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York's day off had not started well. The young engineer orca had looked forward to a whole day of relaxing, but so far he'd spent most of the time on the phone trying to get a hold of someone who could come to fix his television and his shower on a Saturday. He was feeling like both a dirty skin York and a TV-deprived orca as well, since he had intended to take one of his long, luxurious showers followed by a whole afternoon of watching football, with his old college team playing.

"Come on...come on..." the orca paced his living room impatiently. He'd had to do the desperate thing and dig out the the phonebook with its Yellow Pages in the hopes of finding someone who would do the repairs quickly and cheaply as well. At least the ad for the company he'd discovered and then phoned into was promising 'speedy service' and 'friendly personnel' who 'get the work done'. That was good enough for York whom had rung the place and now simply listened for the telltale noise of a car pulling out on the driveway and signalling that someone was finally there.

"DING-DONG!"

"Yay!" the orca's tail fin flip-flopped happily behind him when THE SIGN was finally given.

York hurried to the door and opened it - and did not find what he had expected, really.

"Someone here need a hand?" spoke a red-scaled dragon, standing on the doorway with a big smirk on his muzzle.

That's not where the extra...friendliness stopped when it came to the man on York's doorstep. He was quite tall, well-muscled, and the only piece of apparel he wore besides an oiled leather tool belt was a pair of blue speedo underwear that was adorned with a rather curious logo on the front that said 'HUMP!' in blue lettering. He had a tool kit in one hand as well, and looked curiously at the orca awaiting on the interior. Behind him on the driveway, a station wagon sat, with the text "SPEED-O REPAIR SERVICE - FRIENDLY REPAIRS!" along with the number York had phoned to call the repairman in the first place.

"Eh...you the...repair guy?" York asked.

"I'm a guy!" the red dragon grinned. "The name's Scott! Shall we get to it right away?"

York swallowed. He had definitely not expected such a bold...character to find his way over to his doorstep.

"So...eh...there's something wrong with the television..."

The dragon shook his head.

"Sorry, not qualified for electrics, me," the man said," but I do hear that you've got a shower that needs to be fixed? I'll take a look at that before the electronics repairman arrives. You won't be charged for anything but the time, not for two separate visits, I hope that's a sweet deal?"

"Eh..." York muttered. He was having trouble concentrating on anything but the sight of the dragon's big bulge that filled the front of his speedo underwear.

"I'm sure I'll find the way!" the grinning dragon said, stepping into the house somewhat uninvited.

"Okay..."

York followed the dragon with his eyes, from the buff shoulders to the sight of his bare back flexing, and of course, how the dragon's red-cheeked buns were an especially delicious sight, in their skimpy garments as well as adorned by that long, swinging tail.

"I bet it's this way!" the dragon announced.

"Yeah, just....through the...that door, yeah..."

The dragon disappeared into the orca's bedroom, trailed by the curious York who wondered just what kind of a repairman this was. Speed-y indeed...and Speed-o as well? That, too, it appeared.

"WHAT SEEMS TO BE THE MAIN PROBLEM?" York was still crossing the bedroom when the dragon's voice trilled out of the en suite bedroom.

He ducked into the white-tiled room to find the dragon inspecting his shower unit curiously. He flashed a broad smile for York when the orca finally arrived into the room.

"I went in to have a shower but only a trickle of water came out, no matter what I did," York replied to the question, "can't shower with that, and it was cold too."

"Tsk," the dragon clicked his tongue, "sounds pretty common..."

The repair-dragon took a spanner from his tool belt and tapped the pipe running along the wall with it, to make a clanking noise that echoed off the tiled walls.

"Do you think it's a serious problem?" York asked.

"I doubt it," the dragon chuckled, "these things happen sometimes...sounds like there's some air in the system...let's see...yes..."

"Should I close the water mains or something?" the orca questioned. "I don't want to start a flood here."

"Pfft, a splash of water in the bathroom never harmed anyone!" the dragon declared. "This just needs a little bit of an adjustment I think...gotta crank it to release all that excess pressure, y'know..."

