Could one have too much fun on a school trip? Spoilsports might argue that there's a fine line between 'fun' and 'taking things for granted', but for two young students of Tough Acorns Middle School, there was no such as too much fun...and, as they were beginning to learn, there were more ways to have fun than just pranks, making jokes and running around.

They were barely an hour into their trip, and both Shiloh and Kayin were spent, in more ways than one. As they sat on the edge of the pool, trying to catch their breath, they felt the eyes of all of those around them. The 11-year-old otter, Shiloh, was enamoured with their eyes on his butt-naked form; his fur was dotted with a mixture of both dry and wet cum, and his hazel eyes glinted in the sunlight overhead as he leant back to enjoy the warmth of its rays, revealing himself to just about everyone nearby at the same time. Some of them looked with temptation and delight, whilst others with amusement at his naked and distinctly used, sexually marked features-- part of him relished their gaze on him, but another part of him also wanted badly to get clean. He was a little tingly all over and needed just a moment of downtime-- the fox, Aileen, had promised more fun for them soon and had already left to go and find them.

The Zebra, however, would have loved nothing more than to sleep. His energy had been all but sapped, and his 9-year-old striped body was messy and used. He hadn't expected such a warm welcome at the Mystic Springs Oasis, the destination of their trip, but part of him had liked what they'd done to him. To ride him, stroke him all over and pleasure him had been a wild and tantalising experience, as well as frightening. Long gone were his thoughts of it being a normal, average nudism recreational centre...now, both he and Shiloh believed it was something more, and whilst one of them was apprehensive, the other was taking it in his stride. Kayin was worried he'd start to act more and more like his brazen friend, but his apprehensiveness to reveal his crotch, despite having been naked for so long already, might be indication enough of how shy he was.

"Come, you two," Someone abruptly approached both boys from behind-- a wolf, with dark fur and standard features. "I've got a place you can get washed up."

The two cubs rose from the courtyard and Shiloh took a moment to look around and see what else was going on as they walked, moving from the courtyard over to somewhere underneath the shade of the upper floor. He could see some of their other classmates wandering about, and a good half of them seemed to be minding their own business, wanting to simply explore and not engage with anyone if they can help it-- clearly, a couple of them were rather shy and didn't want to stare for too long...but surprisingly, the other half of the group of 21 cubs, including them, had embraced the idea of nudity. Bare asses and sheaths bounced around as they moved from place to place, and some of them were enjoying things in the way Shiloh and Kayin had already. The otter couldn't fault them; after trying it out for himself, it was honestly a little addicting.

The two boys followed the wolf through a doorway on the opposite side of the seedy little den they had been in before-- this way was closer to the exit of the naturist facility itself, but it thankfully didn't link up to the exit at all; Kayin, especially, didn't want to see the look on Eleanor's face when she saw them all covered in cum. After barely a handful of steps through a narrow corridor and a sharp right angle later, they arrived in what appeared to be some kind of changing room. It was pretty barren save for the large alcove on the left-hand side that was home to several showers and multiple vents up in the ceiling to catch and extract the steam from the hot water. Pretty much the only other thing in that room were rows of benches for people to sit, and some animals were already sat down towelling themselves off, having plucked them from pigeon holes on the opposite wall. There was even a staff member, they assumed, piling up fresh towels into empty spaces, but they didn't bother to pick up dirty ones.

"Get cleaned up here," The adult insisted. "Don't want the pool getting too dirty, right?"

"Uh-huh." Shiloh agreed and grabbed Kayin by the arm to lead him to the shower. Kayin obliged, of course, mostly because he didn't want to upset people he might potentially see later, whereas Shiloh probably didn't care too much and mostly just wanted to be a little less sticky. To the zebra's surprise, the man didn't follow them, and left swiftly after showing them the showers to go and do his own thing. A wave of relief washed over Kayin's body at the thought of some time to catch his breath, but that wasn't necessarily going to happen; the showers were packed with all manner of prey and predator species, pretty much all mammals, and none of them were even close to covering themselves. When they stepped into the shower alcove, there was only really one available, at least at that moment-- as they stepped under the shower head and Shiloh pushed the button to run the water, the cubicle to their right opened up. Kayin was tempted to go and use it for himself, but he was a little apprehensive to be on his own, even if they would be less than a metre apart.

Shiloh had to admit, it was nice to finally get to wash off his body, and the eye candy wasn't so bad either. His gaze drifted across the showers and settled on some of the nicer-looking gentleman, which was predominantly horses, zebras and other equine-related mammals-- they were always so incredibly tall and well-built, with thick, toned asses and ample-sized cocks, though at that moment a lot of them were shrunken away within their sheaths...if that's what they were even called. As he ran his hands over his cum-covered body, he even glanced at Kayin, his eyes travelling down the 9-year-old's body; despite the two-year age difference, they were roughly the same height thanks to their genes, and Kayin had a similar-looking 'sheath' to his horsecock that made it just look like a little disc of flesh sitting above his small balls. He tried not to stare too much, but Kayin wasn't even paying attention anyway, trying his best to scrub every bit of salty seed out of his fur.

As the 11-year-old otter finished pressing his fur with water to squeeze out the moisture and the cum from other men, he turned his head to see a tall and imposing caramel-coloured horse step underneath the once-empty shower unit next to them, quickly turning it on like he'd been there multiple times. Unlike them, he didn't appear to be marked with all manner of bodily fluids, but he did look distinctly sweaty and a little out of breath. They must have been either doing yoga or something, but there was honestly still so much about the Mystic Springs that both boys didn't know about.

It didn't take long for the horse to notice Shiloh staring, and a grin crossed the man's muzzle when their eyes met. The man had sparkling blue eyes that twinkled with amusement when Shiloh quickly averted his gaze, and the taller male leant over and put a hand on the tiled wall, getting himself a little closer to the two boys-- there was no kind of wall, glass or otherwise, between the shower heads, allowing him easy access to gawk at them as much as Shiloh had been in kind.

"Hey, kids," He smirked, looking from Kayin to Shiloh, his gaze mostly lingering on the shorter, lither otter boy. "Caught you starin', didn't I? How're you enjoying the springs?"

