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Tales of Kashyr, 1

The Story of Culver Holbrand

Out of his entire circle of rich friends, Culver Holbrand was from the poorest family. Among the upper class in Kashyr that would usually relegate him to the bottom of the pecking order but, as part of 'rejects' of the well-off families with whom he hung, he was situated right in the middle of the pack. It suited him quite well considering he preferred anonymity, even among his friends; he'd seen what too much attention did to the richest among them, Raedryn Wescott, and it was never more obvious than when the group went out to celebrate the elder child of Wescott Mercantile.

The night of revelry was an inconvenient one for Culver since he had other plans, but maintaining an alabi was imperative so he and his companions went for a lengthy pub crawl all across the best places in town. Considering how some of his friends could down more booze more than an onery Orc they made it a point not to stay in any one bar too long... especially since they were relying on Raedryn's family name to get them their celebratory drinks for free. Despite the amount of time it took, and the young man's concern for the hour, eventually it played to his advantage as they began to run out of possible public houses, and that was when he seized on the opportunity to turn things to his advantage, suggesting a place he explained he'd 'heard of in passing' down in the Beast Quarter.

In truth, Culver knew the Beast Quarter intimately. Ever since he'd come of age, the young man couldn't help himself but slum in the area of Kashyr occupied by the poorly regarded beast folk. It was the poorest part of town, meaning few people of means ever bothered to visit, and that was perfect for Culver, since he preferred to keep his 'proclivities' to himself. True, it was a risk bringing his circle of friends with him, but it was worth it if he could use them as cover; his dad had begun to grow suspicious of his outings in recent months, but thought nothing of him partying with his well-off companions.

The tavern, which he knew well, felt like a second home to him, and yet he couldn't fully get comfortable since there was a slim chance he would be recognized. Then again, the other reason he felt out-of-sorts was the fact that he wasn't hiding his face; he was wearing the fine clothing of the mercantile district and that meant he stood out like a sore thumb. After the first fifteen minutes, Culver realized that he was safe, and he was finally able to calm down enough to not have to try hard pretending that he was enjoying himself... even if he was just wasting time until he could get away. Fortunately, it didn't take quite as long as he'd expected.

After a particularly unpleasant interaction with a Rakken girl, the group was ready to make a scene but, thankfully, Raedryn the birthday boy saved the day and offered to resolve the issue with her. The group was so focused on him that Culver took the opportunity to slip away. Having avoided drinking as much as the rest of his friends, the young man was still clear of head, and so he could put his plan into action. He wasted no time doing just that.

Patting his nearest companion on the shoulder, Culver began his escape with a simple, casual excuse. "I'm gonna see how bad the privy looks here."

Offering nothing more than a laugh and a nod of acknowledgement, his chum went right back to celebrating, and that meant Culver had the all-clear. Getting up from his table, the young man made his get away, disappearing into the back and down the hall which led to the toilets but, rather than turning left, he made a right and headed toward the back door. It opened to an alley that the Human knew oh-so well. Waiting for him was his contact, who raised a furry eyebrow upon catching sight of Culver. "You're not usually late."

The cloaked figure's muzzle tapered to a point, and the whiskers twitched downward when he frowned. Culver didn't know the Rakken's real name, but that was hardly uncommon in the Beast Quarter. Sterling, as he was called, was relatively tall for a rat man, and he also had the distinction of having gray fur so light that it shone like tarnished silver in bright light. The Rat took great pride in his fur, hence selecting a name referencing its hue. Despite being a denizen of the slums, everything about Sterling spoke of pride-- it needed to, of course, considering the Rakken was both a prostitute an a pimp. Carver knew this from personal experience.

Taking a moment to switch his frame of mind from dealing with friends to interacting with the Rat, Culver stretched out the time between Sterling's comment and his own response by taking off his fine cloak and inverting it, putting it back on with the stitched side on the exterior, providing the fine cloth a much more haggard look. When he did offer a response it was direct and to the point. "I was busy."

The Rat flashed a charismatic smirk. "Too busy for your 'very good friend' Sterling, eh?"

Sterling was something of a wildcard in Culver's experience. When the Human had first encountered the Rat their exchange had been purely transnational; Culver had something of a kink for low born Beast Kin and Sterling's price had been almost laughably low. Things had changed dramatically since then, however, since the Rat had awakened an entirely different desire within the teen; Culver was used to being heeded, obeyed and in control, but Sterling was very good at moving past that, and seemed to regard the Human with actual fondness.

In that moment, stuck in the dim half-light of the alley, the Rat had, in one casual sentence, given a hint at their interaction for the night. Whenever Sterling referred to himself as Culver's 'very good friend' it meant one thing: there was a job. Culver quickly acknowledged his place. "Never too busy for you, Babe."

The Rakkan pimp flashed his needly teeth in a pleased grin. "Good... we got a walk ahead of us... got some work for you, like we talked about before."

Culver's relationship with Sterling was a complicated one; what had started as paying for sex had transitioned into paying to get fucked and, after only a short time, paying the Rat to set up rendezvous with some of the seedier underbelly of Kashyr. Ultimately, the dirtier and more depraved the interaction the more the Human enjoyed himself and the Rat wasn't objecting since he was able to collect from both Culver and the client.

The last job, however, had been nearly a fortnight past, and the Human was starting to wonder if his opportunities were drying up. Receiving the confirmation from Sterling that another job was lined up, however, was exactly what the young man needed to recover from the otherwise dull evening with friends and he picked up the pace. "Is it that Kornos down on the docks? The one one who exuded 'hot guy' from all the way down the wharf? Or maybe the Etamir who was looking at me last time we were walking past the back of the stables?"

Sterling, as usual, didn't bother acknowledging the young man's excitement. Keeping a quick pace, the Rakkan only responded "Nope... Hoplings."

The statement made Culver come to a stop. The Rabbit-like Hoplings were rarer in Kashyr than most, and not just due to the fact that they were an uncommon species to start. The Human was usually inclined to be used and abused by true Beast Folk, Culver found the large, savage creatures far more appealing than little things like Halflings or Goblins or, gods forbid, Hoplings. "Hoplings? Really? I thought you knew I liked the big boys."