York felt his boner grow in his sweatpants and hoped that the dragon would be too busy with the repairs to notice such a thing happening within the orca's clothing. He didn't want to come off as a total perv, although York did think that the repair guy was kinda asking for it, if he happened to prance about to someone's place wearing only a piece of what could only be called underwear on him. The sight of those speedos riding up to the dragon's ass crack was incredibly sexy, and dirty, while he poked around on the pipes with his wrench. His muscled arms seemed to ripple with his movements as well, and told that he must've hit the gym quite regularly to keep up such a body.

"...hmmm...hmmm..." trill-rumbled the dragon. He sounded quite happy with his work, and the onlooker certainly found nothing to complain about the...techniques employed, even if it was kinda noisy, with a lot of banging and twisting.

"Do you need me for anything?" York asked vaguely. He kinda hoped that he be asked to stay...though being excused from the bathroom would also help with hiding the boner that was threatening to burst out of his sweatpants.

"Hah, you can go if you're busy!" the dragon snickered. "But this won't take very long all told, you can get back to showering and anything else that needs to be...done."

"Ahem..." the orca honked.

"Just...a little more..."

The dragon tightened a bolt and suddenly a splutter of air and a little bit of water came out of the showerhead above him. He ducked out of the way swiftly, but still managed to get some of his scales sprayed and shiny by the time he was out of the orca's shower.

"Well there we go...!" the dragon sounded victorious. "And didn't take long at all!"

"Is it done?" York asked.

"Oh let's see!" the drake replied. The repair guy reached for the shower control knob and turned, after which a proper stream of water came out of the showerhead. The dragon held his hand underneath it, and let the water run through his fingers while his smile widened. "Oh feels great...though I think it needs another test done."

"What would that be?" stated the orca.

The dragon's trill was accompanied by the swoosh of the water from the showerhead. His hands fell to the buckle holding his toolbelt onto his hips, and a swift move caused it to be opened and the belt was dropped to the bathroom carpet.

"I don't want to get this wet when I test the shower," the dragon winked.

York ogled openly now, how the dragon turned about, his butt wriggling about extremely teasingly while he stepped into the shower and was engulfed in the warm, running water. The newly wet speedos immediately clung even more tightly onto his rear. York thought his own cock was going to spooge into his pants from that sight, and hurried to adjust himself when he hoped the dragon wouldn't see.

"Eh...looks like it's working alright," the flushing orca mumbled.

The red dragon rubbed his hands over his chest and had a huge smile on his lips when he turned to look at the orca. The bulge on the front of his speedos was equally large.

"And room for two here, I see...very nifty of you, orca-dude..." said the dragon.

York lost it at that moment. If the dragon really knew what he was doing with all that teasing, he better be ready to take the consequences as well.

"Yeah..." the orca said.

York pulled his T-shirt down quickly, where that, and his sweatpants and boxers quickly joined the way on the bathroom carpet. His huge erection sprang into sight, and he could see that the dragon smiled appropriately upon its coming into view.

"Nice!" the dragon said. "And hot..."

York stepped forward and into the shower, to join the dragon under the rushing warm water. He wasted no time when he put his arms around the dragon's waist and pulled on him so that his big bare orcacock slapped against the drake's buns, with only the slippery fabric between them. York honked with pleasure and licked over the rumbling dragon's neck.

"Damn you're sexy," the orca mumbled, somewhat cheesily, he knew, but it was worth saying, "and wherever you got the idea to do near naked DIY...I fucking approve!"

"Hmmm...but I'm a professional" murmured the dragon, whom happily accepted the orca's groping hands and the humping cock on his butt, "...oh that's right..."

York's hand moved over the dragon's toned abs and then grabbed the bulge on the front of the speedos that already looked like they might be in danger of slipping away from the sheer filling they got. The cock he felt was very hard and warm, and alive, in his grip.

"Hmmphh..." the orca breathed out, with satisfaction at the knowledge that his surprise partner was well hung, even if he had particular plans about the scaley's round muscle-rump he'd been admiring from the first moment he laid his eyes on it.

"Oh that feels good," the dragon trilled, and humped into the orca's hand," you've got strong hands..."