"It's...interesting, mister." The otter did his best to be 'polite', but his gaze kept glancing down every so often, his curiosity getting the better of him. The man seemed to notice, and made a point of pretending to adjust himself, his hand running down to cup his balls, his fingers curling around the base of his sack to pronounce them and make the flesh of his hanging balls shiny and alluring. Shiloh felt his mouth go dry at the sight, but he couldn't quite understand why-- he was, after all, only 11 years old, and the idea of who he might be attracted to hadn't been fully cemented within him yet.

"Interesting, huh? What part do you like about it?" He asked, his voice lowering a little so that he didn't attract the attention of other people showering nearby, though it didn't really matter. "The activities or the eye candy?"

"I, uh..." Shiloh sheepishly grinned, feeling confident. "The eye candy."

"Shiloh...!" Kayin warned, looking decidedly nervous, but all the horse above them did was laugh, amused by the otter's eagerness. He reached out, running a finger down the side of Shiloh's wet face and towards his chin, forcing him to look up a little more. The otter felt the warmth rise to his cheeks when the horse pierced him with such an intimidating and strangely horny gaze, before the man eventually let him go, leaning up against the shower wall with his forearm.

"Well, that's mighty kind of you, kid," He smirked. "I think you deserve a reward for being such a natural flirt, don't you?"

"Um..." Shiloh looked from the horse's face down to his body, with those light brown coloured pecs and slim, athletic stomach, all the way to his crotch. The man had loosened his own grip around his balls and moved up towards the disc of his flaccid horsecock, running a finger around the flared, peculiar-shaped end. A little coaxing is all it took for his member to grow, pushing out from where it normally lay dormant and rapidly swelling under his own touch. Shiloh's eyes widened as the member grew bigger and bigger, at first limp like a noodle until it reach its full length, where it had a bit of heft and power to it-- it still swung mostly pointed downwards, but the occasional twitch caused it to wildly swing forwards, getting incredibly close to Shiloh's chest and hovering mere inches from it before it swung back down. Just the sight of it alone was incredible.

Shiloh didn't even need to be told what to do; he reached out of his own accord and cupped his hands around the twitching, flared member, his fingers running from the smooth upper half of the length down towards the medial ring. The cock throbbed and surged to a near-horizontal angle under his touch, and the man groaned his approval, withdrawing his own hand and putting it on his hips as he watched the cub go to work. Kayin, on the other hand, wanted nothing to do with it-- he kept to the side and continued to clean himself, wanting to be meticulous in his efforts...but no amount of willpower could stop him from occasionally looking, curious yet uncomfortable.

"That's it, kid..." The horse sighed and relished the feeling of those small hands on his cock as Shiloh explored casually, moving his tiny fingers from the base of the man's member and up his length, passing back over the ring and touching along the throbbing veins of the twitching length until he reached the tip. The small hole in the flared flat end was already oozing little translucent dollops of pre-cum, stuff that Shiloh had seen before when he was pleasuring the Rhino, and the temptation to taste it was difficult to ignore. He found himself lowering his head just a little, grabbing the cock with both hands to angle it further up so he could run his tongue from the bottom to the top of the tip of the adult's cock. The way it twitched and surged with blood in his hands made him feel like he was doing a good job, but it was the horse's groans of approval that really cemented it. He couldn't help but to stroke his hands down the flesh and feel the way it tugged and resisted being pulled about, but the way he massaged the muscles underneath with such a simple swipe of his hands alone was clearly well received, given the way the horsecock vividly spasmed under his touch.

The man enjoyed Shiloh's touch, of course, but he was also impatient and greedy. At the cub roamed and explored his loins, the man's hands cupped under the cub's chin and around to his cheeks, rubbing the boy's ears between his fingers and thumb-- he probably wanted to go lower, but if he did then his cock would be out of reach. Instead, he nudged his hips forward against Shiloh's muzzle so that the flared end of his cock smeared and pressed against his barely parted young lips, trying to indicate what he wanted to see out of the adventurous, eager otter. Shiloh was hesitant at first-- that flare was thick and looked difficult to swallow-- but he also wanted to experiment for himself. He slowly opened his muzzle and sucked in a breath as he tried to stretch his jaw as much as he could, leveraging the flared end into his mouth with some difficulty. Kayin watched from the side, his eyes wide open, and his own equine member slowly hardening from the sight alone.

The man muttered something under his breath, far too quiet for Shiloh or Kayin to hear over the roaring noise of the showers, and on the opposite side of the alcove the other adults, all men, watched and stared, some with intrigue and others with arousal. Shiloh didn't even notice any other men watching; all his attention was squarely on that delicious cock in front of him, and his efforts to fit it into his muzzle. The flare had someone managed to slip past his teeth, but his jaw ached just from keeping it open as wide as he could, the muscles along his chin begging for rest-- his desire and intrigue, however, far outweighed that feeling. He pushed, letting the cock slide along his throat, and he felt the man's hand curl up to rest between his ears, stroking and encouraging him to go deeper and deeper. Shiloh groaned under his breath, the hum of his arousal and efforts reverberating around the length of the member.

"Damn, you're a natural." The horse grunted, resisting the urge to roll his hips into the otter's mouth, but he didn't get to do much more, for the sudden clacking of hooves caught his attention. The man swung his head over his shoulder to look behind him and grinned when he spotted someone familiar. Shiloh didn't know what he was doing, his face too buried in the man's crotch to see, but Kayin was observing out the corner of his eye, his fur long since clean as he absently and awkwardly rubbed his hand across his chest and stomach, his own 9-inch horsecock stiffening and swinging up and down with boyish need. From the side appeared another horse, this one jet black with the occasional lighter grey markings across its neck and shoulders like a Nordic-style mantle, and he clasped the caramel-furred man on the shoulder, looking down at the otter.

"Damn, looks like you're having fun, Merric." The new horse commented, speaking directly to his friend, whose face they could finally put to a name. The caramel-coloured man laughed, rolling his head back and nudging his hips ever so slightly forwards, causing Shiloh to briefly shift back, not wanting to take more than necessary.