The Rakkan didn't so much as slow down. He kept walking, saying only "Oh, I'm pretty sure you'll be fine."

Culver was doubtful, but the pimp had never steered him wrong, and, considering the Human was desperate for any kind of quality, raunchy, depraved sex he couldn't honestly bring himself to object. Fortunately, as they arrived in the alley in one of the not-so-entirely-horrible parts of the Beast Quarter, Culver caught sight of their contact, and he was surprised at what he saw. Stopping to take in the sight of the mature, well-built Hopling, the Human was definitely pleased.

'Mason', as Sterling hailed him was several inches shorter than Culver himself, but easily outclassed him in weight. The Rabbit buck was built like a stone tower, corded muscles still visible beneath the velvety, roan laprine fur. Although the human wasn't familiar with Hoplings, he would have presumed the buck to have been somewhere in his late forties or early fifties; he had a few lines in his fur hinting at streaks of gray and, despite being in what, by all accounts had to have been amazing physical condition, the Rabbit still had the faintest indication of padding appearing around his mid-section.

Further examination had to wait as Sterling finally introduced him. "This is the Human I promised you. Kid, this is an old Hopling friend of mine. Call him Mason. Yes, he's a stone mason. No, you don't get his real name."

Many of the jobs Culver had taken from Sterling had been uptight or even disconcerted about interacting with a Human. Right up until the moment they stuck it in him they were usually uncertain and cautious, but not Mason. Smiling as if meeting a new friend, the Rabbit shot out a paw with ready enthusiasm and grabbed Culver's hand in a steely grip, giving it a firm shake that all but screamed at the buck's ample strength. "Good to finally meet ya... Sterling here's been singing your praises for months."

Culver wasn't sure whether he should be pleased or angry at the advertisement but, as the Human's eyes meandered over the masculine laprine form in front of him, he couldn't get that mad, especially when he saw the bulge between the Hopling's legs. "Uh... thanks."

Mason was still all smiles, glancing over to Sterling. "Pretty quiet for a Human..."

The Rat just winked back. "He knows that there are better uses for his mouth."

The impressive Rabbit just shrugged his even more impressive shoulders. "Well, if you say he's got what I need then that's good enough for me. You clear your night for this, Sterling? I know the boys would hate to have you miss it."

Culver, who had turned to follow, very nearly tripped over his own feet. "Boys?"

Sterling gave him a light shove from behind to start him moving again. "Mason's boys are coming of age today... you're their birthday present."

"You mean... t-two Hoplings? Like... at the same time?"

The Rat's reply was heralded by a smug smirk. "He's got quadruplets."

The Human almost choked on his tongue. "Four Hoplings?"

Mason gave a rich belly laugh at that. "Five, kiddo... I'm not about to give my sons a present without first checking to make sure it's up to my standards."

Culver suddenly felt a lot warmer... in a good way.

* * * * *

It was a quick trip from the alley to a small (Culvier might even have considered it 'quaint') home in what appeared to be the nicer part of the Beast Quarter, if such a thing were possible. Most of the buildings in the lower class areas were four or more stories of tiny apartments stacked upon one another with outside steps and ladders leading to higher levels. The building that the thre approached consisted of two stories and no visible steps on the exterior, leading Culver to believe that it may have been built in a more traditional manner comparable to 'real' houses.

Stepping up to the door, Mason further surprised the Human by pulling out a key; Culver had never seen a home in the Beast Quarter with an actual lock. Seemingly oblivious to the young man's surprise, the Hopling opened the door and stepped aside. "Well... here we are. Sterling I know you'll make yourself at home as always. Kid--"

While Mason was talking with Sterling, Culver's eyes took in the scene, observing the relatively little decoration of the main room and the slightly-smaller-than-usual collection of furniture, but his his attention snapped to his host the moment the Hopling addressed him. "Yes, Sir?"

Mason paused, a small smirk creeping across his lips as reached out with a paw, grasping Culver by the wrist and pulling him into the room. Sterling followed close behind, pulling the door shut as they all stepped in; the Rakken's sharp teeth flashed in a grin at the Hoppling, winking as he flopped onto a worn-looking armchair. "Told ya he knew his manners."

The salvaged piece of furniture creaked lightly but held, but Culver's attention was already back on the mature Rabbit, waiting for the impressively built Hoppling's answer. "I suppose he does."

The Rat reached into his long coat and pulled out a flask, taking a sip after offering a mock toast to the two of them. "Sounds nice, don't it ...sir?"

Mason rolled his eyes, but the curl at the edge of his lips remained as his grip shifted from wrist to forearm and, from there, traversed further up the Human's arm before changing trajectory to slip down to his hip and, ultimately, to his backside. "Aye... I suppose I could get used to a rich little noble calling me 'Sir'... as long as he used the right tone."

The voice used by the Hoppling dispelled Culver's illusions that the small races couldn't be imposing. There was a hint of something powerful and eager burning in the Rabbit's eyes, and Mason continued. "You got something YOU like being called, boy? I don't ind 'Kid', but you're older than own my boys... bit weird to have THEM call you that, even if you're gonna be their present."

Culver made to respond, but his words were interrupted when Mason gave his ass a firm squeeze. He found himself drawn ever closer to the stalwart Hoppling, pulled tight against a broad chest by the Rabbit's brawny arms, squeezing the Human as he was ground against a very solid, very warm torso; it felt like a bag of rocks in a velvet sack. Struggling to think straight, his answer was further delayed when he felt Mason's impressive erection against his thigh. In the end, Culver offered a nervous little chuckle. "I... uh... like being called a lot of things..."

The Hopling chuckled. "I'll bet you do."

His proximity to the Rabbit made it impossible to avoid the older male's strong body odor; Mason had a very distinct scent to him-- a very masculine scent, only partially disguised behind the aroma of powdered stone and clay. Culver had to stifle a whimper when Mason pulled him closer still, and he felt his face flush red when his erection was pressed to the Hoppling's muscular thigh; his blush got even worse when Sterling snickered off to the side, calling attention to it. "Hmm... looks like you're getting the boys' new toy all wound up."