"You got a sweet ass," York grinned dirtily with his remark.

The dragon wriggled his rear onto the orca's lap and grinned crookedly while looking over his shoulder, water running over his snout.

"You wanna tap it?" he swung his tail against the orca's naked legs.

York grabbed the orca's beefy hips on their side and ground himself even further onto the slippery, almost rubber-like fabric.

"Bet you know all about taps," the orca drawled, "it's sexy..."

The orca's thumbs folded the boy butt in front of him and he let out another pleased honk.

"And fun to play with..." he huffed.

"Well you do whatever you like with it...it can take anything you've got..." the dragon teased, tongue lolling between his lips and all.

"Oh I think I do..." York muttered. He gripped one of the ass cheeks hard and squeezed it, much to the dragon's delight. "Gotta lose these first..."

York didn't wait for the red drake's assistance, but instead used his own hands to slip them down over the scaled buns, and then all the way to his large footpaws, swimming in the water. The dragon stepped out of them, while his tail flicked playfully about.

"Oh...that feels sexy..."

York's hands pulled the dragon's ass cheeks apart and he dipped his snout underneath the drake's tail, to get to the prize that awaited there, as a fleshy dimple between the scaly buns. Water dribbled down along the base of the dragon's tail, but the addition of York's own smoothly skinned head meant that the contact between their bodies became mostly wet from his own saliva, deposited there by an eagerly slipping tongue.

"Aaahyes..." trilled the dragon," eat my ass, sexy guy..."

York's hands toyed with the drake's ass all the while he drilled his tongue against the fleshy pucker rippling under the slimy attention of such an eager killer whale rimmer. The orca got a taste for ass and showed it too, with his soft trilling while he played with the red, scaly butt to his heart's content.

"Oh...it's so big...!" the dragon sounded delighted at the size of the tongue slurping away on his rump.

"Hmpppph," muttered York.

It was exactly what he wanted to hear, and it only encouraged him to intensify the playful roll of his slightly grooved tongue against the pliant, softly scaled hairless opening. It flexed rhythmically under the orca's teasing, drooling lips, intending on making the dragon extra receptive for the hard orcacock drooping dangerously from the killer whale's groin. The drake pushed his ass onto the wet contact between them and wriggled his ass even more onto the happily honking orca's maw.

"Oooohhhhh...it tickles...and feels so goooood..." mumbled the dragon whose own cock stood proud and throbbed under the water flowing over his body. His hands were too busy pressing flat against the tiled wall of the shower to keep himself upright and to get some extra leverage for the rub of his butt to the orca's tongue.

"Hmmmrm..." York sounded like he was agreeing.

"Aaahh...hm... oh yes..."

The orca could've eaten ass for much longer still, but his cock demanded a crack at the hot piece of tail that'd wandered through his front door just when his day seemed to have become one of endless living hell.

He got up, enjoying the water running over his smooth, muscled body almost as much as the sight of the wanton, spread us in front of him, and slapped his dick into the valley between the dragon's scaly buns.

"Time to do some butting..." York announced.

"Hmmm...yeah...do it..." the dragon grinned.

He wriggled and braced himself, a move that was more than needed when the orca grabbed his hips properly and began to push his cock up the red drake's spit-lubed rump.

"Ohhhhhhh..." the scaley trilled at the sensation of the hot pressure on his opening," that's a big...ohhhh....!!!"

The drake's well-worn butthole yawned and opened to accept the intrusion of the orca's stout dick. He let out a surprised gasp when the orca slid in through the spasming ring-muscle and into the very warm, receptive tunnel beyond.

"Hhmmmm..." York moaned approvingly against the dragon's shoulder.

His draconian partner had no chance but to keep himself bracing against the shower walls. York kept a firm hold of his hips and immediately went into thrusting through the tight grip of the red-scaled rump that caressed his meat so deliciously. Their bodies slapped together loudly, and with wet, rude squelches caused by the water that covered their bodies in a constant rush along them.. The noise was almost as erotic as the dragon's sexually rapt moans and trills and the orca's own occasional honks that echoed off the walls of the bathroom.