"Kid's got such a warm mouth, man," He groaned his pleasure, the other horse clasping a hand on his friend's shoulder. "You gotta try him for yourself, Sal."

"I just might," Sal chuckled, stepping forwards and awkwardly looking down at Kayin before he squeezed himself in between the two boys, wanting to get access to the otter's back. "Oh, sorry kid. Do you mind?"

"N-No, sorry." Kayin instinctively backed off and stepped away to find another shower to use, watching out the corner of his eye as the clearly horny horse, Sal, moved into position behind the cub, his body already squatting and his hands greedily reaching down to cup the boy's cheeks, fumbling around before his fingers delved under his tail. The otter squeaked, shifting and wagging his tail in delight as he pushed his mouth a little further down Merric's member, before he slowly slid back, grunting as he strained to keep his jaw open. His muzzle pulled back far enough to meet the flared end of the man's cock again, feeling it snag on the back of his teeth, and he shuddered as he felt a finger roam around his behind, finding his hole and pushing upwards to prove and press at his entrance. Kayin stayed to the side; he didn't want to interrupt, and he also didn't really want to join in, either.

Shiloh shuddered, squirming briefly once more as he was lifted off the ground by the horse's hands, his heavy grip cradling his hips as he brought him up closer and closer to his muzzle, licking his lips in anticipation. Manoeuvring him whilst he was still bowing down on Merric's cock was dangerous, but the more he was lifted, the easier it ultimately was for the other horse to angle his length, pointing it upwards the further Shiloh was raised. In the end, the cub could practically take the cock with a little help from gravity alone, but Sal had no intention of taking him much higher. Instead, his muzzle pressed down against the 11-year-old's behind, his tongue roaming and exploring as his tongue slid around the cub's taut little asshole in circles, wanting the taste the flesh of his insides and lube it up for his own desires. Could an 11-year-old take such a large cock? Shiloh wasn't sure-- frankly, neither were the two adult men, either...but that didn't mean Sal wasn't going to try.

Sal went to town on the young Otter's ass, his tongue slurping from the bottom to the top, where there were no remnants of what lewd antics Shiloh had done before, though Sal didn't even know if he had done any. All the horse yearned for was to explore and lube up the cub's ass, his cock already erect and eager to stuff itself deep into him. Shiloh couldn't help but groan around the cock in his mouth, his cute little pucker spasming and squeezing each time the tongue rolled and circled around his hole. He clenched, eagerly anticipating what the black horse might do next, but at the moment he put most of his attention on the cock in front of him. By that point, pre-cum had oozed around the surface of the horsecock, at least in his mouth, and his swirling tongue that had desperately been trying to reach every available inch slurped up the pre-seed that smeared it around at the same time. Each throb, each twitch, spurted even more of that translucent fluid, up into the otter's throat, where it bounced back onto his tongue and cock and oozed down the member, slickening it up some more.

The horses inevitably grew impatient, or at least one of them did; as his tongue plunged and stuffed against the hole, trying to push past the tight pucker, Sal eventually pulled back and raised himself up, lowering the Otter as he did so until his own turgid horsecock lined up perfectly with the cub's ass, at first pointed down and snugly pushing up against the otter's narrow cock and balls, before a swing to the right and upwards coaxed his cock into positioning up between the cub's cheeks, dragging up against his tail, with his medial ring nudging and passing over the twitching hole. He grinded for a handful of moments, relishing the way Shiloh's ass wriggled left and right, excited to find out what Sal was going to do, before the black horse slowly pulled back and lined himself up, having to hold Shiloh's hips at arm's length for the flared end of his cock to even reach the cub's hole. He smeared and pressed, rolling his hips back and forth, forced to not use either hand so he didn't inadvertently drop the boy. Thankfully, the twitching surging of his cock, combined with the right angle, caused the flared end of his cock to press squarely to the otter's hole. With a light push, he felt the hole loosen and relax around his intrusion, before it abruptly gripped against as his flared end, threatening to push it back. Sal didn't blame the kid for tensing up; his cock was huge, after all. 

It took some coaxing and relaxing, and some tensed muscles on Sal's part to keep his cock upright, but eventually he managed to sink his member inside-- after a small amount of wriggling, pushing and force, the hole accepted his member as the flare relaxed a little and shrank, giving Shiloh breathing room to take it. A groan escaped Sal's lips at the incredible warmth that the otter's stretchy hole spread around the tip of his cock, and Shiloh squeaked between them, trembling with a mixture of the physical exertion and the excitement. He tried to suck in a breath around the horse's cock in his mouth, but he could barely squeak in a little inhale before the member plunged deeper as Sal thrust forwards; the force of his push made Shiloh sink further onto Merric's member and the caramel horse held him up, his large hands cupped under the otter's armpits whilst Shiloh's hands gripped and squeezed around those thick, manly hips.

With the sheer length and girth of them, the two horsecocks could have met in the middle-- thankfully, such a thing was impossible. Instead, at one point or another, both cocks met some kind of resistance at various points, warning them that they couldn't stick themselves much further inside the 11-year-old, no matter how stretchy and warm he was, without some kind of problem. For those adult men, however, it was all they needed; they slowly started to thrust, easing their bodies back and forth as their sighs of pleasure swiftly turned into grunts of carnal passion, mostly driven by the need to fuck a young and willing hole. Their rhythms were slow but methodical, both eager to bust and get their rocks off, but also cautious enough to not want to damage such a delicate boy beneath them.

Shiloh was dizzy with pleasure; he thought having such a big cock in him would hurt like hell, and there was some discomfort, of course, but more than anything he felt complete bliss. His innards tingled and felt like they were on fire, and his hole seared with how much it had to stretch, but his young cock stood on end at a full, above-average 6 inches, and each thrust of the horse's cock in his ass rubbed against a sensitive spot that made his dick twitch up and down, dripping incredibly tiny droplets of pre-cum. His jaw begged for rest but he pushed through the feeling, his face scrunched up as he pushed down as far as he could, feeling the man thrust in his mouth, the flared end shoving down into his throat. He barely got a moment or two to breathe each time the man slid back, but it was enough. He didn't even know where his friend was by that point; he was sure Sal had nudged him out of the way, but was he still watching? Had he left? The boy couldn't be sure.