Focusing more on the organic musk and less on the earthy aroma of what smelled like a construction site, Culver found himself being lowered down slightly so that his eyes were level with his host's. "Is that so?"

The Human could only nod, but the gesture was apparently not enough for Mason. "Sunfeli got your tongue... Toy?"

There was something surprisingly impressive about the mature Hopling's confident expression; despite his size, Mason was not lacking in presence-- and it turned nigh overwhelming when the Hopling drew him in for an exploratory kiss. The moment muzzle met lips, it left Culver no doubt that the Hopling was plenty used to being in charge. He melted into Mason's embrace and found himself being supported with little effort by the powerhouse buck. He came up for air, the taste of Pepperleaf and ale lingering on his tongue as he looked back at Mason, dazed and impressed.

Head still swimming, Culver almost giggled as he offered a quandary "I thought I was the boys' present?"

A firm, strong paw smacked against his rump, and squeezed. The look Mason gave him sent a shiver of excitement down his spine and the Buck settled a heavy paw on his shoulder. "Sure are... you're the fun new toy brought home for em... but dad gets to play with you first."

Any comeback Culver could have planned was silenced yet again as the manly Hopling claimed his mouth yet again. Like the rest of him, Mason's tongue was small, but powerful. Despite the size difference, Culver found himself easily overwhelmed, and lost track of everything except that long, drawn-out moment in which his mouth was invaded by the Rabbit. A hot Hopling muzzle claimed his mouth once more and, before he knew it, the young Human was heted into the air, pulled completely off the floor as the older Buck brought him down onto the floor next to an old, dilapidated sofa. As Mason broke the second kiss, Culver could only whimper "Oh... gods..."

Mason's domineering smirk made the Human's heart flutter as the Rabbit traced a furry digit down from his temple to his chin. "oh... you like that thought, do you? Being a plaything gets you off?"

Culver nodded wordlessly, and was rewarded by a gentle slap on the cheek by the fingers which had only just moments before caressed it; the young man blushed fiercely and the Rabbit winked at the response. "Let's see just what kind of toy I have for my boys tonight..."

The young man had hi back pressed against a throw rug which, in his family's eyes would have been barely suitable to grace a rubbish bin but, with his back pressed against it as his body was being stripped, Culver couldn't have asked for anything finer, not when he was sandwiched between it and the muscular, mature Rabbit who was so eagerly peeling him like a banana. Unable to wait, the Human finally got his arms to move, shaking off the surprise so he could get at what was creating such a large tent in the Hopling's trousers.

Almost as if to tease him, the Rabbit had a string tying them closed, AND a button. Including the time Mason spent out of Culver's reach drawing the Human's breeches all the way off, the Hopling was pulling the young man's shirt up by the time his own trousers were finally opened. With his shirt over his face, Culver was forced to explore the Rabbit's maleness with touch alone, and he gasped at what he discovered.

The mature Hopling wasted little time, however, pulling the Human's hand away by the wrist just as Culver had wrapped his fingers around it-- well... most of the way around it; for belonging to such a small race, Mason was certainly blessed. The young man swallowed against the hungry constriction to his throat; he'd met Etamir less well endowed! Reaching for it again, he was stopped however by Mason' iron-clad grip. The Rabbit's teeth grazed the Human's ear lobe, and then the Hopling breathed "Boys won't be too much longer, so you'll have to forgive the lack of foreplay."

Culver saw stars, vision going white as Mason wasted little time. Reeling from the sheer power of the Rabbit's flawless thrust, the Human was astounded that he was able to take it all with no more than a warning but, as he felt his body spasm around the immense intruder, he thanked the gods that Hoplings, like many other Beast Folk, were tapered. Gritting his teeth against the intruder, he gasped as Mason managed another thrust without first bothering to withdraw even in the slightest and, the next thing Culver knew, he felt the generous, velvety sack of the Rabbit push up against his rump. Mason was, undeniably good at breeding.

Unable to come up with any sensical reply, the young man gave into his train of consciousness. "Gods... no wonder you have four sons..."

The following minutes were a blur; Mason's every movement was a masterclass of sexual prowess. While it was true the largest beast races had been capable of rutting Culver's brains out, there was something undeniably skilled in the every thrust, each grip, and carefully placed kiss upon the Human's bare skin that drove him wild. There was no mistaking it: the Hoppling was as wild a beast as any of the other clients Culver had experienced, but, despite how iron his grasp or unrestrained his rutting, Mason was surprisingly gentle and, even as the buck tensed up in his final moments, Culver saw the steel-grey eyes of the mature Rabbit staring right down at him. The Hopling smiled, the humor of the expression accentuated in his tone. "I hope you're more ready for this than the start, Toy."

It hadn't been the longest rutting Culver had experienced with one of the beast races, but he was astounded at just how much Mason produced. Starting from the initial warning and following through the entirety of a more-than-ten-second, deep-chested groan, the Rabbit just. kept. cumming. Face screwed up in some kind of combination of elation and intense will, the buck bore into him, rocking his hips further against Culver's rump as if trying to force his whole pelvis inside as more and more of the Rabbit's seed pumped into the young man's nethers. The experience was exhilarating, heightened by the masculine buck's pleased moan, which was so deep and so primal that the very sound nearly drove the Human over the edge, and his aching erection hadn't been so much as touched. Yet, before he could find his own release, Mason withdrew, and let out a breath. "Fuck, Sterling... that IS a quite a toy."

Fighting to hold back his dismay at his partner leaving him unattended, Culver managed to bottle up all except the faintest whimper-- possibly inaudible to Humans, but both of the beast folk present heard it; they exchanged glances and chuckled. Sterling got up from his seat and sauntered over, a very obvious tent in his britches. "Don't worry, Toy... you'll have plenty more chances tonight... in fact--"

Both the Rat and Rabbit rotated their ears in the following silence, obviously having heard something the Human missed. Mason grabbed hold of Culver's tunic and began wiping up the copious amounts of Hopling spunk that had seeped out of the young man's backside, then threw the soiled shirt at him before elaborating on the Rakken's interrupted statement. "In fact, it sounds like they're less than a block away."

