"Alright, everyone! Off the bus now, come on! We're here!"

The cacophony of excited kids was probably the only thing able to drown out Eleanor Pennyweather's own excitement as the late-20s Doe hopped off the bus and stood by the side of it, so she could accurately count the kids as they disembarked. Everything had gone smoothly thus far: her class of 21 kids at Tough Acorns Middle School had organised this trip at the start of the year, and it had taken some time to actually get signatures together to allow them to go; Eleanor couldn't understand why for the life of her, but she was glad that every kid had been approved to go. She'd been scouting areas for an educational field trip for months prior, and she was sure this was the perfect place for her 11 to 12-year-old students to really understood the core root of their genus, and become one with nature...at least, that's what the representative of the Mystic Springs Oasis had sold them on.

With some earnest encouragement from her waving hands and thick clipboard, she ushered the group of giggling, talking kids inside the building, heading under the overhang and through a set of double doors. A beaded curtain awaited them, and Eleanor fussed over the larger horned kids-- namely a Rhino and a couple of Deer and Elk-- in order to get them through without bringing the whole thing down. A sleek paved floor spread out in front of them, with a desk at the far end, thick and wooden, with a rustic rug spread across its candle-dotted surface. On their left sat a series of little urns and pots, and on their right was a small floor-sitting area with a giant illuminated purple crystal, with a couple of couches nearby intended for laying down upon. Eleanor wasted no time in getting them over there, mainly because she had to speak to the receptionist to clear the kids to enter. A shaggy yak with fur that covered most of his face and a set of curved horns on either side of his head sat there in meditation, and the Doe knew this man to be the owner of the Mystic Springs Oasis entirely; it was his venture that founded it and made it popular, and it was him that she had spoken to before.

"Ah, Mr. Yax, sir..." Eleanor began, trying to get his attention, and for a period of time the Yak didn't respond, humming every so often as he rigorously performed his meditation. Flies buzzed around his head in an unsettling manner and the kids whispered amongst themselves, some remarking about how dirty he looked, whilst others openly commented on his nakedness-- the cubs and Eleanor by extension all wore clothes to some degree, typically pants and shirts, but the yak was stark naked from top to bottom save for a beaded necklace around his neck.

"Mr. Yax..." Eleanor began again, interrupted by his meditative humming. "Mr. Yax!"

"Wha-- huh?" He startled and reached up to use his hooved to brush the fur from his eyes, affixing Eleanor with his gaze. "Oh, the pretty doe...it's been like, what, a few weeks? Wait, or is it months...?"

"W-We spoke before," She confirmed, before putting her clipboard on the counter. "We agreed on entry for 21 cubs to tour the club for a little while?"

"Woah, this is a club?" One of the cubs whispered, and Eleanor waved a hand to shush him, not taking her eyes off the Yak. She was admittedly pretty nervous; if he was this ditzy with regards to their past conversation, she feared he might have forgotten their arrangement entirely. The man shifted on the spot for a moment, betraying the fact he was sitting on no stool, before he scooped up the clipboard and squinted down at the contents, having to hold his fur aside with a hooved hand. He squinted and grumbled for a moment before his eyes widened with recognition.

"Oooooh, yeah! Yeah, mhmm, yep, uh-huh," He scratched his head for a moment and chuckled to himself. "I remember now, yep. That was today? ...Huh."

"Are we...clear to go in?" Eleanor glanced to the large set of double doors to her right, and the Yak moved from behind the counter, exposing himself as he turned towards the door. The reaction from the cubs was mixed; some squealed and covered their eyes whilst others laughed amongst themselves-- the majority of the split was whether they were boys or girls...though that wasn't all too surprising, given that Eleanor knew about them.

"Yep," The Yak grinned toothily at her and then at the cubs, before he turned to the door, putting a hand on one of its large golden knockers. "Oh, but...you can't go in, Ms. Pennyweather. Sorry, it's Mystic Springs policy."

"Wha-- but, I need to supervise the children." She insisted in a hushed whisper and the Yak rolled his shoulders, before patting her on the shoulder with one hand. Eleanor couldn't help but recoil a bit, mainly from the flies that gravitated towards the new individual, dancing along the Yak's hand.

"We have staff inside, they'll be fine," He insisted. "Take a seat, lil' lady, and I'll get you a magazine."

"I...okay," The Doe was willing to swallow her duty as a teacher if it meant better educating her students, and she turned towards them to announce her departure. "I can't go in with you, so...be on your best behaviour, okay? Do what the staff tell you, if you have a problem then come back here and talk to me. Look out for each other and go in at least groups of 2 or 3, more if you want. I'm looking at you, Shiloh-- I don't want to hear about any trouble you've caused, okay?"

Eleanor pointed sternly to an 11-year-old otter, arguably the biggest handful of the class. He was the reason for Eleanor's visit to the Mystic Springs Oasis, or at least her main intention with it, despite what the club was about. The dynamic between Prey and Predator had been strained for as long as civilisation had reached its current technological peak, and the fear of the Predator's base animal desire, that to eat and hunt, was the one driving force that led Predator kids like Shiloh to being bullied in school. Having been consistently talked down to by his peers for his species, the young otter had started to act out; it was Eleanor's hope that the field trip might calm him and give him a new perspective.

"I won't." Shiloh grumbled, talking back to her, but his slightly wagging tail betrayed his excitement. Despite his back-chat, Eleanor brushed it off and turned to a boy standing beside him: a zebra that was a couple of years younger, by the name of Kayin, or just Kay for short. Unlike Shiloh, he was a prey species, and a kind and warm soul; he'd been friends with the otter despite his rough nature for a year or so, and Eleanor relied on the zebra to keep an eye on the cub, just a little. Many had questioned why Kayin was in the same class as boys and girls a couple of years older than him, and it was simply because he was too smart and developing too fast...his parents hoped he might develop more social skills if he was brought up a couple of years in grade. If his friendship with the troublemaker of the school was anything to go by, he was acquiring those skills, albeit slowly.

"Make sure he has fun, okay?" She winked at Kayin, whose face flushed, but he nodded regardless. Eleanor already knew what awaited inside and knew it'd be a point of amusement for a handful of the cubs, but whether they would learn from it depended on their tour guide...which, at that point, was Mr. Yak. At least, that's what Eleanor had assumed. 

