The Sculptor

Dusting off his apron with a dignified, yet serene, look on his face, Isaiah set down his tools, taking a step back from the chunk of marble he was standing in front of. With a hand on his chin, the deer let his eyes run from the top to the bottom of the lump of stone, already beginning to make out the outline of the figure he was carving out of the chunk. Satisfied with the progress he was observing, the sculptor just stood there for a few moments longer, occasionally taking a step in one direction or the other, making sure to catch how the statue was coming along from all angles. Nearing middle age, the man's fur was starting to show the first few hints of his age, though the deer’s lush and soft brown coat still looked as handsome as ever, only made a tiny bit more stately by the occasional hint of grey in his fur. The artist's look was finished by a pair of modern glasses perched on his snout and a set of antlers branching off from his head, making him seem even taller than the lanky man already was, though still not imposing or threatening. Nodding with satisfaction at how his latest piece was coming along, Isaiah’s concentration was only broken by the ring of a little bell as the door to his humble shop opened. Leaving the backroom and stepping out into the front, appearing from behind the counter, the sculptor spotted a pair of canines walking into his shop, a male wolf and a female German shepherd, the man's arm draped over the lady's shoulders, a young couple,
“Hello, how may I help you?”
The woman looked around the shop for a moment, eyeing up the small statues and busts on shelves and tucked into the corners, a slightly shy look on her face as she finally opened her mouth, 
“Hello, I'm Maria, this is my husband David. We were hoping to get a custom piece done, a statue, for our 5th anniversary.”
Isaiah nodded, pulling out a small notepad from his pocket, jotting down a few words, 
“Certainly, that's something I can assist with.”
With an arm around his wife at all times, the wolf looked around at the statuettes, looking hesitant like he wanted to say something, until he finally gathered up the nerves, 
“So… we heard that you might be able to do some… more exotic… sorts of statues?”
Without even breaking his stride or lifting his eyes up from his notes, the deer nodded, 
“Yes, fully nude, erotic, that's all very doable. I keep most of the more lewd examples out in the back, since not all customers would enjoy seeing that sort of stuff. Would this be something you'd like?”
Maria giggled softly as she glanced over at her husband, 
“Yeah, we… well, we kind of heard the rumours, about the yard in the back. Is it true that kids really break in there, just to… do stuff with the statues?”
Still wearing the same, nonchalant and professional expression, Isaiah nodded once more, 
“I've seen some, yes. It doesn't particularly bother me personally, as long as they don't break the pieces. Some of my customers have even admitted to sneaking into the back just to get a look.”
David chuckled, nuzzling against his wife, 
“Well, we'd definitely like a piece like that, of the two of us.”
Clicking his pen, the deer tucked away his notes and motioned for the couple to follow, 
“Wonderful, we can get started straight away if you'd like. Please, come with me.”

Leading the canine pair with him, Isaiah walked into the back of his shop, to a workshop area, most of the open floor taken up by several different projects underway. The couple seemed rather intrigued by some of the other works that were being finished, the wolf's eyes caught by a large statue of an older poodle woman sitting down on a sofa, naked save for a fur coat tossed over her shoulders. The man quickly averted his eyes from the statue’s perky nipples as soon as his wife glanced in his direction, scratching at his chin to hide his momentary sheepishness as he cleared his throat. Isaiah took a seat in front of a drawing desk, grabbing a large sketch pad and propping it against his lap, twirling a pencil in his hand as he swivelled his chair to face the couple, 
“Alright, what sort of a pose did you have in mind?”
Maria stepped up, grabbing her husband's arm with both hands, leaning up against him and nuzzling against the fellow canine's cheek as she smiled, 
“I'd like it to be quite romantic, intimate. Something like this, with us cuddled together~”
Nodding, the deer quickly scribbled a few lines on the paper, 
“Very well, that's fine. I'm going to need a little sketch of you two, to reference for when I sculpt the statue. You can leave your clothes on the desk right there.”