Having received no direction from Mason, Culver was instead given a firm shove from Sterling. "Back room's over there... don't ruin the surprise."

Following obediently, the Human shuffled forward, careful to avoid taking too long a step for worry that a torrential flood of Rabbit semen would cascade down his legs. Although it took him longer than Sterling would have liked, Culver did ultimately get into the next room and the Rat followed, closing the door silently behind him. A moment later chaos errupted in the room they had just left as a flurry of voices began speaking up. It was Mason's authoritative tone that brought order in so very few words. "Welcome back, now sit the hell down, you lot!"

Despite the crass demand, Culver could practically feel the fatherly love with which it was spoken, followed by the kinds of casual, familiar, filial chat that the Human had always heard about but so rarely experienced. The nobility of Kashyr, he'd heard, were great about giving their offspring everything they desired except the personal time that the poor seemed to have in abundance. The young man's existential moping was halted as he felt a tickling between his legs. Glancing to Sterling, who was seated next to him, he saw the Rakken's tail had slid between his legs and was worming its way beneath his testicles and past his taint. He shot the Rat man a look and mouthed "I'm supposed to be theirs tonight."

Cracking a devilish, needle-sharp toothed grin, Sterling pulled his tail back and, with practiced skill, wrapped it around Culver's penis, which had JUST started to hint at returning to being flaccid; after the nimble coaxing, however, it changed its mind. The Rat winked "I doubt anyone'll be eager to use this end... and, besides... I know you're good for more than one load... Toy."

Culver scowled; apparently his lower-class contact had taken a liking to the new nickname, especially if how much the Rat was 'playing with him' was any indication. Despite the interruption to his thoughts, Sterling did know how to tease him, and was doing an amazing job. The Rakken had just scooted closer and was extending a paw toward the turgid erection when a call from the next room signaled yet another interruption to his much-needed release. "And I figure you're all wanting to see the present your pa got for you! Hey, Sterling!? Come on out with the new toy for the boys!"

Sterling's tail withdrew in an instant, but not before slapping him on the thigh. "That's our cue."

The Rat threw the door open to the main room with all the pomp an circumstance as the governor arriving at a ball. "Boys! Boys! So good to see you!"

With their attention on Sterling, Culver peeked into the open room, and what he saw was mind-blowing: the small room was definitely at capacity. Three of the newcomers looked so amazingly similar to Mason that the family resemblance was unmistakable. The Human hadn't realized just how far into middle age the dad Rabbit was until he was surrounded by his virile young sons but, despite that, none of them managed to make him look 'old'-- just 'older'. The three closest to Mason had his exact coloring, though the largest had a lighter, cream color on his head separating his ears, not unlike some of the striped mane-cuts favored by many of the Etamir, Orcs and the less social Goblins. The one who broke the mold was the smallest of the family.

Most of the sons were close to the same height of their dad, putting them at anywhere between a quarter to a third of a meter shorter than Culver, but the only one of the family with cream-and-brown colored fur was nearly a half meter shorter than the Human and, unlike his father and brothers, he looked the part of what Culver expected from a Hopling: the little guy was practically a bean-pole whose build was even less masculine that the Human's wiry physique. He also stood a short distance from the rest of the Rabbit youths, who were eagerly swamping Sterling with hugs, punches to the shoulder, and cries of "Uncle Sterling-- you made it!"

The Rat, physically overwhelmed, somehow managed to maintain his poise as he let the Hopling swarm tire itself out. "Yes... yes... of course I did, you hellspawn! You think I'd miss a day like this? And, besides-- if I didn't come, how else would you get a toy like this?"

Each of the Hopling youths followed the Rakken's outstretched arm, eyes guided like an arrow in flight to where Sterling gestured and, suddenly, Culver found himself the center of attention. The largest of the Rabbit celebrants flicked a large, erect ear. "A naked Humme?"

The term 'Humme' was a crass one, but not precisely insulting, so Culver let it go. Suddenly faced with a family of surprisingly appealing Hoplings, the young man was more than willing to play nice. "Your dad said today's your birthday, so he wanted to get you something special."

Sterling gestured to Culver, who wasted no time emerging from the side room, clothing long-since abandoned, but not quite as far gone as his modesty. Lost to the moment, the young man sauntered out to the Rat's side, sliding an arm around the rodentine waist as he rested his head on the Rat's shoulder. He jumped when his pimp's open paw slapped his backside. "Gotta get you boys some practice... let you have your fun without the risk of someone popping out kits..."

The Rakken turned to Culver, his whiskers tickling the Human's cheek. "You're welcome." Culver wasn't quite sure who that last statement was meant for, but he was perfectly content to be the target of it, especially as the young Hoplings wasted no time in disrobing, except for the smallest one, who remained timidly in the back. The Human didn't mind the reluctant runt since he definitely liked what he saw otherwise. Unfortunately, not all of the sons were quite as happy with the arrangement.

The largest of the bunch, once fully disrobed, looked like a younger version of his father and, just as the Human was excited with a prospect of a repeat performance from a youthful Mason, the largest son turned his back on Culver and went to the smallest, even going so far as to kneel down to speak with him so that he would have to look up to the runt. Was it a pep talk? Encouragement?

The Human didn't have long to consider it as his vision was blocked by two other muscular, naked Hoppling bodies filling up his eye line. While they didn't have the body-builder physique of their dad, they each had defined masculine builds, more suited to the swimmers at the docks who spent their days in the ocean current dealing with repairs and patches on ships. Lamenting the loss of the largest son, Culver was, nevertheless, still happy to celebrate the four paws which took rough hold of him and brought him to the ground.

The young man's stomach pressed into the same rug his back had been laid against only a handful of minutes prior, and it was readily appeared that the teens, while nearing Mason's strength, where nowhere near as skilled as their father. Even as one muscular, furred body moved behind him, the other went down on knees in front of him, and those four paws pushing him down were suddenly hoisting him up onto his knees. He gasped when he saw the length of flesh bobbing before his eyes; as far as Culver was concerned, Mason was definitely a generous father in bestowing his sons with.... assets.

