of the bundled fabric into the corner, the Sheriff of Nottingham himself was stark raving naked before the also naked monk from a foreign land.

If finally seeing the sheriff fully nude wasn't enough of a view for Shu, he was also treated to the sight of the wolf's red, pointed tip peeking from his plump, furry sheath.

"Must've been mighty cold out there," the sheriff's words were kind but there was a teasing tone underneath them, a tone that excited the tiger. A look into the wolf's eyes gave away his intentions but he continued on anyway. "I think you'd be nice and warm on that there bed of mine."

"Y-yes, it does look rather...comfortable," Shu said, nodding curtly to the wolf. He was doing his best to keep a look of calm and maybe even suave. But the rapid beating of his heart and the trembling of his paws easily gave him away. Nonetheless, Shu walked around the items in the cottage, retreating to the right side corner where a rather large bed sat. It was even larger than the sheriff himself and the dark wood making up its frames looked more than sturdy enough to hold even him up.

Shu sat down on the bed, finding it rather comfortable under his bare bottom and tail. Some heavy steps sounded and the bed creaked again. Sitting right next to him, letting out a deep grunt of contentment, was the sheriff. The wolf yawned and scratched his large paw across the fur of his chest, running it over the fat mounds on his chest. A deep grunt of pleasure sounded as his fingers flicked over his soft nipples.

The tiger noticed all of this, he couldn't keep himself from watching. It was such a simple and even non-sexual act but it turned the tiger on. The sheriff seemed to know this, he said nothing nor did even look in the direction of the feline, but he continued to run his paws over his large, soft breasts. And when his fingers ran over a nipple, he took the time to flick and drag his fingers over them, teasing them over and over until they were both erect.

The whole time, the sheriff let himself make pleasured groans and sighs, he was sure it was making the tiger all hot and bothered. It certainly was the case of himself. Being so close to the other male he found cute and having those adorable eyes on him while he played with his breasts made him excited. It was always exciting when he acted out his desires with other males but there was something about Shu that struck him as different.

At this point both of the mammals were sporting fully erect cocks. They were both heavily excited by each other's presence and the knowledge of how illegal their actions already were. They hadn't even started anything yet but if someone walked in on them it would be enough for them both to pay a hefty price. But for some reason that just made everything all the more exciting, especially for Shu.

Despite being surrounded by male monks, the feline was inexperienced in sexual acts, let alone with another male involved. He was rather nervous but there was something that oddly reassured him. It was the events of that very morning. Surrounded by the rhinos and the sheriff himself, the tiger was able to at the very least rim the wolf. Of course he thought his very freedom was on the line, but in the heat of the moment he was not only able to rim the sheriff, but he nearly made him cum. Just knowing that made Shu feel a bit better and more confident about himself.

The sheriff cleared his throat, tearing Shu from his thoughts. The tiger looked to the wolf who was now smirking down at him.

"How about we get to the good stuff, huh?" The sheriff said, spreading both his legs. Now the feline had even more of a view of his fully hard cock. He left no hints or double meanings to his desires, it was clear as day for the tiger to and pick up on.

Shu nodded and despite the spike of fear that speared through his heart, the tiger moved closer as the sheriff eased himself on the bed fully, laying against the pillows resting upon the bed frame. He made himself nice and comfy as the tiger slowly eased himself between his legs.

"T-this is actually my first time... I apologize but I do not really know what I am doing," Shu said, feeling his face heat up. For some reason saying such a thing made him feel silly and even a little shameful, especially when he considered how well he acted within the jail.

The sheriff's face softened the impatience that steadily built within him suddenly melted away. Now it made sense why the tiger was taking forever. For a moment he thought back to when the tiger rimmed him but it was obvious that he didn't know what he and the rhinos knew.

"That's alright, Shu. We'll take this all nice and slow. Do you be worryin' now. The sheriff's gonna take good care of ya."

Shu nodded and felt much better about the whole thing. He nodded and gave the wolf a smile, soon receiving one in return.

"Alright now. All ya gotta do is ease ya mouth close to my little wolf down there. You use your lips and tongue to tease it real nice. Oh, and watch ya fangs. You'll figure it out when ya get started."

The sheriff ended his instruction by patting Shu on the head in between his ears. That gave the tiger the encouragement to finally just do it and figure it out as he went along.

Shu was finally nestled deep in between the wolf's legs, staring down his crimson rod. He didn't know anything about blowjobs but he had heard enough about them to have a general idea. He combined that idea with the words of the sheriff and finally started.