David blinked a few times, his tail slinking down low, 
“O… our clothes?”
“Yes. You said you wanted the statue to be in the nude, that means I'll require my models to be the same. The piece is meant to be intimate and unique, I can't do that unless I see the real, true you.”
The couple gave one another a look before slowly beginning to undress, sharing shy glances and giggling like schoolchildren as they stripped naked, the German shepherd's eyes pinned back in a slightly nervous grin, 
“I haven't been a nude model since my days at the uni~”
Dropping his underwear, the man bit his lip at the sight of his red rocket peeking out of his sheath, nearly half of his canine length poking out as he tried to cover it up, squirming awkwardly, 
“S… sorry about this, it's just all the excitement and everything…”
With his eyes darting between his paper and the couple, Isaiah wagged his pencil at the wolf, 
“Don't worry, and don't try to cover it up. In fact, Maria, could you help him out a little? I want to capture your husband in all of his glory.”
The dog looked over at the artist, slightly shocked, 
“You want me to…”
“Get him erect, yes, if you'd be so kind.”
Snickering shyly, the woman turned to her husband, her tail wagging as he hooked an arm around her shoulders, reaching for his crotch. She barely even needed to wrap her fingers around his sheath before the man gave a soft grunt, his knot swelling up to full size and popping free, leaving his full and stiff girth swinging around. Looking up at the couple, seeing the woman snuggled against the wolf's chest with her hand clutching David's knot while the pair stared into one another's eyes with an equal mixture of adoration and playfulness, Isaiah knew he had the perfect pose for the statue.

While the artist got busy sketching up a storm inside of his studio, unbeknownst to Isaiah or his two models, the backside of the shop had some action as well. A young dragon, in her late teens, looked around the little footpath running along the back of the row of buildings, standing in front of a fence. With a backpack slung around one shoulder and a school uniform still on her, the 17 year old dragoness was rather obviously making the visit while on her way home from the nearby school, the red-scaled teen's sharp teeth poking out of her maw as she grinned with a mischievous smile. Smirking, the girl made sure no one was watching before she stepped up to the iron fence, grabbing hold of the bars and making sure they could support her weight, poking a few fingers through the fence, pushing aside the thick bush and vine covering the other side. Peeking through, the dragon could see Isaiah’s yard, a large garden with statues and sculptures scattered everywhere, flowers and trees dotted about in between the rows of artwork. These statues differed from those seen on the outside or the front of the shop however, almost all of them depicting some sort of a lewd scene, whether it be two lovers in the midst of rutting, or just a very well-endowed and nude man posing for the sculptor. The dragoness giggled as another girl's voice suddenly came from behind her, half shouting and half whispering,
“Addie! What is it? Is it real!?”
Addison turned around, nodding at another schoolgirl, a hawk a year younger than her, 
“Yep, it's just like Johnny said. Almost all the statues are naked, with their dicks out and everything! C'mon, take a look~!”
The avian girl looked around nervously, rubbing her shoulder with a hesitant grimace on her face, her brown feathers fluffed up under her school uniform as she adjusted her skirt, looking like she was ready to bolt at a moment’s notice if anyone spotted her. Unlike her friend, Hannah wasn't all that adventurous or mischievous, usually preferring to stick to the rules and play it safe, yet even the young hawk had to know if the school yard rumours about a walled garden filled with naughty statues really was true. After a few more waves from the dragoness trying to get her to come and look, the bird finally hurried over to peek through the fence as well, leaning down slightly as Addison parted the bushes keeping the yard out of sight, letting her take a look. Seeing the rows and rows of naked men and women, Hannah instantly went silent, her tail feathers fanning out and dropping down as she stared at the lewd sight, frozen in place until her friend suddenly patted her on the back, making her jump, 
“Alright, let's get in there~”
The hawk was taken back by Addison’s suggestion,
“Get in? Addie, are you crazy!? You know what's gonna happen to us if we're caught trespassing in there?”
