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The grip on Jesam's collar softened as his most recent patron sat back with a relieved sigh and, as per prior instruction, the fox sat up, pressed his paws against the male's thighs spread underneath him, and lifted slowly, indulgently up. The sensation of this equine shaft slipping out from deep inside of him, little contours and veins and bumps and then - he gasped as the medial ring slid free - everything else pulling along the slick, smooth inner walls of his sex, full flare now tugging out at his lips from inside, pulling up, holding there... and then popping free, with what certainly had to be most of the stallion's load gushing out and across the front of the seat.

Legs shaky, ears splayed, heart pounding in his chest, Jesam covered his mouth with a paw - it smelled richly of musk and sex, both his own and that of everyone else who had taken advantage of the free use offer advertised from a sign hanging off his collar - and gave a little giggle, mostly for show. "Oops," he crooned, and leaned forward with his paws on his knees, tail up: looking over his shoulder he saw both the thoroughly trained horse as well as the audience that had gathered to watch, appreciative of the display.

"Thanks for your service," he said, and let his muscles relax just a little bit further. This drew a murmur of interest from the crowd as well as a distinct tickle beneath his tail, as this fresh load trickled a little further out from inside of him while a little drip of at least two of his past visitors oozed from his tailhole as well, warm slickness sticking to the soft skin and fur there. "Remember to leave your tips - the _monetary_ones - the jar up by the bar. Feel free to come back for seconds later, though."

On his way into the next room he flipped the sign up, peeled the marker from where he had taped it to the back, and added another tally to the several already in place there in the corner. Serving a party like this was hard work, but luckily with the proper vetting and preparation, it was the crowd itself that took care of him: seven times tonight he had been offered a bottle of water (unopened, he had noticed) to stay on top of his hydration, and more often than not someone pulled him aside just to offer words of encouragement or appreciation, or in a few cases, queries about how to get started in the business themselves.

So he had given what answers he could, bolstered by the support and interest. Then of course there were those who opened with small talk, then throughout the conversation thought they were sneaky in undoing their pants fly. The look their faces when Jesam reached forward to take hold of whatever it was between their legs was almost as much fun as giving them what they wanted.

There was that fox who had knotted his own sheath and gotten stuck like that, hips thrusting as he unloaded some rather impressive ropes into the back of Jesam's throat; then that older wolfess whose plump, wet spade - she had apparently already had someone of her own - filled up the entirety of his palm, as well as his mouth; then the dragon who wanted his slit fingered using the loads previously dumped into the service fox as lube; and then-

-a pair of paws cupping his rump from behind, fingers squishing, squeezing into soft fur and softer flesh, lifting up the plush heft, giving the kind of spread that made him clench back in reflex against another attempt from those gathered loads at sneaking out. The fox gasped and yipped, though remembered to keep his tail hiked a half-second later.

"Hey, hey," he cooed over his shoulder, and widened his stance a bit. A slim, sleek otter who must have lost his shirt somewhere across the room looked up from his well-used pucker, then grinned with ineffable warmth. "Not even a 'hello'? No offer to buy me a drink?"

The otter giggled. "Sorry," he said. "Hello. May I-?"

Jesam flipped the sign so that he could see it. Free use! No, you don't have to ask! (Almost) No limits!

And then to Jesam's surprise, this visitor was the one to drop to his knees there behind him, and gave a surprisingly insistent push to the fox's rump. He wobbled in place, reached out for the nearby wall, found it, then leaned in - and slid back, pushing his rear close to the male's muzzle.

There was the sensation of breath against the base of his tail, the otter having moved his paws so that his thumbs now reached in against the rim of Jesam's tailhole. Soft pads ran back and forth over the overlapping wrinkles there, the ring of muscle quite easily parting at the slightest touch and tug; still on reflex he clenched again, not wanting to release all of the loads he had so thoroughly collected over the course of the night - but then relaxed when that breath strengthened and led to a nose, then a pair of lips first bunching against his pucker, then spreading apart and around it.

"Oh," the fox murmured, and smushed his muzzle sideways against the wall. "Oh, my..."

This was a new one for the night. As it was his task to go along with whatever his users wanted, Jesam repositioned himself against the wall, lifted his tail a little higher, and pushed back against the otter's muzzle, now feeling his nose slide up underneath his tail and his chin against him as he worked there, tongue flicking out, slurping up, dragging across, swirling back, again and again. Then it poked in at the center, pressed a little further, a little more - and despite himself, then he again relaxed, let that tongue in...

...and felt the otter start to suckle at his tailhole, gradually drawing out the thick, sticky seed of so many other of the partygoers kept there within Jesam's rump, thick tongue folding up inside of him again and again, delving easily past the stretched muscle. The fox gasped and squirmed against the wall there, claws scraping gently at the paint; when the otter finally pulled back, lips coming free with a soft pop, he felt his tailhole gape open, dribbling now with saliva instead of cum, and then flex in against itself again.

Then the otter held onto his hips for support to pull himself up, then continued forward with that paw around Jesam's waist and then down, fingers finding freshly slickened lips, the little nub of his clit buried beneath, a little bit further... once more the fox shuddered in delight against him.

"So," the otter purred, "how about that drink, then?"