She watched, however, as the Yak swung the doors open and gestured them inside whilst staying in place. Unaware of what awaited them, the group of 21 cubs of various species and genders headed inside, with the most nervous of them following along at the back. Eleanor looked from them to the Yak and back again, trying to figure out what was going on. The last thing the cubs saw before the doors slowly closed shut was Mr. Yax explaining things to Eleanor, whilst she looked frustrated, but complacent.

"Howdy, kids!" A short and stout Otter appeared from the side with a beaming expression and fuzzy little clump of fur that served as a moustache. Like the others around the club, he was also completely naked, and didn't have a care in the world as he padded about on the spot and shifted with visible excitement, his sheath bobbing, weaving and jiggling with each subtle movement. Some cubs couldn't help but be transfixed by the sight, whilst others whispered to each other and covered their own eyes, both embarrassed yet curious; they were all at that age where they wondered about one another's body, so it was at least educating for them in that regard.

"I'll be your guide, for the most part," He beamed at them, tail wagging left and right. "Um, explore if you want! But for those who want to just follow me around, well, I'd be mighty happy to do so. Oh! The name's Jeb, by the way."

At those words, about half the class dispersed, Shiloh included. He turned and bounded across the central grass area of the club, both excited and defiant, and Kay, nervous, quickly followed after him, filled with a sense of duty thanks to Eleanor's words. The springs themselves were peculiarly laid out; there was a vast, expansive square of grass that was home to both yoga, mud baths, hot springs and more all at once, somehow, whilst the complete outer edge was made up of two distinctive floors, with an overhang to shield the lower floor and a roof to do the same for the upper. The young zebra could see a number of nudist animals all around the area, both on the grassy area and up on the second floor, talking amongst themselves and keeping things fairly innocent and casual. 

There weren't just people enjoying themselves, either, from what he could see...others slinked away in pairs through beaded curtains, the darkness beyond making it hard to see. Kayin couldn't help but get an ominous feeling, but he had no time to wonder what they were for; Shiloh, hyperactive and troublesome as he was, had already bounded off in the direction of those dark rooms, eager to see what laid beyond. This was the main reason why he was considered a 'difficult' kid, from what Kay had heard from the other teachers; he was rebellious, in a boyish way. He was rarely mean, but he often did what he wanted when he felt like it. Kayin was forced to follow, aware that if he left his 'friend' alone, Shiloh might upset someone or himself in the process.

Beyond the beaded curtain was a dark corridor beyond that was difficult to see in, but did at least have some lighting. Adorning the walls were little lamps with purple bulbs within, but the nature of that hue made it all but impossible the illuminate anything but a fraction of the wall around it. To Kayin, it was a little scary, but he also assumed it might be there to set the mood...though it was hard for him to tell, considering he was only 9. Anxious though he was, the young zebra continued forwards, adjusting his glasses on the end of his nose as he went. Eventually, that corridor veered to the left-- Shiloh was nowhere to be seen still, but Kay made out a light at the end, leading into a room beyond that was a little brighter than where he was. He instinctively made a beeline for it, not aware that he may be walking into a trap.

The room beyond was brighter, but still as dimly lit as the hallway behind him...but frankly, that wasn't even the part that Kayin focussed on. Instead, his gaze swept to the people sitting along the edges of the room and at the far end; it appeared, at least to the young zebra, that he'd stumbled into an intimate back room meant for...well, sating someone's 'desires', though to the shy and virgin boy, he had no idea that's what they were doing-- all he could see was naked animals, of all kinds of different species and ages, lounging across couches, beds and armchairs whilst locked in passionate kissing and peculiar, rhythmic gyrating. Some paused to examine the zebra as he entered, and Kayin found himself feeling strangely uncomfortable by their stares. Above him, smoke wafted around the ceiling, emanating from a handful of different machines around the room-- they didn't smell of anything, but they soaked in the glow of the ceiling lights and bathed the room in a purple and lilac ambience that was soothing, and just barely bright enough to make out someone's features.

Kayin's gaze travelled across the room to the far end, where a four-poster bed sat with its headboard pressed to the wall, and at the edge, sat atop its plush sheets, was an adult Rhino. Much like the others, he was completely naked, but that wasn't what Kayin had his focus on; instead, his gaze from behind his spectacles travelled to the boy standing in front of him: Shiloh. It was hard to make out the otter's expression from so far away, but even in the dim light, the zebra could see the boy's shirt in a heap on the floor, with his pants already halfway down his body. It was easy for Kay to feel like he'd walked in on something he wasn't meant to see.

"Another one, huh?" The Rhino's voice was low, but not exactly authoritative. He sounded laid-back and relaxed, which was quite the opposite of his stocky, bulky frame. He affixed his gaze to the zebra and Kayin felt compelled to approach-- perhaps it was due to his innocence in following an adult's authority, or maybe he was just curious...it was hard to tell. The closer he got, the more things became apparent; the rhino was fully hard in front of the two cubs, and his cock was...peculiar, to say the least. It was mostly uniform in shape, but the end was the most exotic part, with a strange flanged end and another, split section beneath that curled outwards like the petal of a budding flower. The zebra couldn't help but stare at it, and for a little while the rhino didn't make a comment on it, his gaze travelling to the otter instead. Shiloh, curious yet apprehensive as he was, was slowly yet purposefully removing his pants, his gaze absent as he looked from Kayin to the rhino; he looked more surprised that the equine was there, more than anything else.

"Like what you see, zebra?" The rhino smirked and snapped Kay out of his 'trance', so to speak. The boy's gaze flicked up behind his glasses to the rhino's face and smirking smile, then to Shiloh and back again. He could feel his face warming beneath his striped fur and he squirmed, feeling put on the spot. What was it about the sight of an adult's cock that made him so nervous? He'd never even seen an adult's privates before that moment.