The red dragoness just shrugged, 
“You heard Johnny, he managed to sneak in without any problems. No one's gonna be there, and that garden is big enough that even if someone did come in we could easily hide.”
Ignoring her friend's hesitation, Addison grabbed hold of the fence, tossing her backpack over it before heaving herself up, quickly scaling over and dropping down. Squirming and whimpering nervously, Hannah took a final look around before eventually following the other teen girl, climbing over the fence in a slightly more bumbling and clumsy display, though still managing to make it down the other side. 

Landing on her feet with a tiny grunt, Hannah dusted off her outfit, looking up to see her friend already dashing off to the nearest statue, giggling and snickering. The dragon ran over to a statue of a fellow reptilian, grinning as she stood in front of a piece depicting a komodo dragon, looking up at it as she strained to hold back her laughter, trying not to let anyone hear her. The girls certainly didn't need to guess about the gender of the komodo depicted, with the man standing with his hands at his hips, his legs spread slightly, naked from head to toe. Eyeing up the girthy member poking out of the lizard’s genital slit, leaning in for a closer look, Addison playfully flicked the tip of the shaft with her finger, 
“I dunno what kind of a pervert you'd have to be to want one of these things in your yard.”
Hannah caught up with her classmate, ducking down slightly to get a close up look at the granite manhood from all angles, a slight look of awe on her face, 
“Wow, it's… really realistic looking.”
The dragoness raised an eyebrow, 
“Realistic? How would you know what a reptilian dick looks like?”
“I… you know… I've seen them in mags and stuff…”
Addison snickered as she reached into her pocket, pulling out a phone and snapping a picture of the statue’s crotch, making sure to capture the manhood in all of its glory, 
“The girls back at school are gonna freak when they see this~”
Getting another idea, the dragon shoved her phone into the hawk’s hands, stepping next to the statue herself, 
“Get a shot of me with it~!”
Hannah aimed the phone at her friend, a slightly sheepish look on her face as she saw the reptile posing on the screen, Addison’s hand wrapped around the girth as the teen pretended like she was jerking the man off. The bird snapped the photo, handing the phone back over to the dragon as she got a look at the picture, 
“Nice! Now it's your turn~”
“M… my turn? No, I don't r-”
Addison cut her friend off, playfully prodding at the girl's ribs, 
“C'mon, don't be a baby, just do it, it'll be funny!”
Sighing, Hannah took a step towards the komodo dragon, but was quickly stopped as the older teen instead pointed behind her, 
“No, you can take that one~”
The avian turned around to see the statue of an equine man sitting down, his legs spread to expose his heavy shaft and big balls, not quite erect but fully extended, his half-flared tip pointing to the floor as the girth rested against his sack. Addison pointed the camera at the statue as she smirked, squatting down slightly to get a good angle, 
“Give it a kiss~!”
Trying not to look too ashamed, Hannah stepped over to the stallion, leaning against his knees as she bent over, giving the shaft a kiss as her friend snapped a picture of it, her tailfeathers shivering slightly as she pressed her beak against the hard equine girth. 

Leaning forward and pushing her tongue out slightly, gently caressing the stallion's manhood with her fingers as she just barely poked it with the tip of her tongue, Hannah closed her eyes and kissed the statue’s cock again. Leaving a small blotch of slobber on the girth, the hawk imagined that the dick was real instead of just stone, moaning silently under her breath as she laid her free hand on the man's sack. The girl imagined how the equine pole would throb in her hand and pulse against her tongue as it'd stiffen and swell up, how it would flare as she'd keep stroking and licking on it, eventually covering her in sticky webs of cum. Getting more and more into her fantasy, her legs quivering as the front of her panties stuck to her wet pussy lips, the bird was a hair away from jumping the statue right then and there when her friend suddenly piped up, 
“Hey, I got the picture already, you can stop.”