The orca was obviously very much pent up, and kept nothing back. The red dragon arched his back and pushed his ass to meet the rough thrusts of the killer whale pounding his butt with all he got. York's well-honed muscles were truly put into good use at it, too, plundering the once-tight hole with glee. It'd been way too long since he'd gotten such good laid, and the dragon certainly knew how to take it even from a horny water lover who wanted nothing more than to fuck an ass as hard as he could.

"Uhh yeah, just like that, make it sore when you're done!" the dragon drawled dirtily while he got ploughed. "Comeoooonnnn..."

"Pffffhhhhh!" York's own tail flip-flopped wetly against the walls while he kicked in a higher gear and truly mauled the butt that was pushed so eagerly towards his groin with every hard thrust that fell on his rump.

"Uuuh, yeah, right there..."

He slammed it in to the limit and ground his hips against the dragon's rump. York did not intend to pull back while he felt the delicious contractions start, and he was finally there, shooting his thick cream into the dragon's ass.

"Aaahhyeahhhhh..." the drake threw his head back in joy at the feeling of the heat pulsing into him from the strongly twitching cock.

York's face was but a mask of mad pleasure while he continued cumming and cumming. It felt like there would be no end to it, the flow of hot spunk from his balls into the dragon's remarkably receptive opening that swallowed everything he got.

"Hhmmmmmmm..." the orca was soon churring happily away.

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Tom the tiger noticed that the other Speed-O service fan was already sitting on the driveway by the time he pulled his own car in and jumped out to the brilliant sunlight, all white and black striped fur and indeed, a very revealing red pair of red speedo underwear that could only barely be called apparel. The muscled white tiger's hips swayed as much as the tools on his utility belt. while he headed out to the steps of the house. Tom noticed, much to his curiosity, as he lifted his paw to hit the doorbell and prepared to announce himself in the friendly fashion his company wanted to be known for, that the front door was slightly open.

"Hmmm..." mused the white tiger to himself, his tail swinging behind his taut rump, "alright..."

The tiger opened the door fully and ducked his head in, to look about the empty living room.

"Hellloooo?" Tom called out. "Speed-O Repair Service!"

It took a moment before the tiger got his answer.

"Come on right in! I'm just in the...shower! Be right with ya! You can start on the TV!" came a muffled voice from another part of the house.

"Oh, okay!" the tiger hollered out, as cheerfully as possible.

He'd already spotted the TV when he'd peeped into the house, and it took him not more than a few steps to reach the high end set. There was big screen TV, subwoofer, X-Box, DVD player, all the goodies he could see, though the TV was stubbornly dark.

Tom began by tapping the ON/OFF switch, although that did nothing, as predicted. Nobody was quite that stupid, though he had once been called to fix a TV where the problem was that the remote controller had run out of batteries. That didn't seem to be the problem in this particular case.

"Hmmm..."

He bent over to peer behind the entire setup, to get a good look at what went on down there. Tom saw a myriad of cables coiling away from the electronics and towards a large, black, somewhat dusty power strip where they all plugged into. The switch on the end of it was of the type that lit up when it was turned on, and right now it was dark.

"No way..." Tom muttered. Could it really be...

The tiger hit the switch and instantly there was a series of electric pops, crackles and a burst of an overly enthusiastic TV announcer saying that Pawn Stars was going to start "RRRRRIIIIGHT NOW!" Tom's ears flipped down automatically at the suddenly loud noise. He needed the remote quickly, to turn it down and -

"Looking for this?"

An orca was standing there, naked, with a reddish boner, his skin shiny with water and holding the black super sized remote controller in his hand. Next to him stood a very much aroused, red-scaled dragon with a stupid grin over his muzzle.

"Heya Tom!" the red dragon giggled.

The tiger looked taken aback, though not displeased by the state of things, especially since a flick from the orca's finger turned the television off.

"I...eh...fixed the television," the tiger rumbled, "It seems that the power strip was turned off...sir."

Scott, the dragon, giggled, while York let out a churring honk.