What was clear, from the sighs of arousal and pleasure from those around him, is that Shiloh wasn't alone with the two horses-- the changing rooms were used plenty, and whilst he was getting spit-roasted and fucked from both sides, various other mammals were watching the sex unfold, groping themselves or others in the process. Some were joining in on the fun in their own way by grinding up against their fellow mammal, whilst others were content to simply stroke themselves to the sight, moaning under their breath. Shiloh couldn't see them, but he could very much hear them...the mere thought of them watching him get fucked was exciting-- showing off in itself was fun, more so when it was his body and his own manhood. It served to make the pleasure rise, causing his muscles to tense up around the intruding horsecock in his ass whilst he moaned around the one in his mouth, and the two men grunted as if in response.

"That's right, take it all..." Merric groaned, nudging his hips further and further with each thrust, trying to get his cock to slide down into the warm crevice of that throat. Despite the clear and obvious resistance, he tried nonetheless, and the vibration of the otter's groaning forced him to slide back, realising he might be injuring him in his lust. Despite the teething issues of their sex, it was clear that both horses were getting close one way or another, and Merric would be the first to crumble-- pre-cum oozed down Shiloh's chin and onto the floor beneath the running water, and the slick sounds of their sex grew wetter and heavier over time, intermingling with the moans of passion from the other man watching. The more the two men thrust, the louder their moans became, whilst all the while the 11-year-old otter jiggled and tensed between them, his muscles flexing and his dick wildly swinging up and down.

Tickles of pleasure and a rising sensation of tightness and warmth spread across Shiloh's body as they continued, and the once pleasurable yet discomforting feeling of being fucked suddenly became euphoric, sending spiking, intense waves of pleasure up his spine and causing him to squeak and moan around Merric's pistoning cock. His innards flexed, spasmed and clamped down like a vice as a feeling suddenly washed over him, a sensation that he normally attributed to when he was going to cum-- he realised, perhaps a little too late, that he was about to orgasm, but it didn't matter to the two men. As the feeling washed over that young, petite body, the entirety of Shiloh's muscles clamped down and then abruptly relaxed, allowing their horsecocks to slide just a little deeper. Trickles of cum dripped from the 11-year-old's cock and splattered onto the tiled floor, where it was washed away by the water down into the drain. His ass rhythmically squeezed around the thrusting cock in time with the twitching of his own underage member, and that was all Sal needed to bring himself to orgasm too-- as Shiloh silently predicted, however, Merric was first.

A groan ripped through the brown-furred horse as he pushed forwards, his hands shaking as he cradled Shiloh's upper torso, his tail flicking to and fro and his hooves scuffling against the tiles. His balls tucked up against his body and his cock tensed and the veins throbbed with his imminent orgasm, warning Shiloh of what was to come. Moments later, a thick load of seed shot right into the back of the otter's throat and it took everything in him not to immediately cough and splutter, letting it trickle down his throat and another thick and ample spurt soon followed, forcing the first load further down Shiloh's throat. The otter didn't get much chance to swallow, spit or otherwise, for the horse's orgasm came thick and fast, each little push forwards eliciting another ample rope of cum that shot directly into Shiloh's stomach or pooled around the back of his throat, forcing the cub to try and take it. Merric was content to stand there and let the boy nurse his cock, and Shiloh couldn't exactly tell him to pull back...not that he wanted him to, anyway. As nervous as it made him, he was thoroughly enjoying himself.

At Shiloh's back end, the rhythm squeezing of his hole had brought Sal to the same aching climax. Where Shiloh was filled on one end, a signalling groan of pleasure told him he was being filled in the other-- the warmth spread through his stomach and up his spine, meeting with the load that shit down his throat and into his stomach to make his entire body tingle and hum with bliss in the aftermath of his own climax. The feeling of being so warm and full was something that he could only experience in a handful of moments, and he never wanted that feeling to go away. All good things, however, came to an end.

"Fuck..." Sal muttered quietly as he slid back, grunting as his cock tugged and pulled out of that tight little hole until it eventually came free with a lewd 'pop'. Shiloh let out a muffled cry from around Merric's member and his legs stretched out, his hole and insides feeling decidedly empty. Merric, noticing his friend was done, slowly began to slide back too until his flared end caught on the boy's teeth once more. He reached a hand around, cradling the cub's jaw whilst awkward holding him up with the other, and helped to dislodge Shiloh's mouth from his cock. Cum oozed from the otter's open muzzle as Merric pulled back, and relief washed over him when he could finally close his mouth and swallow, able to get some rest despite the wistful feeling of wanting more.

"Damn, you got a nice ass, kid." Sal remarked with a lustful grin, his hands lowering and his body crouching so that the cub could stand on his own two feet-- though, that proved to be a challenge, for Shiloh's body wobbled when he was set down and he had to lean against Merric a little bit until the energy and strength returned to his legs. When it did, he looked around, the two horses already lost in conversation above him. Many were still looking, grinning and smirking their delight at the sight of such a cum-covered, and filled, otter, but there was just one thing on Shiloh's mind: where was Kayin?

For a moment, confusion crossed his features, but he realised at the moment that it'd be better to clean himself up first before looking for his 'friend', though part of him wondered why he even cared at all. As he turned back towards the shower, squashed between two interested yet spent horses, Shiloh felt the cum oozing from his ass, meeting with his ankles and eventually touching the floor, seeping across the tiles in a way that allowed it to get swept up in the running water. It took some effort to clean himself, with some delving hands and a quick run over his front, but he eventually managed it. 

With less seed trickling from him in a way that was noticeable, he bid the two happy horses a quick farewell, waving awkwardly at the other mammals who had been watching him-- he had no doubt he might see them later. He exited the changing room, a little glad to be clean, and quickly began searching for Kayin. As much as their teacher had asked Kayin to watch him, Shiloh was honestly-- and surprisingly-- concerned more about the zebra; Kayin was a shy kid, two years younger than him, and he found it difficult to talk to strangers, let alone say no to them. As he entered the courtyard, he scanned the crowd of people, some fornicating some not, for the young zebra. He saw a couple, but none matching Kayin's height.