"U-Um, sorry, sir!" Kayin could only think to apologise, and the rhino snorted, covering his mouth with a hand before looking to the otter. He reached out with the other limb, his fingers touching with the otter's underwear as the cub's pants dropped idly to his knees. He pulled and the elastic waistband stretched against his digit, revealing the soft brown fur beneath. Kayin watched where the man's hand roamed and flicked his gaze up to Shiloh's face, gauging his expression-- like the zebra, he looked nervous, but his thick tapering tail wiggled left and right at the tip, revealing his mild excitement. Unlike Kay, Shiloh was adventurous, perhaps even a little impulsive, which was primarily what made him such a troublemaker...but even Kay, who was known for keeping him 'in check' thanks to his sheepish yet purposed nature, didn't quite know what to do in that situation.

"Don't worry about it, kid. Can't blame you for gawking," The rhino glanced from Shiloh to Kayin and back again. "Your friend here seems pretty shy, Shiloh."

"He's not..." The otter trailed off when he saw the zebra's expression and pursed his muzzle. "Yeah, he is pretty shy...a bit of a dork, too."

"Well, even dorks are welcome here," The man-made a gesture to the equine. "Come closer, kid...and get those pants off. We're trying to be all-natural here, you know?"

Kayin was a little too shy and perhaps a little too nice for his own good to defy the rhino, aware from the talks of his teacher and the man who had sat behind the Mystic Springs counter at the entrance that it was a place that allowed animals to be free-- it made sense that they should be naked too. With the man's gesture, Kay approached and sheepishly started to pull his sweater vest over his head, followed by his shirt. He could feel the eyes of the other patrons, some still locked in obvious lewd positions, staring right at him, metaphorically drilling into the back of his head as he discarded the clothes onto the floor. By the time he was toying with the button of his boyish shorts, Shiloh was already fully naked; the 11-year-old, completely flaccid, turned to the rhino and looked down at his exotic cock, which in turn caused the adult to reach out and take his small hand in his larger own.

"Give it a feel, kid...looks kind of funny, doesn't it?" The rhino joked with him and his laid-back tone put Shiloh at ease, melting away whatever nerves he had and replacing them with a mild curiosity. At his words, the otter slowly lowered his hand and bent forwards as the rhino's hand slid up towards his upper arm and around to his shoulder. The boy's fingers grazed the peculiar flared end of the cock before sliding down, feeling the way it twitched and pulsed against his digits; it was clear the man enjoyed his touch by the way he sighed and reflexively squeezed the cub's shoulder, but what was the biggest indicator was the way the member surged upwards to a near 45-degree angle from his gentle, clumsy stroking. All the while, Kayin watched, inevitably popping the button of his shorts, and they fell to his ankles as he absently trailed his gaze from Shiloh's roaming hands to the 11-year-old's crotch. The otter's sheath and fuzzy little nuts jiggled and shifted each time the boy's hand stroked from the rhino's tip to halfway down the cock, each squeezing coaxing a pulse from that adult's member.

From the left-hand side, someone abruptly approached and caught the zebra's attention; it was a fox woman with naturally coloured fur and peculiar blue eyes that sparkled, even in that dim light. Kayin was pretty sure he recognised her; at least, he thought he did. He looked behind him and, sure enough, one of the men that had been coupled with someone else was now sitting on his own and watching from a distance, openly groping himself in the process. Kayin turned his attention back to the fox for only one reason; she seemed interested in him in particular, given the way she stared and looked him up and down.

"Hey there sweetie," She began, stepping closer and making Kay aware of the fact she wasn't that much taller than him, despite her age. "Don't be shy, we'll treat you well. Are you curious?"

"Um, about what?" The zebra stood there awkwardly in his underwear and turned his attention back to Shiloh, if only for a moment. He watched as his friend slowly approached the rhino and stood by his knee, still stroking that cock as the older male groped the otter's ass, squeezing his naked cheeks and stroking the base of his tail as he groaned against the boy's cheek and neck. The sensation of a finger pulling at the band of his underwear turned the equine's attention back to the woman, who smiled sweetly and reached out, letting him put a hand on her front, where he felt her rows of nipples. He wasn't sure if he completely like the way she guided him, but he didn't resist when she pulled his underwear further down past his front, exposing a set of small black balls with a wide, disc-like sheath, where his cock remained dormant.

"What you saw us doing when you came in," She continued, tugging a little further until the boy's underwear reached his knees, and the zebra instinctively lifted his legs one at a time to force his undies further down. "You know...mating."

She waggled her eyebrows as she said it and Kayin felt his face grow flushed at the thought-- of course, even at a 9-year-old, he was old enough to be aware of those feelings; the fox woman was very pretty to him, enough to make his loins tingle, but he'd never done that sort of thing before, and neither had Shiloh. Yet, despite his own shyness, the otter was surprisingly confident in comparison to the geeky zebra, who could only adjust his glasses as a way to do something with his free hand. His digits continued to roam across her front and he wordlessly watched as she snaked her hand down his arm and towards his chest, trailing down to his stomach. He tensed when he felt her digits against his tingling loins, and when he looked down, his arousal became obvious.

"O-Oh!" Even Kayin was surprised at the sight of his growing erection, his horsecock swinging forwards at half-mast and sagging directly downwards like a noodle. The fox woman giggled her amusement at his response and tucked her fingers beneath his cock, cradling it and lifting it up slightly as blood slowly yet surely pumped to his cock, growing just by her touch and the feel of her body alone. Beside them, Shiloh turned to face the rhino a little more head-on, which gave the adult male more time to reach out and cradle those cute underage nuts. It was clear both boys were nervous, but if there was one difference between them, it was Shiloh's obvious eagerness; his young cock grew a lot quicker compared to Kayin, his member sliding out his sheath and rapidly reaching its peak length in a handful of seconds-- even by otter standards it was amply sized, 6 inches in length with a wedged, circular-like end that sat slanted, narrower compared to the thicker base of his length.

"Wow, kid, you're pretty hung. How old are you again?" The rhino's tone was light and friendly, which made it easy for him to lull Shiloh into a false sense of security-- not that the otter even noticed. Instead, he was very easily swayed by the compliment and giggled madly like the kid he was, his tail wiggling to and fro.