Flustered, Hannah quickly stood up straight and pulled away from the stallion's crotch, clearing her throat as she tugged at her skirt, trying to make absolutely sure her friend couldn't see just how wet she'd gotten under it, 
“O… oh, you should've said so, I was just… I thought you hadn't taken the picture yet, so I…”
Trailing off as she fiddled with her hands, nervously brushing the feathers on her head, the flustered avian was relieved to see that the dragoness didn't seem to have noticed just how into the moment she'd gotten. With Addison still fiddling with the phone, making sure the pictures had come out right, the younger teen grabbed her backpack and pointed towards a corner on the other side of the garden, 
“Hey, Addie, I'm just gonna… go take a quick leak in the bush there, I really need to go and I don't wanna stop in some store just for a piss. Just… wait for me here, okay?”
With the reptile giving an absentminded nod, Hannah quickly scurried away, disappearing out of sight of the other teen, ducking behind the rows of statues as she snuck off into the far corner of the garden. 

Peeking over her shoulder every few minutes as she felt her heart thumping in her chest, the hawk made absolutely sure that her friend wasn't following or peeking in on her before she laid her backpack down onto the ground, squatting as she quietly zipped it open. Reaching into a little side pocket, the girl pulled out a condom, feeling her panties sticking to her slit as she rubbed the front of her crotch, stifling a moan as she held the condom wrapper in her beak, looking around for a good statue to use. The cub didn't like to reveal her stash of condoms when with her friends, preferring that her classmates all think of her as just an innocent, naive little girl, but she was far too worked up to pass up such an opportunity. After carefully sneaking around for a moment, the hawk finally spotted what looked like the perfect sculpture to give her love to, stepping in front of a bull squatting down in what looked like a wrestling position of some kind, an intense look in the nude man's eyes as he had his arms out in preparation to grapple an opponent. Hannah was more interested in what was going on between the bovine’s legs however, eyeing up the long manhood sticking out, slightly slim towards the tip but thickening towards the base, perfect for a little bit of fun. The bird ripped the condom wrapper open and rolled it over the stone cock, panting as her fingers slid along the lubed and smooth surface of the rubber, barely able to contain herself as her free hand slipped between her own legs. Looking back to make sure her friend wouldn't come looking for her, Hannah hiked up her skirt and pushed aside her panties, revealing her soaking wet cunt, desperate to get off. Reaching up and grabbing one of the stone bull's horns to hop onto the pedestal the statue was perched on, the avian lifted one foot up on his knee, bringing her mound perfectly to his tip, slowly breathing out with a shaky, faintly audible moan as she rubbed her pussy lips against it. Unable to bear any foreplay, and afraid that the dragoness would get suspicious and catch her in the act if she wasted any more time, Hannah pushed herself down against the bull’s girth, her beak hanging open in a strained groan as she took him as deep as she could handle. The hawk’s blissful chirps mixed in with the songs of the other birds in the trees as she hilted the statue’s cock in herself, glancing down as she pulled back to see the condom drenched in her juices. Grabbing the bovine’s horns with both hands for some leverage, biting down on the collar of her school uniform top to keep from making too much noise, the teenage avian rode the bull like he was right there with her. Moaning as she imagined the man wrapping his arms around her back, thrusting into her as he snorted and grunted into her ear, the hawk shuddered while quickly climbing towards a climax, letting her pussy lips kiss the base of the statue’s shaft while panting hard. 