Finally, he spotted him; he had been hidden behind a big hulking Rhino at first, but when the man moved out of the way, coaxed by a petite-looking feline, Shiloh could see Kayin standing next to two brown-furred figures in the distance, only a little taller than him. The 11-year-old quickly approached, and as he got closer, the outline of the two other individuals became clearer. They were otters, like him, but they were clearly older and presumably adult, given the bushy upper lip of the one wearing thick, rectangle-shaped spectacles. The other otter was more slim and feminine, with a remarkably pretty face that made even Shiloh pause. Kayin noticed Shiloh approached and looked nervous and awkward-- sadly, Shiloh didn't have the self-awareness to realise that it was because he'd unabashedly started fucking strangers with the zebra nearby.

"This a friend of yours, Kayin?" The male otter spoke first, looking Shiloh up and down, as if scrutinising him. The female otter standing next to him was doing much of the same, but her gaze lingered in all the 'right' places, as it were, and when her eyes finally met his face she smiled in a way that made the colour rise to Shiloh's cheeks.

"O-Oh, yeah, um..." Kayin looked awkward, but didn't refute it. "This is Shiloh. Shiloh, this is, uh, Mr. and Mrs. Otterton."

"Hello." Shiloh greeted them friendlily enough, but his gaze looked between Kayin and the two otters, noticing something was amiss. He trailed his eyes down, acknowledging that Kayin's young cock, substantially bigger than his when erect, was slightly sticking out of his sheath, and the end of it that was now shrunken back towards his 'sheath' glistened with moisture, presumably pre-cum or otherwise. When his gaze passed over to Mrs. Otterton, he could see she was standing with her legs apart, much like everyone else...but the fur around her crotch looked decidedly wet. He couldn't make assumptions, but he had an inkling of what was going on from that alone.

"Would you like to join us?" Mr. Otterton abruptly offered, much to Kayin's surprise.

"For what?" Shiloh acted innocent, though he had an idea what they were asking-- he was starting to learn what people were like in this establishment.

"Well, your friend here enjoyed having a taste of my wife..." He began, looking Shiloh up and down, and the 11-year-old silently remarked the 6-inch difference between them. "Perhaps you'd like to do the same?"

"Uh..." Shiloh glanced to her and her warm smile made him easily susceptible. "Okay!"

With a growing grin, the naked male otter reached out to grab Shiloh's arm, giving him a gentle tug and gesturing over to a seat near a bed of rocks. It looked like it was a place intended for relaxation and for decoration, but the seat itself was clearly meant for larger mammals, like panthers or lions-- the seat itself was long so that a tall mammal could stretch out and put their feet up, with a normal-sized back to the chair to allow for someone's head to rest. For otters like them, they could easily fit two, perhaps even three on that long recliner chair alone. Mr. Otterton directed them over, with his wife and Kayin taking up the rear.

The female otter went first, clambering up onto the chair and briefly providing Shiloh and the others was a quick glimpse of her already used pussy, along with the pink hole atop it, before she rolled and got into a comfortable position up against the back of the chair, her legs up in the air and her tail laid out in front of her. With a gesture from Mr. Otterton, Shiloh followed suit and hoisted himself up, moving into a position between Mrs. Otterton's legs. His initial thought was to stick his dick in and plough her straight away, but he was surprised when she pushed him back with a paw, making a gesture with her hand and licking her lips; she wanted him to literally taste her. He hesitated at first-- if Kayin had just cum in there, then he'd basically have a mouthful of zebra cum...but when had that stopped him before? The uncertainty crumbled immediately, replaced with boyish desire, and at her request he bowed his head and delved it between her thick thighs, lining his mouth up towards her soft, adult cunt. At the same time, Mr. Otterton gently coaxed Kayin to stand next to the chair, close to Mrs. Otterton, whilst the man himself pulled himself up onto the edges of the seat just behind Shiloh's laid-out body.

The 11-year-old hadn't even started to 'chow down' before he felt those hands on his flank, and he didn't crane his head back to look. Instead, he merely felt for what was happening through the sensations of hands not unlike his hand roaming and exploring, at first grabbing his hips and cheeks before lifting up his tail. He heard the gentle groan of arousal when Mr. Otterton found his already stretched and used ass, and he no doubt caught a glimpse of whatever was left leaking from his young hole. Confident that he was satisfied with the show, Shiloh then got to work; his mouth delved down against Mrs. Otterton's pussy and he immediately felt the outer folds spasm and squeeze against his tongue, eager for his touch. The moan that ripped through her was indicative enough of how much she enjoyed it, and her shaky exhale as he ran his tongue from the bottom to the top of her entrance made him wonder if she had been working herself up into a frenzy before he'd joined them. In the end, it didn't matter much; as his tongue pressed to the folds and threatened to penetrate her slit, he tasted the salt of another male's cum, and that all but confirmed Kayin had been coaxed into a threesome.

He worked diligently, his tongue flicking up and down to first spread spit over her slowly drying pussy, before he sought to push and probe, trying to dig in deeper as her inner walls squeezed and pushed him back, playing her to get. Though her body reacted in a way that refused him, the way her muscles immediately relaxed to invite him in afterwards, combined with the sighs of pleasure from her parted lips, made it clear she wanted it. She seemed to resist wanting to squirm and instead gripped tightly to her own front, fingers curling around the short brown fur. Shiloh's tongue started to push a little more against the warm pussy, and at the same time, Mr. Otterton pushed Shiloh's tail back further as his fingers explored, trailing and probing the cub's ring to see how he'd take it. Shiloh groaned, both in a mixture of delight and due to the ache of his ass already being so ruthlessly used. Despite that, he was willing, and he wriggled his ass to make that point clear, much to the adult's amusement.

"Good boy," Mr. Otterton muttered. "Spread your legs out for me...that's it..."