The thick flesh in front of him slid seamlessly into his mouth and the Human reveled in the salty musky scent of the young Hopling, entire body on fire as he felt the Hopling shake with desire, then lust, and then, almost immediately after, an orgasm; the salty musk flavor was replaced instantly by copious amounts of bitter, pungent essence of young, virile masculinity. Smiling around the still-pulsing shaft, Culver was not disappointed by the quick result-- if anything he was flattered. Even more to his pleasure, the young Hopling didn't disengage and, once he recovered from his ejaculation, began plowing home without so much more than a pause; his erection never subsided.

Despite how engaged he was with the one in front of him, Culver didn't miss the strangled gasp from the Rabbit behind him; the young Hopling's eager shaft met no resistance entering him and, even as the two furred paws gripped either side of his hips, the Human was more focused on the feel of the birthday kit's father's spunk oozing out of him, displaced by the girthy shaft. Like his brother, the Rabbit behind him didn't last long, but his orgasm was much louder, and much more spectacular.

Shivering at the feel of being filled past overflowing by the combined loads of father and son, Culver wasn't quite able to enjoy the moment as much as he'd have desired by the casual comment made off to the side by Sterling to Mason. "Hmm... is that where the term 'hare trigger' comes from then?"

Returning his focus to the Hopling in front of him, Culver had no interest in hearing the silly jabs exchanged by the two older men... not when he was enjoying the younger ones. The Rabbit youth had begun vigorously and joyously rutting his face; one hand on either side of the Human's head, and going all-out. Culver had long since lost his gag reflex and was capable of holding his breath long enough to please even a slow-to-rouse Zardon but, just as Culver was getting into the groove of being railed from the front and behind, he felt the Hopling in front of him tighten up, and give an off-time double-thrust; for the second time that night Culver was drinking down a bounty of young Rabbit spunk.

The Hopling's second ejaculation lasted for just as long as the initial one but, unlike the first time, once he was done he pulled back, thick member drawing free of Culver's lips with an audible 'pop'. The young Rabbit wiped his forehead off with the back of his arm, adding "Whew... that's WAY better than doing it alone!"

Mason, off to Culver's right, just chuckled. "Done already, son?"

The Human, head no longer occupied, glanced over to the muscular dad Rabbit and saw that Sterling was standing next to him; they each had an arm around one another (Sterling's around Mason's shoulders, while the Rabbit had his around the Rakken's waist), and they were each casually touching themselves. The Hoppling who had just unloaded into Culver's mouth looked to the two older men and didn't even pause at the display. "You said we got all night, right? Sharing's important!"

The muscular dad Rabbit only laughed. "That's a good boy..." He then paused, eyes focusing across the room. "Hey-- M! V! You just gonna sit over there and play by yourselves or come try out the new toy your Uncle Sterling brought?"

Culver followed Mason's gaze; the young man's heart fluttered, and not just because of the way a Hoppling son groaned and ground his groin into the Human's ass; the sight that met his eyes very nearly stopped his heart. The largest son with the striped head fur had taken it upon himself to 'help' the smallest of the brothers, who was tiny in comparison to his siblings in all ways but one... and WHAT a way that was. Despite the Hoppling family's small stature they were each built well, and every last one of them had endowments comparable to anything a human could wield, but the smallest bodied of the sons was by far the most well endowed; even though there was no semen left in Culver's mouth he still found himself swallowing. "My gods..."

With the aid and reassurance of his largest brother, the smallest was coaxed forward, the behemoth shaft more befitting a bovine Kornos than a small Hopling swaying back and forth in the air like a swordsman's blade fending off any would-be aggressor. Rather than dissuaded, however, Culver was hypnotized. Even as the runt of the litter approached he spoke up and over his shoulder to his huge brother, who was giving him gentle shoves forward. "Are... are you sure, Mace? I-- I mean, messing around with YOU guys is one thing, but--"

The familiarity between the brothers suddenly made so much sense; they were obviously not strangers to one anothers' bodies and, judging from the way the largest brother encouraged the smallest, hesitation was no rarity for the little guy. Rather than address his sibling, Mace, the huge Hopling spoke to Culver instead. "Turn around, Toy-- Vink should be able to hold onto hips... not your little Humme ears."

There was no malice or insult to the words; he was speaking frankly and, for some reason, what would have been a casual faux pas in polite society was, in that moment horribly erotic. Feeling his own shaft harden more than he'd ever thought possible, Culver obediently turned around, going so far as to looking back over his shoulder as he did so, using the opportunity to watch the tripod Hopling kit get encouraged closer. "Like this?"

Culver gave his rump a gentle sway back and forth playfully; despite Vink, the littlest of the brothers hesitating so much, the Human could tell that one part of him was definitely eager to close the distance. Thankfully Mace had no trouble facilitating that short trip. Supporting the front of his body with one arm, Culver rotated his torso so he could watch as the larger of the two took hold of his smaller (in height-- oh GODS, what an organ!) brother's member and lined it up. Mace then leaded forward over his brother and spoke calmly "We'll go together."

Culver wasn't entirely sure what the meaning was behind the statement, until he saw Vink's eyes widen. The smallest of the brothers' mouth opened in a silent exclamation and Culver watched as Mace's grip tightened around his little sibling's waist but that focus was quickly lost as Mace's hips forced Vink's forward and the Human had to add his second hand to the floor, turning back around to avoid face-planting on the rug. The squirming of Vink as the Hopling's enormous shaft was forced into Culver's opening was unmistakable: the littlest brother was in Culver, but the largest brother was in Vink.

From off to the side Mason chuckled anew. The Human hazarded him a glance and saw that he was still shoulder-to-shoulder with Sterling, but the Rat's skilled tail had wrapped around the daddy Rabbit's shaft and was casually stroking it. Even with the stimulation, however, Mason was focused on his boys. "You two playin nice?"