"I'm 11." He confirmed, and the rhino hummed his approval, his hand moving down to grasp that cock for himself. His fingers trailed across all 6 inches of the cub's young length and Shiloh shuddered, huffing quietly under his breath as his cock frantically twitched under the male's touch, already oozing a little trickle of fluid that was easily scooped up by the adult's hand and slickened across the length, causing wet, audible sounds to emanate from that stroking hand. Kayin glanced at the two fooling around out the corner of his eye, but his attention quickly turned back to the fox woman in front of him, who had easily stroked his cock all the way to full mast-- despite being 2 years younger than Shiloh, the zebra's cock was substantially longer, though that was customary for his species. His equine length was a good 9 inches or so, though he wasn't nearly as drippy as Shiloh, despite the woman's coaxing and his own shyness and arousal.

"Wow, you're quite big, sweetie." The fox complimented Kay in a way that made his face flush and he tried to stammer some sort of thanks as she lowered herself down, getting onto her knees in front of him. Even in that position she was a little tall, and her knees shuffled back as she leant forwards, propping herself up with a hand whilst the other grasped the length of the zebra's underage cock. Kayin sucked in a breath and watched with wide, naive eyes as she placed her muzzle to the tip of his flared down, sticking out her tongue and slowly sliding it up. A shudder rolled through the 9-year-old's small frame and he let out something akin to a quiet, whimpering whinny, his member surging powerfully and twitching in her grip.

"Good boy..." She murmured, slowly opening her mouth wider to take more and more of his flared end into her mouth, and Kayin couldn't help but to watch, his breath hitched in his throat. Meanwhile, Shiloh was more than enjoying himself with the rhino, who had moved from stroking the cub's young cock to pushing him down onto his knees, getting him to kneel. The otter turned his head slightly to watch the fox out of the corner of his eye, trying to pick up pointers from what she was doing that he could apply to the cock in front of him-- the rhino, however, was more than happy to guide him, and he murmured to the boy quietly, enough for Kayin to be unable to hear it very well. Slowly the otter began to work on the cock, but it became clear very quickly that his small mouth wasn't nearly big enough to take the peculiar end of his cock, which was probably bigger than Kayin's flared tip...though, Shiloh didn't really have the knowledge to compare the two.

Kayin couldn't tell, of course, but the fox woman was quite the natural at giving head. Her mouth was just wide enough to the flared end to slide along her tongue and reach the back of her throat, and the zebra couldn't help but groan, filled with an indescribable pleasure that he hadn't really experienced before-- hell, the boy had never masturbated before, either. That same couldn't be said for Shiloh; he'd touched his own cock a couple of times, but this was definitely his first experience with another male's member. The way it twitched against his lips, revealing his desire, was interesting and alluring in a way he couldn't quite describe. Both boys, one way or another, were experiencing something entirely new...and thanks to the gentle touch of that male and female, they were very much enjoying it.

"You like that, kid?" The fox asked as she withdrew from the member, running her mouth along the length of the member down to his balls, nuzzling the crease between the base of his cock and his young nuts with her nose. "Mmh, you're twitching so much, big boy..."

"I-I feel funny." Kayin half-complained and half-observed, his breathing low and heavy and his lips parted, vocalising his rapid panting. The fox ran her mouth back up his eyes and watched his expression with a lidded gaze, before bringing her muzzle to the end of his flared cock again. She enclosed her lips around it and grasped the length of his horsecock with both hands, stroking the sensitive flesh as her wide, flat tongue rolled and slathered around his end, stimulating the most sensitive part of his cock. Kayin sucked in a breath and arched his back, pushing his hips forwards against her muzzle as his hands each other, his face strained. It was pleasurable, but overwhelming; his cock was sensitive, and that roaming tongue made the feeling unbearable.

"That's it, kid, I'm almost there..." To the side, the rhino put his hand on Shiloh's head and stroked behind his ear as the cub twisted his head to the side and ran his tongue and hands along the length of the exotic member, back and forth-- being unable to take that cock for himself didn't mean he couldn't pleasure the man in other ways, and it was partly due to his own curiosity to explore, alongside the rhino's gentle instructions, that Shiloh was able to understand how nice it must have felt for the man for him to run his mouth and hands up and down. Each little lick, squeeze and slurp brought the rhino closer to his release, but between the two receiving adults, it was likely to be Kayin who'd finish first-- if only, in part, due to the fox's experience in servicing a male.

Kayin's breathing quickened and his chest heaved rapidly, signalling his impending climax. The fox pleasuring him could easily tell it was coming, but she didn't let up, bobbing and suckling as her hands squeezed firmer and stroked along the length of his cock, her eyes watching with delight as the boy's expression twisted and shifted the more his pleasure grew. His huffs lapsed into quiet groaning whimpers, and from the end of his equine member came little dribbles of pubescent pre-cum-- the 9-year-old was already going through puberty one way or another, and the fox was about to taste his very first load.

With a grunt, Kayin abruptly and powerfully orgasmed-- thick spurts, far beyond what a boy his age should have, shot from the end of his cock and splashed to the back of the fox's throat, where she dutifully gulped what she could and let the rest spill out from around her muzzle and down her chin. Another powerful spurt followed the first and strengthened the flow of seed, causing it to drip from her chin onto the ground beneath them. With each pulse and throb, Kayin shuddered and tensed like never before, his breath quiet and gaspy, his body filled with an indescribable pleasure that made him scrunch his eyes and flex every muscle. The fox girl hadn't been expecting such a huge load, however, and inevitably she had to pull back, taking a quick gasp for air as another arc of young seed splattered across her face, causing her to squint one eye. It oozed over her eyelid and down to her chin, coalescing with the rest, and with a smirk the angled the cock down with her still stroking hands, pointing it towards her flat, animal chest. As if on command, the zebra's cock throbbed eager near-ropes of cum directly onto her fur, staining and messing up her body with his virgin seed.