Grinding and bucking against the bull's cock, Hannah gasped as she tried to not hold back her orgasm, terrified she'd be caught in the act, the thrill of her naughty activities out in the open only getting her more worked up. Slamming herself all the way down on the shaft, taking every last inch of it inside of her slit, the bird let out a chirp as she came, clinging to the statue as her juices sprayed onto its legs like a gushing waterfall. Trembling as she held herself up, her legs nearly giving out from under her, the teen kept the manhood buried balls deep in her pussy as she clenched and squeezed around it, leaning her head back as she gasped and moaned, feeling the feathers on her thighs getting sticky with her sap. The bird barely had any time to recover from her climax before she heard the grass rustling from somewhere nearby, panicking as she quickly pulled herself off of the bull's cock, grimacing and trying not to squeal as her tight pussy lips clung to the shaft. Jumping off the bovine and ducking behind it, Hannah just barely managed to squat down before Addison came around the corner, a suspicious look on the red dragon's face, 
“What's taking you so long? And what were those noises?”
Pretending as if she was just getting done taking a leak, hiding her lower half behind the statue she was squatting behind as she wiped at her wet thighs with a napkin, Hannah tried to dismiss the reptile’s questions, 
“I… I just had to hide from someone on the other side of the fence for a little bit, couldn't take a leak until right now. And what noises, I didn't hear any noises…”
Addison tapped her chin, glancing at the squatting hawk in the corner of the garden, 
“Weird, it kinda sounded like… I dunno, some squealing, or moaning, or something…”
Pulling her panties over her soaked slit and tossing the napkin away, Hannah stood up, putting on a smile, 
“Oh, that! I think there's a playground just on the other side of the street, I… I think it was just some kids yelling while playing.”
Addison shrugged, just about to wave for the younger teen to come along as she spotted the condom wrapped around the bull statue’d cock, grinning as she pointed to it, 
“Holy shit, look! Some perv’s actually fucked this one! Recently as well, it's still all wet~”
Hiding her anxiousness with a forced laugh, Hannah quickly looked away, unsure of how she could've managed to forget taking the condom off. The dragoness giggled as she stepped over to the bull statue, rubbing a finger against the slick, condom-wrapped dick, taking a picture of it before sighing, 
“Alright, well, I've got a paper due tomorrow, so can't waste all day hanging around here. C'mon, let's bounce.”
Staying a few steps behind the older teen as Addison walked away, Hannah nodded,
“Yep, right behind you, just gotta grab my backpack.”
As soon as the dragon was out of sight, the hawk stepped over to the bovine, yanking her condom off of the shaft before grabbing onto the manhood, whispering under her breath, 
“Sorry, big guy.”
The girl snapped the cock off, quickly hiding it in her backpack for later use back at home, jogging to catch up with the other teen as Addison was already scaling up the fence.

Unaware of what was happening only a stone's throw away, just in the back garden of his shop, Isaiah kept a concentrated look on his face as he sketched. The deer’s eyes occasionally flicked up from his sketch pad to the couple posing for him, making sure to capture every important and passionate detail in the moment: the love in both of the canines’ stares, the way the wolf's knot was throbbing and swelling in the woman's hand, even how the squirts of precum were wetting Maria's fingers. With a sigh, the sculptor made a few final lines on his sketch before setting his pencil back onto the drawing desk, standing up and flipping the pad around to give the clients their first look at it, 
“Alright, here is what I've got in mind for your piece, what do you think?”
Letting go of her husband, smirking as she wiped the precum from her fingers onto her own thigh, Maria snuggled against the wolf while giving a beaming smile, 
“I think it looks wonderful, doesn't it honey?”
David just nodded, a flustered look on the man's face as he awkwardly shuffled on the spot, unsure of whether he should be trying to hide his erection now that the posing was over. The wolf found himself unable to get it to go down now that he was all excited and aroused from the fondling, having just spent the best part of an hour with his wife gently caressing his sensitive knot, 
“I… I think it looks great. I'm sorry, it's just… a little difficult to really pay attention, you know…”
Isaiah nodded as he gently placed the sketch down on his drawing desk, casually pointing at a door near the back of his studio, 
“I understand. There's a bathroom and a shower just through there, if you'd like to relieve yourself. I'll still need a few moments to finish up with this sketch anyways, make a few minute adjustments.”