Mace let out a throaty mrrr. "Yeah, Dad... rreeeaaaaaal nice."

Vink, on the other hand, only nodded in response, offering a terse, high pitched "Mmm hmm!"

The Human was thankful he'd braced himself when the largest brother gave a firm thrust; in that moment Vink's hips surged forward in response and Culver shuddered as he heard the squelch accompanying the sensation of large amounts of Hopling cum being displaced by a larger amount of Hopling flesh. Mace didn't provide either of them any real time to get used to the situation as he began a steady, fairly quick-paced thrusting, humping into his smaller brother and thereby impaling Culver at the same time with Vink's ample shaft.

The little one, mercilessly stimulated from both sides, did not last long. "M-Mace... I-- I'm..." He got no further in his declaration.

Yowling out as his little paws gripped down on either side of Culver's hips, Vink squirmed, spasmed, and ultimately convulsed, small body straining between the Human and his larger brother; a moment later the flood gates opened and Culver groaned, a sea of semen spraying into him with as much force as anything the Human had experienced from a hard up Varken... and almost as copious. Despite Vink getting off, however, Mace wasn't done, and the largest brother continued to slam into his sibling and, by proxy, into Culver.

All of the Hopling kits were quick to find release but the sheer number of ejaculations and partners was starting to have an effect on Culver, and he found himself drawing ever closer to his own orgasm. Suddenly, however, the monstrous cock was pulled from him, leaving him desperately wanting more. Thankfully, setting aside Vink, Mace was there to pick up the slack. Looming over him (as much as a Hopling several centimetres shorter than him could), the largest of the sons wasted no time, hilting himself in a single thrust and creating a sloppy squelch when his furry sac slapped Culver's cum-covered testicles. "So, Toy... Think I could get you to come without touching your cock?"

Shivering, the Human could only get his lust-roiled mind to come up with one possible answer. "Let's... find out."

Both of of the middle-sized Hopling youths had taken their turns with Culver using speed and enthusiasm; Mace was no exception, but he also added strength to the mix. Each of his brothers had been chisels, quickly and vigorously chipping away at him but Mace, almost as well-built as his father, was a demolishing team, twenty sledge hammers pounding away one after another until his defenses collapsed. In scarcely a minute, Culver gave in, releasing a raspy groan as the largest of the three sons drove him over the edge, bearing down on him with a strength-infused rutting the likes of which the young man had never before experienced.

One hand gripping the leg of a small end table and the other clawed at the rug beneath him, Culver felt used... so deliciously used. His whole body ached, filled to overflowing with Hopling semen, but no less overfilled were his own testicles, demanding that they be relieved... and they were. Crying out, the Human felt dizzy as his body gave in, releasing spurt after spurt of his seed onto the floor, each one timed perfectly with one of Mace's thrusts as the Rabbit teen bore down into him, driving him onward and prolonging his ejaculations, almost as if the Hopling were trying to fuck every last drop out of him. Then, one thrust later, just as Culver was finishing, Mace began filling him up anew.

The largest of the Hopling boys was strong like his father but, in all ways in which Mason was firm-but-purposeful Mace was full-on-powerful; in very way the dad Rabbit was skilled and particular the son was unbridled eagerness. There was an artistry in Mason's performance but Mace's was raw execution. Culver's head spun even as the Rabbit fucking him groaned out through his ejaculation; the young man's hole had long-since passed overflowing and he felt Hopling semen dribble along his taint, coat his sack, cascade down his thighs, and all over the floor.

He honestly didn't know how much of Mace's got inside of him, or if it was all rejected due to no more space. It mattered little in the scheme of things, he realized; father or sons, it all came from a single family and there was so much of it Culver almost started to feel as much Hopling as Human. Then, just as his nonsensical thoughts started to wind down, he felt one more flex of the ample member inside of him and then, with an unceremonious pop, Mace pulled back with a contented sigh. "Damn... he milked me good. Redd... Hiral... you ready for another round?"

The two middle brothers, standing just off to the side, paws all over one anothers' bodies, cocks rock-hard, didn't bother saying a word-- they both nodded eagerly and stepped in once Mace cleared the way. And so it went for another hour... or was it two? Culver lost count, but he didn't mind. Each of the kits were, in and of themselves, nigh inexhaustible and, during the rare occurrence in which they did need a breather, there were more than enough other brothers to step in and fill any available slot-- literally. Vink even came out of his shell and took a turn with Culver solo-- the Human came a second time from that one.

At some point just as the sun was staring to dawn the boys retired for the morning but both Mason and Sterling were still up... in more ways that one. The Rat took Culver's mouth while the Rabbit dad returned to his place of honor behind the Human. The Rakken started right away, but Culver was surprised when the Hoppling cleared his workspace... with his tongue.

So caught up in the sensation of the mature man's skilled ministrations, the young man gave over to the Hoppling, not caring in the least that the Rabbit was eating him out after his own sons had deposited their loads; he didn't care that the measly amount of cleaning would do nothing to take care of his thighs, knees, and ankles, which were thoroughly covered in Hoppling spunk; he didn't care about anything, except the Rat cock in his mouth, and the anticipation of having Mason's thick slap of dad meat in his ass.

The Rabbit didn't leave him waiting long.

* * * * * *

Morning consisted of bleary vision and pain... lots of pain-- but not in an unpleasant way. Culver ached all over and, as he sat up on the dilapidated sofa, the replayed events of the prior night and early morning began to seep back into his mind. After the boys had gone off to bed Sterling and Mason double-teamed him twice, and each had him all to themselves once. The Rakken claimed him last, making quick use of his ass, as was their custom.

The Rat claimed it was because he was only looking after Culver; Sterling had said on multiple occasions that Rakken semen could help assure that no man would ever get pregnant. Culver used to call him out on the blatant lie, but the Rat would ardently point to the proof that no man he fucked ever got pregnant after his intervention. It was a silly statement, but, despite how illogical, it was, nevertheless true; like Sterling's gray-or-silver fur, it all depended on how you looked at it.