With a grunt, the adult otter moved into position behind the boy, and Shiloh quickly felt the heavy probing of the man's anatomically-correct cock smearing and circling around his entrance, wanting to warm him up before entry. Spurred on by the anticipation of being fucked again, Shiloh plunged his tongue as far as he could into the female's entrance, tasting the cum as he entered and quivering at the feeling of the inner walls squeezing around his intrusion, confirming he was doing a good job. Kayin stood nearby, already slowly being pleasured and stroked by one of Mrs. Otterton's hands, but at that moment Shiloh was the main character-- he was new to them, and they wanted to explore every inch of him.

After a handful of moments, maybe a minute or so, the male otter speared the cub's hole and thrust, penetrating him in one fell swoop. The squelch that followed was a result of Shiloh's past escapades, but for the adult otter, who enjoyed a little bit of sloppy seconds, it simply made things easier. He slid all the way to the hilt and pressed his pelvis to the smaller otter's ass, delighting in the feeling of Shiloh's insides still squeezing around him, eager for him to thrust. The male didn't want to keep him waiting and slid back, easing into a slow rhythm at first that rapidly picked up speed, causing SHiloh's body to jiggle with every other thrust, moans escaping the muffled confines of his mouth that lay buried in Mrs. Otterton's warmth. The female grabbed onto his head with one hand and kept him down as the other masturbated the 11-year-old's zebra friend, who humped a little into her hand and kept his eyes affixed onto Shiloh and that was he was doing, to the efforts of both sides. His equine ears flicked and twisted to the sounds of the wet sex, the squelching, the sloppy slick sounds of a cock sliding in and out of a wet, used hole. Part of it thrilled him, the other made him nervous...but, from the way his dick vividly twitched, one outweighed the other.

"Oooh, so warm, so...!" Mr. Otterton was a bit of a talker, that much was clear-- unlike him, his wife was the opposite, and relegated her approval to moans and clenching digits. Shiloh, meanwhile, huffed between them, hot air breathing onto the female's soft mound whilst his innards flexed and welcomed the adult's cock, his own member growing in size from the stimulation to his prostate, each nudge and hump bringing him closer and closer. The horsecock might have been nice, but there was a certain nuance to a narrower, but angular dick; it could hit places with more precision, if the angle was right, and Mr. Otterton was clearly a natural as doing just that, for each thrust glided effortlessly over Shiloh's prostate, sending spikes of pleasure up his spine and encouraging his roaming tongue more.

Mr. Otterton's movements were fast and quick, combined with quiet panting and a lidded gaze. He was lost in the pleasure of it all, but it was only his wife that could see the delight and desire on his face, though she wasn't exactly looking; her gaze was, instead, flicking between the cub eating her out and the one thrusting in her hand. Shiloh's tongue had plunged as deep as his mouth would allow and began to squirm around, flicking upwards to catch the cum-covered walls above before dipping down and smearing along the bottom, unsure where to aim or settle, if at all. He purely followed a mixture of instinct and her own moans as guidance, and it seemed to be doing well. All the while, Kayin slowly eased his hips back and forth, his cock standing on end and twitching with clear arousal, but it didn't seem like he was close at all.

The male otter's thrusts seemed to move between two distinct modes-- either quick and rapid, taking complete advantage of Shiloh's seemingly bottomless hole and the way it gripped around every inch of his dick, or slow and long thrusts that were more to catch his breath and give him some energy as opposed to anything else, but for Shiloh, those long thrusts were a little better than the quick and heavy lust-filled slams. Those delicate spikes of pleasure intensified with each rocking hump that precisely probed his prostate, though he was too young and naive to understand what a prostate even was. His mouth reverberated a hum through Mrs. Otterton's pussy, causing her to try and wriggle her hips up against him, her own breathing becoming heavier and heavier; just about everyone involved was getting close bar Kayin, who was simply being stimulated into remaining hard.

"Mmmh, keep going, keep...oooh..." Mrs. Otterton mumbled, her toes curling, her face scrunching up. She quivered, her muscles squeezing against his tongue, inviting him to try and explore more as they relaxed and welcomed him. Mr. Otterton, meanwhile, began to thrust more unevenly, his breathing heavy and riddled with grunts of pleasure and passion. It was as if he didn't have to strength to thrust any more, or perhaps he simply wanted to savour the feeling before it was too late-- in any case, his groans were indicative of how close he was getting, and Shiloh could feel it in the way his member twitched inside, surrounded by his squeezing muscles and the sloppy mixture of pre-seed and cum. The adult male gasped and his breath hitched as he trembled, fingers curling firmly against the 11-year-old's ass, his eyes lidding over as he pushed forwards just a handful more times.

"O-Oh...Oooh, yes, that's..." Mr. Otterton pushed and relaxed immediately as his orgasm washed over him, and Shiloh had no idea how many times he'd already cum. He could feel the warmth, the heat of seed shooting into him, but it wasn't nearly as voluminous as the horses from before, who practically spread seed to every possible crevice inside him. Still, that didn't mean he didn't enjoy it, for Mr. Otterton's thrust up into him, and the way he held himself, perfectly nudged and pushed against Shiloh's prostate, making his own young cock stand on end. The more the adult held there, the more he could feel the pressure building, just from that alone-- perhaps it was the throbbing of the cock up against the soft, sensitive spot that made it feel so good, but it ultimately didn't matter, for as the pleasure grew, so too did his fervency in eating Mrs. Otterton's cunt. He slathered and licked as roughly and quickly as he could, whilst she huffed and trembled, greatly appreciating his efforts.

Shiloh let out a grunt, restrained and mute, as he orgasmed; the probing of his prostate from Mr.Otterton's climaxing cock brought him to the brink and then some, and his own 6-inch member twitched and spurted tiny dribbles of seed onto the cushions beneath him, managing to reach into the crevice between with his chest and the seat with a few ample spurts, before the rest oozed and dribbled, forming a tiny puddle between his young legs. The rhythmic clamping of his ass made the adult male groan, and his fingers squeezed and massaged Shiloh's ass in response, almost in thanks.