The potency and sheer volume of the 9-year-old's finale was enough to make even Shiloh and the rhino pause, if only for a moment, to watch the display. Shiloh had never really considered Kayin much of a friend-- the zebra was, frankly, a bit of a buzzkill a lot of the time thanks to the otter's childish, impulsive nature-- yet the 11-year-old couldn't peel his eyes away from that throbbing horsecock, that filled him with a sense of not only curiosity and excitement, but also some mild jealousy. Between his legs, his stiff 6-inch cock twitched up and down, readily leaking with pre-cum as a stark contrast to Kayin's bone-dry output pre-orgasm, inspired and aroused by the sight of his 'friend's' cock. The two males stared speechless for barely a handful of moments, with Shiloh's hand absently stroking that spit-slickened, exotic cock back and forth, before the 11-year-old felt a hand on his shoulder, encouraging him to turn his attention back to the task at hand. Shiloh, of course, obliged.

When the rhino had said he was close, he wasn't kidding; as the otter returned his tongue and lips to the man's cock and picked up speed again with his hands, the rhino very quickly began to huff, sucking in a breath and pushing his hips out against the boy's roaming hands and mouth, grunting under his breath and muttering something that even the otter couldn't pick up. Moments later, Shiloh got a load of his own, though it was nowhere near his mouth at first-- it shot out in a thick arc that splattered across the plush carpet, and it was swiftly followed by another messy streak before the 11-year-old could move. The otter, however, did rapidly pull himself into position in front of that twitching cock so that he could catch the cum for himself, just like the fox woman had.

"That's it..." The rhino muttered, grinning from cheek to cheek at the sight of the 11-year-old growing messy from the male's orgasm; each subsequent spurt and throb painted in front in a stocky few webs of seed that dribbled down his chest and stomach and split, seeping down into the crease of his inner thighs. Shiloh huffed quietly as he opened his mouth to catch a few strands, his face hot and his chest aching with an unfamiliar feeling, but when that salty liquid hits his tongue, he shudders and recoils, making a noise of half-complaint, half-surprise. Above him, the adult male sighed and groaned, rolling his hips forward and sliding his cock until the tip reached the otter's muzzle, another smaller splatter of cum trailing the 11-year-old's lips. Shiloh's first instinct was to lick his lips, and he thought he'd regret it-- however, the second taste of the man's seed wasn't nearly as bad as the first...he might have even enjoyed it.

For a few moments, no one said anything. Kayin was a panting mess, his cheeks flushed and his chest rising and falling rapidly, but it inevitably slowed over time as he caught his breath and relaxed. His gaze was fixated on the fox beneath him, covered in the fruits of her labours, and the 9-year-old didn't quite know what to say. Did he enjoy it? Of course, he'd never felt anything like it before...but those unfamiliar feelings also scared him, just a little bit. To his right, Shiloh slowly rose from his knelt position and the rhino in front of him, sagging a little from the exhaustion of his climax, reached out and grasped the cub's 6-inch cock, giving it a few strokes. The otter instinctively pushed his hips forward and raised his hands, curling them into fists as he let out a few squeaks of mixed delight and surprise, but the rhino didn't grope him for long; just as quick as he'd fondled him, he let him go.

"You're messy," He remarked, almost matter-of-factly, before he made a gesture past him towards the zebra and the fox. "Aileen, do we have any towels?"

"No," She pursed her muzzle, briefly licking her lips of cum as she looked around the dimly lit room, still playing with Kayin's now limping member with her fingers. "I can take them to the hot springs, that'll clean them right up."

"Good idea," The Rhino looked back to the otter, admiring the messy sight of him. "Wouldn't be a good idea to have his teacher see him like this..."

"She won't mind." Shiloh lied, but there wasn't really much he could do to convince the adult, who gave him a very knowing smile. He made a gesture and the otter groaned, getting to his feet, as the fox did the same, tenderly sliding an arm around the zebra's own to keep him close to her-- she was clearly quite smitten. The otter grumbled and rose, realising there was no way he was going to worm his way into staying, at least for the moment. The rhino sensed his displeasure and smirked, reaching up to cup the boy's chin.

"When you're all nice and clean, little otter pup, you can come back," He licked his lips, raking his gaze up and down. "I'd like to see more."

"Okay! Then can you show me how to do that thing you were doing before?" Shiloh asked excitedly, and Kayin had no idea what he was talking about. The rhino seemed to understand and laughed, nodding along. With the otter placated, the fox gestured the 11-year-old to follow and she coaxed Kay along in turn, leading them back out the way they came.

The courtyard beyond was as bustling as it had been before, but that wasn't surprising, considering it had only been an hour, maybe less. Neither of the boys were sure where the woman was leading them, but Kayin, at least, took the time to glance around as they walked, his gaze trailing across the other people at the Springs. He could see some of his classmates, though it was hard to tell what some of them were doing-- it was clear, though, that even the ones who were hesitant to get undressed before were now fully nude and enjoying themselves...and with what little experience he now had, the young zebra could spot what he assumed to be interested glanced from some of the others, men and women alike.

The fox abruptly took a turn to the right and the sheepish, shy zebra followed, adjusting his glasses with a free hoof as they moved out from the beneath the ceiling above and into the sun of the massive courtyard of the springs beyond. Shiloh quickly followed along behind them and fell into a rhythm beside the fox as she directed them towards what looked to be a pool seated within the grass and dirt. Its outer edge was composed of sleek brick marble, and a structure on one send helped to keep a steady flow of water-- for all intents and purposes, it might as well have been a hot spring, but the lack of any steam combined with the sun shining overhead more or less confirmed it to be a place to keep cool, rather than the opposite.

"Jump on in, boys." The fox didn't hesitate to loosen herself from the zebra, approaching the edge and dropping in without hesitation. The water only came up to her neck, and for a moment the boys were bewildered; on the other side of the pool was a large and imposing hippo woman, and she was just as submerged as the significantly smaller fox. Kayin thought to ask, but it was Shiloh who spoke up first.

"Is that hippo really short?" He pointed and blurted out without any conscience. For a moment, silence fell upon them, and those sitting in the pool-- A couple of rabbits and horses, bar the hippo-- stared at the 11-year-old. Kayin could feel the second-hand embarrassment and scooted to the side, acting as if he didn't know the boy. After a few moments, however, laughter erupted amongst those lounging in the pool; even the fox giggled, covering her mouth with amusement.

"No, silly boy," She laughed. "It's deeper at one end."