He was pulled from his thoughts by the sound of chairs moving and forks touching plates behind him, followed by a voice speaking up; Culver recognized it as Hiral, the smaller of the two mid-sized kits. "Looks like the Humme is up... man, they DO sleep in, don't they?"

Mace's voice, surprisingly deep for a creature generally considered much smaller than Humans cut through the laughter. "Hey... you only fucked, what-- eight times? Give the Humme a break-- he got 'gotten' like... forty, or something."

Redd, the other middle brother countered. "I bet I could fuck forty times and still get up on time."

Hiral was quick to counter. "Says you! I think even Vink came more times last night than you did, R. What'd YOU manage... five?"

The sound of furrred paw striking furred shoulder identified a certain physicality to the argument. "Eight. Same as you, string-bean ears."

Mason's authoritative tone cut right through the youthful jockying. "Shut it all of you. No fighting at the table."

Despite the argument being limited to just a portion of the youths, Culver heard four voices simultaneously acknowledge the statement. "Sorry, Dad."

As if the very next logical topic, the mature Rabbit's next sentence included the Human. "You joining us for breakfast, Lordling?"

The young man winced inwardly at the title; beast folk generally referred to Humans with the honorific 'Lord' or 'Lady', and those younger than themselves as 'Lordling' for both sexes. Culver hated the term. Standing up, he replaced his frown before turning around, pausing when he realized he was still naked. "Oh-- um..."

Vink pointed. "Dad had us wash your clothes for you. They're right there."

So many thoughts ran through Culver's mind; if they washed his clothes then they'd probably been awake awhile, right? Were they really inviting him to breakfast? Were they so casual about having a complete stranger in their home? What would a Hoppling breakfast be, especially if they were poor like other beast folk? Where was Sterling? In the end, he went with none of those question, and chose instead to get dressed. "...thanks."

His clothing was of nice enough quality that there were several steps required to dress properly, and discussion at the table continued at pace without him. Eventually the topic came back around to one-upsmanship and Hiral addressed him. "Hey-- Humme... did Redd really screw you eight times last night?"

Culver didn't have much experience with 'the day after' scenarios with clients; he wasn't sure he'd be able to handle small talk. "Um... I... lost count."

Redd wasn't quite so hesitant. "I'm telling you, H, it was eight. Same as you. I got heads twice, tails twice, each of his hands once... I came on his face too..."

Hiral objected. "That's seven. If you're as good at fucking as you are at counting then it's no wonder you-- OW!"

Mason's commanding tone cut right back in. "Both of you are excused from the table. Put down your forks and go straighten up your room. You can come back when you're ready to behave."

Two voices spoke spontaneously "Yes, Dad."

Once the two trudged off toward the single side-door to the room the Dad Rabbit's attention once again went to Culver. "We have some extra honey cakes here... made em myself if you're hungry, Lordling."

Culver was ready to turn him down, realizing that making an escape would probably be better than drawing things out but, at that very moment, his stomach growled. Mace, who had, until that moment, remained silent, spoke up. "See that? Spent so much time putting it into him that we really took it outta him. No way we can let him leave without breakfast!"

The largest of the sons laughed at his own joke, slamming a meaty paw down palm first onto the table with a loud smack. Mason, rather they say anything further, gestured to a single chair situated at a vacated side of the table which had, until moments earlier, been occupied by the two middle sons. Mason sat at the head of the table while Mace sat to his right, and to the largest son's right was Vink. With no excuse forthcoming, Culver resigned himself to an awkward breakfast and took a seat at the side of the table to Mason's left. Even as the Human sat himself down, the dad Rabbit loaded up the young man's plate with two saucer-shaped pieces of bread; they didn't really look much like cakes.

Vink spoke up from the other side of the table. "Those are how we eat honey cakes... they aren't layered like the high born have them... and they're cooked in a pan and not an oven."

Mace nodded, stuffing half of one into his muzzle in one go. He chewed three times, then one of his cheeks puffed out with the food so he could speak around it. "Yeah... fey'ew pan-cakef... weawy good..."

Mason stated in a matter-of-fact tone. "Don't speak with your muzzle full, M."

The largest son swallowed. "Sorry, Dad."

Vink's quiet voice peeped up "They're all just showing off for you, Mr. Human. Usually everyone is really well behaved."

Something about the statement, whether it was 'Mr. Human', or the comment about his brothers misbehaving just because of him was so over the top that Culver couldn't help but laugh. By the time he was done the ice was broken, and he was actually able to eat, just comfortable enough that it wasn't entirely awkward.

The conversation at the table was casual-- a far cry from what meals at his own household were. At some point Hiral and Redd rejoined the table and the discussion only grew. Culver lost track of everything that was talked about. Most of it didn't make much sense or serve any real point; they were covering things they hoped would happen in the day, or plans for the following day, or recalling family events that, as they were shared gave Culver an actual pang of jealousy. He also found himself smiling.

Before he knew it, the awkward chore of avoiding being rude by declining breakfast turned into regret that it had come to an end. The four sons were off to their various activities and Mason gave all of them a fond farewell hug and a kiss on the forehead. Ultimately he turned to regard Culver. "So, Lordling... it's light out so I doubt anyone'll give you any trouble on the street, but I'm heading toward 'north town'-- if that's the way you're going I'd be happy to escort you for as long as we're taking the same road."

It was a casual, non-commitment offer and, despite Culver's earlier intent on getting away as quickly as possible, something about the calming, good natured tone and attitude from the mature Rabbit kept the Human from saying no. In fact, he found himself eagerly wanting to say yes, but he managed to play it cool. "I would be okay with that."

The talk from breakfast, surprisingly, carried over to their stroll. Mason was free with information about him and his family, even after Culver made the mistake of asking about the boys' mother who, he found out after his ill-conceived question was answered, had died nearly a decade past. The young man found himself tripping over follow up questions and apologies but, once again, Mason managed to bring things back to a more comfortable feel with a gracious "I miss her dearly, but I still have my boys, and for that I'm blessed."

Culver was able to acknowledge that. "You DO seem to really love them a lot."