The couple looked at one another, their unsure glances quickly turning to giddy excitement and sly smiles as Maria took her husband's hand, yanking for him to follow as the naked canines hurried into the back room. With faint moans and grunts coming from the bathroom, Isaiah sat down to finish up the sketch, barely even paying any attention to the woman's pleasured howling as she was knotted. 

Still panting and huffing slightly, in each other's arms, Maria and David staggered out of the deer’s shop with big smiles on their faces, waving goodbye to the man behind the counter as they walked out. The couple basking in the afterglow of their afternoon delight thanked as a cat held the door open for them, heading for their car as the feline visitor stepped inside right after them. Taking off her hat, the woman in her early twenties already had a lecherous grin on her face as she headed into the shop, catching Isaiah’s attention as he lifted up his gaze from his paperwork, 
“Ah, Caroline. You're here just a little early I'm afraid, as I mentioned in my message I was planning to finish your piece this afternoon.”
The cat nodded, panting under her breath as she set her purse down on the counter, a very noticeable musk of sex lingering around the woman, 
“Oh, no worries, I know. I actually kind of wanted to see you finishing it, if you wouldn't mind~”
“That's no problem, I was just about to start work on it again. Follow me.”
Caroline was an avid supporter of Isaiah, having been a fan of the man's more perverse art ever since she first saw his handiwork. As much as the cat enjoyed peeking at kids in the playground and getting pervy with cubs in alleyways, she also loved decorating her home with little trophies of her debauchery. Following close behind the buck, the woman stepped into the studio, led to a corner where her latest piece was underway. In front of a small statue lay a handful of pictures that Caroline had supplied to be used as reference material for the piece, getting a giggle from the cat as she leaned over to take a look at the snapshots. The first few showed a young little panther boy frolicking around, one showing the toddler sitting in a sandbox and the other him running around in the woods. The last couple of pictures were of the same toddler, though this time fully nude, the first showing him proudly standing on his mother's bed with his hands at his hips, the other one him lying down with an erection, biting his lip as Caroline's hand held his tiny manhood, stroking it as a little glisten on saliva glimmered on his cock. Reminiscing of how much fun she'd had babysitting the little panther boy, Caroline turned her attention back to the statue as Isaiah pulled off the linen covering it. The statue was of the tiny panther, lying down with a pleasured look on his face, clutching his muzzle as an erection poked out from between his thighs. Only needing a few final touches, the cat was instantly smitten by the piece, a hand on her chest as she moaned at the sight, making no attempt to hide just how turned on she was, 
“Oh, he's perfect~”
Sitting down and grabbing his tools, Isaiah shook his head, 
“Not quite yet, but he will be. Feel free to look around while I get your statue finished, shouldn't be longer than an hour.”

Looking over her shoulder multiple times, a nervous smile on her face as she came closer to the iron fence, a little otter sporting a pink shirt with a heart on it and a pair of pretty red shorts chuffed in excitement as she peeked through the bars. Though she'd just turned 8 last week, Joanna was already rather well versed in the field of sex, thanks to her mother giving the girl daily sex-ed lessons, even if inadvertently. The young mustelid didn't initially quite understand why so many men were coming over to their place every day, new and old faces alike, or why they were giving her mom so much money, but some spying on what was going on in the woman's bedroom quickly caught the cub up. Listening to her mother's moans and watching man after man having his way with the woman, Joanna knew she needed to try it as well, though she unfortunately didn't have any boys to try it with. She thought about propositioning one of her classmates at school, but couldn't quite gather up the courage to do so, scared that she might get into trouble. The otter likewise didn't know how to explore her body without the help of a man, having only seen her mom servicing the clients visiting their home and unaware of how to masturbate. This all left the girl in a tricky situation of needing a partner to try out sex with, yet having no good candidates to do that with, at least not until she'd heard some rumours around the school yard, rumours about a garden with plenty of naked boys who could never tell on her. Giggling as she peeked through the fence, seeing the rows of statues with their cocks on display, the cub was already feeling a warmth between her thighs, the same kind of giddy excitement she'd feel whenever spying on her mom playing with the men she'd bring home. With one last look around to make sure no one would catch her sneaking into the garden, Joanna began clambering over the fence, grunting quietly as she scampered up the iron bars. 