"I think I forgot to look there because I was so angry," the orca chuckled.

"Eh...I guess that is a reasonable explanation," the tiger said.

"I think I'll have to make up for this," York mused.

He walked across the floor between, cock swinging on the way, before he grabbed the tiger's arms and plastered his lips all over those of the surprised tiger.

Tom the white tiger might've not exactly seen it coming, but he also did not pull back from the orca's eager kiss. It was quite hot, and very wet, too, with a big tongue exploring his lips while the orca's damp hands began to ruffle through the fur on Tom's neck and his buff arms.

"Ohhmmmrrr..." the white tiger purred.

"That's sexy!" the dragon chuckled. "Oh, and romantic...why didn't you kiss me first before you just shoved it up my butt?"

York tried to flap his tail fin at the dragon whom moved past him, to the other side of the tiger.

"Guess I'll have to find some other place to kiss..."

The nude dragon knelt onto the orca's soft carpet that served as more than enough of a padding for the scaley to get down and dirty. He grabbed the tiger's buns and fondled them while the feline was still swapping saliva with their orca employer. Scott even slipped a hand to grope at the tiger's boner through his speedo, at the same time as he nuzzled at the crack between the cat's ass cheeks. The little scrap of cloth didn't cover much and allowed him to sniff the buff young man's musk before he teased the repair guy even further by trying to literally kiss his as through the speedos.

York felt the tiger's purrs as a kind of a vibration against his own lips. It encouraged him to continue making out with the stranger and to move closer to him, too, so that he could start grinding his orca cock against the tiger's bulge.

"Hmm...convenient...." York rumbled into the kiss when they caught up for some air, "...sexy hunks delivered to the door..."

The tiger chuckled, even against the orca's lips, and returned the kiss eagerly. Behind him, his raunchy workmate slipped down the red speedos and exposed more of the striped rump into view. Just like the orca in the shower before, Scott too didn't waste much time with simply groping the nice ass that was one offer, he also wanted a taste.

"Hhmmmrrr..."

York could hear the increased purrs, and a naughty slurp of tongue, and knew that the tiger was getting his ass crack bathed by the dragon's long tongue. The cat's cock throbbed even harder against the orca's smooth, slick belly. He must've been really into having his butt eaten, York thought. It made him want to get into the fun, and slipped one hand down so that he could cop a feel of the said stripe-rump.

"Uhh!"

Ass spread open by the orca, Tom the tiger was exposed to the drake's long muzzle, gnawing at his somewhat sweaty pucker. Scott was obviously enjoying the taste, and used his very agile tongue to his advantage while he played with the tasty hole he'd discovered nestled in a patch of warm, musky fur. Sometimes the dragon was almost envious for all these fuzz-butts, on how the fur did a great job at preserving sexy scents. His nose was pleasantly buried into such fragrant fur while his tongue toyed with the now wet, clean, hot hole that he hoped would yield for his slippery play-toy and let him in.

"Hmmmmmmmm..."

"Hrrrr....."

"Hmmmmereererrr...."

Their sexed up noises filled the orca's living room, and it only added to the arousal they experienced, with their sweaty bodies rubbing together in happy congress.

"You're a great kisser," York told the tiger while he stroked his warm cheek," wonder if you can do something else with that muzzle too..."

"Hhmmmrr..." the tiger's eyelids fluttered, still very much distracted from having his rump eaten out.

"Come on, need something else checked out too..." York commented.

He pulled the tiger with him, walking backwards, the panting tiger walking with the speedos still around his ankles and forcing the dragon to follow on his knees, the striped butt unfortunately moving away and needing to chased over by the eagerly grinning scaley.

"Nooo you're not..." Scott giggled at the sight of the bouncing butt that eventually landed onto good playing distance and height by the time the orca sat down onto his couch and encouraged Tom the tiger's muzzle down onto his groin.

"Ohhmmmthat's right..." York commented, hand on the back of the tiger's neck while Tom began to suck on the orca's thick meat.