"O...Oh." Shiloh's face visibly flushed a darker shade of red and he awkwardly approached the pool, dropping inside beside the fox-- unlike her, he briefly disappeared beneath the surface, and remerged moments later gasping for air. He didn't look unfazed, however, and instead glanced over his shoulder to the zebra, wondering if he was going to follow. Kayin was apprehensive-- he didn't like showing off his intimate parts in public, especially around strangers-- but he did eventually approach, crouching down and swinging his legs into the water...but unlike the 11-year-old, Kay decided to just sit on the ledge.

"Had a bit of fun, did you, Aileen?" One of the bunnies remarked as they scooted behind them and pulled themselves up out of the water and onto the edge of the pool. They were a male, with wet grey fur, and they kept to the side of the pool that the cubs were hanging around at, given their size. The fox, Aileen, waved a hand at the two of them as if dismissing their question, but she giggled and answered it anyway.

"This kid's quite the firehose, if you know what I mean." She grinned from cheek to cheek and looked up at Kayin, whose gaze met hers rather quickly as he looked between who was talking.

"That's equines for ya." One of the horses spoke halfway down the pool, a more jet black colour all over compared to the striped 9-year-old. His gaze openly admired the cub from a distance and Kay felt put on the spot, but he didn't say anything-- at most, all he did was avert his gaze from Aileen's own.

There was a quiet silence, if only for a little bit, where none of them really knew what to say. It was clear the adults enjoyed the silence, and to the zebra's left, Aileen casually splashed water on herself to clean off the mess the 9-year-old had made-- just the thought of it had the cub blushing. If there was one person that disliked the quiet, however, it was Shiloh; the excitable, high-energy otter couldn't really resist swimming around in the water, for it was his natural habitat. He didn't travel far, however, and only really stuck to the shallow end, where his feet could easily touch the bottom if he wanted. Kayin watched him for a bit, but most of his attention was diverted to the fox, who had drawn herself closer to him, amused by his shyness.

The otter drifted, heading closer towards the two rabbits who were sitting not too far away. Neither of them really paid attention to the boy at first-- the one sitting on the spring's edge had his head rolled back and was looking up at the ceiling, and the other was relaxing with their eyes closed. Shiloh looked between them, his snout and mouth dipped low beneath the water, until his gaze drifted upon the raised rabbit's crotch, his eyes trailing the outline of his fuzzy nuts and small, barely visibly sheath, hidden away within his white fur.

"Wow, your thingy looks the same as mine." The otter remarked, causing the rabbit to startle. The other, a little darker furred than the other, turned their head in the boy's direction and the two males chuckled, albeit for potentially different reasons. The rabbit sitting in front of him shifted and spread his legs a little, showing himself off whilst he tilted his head to the side, observing where the otter looked.

"Sure does, kid," The rabbit stretched his legs out, kicking his feet out from the water, before scratching around his stomach. "Mm, I need to pee...babe?"

The other rabbit perked up at his words and moved, sliding across the water and reaching up to run a wet hand over the top of his head, making sure his short fur stayed smooth. He scooted close to the otter and Shiloh instinctively moved to the side, looking between the two as the rabbit settled in between the other's legs-- to the naive 11-year-old, he assumed it was just more of what he'd done before...but what did pee have to do with it?

"Um, what're you doing?" Shiloh asked, raising himself up in the water a little, and the darker-furred rabbit turned his head slightly to look at the boy out the corner of his eye, a smile spreading across his flat-ish muzzle. Bemused by the otter's naivety, he decided to answer him.

"Just having a drink...if you know what I mean." He was vague, but Shiloh caught on rather quickly, surprisingly. The otter's eyes widened and his muzzle visibly wrinkled-- it was no surprise the 11-year-old's first instinct was to be grossed out, considering what it was. He covered his mouth and laughed like a boyish child, and the two rabbits exchanged a glance.

"Does it taste good?" Shiloh abruptly asked, but it seemed like it was something the males were expecting him to say. The darker rabbit turned, grabbing Shiloh by the shoulder and moving to the side, so that the cub could move into the position he was just in. Shiloh looked between them sheepishly and Kayin watched with a peculiarly intense gaze from a distance, squirming and putting his legs together to cover himself; he was still a little nervous about showing himself off, after all.

"Open wide, kid," The light-furred rabbit trailed a hand down his front and across his wet chest and stomach, until he settled the creased curve between his thumb and index finger gently on top of his sheath, pushing it down and angling it towards the otter's muzzle. Shiloh, curious yet a little apprehensive, slowly opened his mouth as his eyes fixated themselves on the little pink tip sliding out from his fuzzy little housing. Only a centimetre or so made itself known, but that was all that was needed; after a moment of quiet, tense silence, a little trickle began to form, slowly at first, but rapidly straightening over time. Clear fluid, as hydrated as could be, dripped and eventually streamed from the rabbit's mostly flaccid cock, at first only landing in the water between them, but eventually becoming steady enough to reach the young otter.

Shiloh was wary, to say the least, but his curiosity outweighed any lessons he'd learnt from his parents. The warm liquid hit his chest at first, but quickly reached his chin and up to his muzzle. It sloshed across his tongue and he got to taste it for the first time; his first instinct was to recoil, and he did so, if only for a fraction of a second. The darker-furred rabbit's hand on his shoulder encouraged him to go back, but he wasn't the deciding factor...frankly, it didn't really taste as bad as he thought it was going to. In fact, he kind of liked it-- something about doing it made Shiloh feel all tingly. As the 11-year-old leant forwards again, the rabbit's piss caught his tongue and sloshed all the way to the back of the cub's throat, where Shiloh swallowed and gulped, his chest and cheeks feeling hot. Beside him, the rabbit in the water reached out and stroked along the cub's shoulders and around to his back, shifting in the water so that he was behind him.

All the while, Kayin watched, morbidly curious. Though it didn't look like it, the zebra was just as keen to 'explore' new things as Shiloh was-- he was just rather shy about it. Seeing his friend readily trying out something he would have considered before, and in such a position to, was...strangely hot to the 9-year-old. His loins tingled just from the sight and as he squirmed, the fox beside him sensed his arousal. Kayin glanced at her as she shifted, moving within the water and turning towards him, putting one wet hand on his knee.