Eventually, with a tired sigh, Mr. Otterton pulled back, and Shiloh could feel his withdrawal in the way his own ass instinctively squeezed, trying to keep him inside, desperate to milk the last of his orgasm. Eventually, that narrow yet lengthy cock pulled back from the cub's hole with a sickening little pop, and Shiloh's entrance winked and spasmed, squeezing hard, wanting him back. He couldn't see what the man was doing, but he felt the weight on the chair shift, the plush cushions returning to their natural state as he backed up. Shiloh turned his attention to the female otter, his licking having only slowed down ever so slightly when his thoughts were diverted. He could tell she was starting to feel good, and he felt bad for slowing down before. Her pushing hand against his head encouraged him to keep going and he flicked his tongue wildly, trying his best to please her.

"Oh, yes, yes...!" Mrs. Otterton gasped. "Oh, don't stop!"

She squeezed around him tightly after a few moments and her fingers curled atop his brown-furred head, warning him of what was to come. Her chest heaved wildly as her pleasure rose and she violently shuddered, letting out a high-pitched moan of pleasure as relaxed against him, and Shiloh knew she must be feeling really good-- her innards flexed periodically and squeezed tightly around him, to the point where he felt like his tongue was trapped in her. He could taste what he thought to be her own climax, but it was wholly different from a boys...he wasn't sure how he felt about it. When her pussy started to relax a little more, he eventually pulled back, listening to her hums of approval as he nuzzled her entrance, rubbing it up and down. Despite that, her hand didn't move from him-- did she know something he didn't? When he orgasmed, he was usually so tired...but it seemed like she wanted to keep going.

"Kayin," Mr. Otterton suddenly spoke, catching the attention of both young boys. "Come over here."

Doing as he's told, the zebra retreated from the female otter's grip, who seemed glad to put both hands atop Shiloh's head to push him down against her pussy and encourage him to continue. Shiloh did as he asked, of course, but he watched out the corner of his eye as Kayin approached the other male, standing what appeared to be behind the 11-year-old.

"You said before you've not stick it in anything before? Well, before my wife..." The man asked, and Shiloh didn't see, but Kayin nodded. "Well, have a go at this. I'm sure you don't mind, right Shiloh?"

Hesitation crossed Shiloh's features, his tongue going back to moving slowly over the female otter's entrance, his teeth grazing the flesh of her outer walls. Did the man want Kayin to fuck him? He'd never done anything with the zebra before...today was the first time he'd even see the 9-year-old naked. When Shiloh didn't completely react, Mr. Otterton looked to Kayin and offered him to clamber up, his hand reaching down to stroke that young horsecock a little bit to encourage him. Kayin was nervous, but he did as he was told-- honestly, he was a little excited; Shiloh was always to receptive to others, and he wanted to know what all the 'fuss' was about...why did they like the otter so much? Naively, he didn't realise it was because of Shiloh's age, or his eagerness to fuck. To the zebra, Shiloh must be special somehow.

"I...Is this okay?" Kayin whispered, but Shiloh was focusing too much on Mrs. Otterton to respond-- that, and how mouth was full of pussy, unable to really articulate if he was okay with it or not. Instead, the most he could do was wiggle his tail, his tail wagging back and forth, raised for him, inviting him to do what he was offered to do. Kayin's black cock swung up and down at the tight of the 11-year-old's stretched, used hole, and apprehensively he shifted forwards, meeting the flared end of his cock to that wet, cum-filled entrance. He felt the hole loosen to accept it and it practically swallowed up his cock, readily accepting him, and a hiss escaped Kayin's gritted teeth as he slipped forwards to sink inside.

With his hole being so messy and cum-filled, it was easy for Kayin to slide in, and he had been expecting much more resistance. He slipped forwards and quickly reached out a hand, putting it on the boy's back as he pushed his hips forward, inevitably sinking entirely inside, pelvis meeting to ass. Shiloh hadn't been expecting him to plunge all the way in, but his ass had started to go a little numb, and he was more than receptive to its entry-- he squeezed as best he could, and Kayin could feel the muscles clenching around his cock, keeping him inside, welcoming him. Kayin blew a sigh and shuddered; Mrs. Otterton had been snug and warm, but this was wholly something else...he couldn't tell if it was better or worse, but he liked it either way.

Kayin slowly slid backwards and his cock throbbed powerfully from the feeling of being squeezed so delicately, and he reached his medial ring before thrusting forwards again, meeting his body to Shiloh's ass again. The otter squeaked in a way Kayin wasn't expecting, but it was like music to his ears-- confirmation that he was doing well was something of a confidence boost, and it encouraged the zebra boy to slide back again, quivering from the delightful sensations running up his cock and spine, before he thrust forwards again, his tiny balls swinging and meeting with Shiloh's own. It was at that moment that Kayin made the mistake of raising his gaze from the otter's body to look around the courtyard of the Mystic Springs Oasis, where his eyes met with some of their classmates across under the overhang around the edge of the courtyard, stood in the shade. To his horror, their eyes were upon him, seeing what he was doing, knowing what he'd done...Kayin didn't even register the fact they were naked too. All he felt was acute embarrassment, and it caused him to pause.

It was only Shiloh's eager wiggling behind him that brought him back to reality, and he wrenched his gaze away from the obvious onlookers to meet his eyes with Shiloh's back again. The tip of the otter's tail was wagging fervently, betraying his excitement, and the 11-year-old let out delicate little moans around the pussy against his muzzle, making it clear he wanted more. As Kayin slid back again and started to move into a rhythm, he felt Mr. Otterton move up behind him, his hands snaking up the zebra's naked front. Unease crossed the boy's features, but he relaxed when he understood that's all the man wanted to do; the adult's cock probed his ass cheek, but Mr. Otterton made no attempts to stick it in him.

"How does it feel?" The adult male whispered into the cub's ear, making the zebra shudder from how close he was.