His tongue eased from his mouth and past his lips, giving a quick flick to the cock's underside. It wasn't much but it seemed to please the sheriff, getting a pleasured sigh out of him. Shu himself felt a bit warm upon hearing that. He dared to repeated the motion but this time he put more pressure on his tongue. The tiger again, licked the wolf's loins, this time keeping the motions rather slow.

The sheriff made an even deeper sound and his body jerked a bit. Despite the tiger saying it was his first time, it certainly felt good to the wolf. And another lick even made his toes curl, maybe the monk had some sort of talent he wasn't even aware of? The next plant of his tongue dragging from his base to his tip certainly made the wolf think so.

"H-How about puttin' it in your mouth?"

Shu paused for a moment, not expecting to hear such words; he hadn't even considered such an action. But the more he thought about it, the more appealing the idea became. His heart pounded as he raised his head and pressed his lips against the pointed tip of the sheriff's cock.

He simply did what made the most sense, opening his mouth before he sunk the sheriff's tip past his lips. There was a slight flavor but it wasn't anything unpleasant. With that much taken into his mouth, Shu pressed on further. It was easier than he thought it would be and the noises coming from the wolf spurred him on as well.

As more and more of the sheriff's cock slipped within his muzzle, the wolf reacted more, groaning and purring deeply.

"Mmm, that feels real nice..."

Shu blushed at those words but continued, squeezing the base with his lips as he lifted his head. His tongue kept against the wolf's shaft. Starting out slow, Shu began to bob his head up and down, using his mouth to further tease the sheriff. He just hoped that he was doing a good enough job.

Now, the sheriff was speechless from the hot mouth and smooth tongue teasing and licking along his shaft. It had been so long since someone wrapped their lips around his loins and the sensation was better than he remembered.

He couldn't keep himself from moaning. And those deep, burly sounds bounced off the wooden walls, filling their ears. Just a little quieter than them were the sounds of the tiger's mouth, making small suckles and slurps.

As much as the sheriff was enjoying himself, the wolf could feel himself getting close to his limits. He wanted to last longer and do much more with the tiger than just a bit of sucking.

With reluctance, the wolf tapped Shu on the head. Once the tiger looked up at him, the wolf made an upwards motion with his paw, curling his finger up. Luckily, Shu understood and he was quick to slip the pulsing length from his mouth, already panting from the breath he didn't realize he was holding.

"Now, j-just give me a little moment..."

Shu nodded and took a moment to center himself. His breathing was still unsteady and his chest was pounding. Even at his most excited, his heart never thumped like this. It was such a strange sensation but it felt oddly good, it felt right. Shu himself couldn't explain it but he somehow felt like he was doing the right thing...

The two of them sat close, both taking a little break before they started again. The tiger listened closely to the wolf's breathing. It calmed him and excited him at the same time. The sheriff was so big from top to bottom and the monk found that very appealing. Pressed against his side, Shu stole many quick looks at the heavyset lupine, silently admiring his many large features.

It didn't last long as the wolf soon grunted from a quick stretch. He yawned and looked at Shu with a certain look in his eyes. It was a strange look of admiration and hunger. The monk wasn't sure what it meant but it once again excited him.

"Alright, I think we should be movin' on to the good stuff. I'll be leadin' this time. Ya ready?"

Shu could only nod, despite the racing of his heart and the shakiness of his paws, the tiger was more than sure that he wanted to do this. The sheriff nodded as well and grunted as he leaned to the left, stretching his arm out to grab hold of the knob on his bedside stand. He gripped it and pulled it open, quickly jamming his hand inside the drawer before pulling out a bottle of something. With another grunt, the large wolf was back to lying upright, next to Shu.

The now puzzled monk watched while the sheriff popped the cork from the bottle with the claw on this thumb. He lowered the bottle down his body until it hovered over his still-erect cock. With a tilt of the container, a thick but clear substance poured onto the sheriff's length. Shu could see and hear the wolf wince from the likely cold substance. It covered every inch of him, slathering the crimson rod in a thick, slippery layer.

"Alright. Now get up here." The sheriff wore a smile as he patted his stomach. Shu couldn't help but smile as he watched the area jiggle after being touched.

Shu carefully approached the wolf and climbed up his body, soon pressing his own body against the sheriff's. His whole body tingled with both excitement and the pleasure of his own length dragging against the wolf's fur. The lupine took hold of the monk's body, easing his body down until he could feel his tip slip in between the soft-furred cheeks.

"Are you ready?"

Shu nodded, feeling his face heat up. "Y-yes, I am."