"Isn't that gross?" Kayin asked. "It's getting all in the water..."

"Don't worry," Aileen smiled at him with a lidded gaze, her fingers dancing across his young leg. "There's filters under the water, and that little stream over there puts fresh water in. Like a cycle."

"Oh. Then, u-um..." Kayin continued awkwardly, his gaze glancing from her, to Shiloh, then to his own knew and back again. "C...Can we try that, then? Uh, please."

The fox's eyes widened at his request, but the way she smiled made it clear she was into it. She placed her other free hand on Kayin's opposite knee and slowly pushed, spreading his pinched legs apart to reveal the 9-year-old's steadily growing horsecock, which was enough to make the other horses pause, surprised by his length at such a young age-- if even they were shocked, then he must be something special...but of course, Aileen knew that. With a smirk, she dropped her head down until her nose ran beneath his half-hard cock, trailing it along the underside until her muzzle reached the flared end. She drew her hands inwards, grabbing it in both hands like before, but she time she paused, looking up at him expectantly. Kayin knew what she wanted, and though he was a little shy about peeing in front of other people-- moreso with the other two equine's eyes upon him-- he tried his best, sucking in a breath and relaxing his lower half.

At first, all that came was a tiny little dribble, and a quiet huff escaped the cub's lips as he tried to push it out with a little more force. The fox bowed her head a little and dragged her tongue up the tip of his flared end, scooping up the clear pee as she went and causing the boy to stiffen rapidly under her assault. For a moment the flow halted and stuttered as his young cock throbbed, but after a few moments, it began again, this time with a little more force. The pee trickled right into her mouth and dribbled down the sides of her mouth, towards her chin and down her neck. She encouraged him to continue with the occasional gentle squeeze, and with a shudder and a quiet moan, the boy continued, flexing his pelvis muscles to push on his bladder-- he didn't know how to do it exactly, for the feeling was instinctive, but it helped to push it out further, enough for it to start to form a stream. The combined tension and dizzying arousal made Kayin's mind feel heavy and foggy with a feeling he couldn't quite describe, nor could he really vocalise it, other than the few groans and huffs of pleasure. 

Unlike Shiloh, Aileen kept her adult muzzle pursed to his cock to guzzle and gulp every last drop, whilst the otter, floating in the water not too far away, let the rabbit pee all over his front, catching only a fraction of it into his mouth-- he rarely gulped any of it and instead let it swill along his tongue before drooling out down his chin and dripping into the water below, where it blended easily in with the clear ripples. Behind the 11-year-old, the darker-furred rabbit, stroked his shoulders and slid his hands down to the cub's sides, groping sensually across his ribs in a way that almost made Shiloh laugh, mainly because it felt ticklish. When the rabbit's hands moved down beneath the water to his hips, however, he paused and pushed his own body forwards, pressing his chest and crotch to the cub's back. He kneaded and rolled his hips in the water, paddling with his feet and gently nudging a very obvious, twitching mass against the otter's wagging rudder. The 11-year-old tensed, registering the rabbit's intentions only barely, but he kept his main focus on the one in front of him, whose stream of piss was slowly beginning to die down-- a small rabbit like him had only so big of a bladder, after all.

"Good boy," The rabbit murmured as his pink cock slid further from his sheath, the trickles of piss trailing down the underside of his member to his fuzzy sheath. "Why don't you come clean me off?"

Shiloh needed no encouragement; he'd already tried tasting someone's dick before, and he kind of liked it, plus this was one remarkably smaller and potentially easier to manage-- he wondered how it might taste differently when completely in his mouth, mixed with the pee no less. The otter didn't even need to scoot forwards in the water; the rabbit behind him pushed and helped to drift him towards the edge, following along behind him as his grinding intensified. Shiloh reached out to put his hands on the rabbit's legs, mostly to steady himself, and a hand on the top of his head from the male above him helped to guide the 11-year-old's head to the adult's cock. Shiloh's muzzle met with the cone-shaped dick rather quickly and he took it into his mouth in an instant, letting it slide along his tongue, all the way to the back of his throat in one fell swoop. The rabbit above him sighed and his wet fingers curled amongst the messy tuft of Shiloh's headfur, and the otter felt the member against his tongue swell and grow rapidly, though not much more than it had already. It just barely nudged the back of the cub's throat and he could easily take it all, whilst his tongue had room to wiggle and smear the underside, pleasuring it in turn.

Kayin, for a moment, had his eyes focused on his friend's 'antics', if one could even call it that, before he turned his attention back to Aileen. Unlike the rabbit, Kayin didn't have much to give; his teacher had insisted everyone use the bathroom at the previous stop before they'd shown up at the springs, and Kay hadn't been thirsty before. In a matter of moments, the little stream that he made dwindled into nothing but a few droplets, and for good measure the fox suckled, slathering the end of his flared cock in spit and pursing with her muzzle to try and draw the last of it out-- that, however, only succeeded in making the cub harder, and his member swelled and grew rapidly from her touch and tongue, reaching its impressive 9-inches on more.

"Thanks for the drink, dear," Aileen had predicted his arousal and suddenly let him go, putting her hands on the edges of the pool and rising from the water, drawing herself up over him. "Let's give you a little reward for being such a good boy, shall we?"

"U-Um...!" Kayin didn't quite know what to make of what she said; the innuendos more or less went over his head completely. Aileen, however, took the reigns of the situation; as she rose up, she pushed with her body and forced him to lean back, giving her purchase on the edge. His legs instinctively tucked inwards and she spread hers in kind, planting her knees on the edges of the spring-- once steady, she put a hand on his chest and slowly, yet firmly, pushed him back, forcing him to lay down. The 9-year-old's back touched with the cool concrete built around the spring, and he watched from below as the fox scooted her body up, squishing his black horsecock between them. The female deliberately pushed and pressed her delicate and noticeably slick entrance against the underside of his member, bumping it across his medial ring and back again, over and over, making the zebra shudder and groan. She slowly moved after a few gyrating motions, tucking her legs forward and planting her feet against the concrete. She lifted herself up into a squat and put a hand on Kayin's chest, reaching down with the other to guide the cub's twitching, 9-inch length towards her crotch. She kneaded the flared end against her wet entrance, the squish of fluids resounding in the air, before she slowly pushed and let it enter her. The zebra sucked in a breath and rolled his head back-- it was like heaven had descended upon him, and his prey instincts told him to thrust, pushing up against her. In turn, she slid down, squatting her body low until her pussy kissed with his pelvis, locking her there and pushing the flared end of his cock deep into her insides.