"G...Good..." Kayin wasn't sure what else to say, but he was telling the truth, at the very least. He rocked his hips in a way that made his eyes lid over, and the pleasure quickly overtook him as he started to thrust faster and faster, his cock eagerly milked and squeezed by Shiloh's hole. The 11-year-old quivered and clenched with the feeling rubbing against his prostate, his body a little sensitive from having just orgasmed not even that long ago. In front of him, Mrs. Otterton huffed quietly under her breath, not only recovering from her recent orgasm but slowly building up to another, Shiloh completely unaware that women could cum multiple times. He ultimately didn't have a choice but to keep licking anyway, for her hands kept him firmly against her pussy, his nose just barely lifted from her fur to be able to breathe.

He could taste just how turned on she was, as peculiar as that sounded; the heat that spread to his tongue and the way her fingers curled against his head was all indicative of that, and the female otter was doing her best not to squeeze her legs inwards to sandwich his head, keeping them firmly spread out, as if that made her feel better. As her breathing quickened, so too did Shiloh's fervency once more, both stimulated by the young horsecock pounding in and out of him as well as the growing urgency in Mrs. Otterton's noises. Shiloh knew that this would be a moment he'd cement in his mind for years to come...nothing could compare to the experiences he'd gone through that day.

"Ooh, again, I'm..." Mrs. Otterton huffed amidst her groans. "Oooh, good boy, good--"

She let out a sudden gasp and arched her back, pushing him down further with her curling hands for barely a moment or two as her pussy winked and squeezed once more around Shiloh's tongue, sending little sparks of arousal and happiness through the 11-year-old's body that heightened his own pleasure. She clung to him, crying out with ecstasy, before she suddenly relaxed once more and laid back down, her grip loosening so he could raise his head and suck in a breath through his nose. He could tell that she enjoyed her second orgasm more than the first, for a sudden rush of fluid shot straight from the top of her pussy, just beneath her clit, and shot across his nose and landed right between his eyes-- Shiloh didn't even know females could squirt, and the thought allured him. His dick twitched up and down, the eagerness to fuck her growing, but with Kayin so tightly stuck within him, such a thing was just impossible...but he later, he hoped, it might be the case. All he could do at that moment was flick and explore with his tongue again, tasting her orgasm, feeling the way her innards passionately trembled. She didn't shoot out any more fluid other than the first spurt of translucent, clear substance, but Shiloh could certainly taste and feel it as he squirmed his tongue around, flicking it up and down inside her.

Kayin had heard her moan, and he only felt a little jealous, but the noises had done much to stimulate him too. He started to thrust a little faster as Mr. Otterton's hands travelled up his body, stroking at his chest, flicking at his nipples and cupping around his neck, the man's digits taking in every nook and cranny of his 9-year-old frame. Kayin became lost in the feeling of pleasure, not really paying attention to where the man's hands wandered as he kept his lidded gaze fixed on the way Shiloh's sloppy, cum-filled hole loosened when he withdrew and squeezed when he plunged, gripping him in all the right ways. His pleasure surged and rapidly became intense, pre-cum leaking from the end of his flared dick like a leaky faucet. He huffed quiet snorts of growing young lust through his nostrils, his hands cupping tightly to Shiloh's cheeks, the wet squelches of his underage cock sliding in and out of the 11-year-old becoming wetter and wetter.

Kayin didn't even realise he was cumming until he was right on the brink, with only a shudder to warn him of his orgasm. When his hazy mind finally paid attention, an incredible feeling spread through his body and made his muscles relax in an instant. He plunged forwards, letting out a sudden and harsh cry, and his young balls tucked firmly up to his body as his cock pumped thick, ample strings of cum right into his friend's hole. He filled him up, not nearly as much as others had before, but the heat of a 9-year-old's load spread within the otter's inner walls just the same, inevitably oozing backwards and coating Kayin's slightly thrusting cock, the zebra moving barely an inch or so a couple of times due to the sensitivity of his climaxing member. Kayin whimpered and huffed through gritted teeth, his hands relaxing on Shiloh's ass, and it was only at that moment did he hear the 11-year-old's little grunts and felt his squeezing ass. The way he was clenched, the way he kept so firmly still, made Kayin realise that Shiloh had cum too...from his cock alone, no less. The feeling sat heavy in Kayin's body as he processed it, before a desire surged up in him; he wanted to do it again...to make him cum again.

No amount of 'want' could make his dick any more hard, however, for even in the midst of his climax, his horsecock began to rapidly shrink-- such was the way of most equines, unfortunately. He slid back with a groan and pulled out of Shiloh's ass, his flared end effortlessly slipping from such a stretched and used hole, and the cool air that met Kayin's cum-coated cock was quickly replaced with Mr. Otterton's awaiting hand, who grabbed his member and gave it a few leisurely strokes, as if trying to coax it back until being hard again. Unfortunately for him, it limpy sat in the adult's hand, reminding him that Kayin needed rest before he was ready to go again.

"My oh my..." Mr. Otterton hummed with a cheerful tone. "I think we're going to have a lot of fun together, kids. What say we get some water and relax for a while?"

"Please..." Kayin huffed, more tired than he realised. Mrs. Otterton withdrew her hands and Shiloh lifted up, rolling over in his crouched position so he could lay down, flopping himself onto his back with his head resting up against the female otter's spit-covered pussy. He exposed himself deliberately, showing off his still-hard dick, used hole and spread figure. Kayin looked from Shiloh's 11-year-old frame to the other classmates still watching from a distance, some in a position to be unable to see anything but Kayin's naked body and the otter behind him, and others standing to the side able to make out every minute detail of their foursome.

"I'm ready already, mister." Shiloh insisted, his cocky, troublemaker attitude shining through as he cupped his hands beneath his legs and lifted them up, showing off his ass even more. Mr. Otterton's eyes couldn't be pulled away, and with a clearing of his throat, he slinked out from behind Kayin and smoothed the zebra over to take his spot.

"Don't mind if I do..." He muttered, leaning in to meet Shiloh's neck with a hungry kiss, already raring to go. Kayin slid back and relaxed at the other end of the long chair, greeted to the sight of two otters about to fornicate, but the 9-year-old wanted nothing more than to lay back and sleep.

It felt like this field trip was going on forever...but surprisingly, he didn't mind. His mind swam with thoughts of what they'd already done, and he was excited to experience more.