Scott crawled back into his previous place, now on all fours but still at a comfortable height to get his muzzle under the white tiger's tail. Tom's back curled luxuriously, the way cats' did, his head ducked down onto York's lap and his ass raised so that the drake could still toss the salad. The strong tongue buried itself onto the tiger's hole and made him purr onto the thick cock he was doing his best at fellating.

York's beefy thighs flexed and drove his dick into the tiger's maw, partially unsynchronized with the cat's own movements. It made for a more fun experience, in the smirking orca's mind, since the tiger had to keep slurping and trying to re-adjust the motion of his lips and tongue along the long spit-soaked pole.

"Bet I'm gonna need lots of repairs from now on..." York chuckled.

"Hmmmmrrr!" purred the tiger, enjoying warm meat in his muzzle.

More oral fun continued behind the black and white-furred cat as well. Scott twirled his tongue around his colleague's hole and made the puckered muscle dance under his wet touch. He knew exactly what he wanted, and to make the butthole as slick as possible was one step on the way towards that destination. The muscular tiger enjoyed the attention he was getting from both ends, and his own cock dripped pre-cum down to the orca's living room floor, untouched or not.

"Hhmmmm...keep using that tongue of yours..." spoke York, to which of the two sexy guys joining him in fun, uncertain, yet it applied to both of them equally well - if only because all the tiger's rimming-related moans of pleasure immediately transmitted themselves from the cat's rumbling throat into the orca's groin.

As much as Scott liked tonguing butt, he had bigger plans as well, and it involved slapping his own hard, ridged dick against the tiger's fluffy cheeks. Tom raised his tail obediently and flicked it to the side, even, while he wriggled his ass invitingly to caress the damp member resting upon his crevice.

"There you go...give him a good time, dragon dude!" York grinned to the scaly on the other end of the equation.

"Hmmm...yup," said Scott, as he aimed himself and began to bore his way in.

"HHmprprprprpp!" the tiger's throat seemed to go into an overdrive when the dragon's cock started to enter into his rump.

"Just keep sucking, bro," York told the tiger, whose eyes were crunched shut.

"Oh he's an old paw at this," Scott chuckled, hands groping at the tiger's rump and tugging on his tail, "don't need to worry if he can take it or not...hahah..."

The tiger was probably blushing indignantly at such a description, but he only contented himself with the double fun of sucking cock and getting one pumping into his rump as well. The dragon's ridged dick spread him open and caressed the sensitive folds of the tiger's insides constantly while the red scaley set up a fine rhythm of pounding into the repair cat's guts.

"I might test that end too..." York commented, looking at how the dragon humped the tiger's ass hard. "If he can take it that well..."

"Uh huh," trilled the dragon, happily pounding away.

The lucky tiger got double teamed for a few sweet sweaty minutes until it got too much for him. Neither of the two guys topping the cat saw it, really, but they could definitely smell the cum spraying to the orca's carpet and felt both the resulting moans and the clenching of the tiger's rear, caressing their cocks especially. York clenched his teeth together and rammed himself all the way into the tiger's muzzle and held him down while his own cock began to pulse and throb, shooting his cream right down Tom's throat.

"HMhphphpjpjp!"

"Oh he really likes that....hmmhhhhh..." grumbled Scott, "Gonna - "

The dragon continued to fuck the tiger even through his orgasm, shooting globs of seed that covered the walls of the cat's passage while he churned the increasing mess with his dribbling shaft.

"Nghhhhhh..." churred the orca.

"Pretty sexy boy isn't he?" said Scott.

Tom spat out the orca's cock. A trickle of cum and saliva drooled from his lips.

"I'm...uh...not a boy!" he announced.

York chuckled and ruffled the tiger's sweaty head furs.

"No, you're a sweet hunk with a nice muzzle," the orca grinned.

"Thanks," the tiger mewled.

Scott swatted the rumbling cat's butt and grinned even further.

"He really knows how to lay the pipes, too," he smirked.

"Thought you were the plumber," York winked.

Scott grinned.

"Occasionally," he said.

"So, say..." stated York, looking at the heavily breathing, sweaty pair, "either of you got any duct tape on your utility belts..."

They were all smiles at that comment.

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