Shiloh, meanwhile, was more or less used from both sides. Whilst he dutifully did his best to please the rabbit in front of him, the one behind him had inevitably found its mark. That cone-shaped cock beneath the water, that had once smeared and pressed against the base of the otter's tail, slowly pulled back and teased underneath it as the rabbit's legs swung forwards, giving him some much-needed movement. His member slipped beneath and easily found the cub's hole, and though the boy wasn't even lubed up, the bunny's slender cock entered him with ease. The 11-year-old felt a pang of discomfort at first, but it was quickly drowned out by a peculiar pleasure as the cock sunk deeper and a hand wrapped around his front to grab at his sizeable member. The darker-furred rabbit thrust and stroked his hand down at the same time, lapsing into a steady rhythm that stimulated the cub from both ends, making him moan around the cock in his mouth. The hand atop his head kept his firmly against that twitching length and the other rabbit, still sitting on the edge of the pool, rolled his hips against the 11-year-old's mouth, gently thrusting and pumping into him.

"That's it, good boy..." The rabbit murmured, closing his eyes and moaning under his breath as the otter's head continued to bob and suckle. The rabbit behind him kept his steady rhythm, but his shaky breath and grunts of pleasure made it clear he was going to speed up soon-- and he did, rather quickly at that. His underwater humps steadily picked up over time, and his moans shifted into pleasured grunts the more his cock pistoned in and out.

Atop Kayin, the female fox moved, rolling her hips and massaging the cub's cock inside of her. To him, it was an immense and indescribable pleasure; he'd never felt anything like it before, and the warmth that tenderly squeezed around the entirety of his cock made him putty in her hands, metaphorically speaking. The zebra didn't know where to place his hands and settled with laying them across his own chest as he whimpered, rolling his head back and closing his eyes, just to bask in the overwhelming sensation. Aileen greatly enjoyed seeing him like that, and as she rolled her body, she started to raise and lower it in her squatting position, lifting herself on his cock and pushing back down to thrust it into her. The zebra's first instinct was to push up against her, but the hand on his chest, that his own hands were laid over the top of, kept him firmly to the ground. Each movement of her hips had him gasping and letting out quiet, boyish moans, before a sudden feeling washed over him that made him feel peculiar...and yet, it was familiar.

"I-I'm gonna pee--" The words escaped him before he could think about how embarrassing they were, but it was too late, regardless; a shudder rolled through him as he sucked in a breath, lifting his legs as his balls tucked against his body. His cock twitched and throbbed inside her, and in response to his owns Aileen pushed her hips down and sighed. Both of them could feel the turgid pulsing of his member, and the warmth that followed could only indicate one thing; his orgasm. The fox huffed her delight and wiggled her hips, encouraging him to put out a little more as she took the 9-year-old's virginity. He busted explosively in her, painting her inner walls with his near-copious amounts of cum-- there was so much that it began to seep out of her, oozing around the base of Kayin's cock and trickling down his balls, much to the delight of those watching. The 9-year-old flopped his head back and sagged his legs, panting tiredly, spent and exhausted.

In the water, the otter began to moan and whimper with a greater intensity around that cock he so dutifully sucked and slurped. It wasn't the act of blowing the rabbit that stirred him so much, but it was the hand on his cock, combined with the spiking pleasure that he felt deep inside of him, that brought him closer to the brink-- and rapidly, too. His groans of pleasure quickly turned more and more intense, and before he knew it, he was climaxing into the water; little ropes of seed, not as readily oozing as his initial pre-cum, trickled and spurted, drifting in the water until they were sucked up by the filter, disappearing from sight. The rabbit continued to thrust within him, pleasured by the otter's periodically squeezing inner walls, and it was all he needed to orgasm as well. Just a handful of moments after the 11-year-old bust, the darker-furred rabbit did the same, slowing his thrusts and plunging as deep as he could. Despite his orgasm, Shiloh continued to bob his head, hoping to bring the other male to his release as well-- he inevitably got his wish, for the rabbit's breathing started to heave. 

"That's it, take it all..." The rabbit let out a long sigh as his orgasm approached, his hand pushing the otter further down, his cock twitching against his tongue. He panted and huffed, and after a few moments he bust; spurts of cum shot right into the back of the otter's throat and the 11-year-old squeezed his eyes shut, still apprehensive about the taste, yet still eager to please. He gulped what he could, but there ultimately wasn't much; though he was still young and a little naive, he managed to swallow every last drop, much to the rabbit's delight. The hand atop his head eventually relaxed over time as the male's orgasm begins to fade, and he eventually removed his hand entirely, leaning back and propping himself up with his arms. He rolled his head back and just enjoyed the feeling, and the otter took the time to pull back, taking in a deep breath as the male behind him tugged him close and cuddled his back.

"Mm..." Aileen sagged forwards and slid her hand from the zebra's front, planting them on either side of him. "You two boys here on a field trip? Don't see many kids round here."

"Y-Yeah," Kayin mumbled. "Um, just for today, I think."

"Good," A grin spread across the female's face as she leant up. "I've got plenty more friends for you two to meet...and I'm sure they'll like you very much."

The zebra gulped, but Shiloh perked up, tired but excited. The 9-year-old sagged his head to the side and stared across the courtyard of the springs to see one of their classmates, a small deer girl, standing beside a group of older men. She wasn't nearly as naked, or as used, as he was, but it was clear that they were trying to butter her up. Kayin had to wonder if his other classmates were going through a similar thing or if they were just enjoying themselves and exploring in groups.

Either way, he had a feeling there'd be a lot more in store from Aileen's words...though honestly, he didn't mind all that much. Shiloh was, for sure, very excited to enjoy more.