The wolf nodded again and put a bit of force into his next motion. Both males made their own sounds from the tip prodding and slipping past the virgin rim of Shu's tailhole. The substance slathering the invading length made the penetration easy. Shu himself felt some pressure but no pain. Instead a strange but incredible pleasure lit up his body.

Things became a blur as more and more of the sheriff's length wormed its way inside of the monk's body. The wolf himself was already huffing and growling. His eyes fluttered as his base finally sunk inside, leaving only the knot just outside of the tiger's tailhole. Just as it had been a long time since he was licked upon, it was just as long since he felt the tightness and heat of another male's hole.

"Just relax and I'll take care of ya."

Shu nodded and gasped as the rocking of the wolf's hips started. They started out slow, and the motions slipped his length against those soft walls of Shu's rear. It felt even better than he remembered, making him shudder from every little motion. And the sounds coming from Shu added to the experience. The tiger was clearly enjoying himself, holding tight to the wolf and whimpering as his virgin hole was stretched deep for the first time.

"Mmm, ya feel so nice. Warm too."

Shu smiled but still grunted from another deep stretch. "This feels v-very good. I never would have thought it was like this..."

"Glad to make ya first time a good one."

The wolf picked up the pace of his thrusting, holding on tighter to Shu. His dulled claws drifted through the soft fur along the tiger's back. He could feel the monk twitching under his touch and it made him feel warm inside. Shu himself was nearly overwhelmed with sensations. There were so many new things at once. From the deep pleasure repeatedly striking deep inside of him to the teasing touches along his back...

His moans grew stronger and deep pants left his muzzle from the pleasure building deep within him. It was building more and more, becoming stronger and stronger. He started to growl as well, feeling his limit approaching. It came faster than he expected but the thrusts and pleasure was too much for him to handle for any much longer.

"Aah..!"

Shu held tight to the sheriff as he shuddered and growled heavily. His orgasm came and struck his body hard, leaving him paralyzed from the intense feelings. Against the wolf's body, Shu's own length pulsed and sprayed lines of his seed. His hips ground on their own, milking more seed from the now purring tiger.

The sheriff was surprised to see and feel the monk's climax on his body. Even more so, the lupine was completely caught off guard by the hard clenches of Shu's anal walls. They hugged down hard on the sheriff's length, nearly constricting the girth still plunged deep within.

"H-haa... Hoo-wee...!"

The sheriff rolled his hips a few more times, slipping his length in deep against the strong clenches. It was more than enough to push him over the edge. Gritting his fangs and holding Shu even tighter to his own body, the large wolf reached his climax as well. It struck him hard just like the monk and from his tip came those thick spurts of wolf seed. The sudden heat filled Shu's tailhole, making him feel oddly warm and comfortable. He could also feel the wolf's length pulsing hard inside of him before the last loads of seed were unloaded within him.

Still pressed close to each other and panting heavily, Shu and the sheriff were both suddenly winded and very tired from their events. Shu himself felt his eyelids growing heavy but he didn't know that the sheriff had already fallen asleep despite still being inside of him. The monk had enough sense to lift his body up enough for it to slip out of him. And with that, the tiger finally succumbed to his sleepiness.

The next morning Shu was still sleeping peacefully on the sheriff's comfortable bed. But the sheriff himself was well awake, having slipped from the bed some time earlier. In the early hours of the morning, the wolf allowed the tiger to get some sleep. But now the sun was high in the sky and the townspeople of Nottingham would be waking up soon...

It would have been simple for the sheriff to simply call the tiger's name or prod him awake. But the memories of their passionate embrace was heavy in his mind. Even more so was a way to treat the tiger to a welcomed sight as he woke up. It would kill two birds with one stone: Shu would be awakened by the noise and he would be able to take his morning piss.

Before the sleeping tiger, the sheriff plopped an old chamber pot onto the bed. The motion was enough to already get the tiger stirring. Seeing that, the wolf was quick to act before the monk fell back into a deep sleep.

He grunted a bit before he made that familiar sound of bliss. That alone was enough to get Shu's ears flicking. His eyes fluttered open just in time to see the sheriff relieving himself. Right before his eyes he was presented with the nude wolf raising his head and grunting in pleasure as his bladder was finally draining itself. But his head lowered and the wolf was treated to the sight of the other male taking in the sight, sounds, and even the scent of his heavy marking filling the pot.

"The others will be waking up soon. Better get cleaned up and dressed." The sheriff paused to murmur as the feeling of his urine rushing out of his loins. "I like ya, Shu. But if we get caught we're both gonna get punished for real."