Panting softly as she landed on the other side, the otter looked around the garden, amazed by the selection of shafts on display. Though she'd already seen plenty of them back home while peeking into her mother's room, the statues in the yard were still quite a display for the little mustelid, taken back by the array of different species and sizes, surprised by the variety between them all. Coming across a statue depicting a male a little bit more her age, a bear in his early teens, Joanna giggled as she peeked at what the ursine had between his legs, squatting down to get a better look, carefully rubbing at the stiff shaft poking out from the proud looking boy's crotch. Still a little unsure about how exactly to proceed, trying to just mimic how her mom and the guys would usually do it, the young mustelid decided to strip down entirely, tugging off her shirt and dropping her shorts, taking off her panties and adding them to the pile of clothes laying on the grass as she panted nervously. Feeling the breeze against her bare slit, the girl was fairly sure no one would see her in the secluded garden, though she still couldn't help but to feel like someone was watching, trying to put her mind to ease as she approached the teen bear. Leaning against the statue, the cub pressed her pussy lips against the tip of the ursine’s erect cock, shivering and moaning as she rubbed her clit against it, wrapping her arms around the boy's neck before her legs would give out from under her. The sensation was like what she'd feel while spying on her mom, but multiplied tenfold, sending jolts through her entire body every time the cold and smooth cock caressed against her sensitive little nub. Gasping as she gently humped the statue, reaching down to spread her pussy lips and see if she could actually put the shaft inside of herself like her mom would, Joanna bit her lip with a whimper. Gritting her teeth and closing her tearing up eyes, the girl tried a few times but could never quite bring herself to thrust against the statue hard, panting as she backed away, finding the bear still just a little bit too big and intimidating for her. Still, the cub wasn't going to give up that easily, looking around as she felt the needy heat between her legs only growing more intense, sure that she'd find something a little bit more suitable for her amongst so many lewd statues. 

Occasionally covering up her crotch with her hands whenever a breeze blew through the garden, the ticklish girl's gently wet slit making the wind all the more noticeable, Joanna scampered through the yard as she panted. Moving between rows and rows of statues, the otter tried looking for a suitable one for her to lose her virginity to, growing increasingly nervous and frustrated as she passed well-hung stallions and girthy canine knots, nothing seeming to fit what she had in mind. After exploring the garden for a few minutes, the cub suddenly began hearing something odd, her ears perking up as she looked around, listening to what sounded like the gentle burbling of water. Coming closer to the trickling, Joanna peeked around the corner only to find a little skunk boy statue, just about her age, possibly even a few years younger. The boy was standing with his legs spread wide apart, leaning back slightly with a big smile on his face, one hand on his butt while the other pinched the base of his stiff little manhood. A steady stream of water flowed from the tip of the dick, trickling down into a basin below, one of the few statues on the lot that had a water feature. Immediately recognising the little skunk as the perfect partner for herself, Joanna clambered up against it, carefully placing both paws on the sides of the basin so she wouldn't get her feet wet, her hands resting on the boy's shoulders as she slowly brought her pussy closer towards his manhood. Holding her breath as she looked down, the otter immediately let out a soft squeak as the stream of water splattered against her cunt, pulling back as the ticklish and titillating sensation threatened to overwhelm her. Taking a few deep breaths, a little more prepared, Joanna squatted down lightly and pressed her crotch into the fountain’s stream once more, moaning as the water massaged her clit and her pussy lips, leaving her squirming as she humped the air. With the young otter's tail curling around her flank, her mouth hanging open as she whimpered and squeaked, the girl brought her slit closer and closer towards the inanimate skunk's tip, her breathing getting more laboured with every inch as the increased water pressure only made the new sensation that much more incredible. 