His statement earned him a firm slap on the back from the Hoppling. "Well of course! What kinda dad would I be if I didn't love my sons?"

The Human couldn't argue with that but, then again, he also saw just how evident it was with the Rabbit household; unlike his own father, Mason was just so much more... fatherly? Involved? Present? Caring? In the end, that sting of jealousy struck again; in truth, compared to his own father, Culver just found Mason to be more. Period. "I think you're a really great dad, Mr. Mason."

The Rabbit full on belly laughed at that and continued doing so for the better part of a block. "The night's over, Lordling... no need to keep saying all the right things... and it's not 'Mister'... just Mason. Mason Stonesmith."

Despite the night being over, a dirty little thrill ran up Culver's spine; only the lowborns took their occupation as a last night, and the young man relished every chance he could to sleep with a beast folk Cartwright or Yeowman or Hauler or Stableman or Dockhand; Stonesmith was just one more success. Pushing the thought out of his head, the Human realized that they were rapidly approaching his home. "Didn't you say we were only going to be walking together until our paths diverged? You ended up escorting me the whole way-- this is me up ahead."

Mason nodded. "Oh? Well how 'bout that? Guess I must be working for one of yer neighbors... guess you don't want me to know which one is yers, do ya?"

That was very much the case, and Culver was thinking about the best way to disengage when he lost the opportunity. Henry, one of his father's courtiers noticed him. "Young Master Holbrand! There you are!"

The loud announcement was an immediate slap across the face for Culver, a stark reminder why he never lingered with a client. What happened next, however, doubled-down on the horror. Mason looked his way, large ears up and facing him. "Holbrand? CULVER Holbrand?"

Henry didn't provide him a chance to respond. "Ah... Mister Stonesmith... so good to see you... and on time, as always."

Culver did a double-take, turning fully to regard the Rabbit, some small voice in his mind chiding him for never having taken any interest in any of his dad's business dealings. "You're working for my dad?!?"

Once again, Henry didn't give any opportunities for cross-discussion, answering on the Hopling's behalf. "Mister Stonesmith has been in your father's employ on and off for years... in fact, his wife was your caretaker during the first two years of your life, and he remains employed as a contracted skilled stonemason when your father has need."

The only thing which would have made the moment worse would have been if Henry had asked why the two were traveling together but, thank the gods, the courtier had far too much sense to ask personal questions, and so the embarrassment level remained at 'only' unbearable. Mason, however, seemed entirely unphased, remaining composed and unshaken. "Always glad to be a service, Lord Henry. Please lead the way." He paused, looking back to the young man, inclining his head courteously. "Been a pleasure meeting you, Master Culver."

Culver's brain bounced the word 'meeting' and 'meating' back and forth until he silenced his mind with violent self-reproach. What the hell was he thinking? Worse: why was he still thinking it? He watched the Rabbit follow off after Henry, eyes still locked onto the way Mason's muscles corded and stretched beneath his fine, velvety fur and the memories of what that body could do. He growled at his own helplessness. "Oh fuck me..."

* * * * * *

Although it was late morning when Culver had arrived home it wasn't until early afternoon that he was summoned by his father. Ornasys Holbrand, head of the Holbrand household and, in fact, their entire musical instrument crafting business always considered family an afterthought, and it had taken hours before Culver had been summoned to account for his absence the prior night. The young man nodded his way through his father's reprimand, especially when it came to the discussion of being out in the beast quarter with his so-called friends.

His father then further reminded him that what he did weighed on the family's name and that he needed to surround himself with more reputable associates. Culver continued to nod, offering plenty of meaningless agreement and non-committal words of placation. His father's record was about forty minutes of telling him off but he usually spared no more than twenty since he considered time with his son a poor expenditure. Fortunately, the whole affair was interrupted... by Henry... introducing Mason.

After being announced, the Hopling made his way into the sitting hall, offering a half-way decent bow and saying only "Lord Holbrand."

Culver stood passively, waiting to see if his father would continue telling him what a bad representation of the family he was, or address the Rabbit. As it turned out, he did both. "Ah, Mr. Stonewright. I was just finishing up with my failure of a son. So good of you to bring me something more worthwhile to discuss."

The young man wasn't sure whether the wilt of Mason's ear was due to the obvious displeasure in Ornasys' tone or because something the man had said rubbed him the wrong way but, regardless, the Rabbit responded without batting an eye. "Always happy to be of service, your Lordship. I wanted to let you know that the garden wall is back in shape and I was gonna bring one or two of my boys along tomorrow to help work on the bathroom like you wanted."

Once again, Culver's father wasted no time conducting business AND busting his son's chops in one go. "Most excellent, Mason. I wish my lazy son could learn something from a family with work ethic such as yours... maybe I should have him sit in and watch boys who would actually lift a finger to help and take the time to learn their father's trade."

Henry, despite usually not taking sides, apparently chose that afternoon as a time to be 'helpful'. "Sir... perhaps you may assign Culver to show Mr. Stonewright to the chamber in question so that this fine craftsman will have no difficulty finding it when he returns on the morrow."

Culver had never really had a positive relationship with Henry and the man knew, more than anything, what Culver hated more than anything else: errands. It also didn't help that his father usually listed to Henry. "That sounds like an excellent idea. Culver... show Mason to the bathroom and help him with any questions. I expect you to be on your best behavior."

The sudden awkwardness got a thousand fold worse; the very same Rabbit who had rutted him like a Doe in season less than twelve hours prior turned out to be one of his father's contracted employees, and he was going to be interacting with him in a formal, business-like capacity. It was one of his worst possible fears-- or would have been had he ever perceived a situation such as that even remotely possible. It didn't, however, turn out to be quite as bad as he'd presumed.

Two minutes later, Culver was leaned over the wash basin in the bathroom, looking at the reflection of a slut's needy face and the Rabbit daddy behind him giving him everything he could want. Perhaps he had it all wrong; he'd long since understood that there was a benefit of mixing business and pleasure, but he was starting to learn that-- he honestly couldn't come up with a witty moral; he was too busy enjoying being fucked senseless by his dad's low-born laborer.