Squirming and squeaking with every breath she took, the otter brought her crotch closer to the water fountain’s cock until her lips were pressed right against the tip of it, letting the water rush into her pussy before leaking out, trickling down her thighs as she shivered. Slowly, Joanna pushed herself against the cock further still, gasping as it slipped between her pussy lips, the thrilling sensation of a manhood spreading her tunnel open making her fall against the skunk statue as she let out a loud, trembling moan. Sliding her slit further down, the water rushing inside of her felt like a constant spew of cum filling her up, a sensation that the girl hadn't ever felt before, but one that instinctively left her on the verge of her own climax, whimpering as her pussy lips clenched around the very base of the stiff cock. Trying to mimic how her mother did it, Joanna pulled herself back after letting the statue hilt her, water rushing out of her slit as soon as the cock popped out of her snug mound, splashing loudly as it trickled into the basin below. Not even taking a moment to catch her breath, the otter thrust against the boy again, taking him balls deep as she hugged the statue, panting against his neck as she humped him. Joanna would plunge the cock deep inside of her, holding it in until the pressure grew too great for her to bear, pulling back to let the water gush out and to repeat it all over again. Continuing to grind against the statue, biting her lip as she desperately tried to keep herself from screaming out loud, the cub quickly felt another very different sort of a pressure building in her loins, a hunger and a desire that kept her going even as her paws trembled and her legs barely held her up. With one final push, the little otter went careening over the finish line, bleating as she came for the very first time, clinging to the little skunk boy as she shook from head to toe. Losing control over herself entirely, the girl's paw slipped as she tumbled backwards off of the fountain, landing on her back in the grass with a squeal. Laying on the ground, moaning and shivering, a mixture of water and cum leaked out of the little mustelid’s slit, pooling under her flank as she gasped for air, unable to even open her eyes. 

Focused on his sculpting, Isaiah barely even noticed the world around him until a small moan suddenly snapped him out of his trance, lifting his head up to see Caroline standing by the back window. The cat was staring out into the walled garden, shivering and squirming slightly with her back towards the sculptor, breathing heavily as the deer raised an eyebrow, 
“Is there something in the garden?”
Smirking, Caroline quickly pulled her hand out of her pants, sticking her wet fingers into her mouth to suckle them clean before turning back towards Isaiah, her face looking a little flushed as she shook her head,
“Nope, just admiring the sights, that's all~”
Unaware of what the woman had been spying on, Isaiah cracked his knuckles as he sighed contently, giving the piece he was working on a few final touches before he stood up, 
“I believe your sculpture is now done, if you'd like to take a look.”
Excited, Caroline hurried over to the man, grinning from ear to ear as she saw the little panther boy lying on the table, just like how she'd imagined the piece. With a giggle, the cat stepped over and stroked the toddler's belly, slowly letting her hands wander to his stiff manhood as she smacked her lips, pinching the shaft with two fingers and slowly stroking them along the length, her tail raising up, 
“It's wonderful~!”
With a happy smile, Isaiah dusted off his hands, 
“Glad to hear you're satisfied.”
“Oh, I am. Or I will be, very shortly. I'll have to see whether I'll be able to wait until I get this cutie back home, of if I'll have to pull over at some parking lot just to ‘admire’ him a little closer~”
Panting, Caroline picked up the statue, cradling it in her arms, one hand constantly caressing and playing with his cocklet as she walked off, keeping her eyes down at the panther the whole time as she shouted on her way out, 
“I'll be back very shortly, already have an idea for the next piece in mind, just have to… acquire a few more reference pictures for it~”
Sitting down, Isaiah buried his head into the notes and sketches he had spread out all over his desk, nodding as the woman walked off, already prepping himself to get to work on the next piece in his queue.