Ryan stood in front of the dirty bathroom mirror with shaking legs, staring at his withered, pathetic reflection. He hated the guy in front of him. The baggy eyed, scruffy furred raccoon had certainly seen better days, having been considered a “gifted kid” all throughout elementary school, with lots of friends and parents who didn’t have a ton of money, but gave him all the love he could have ever asked for. He entered high school with ambitions to build a career in science, but dropped out of it three years later as a total wreck. What happened? Drugs.


Once upon a time, Ryan had wonderful social skills, and he could easily fit into any group that he wanted. But this ability of his was also a double edged sword. While he made wonderful friendships in elementary and outside of school, his high school classmates were not the kind of people that he ever should have mingled with. Though he promised his parents never to smoke, his new friends quickly got him into tobacco and alcohol; his fragile self esteem and the urge to fit in at all costs made it very hard for him not to give into peer pressure, and so he slipped further and further into a life of partying, drugs, and living like there was no tomorrow.


But the problem with living like there is no tomorrow… Is that there tends to be a tomorrow. The racoon looked into the reflection of his bloodshot red eyes, with pupils opening so wide that they almost completely covered the rest of his blue irises. He still remembered his first drugs, at first well known ones, but with time, he ended up venturing down into a rabbit hole of obscure, experimental substances, ones with names so long that if he looked hard enough, he could have found his social security number in there.


He became more and more addicted, wild, out of control. Eventually even his old druggie friends found him way too unpredictable to be around, and everyone else slowly moved away from him as the substance abuse was becoming more and more obvious. In a fit of rage, he moved out of the family house and never had the face to return, but struggled to find a job to pay his living expenses, let alone his “other” expenses.


Ryan didn’t want to think about his parents. He grabbed a tiny aluminum tank from the bathroom cabinet, put his dry, chapped lips around the output and pressed the button on the top, inhaling deeply. It was a nearly empty can of Substance X, the raccoon’s latest obsession; the stuff was really good, but very addictive and very expensive. A can like that could last nearly a week if he didn’t get too greedy with it, but it cost three hundred bucks… Definitely not the kinda money he made washing dishes for sixteen hours a week. And that’s why he was there.


The raccoon inhaled until the can was completely empty, then dropped it on the floor with a loud tang. He leaned against the bathroom door and struggled to make his way to the bed which was a mere three steps away, as he had completely lost his sense of direction and balance. He tried to sit down on it, but ended up just falling face first onto the mattress, attracting the attention of the two other guys who were already waiting for him in the room, just chatting and giggling with each other.


“It’s here! Finally!” Tex, the tall, black and white badger said upon seeing the raccoon he hired stumble onto the bed. He was almost as wide as he was tall, thanks to his impressive set of muscles and his thick, fuzzy fur that contributed to his volume even more. His impressive size was also coupled with a girthy, big cock too- which Ryan knew well thanks to the pics they exchanged on the app where they met- but he wasn’t the one who the raccoon was supposed to be serving that night.


That honor went to Roland, a deer friend of the badger who happened to be celebrating his 21st birthday that day, an athletic, outgoing, but extremely self-centered guy with caramel colored fur. This evening was a gift from Tex, who had seen the raccoon advertising himself online, and decided to blow away a hundred bucks on a good slut for his friend; pocket change for the rich frat boy.


They stepped closer to the raccoon lying face down on the bed, heaving loudly as his brain melted away from the toxic substance. The deer carefully peeked over at him as if he was looking at a wild animal in a zoo. “Are you sure it’s okay?” He asked with a bit of concern in his voice, not wanting his night to be ruined by having to call an ambulance to a whore that his parents didn’t even know he was seeing that night.


Despite his concerning behavior, the slut was looking quite attractive for what he was worth: his round bubble butt perked up enticingly as he lay on the bed, which in connection with his thin waist gave him a perfect hourglass shape. One could have mistaken him for a woman, if they had only seen him from his belly down. Besides his attractive body shape however, the guy didn’t have too much going for him: his cream-gray fur was all messy and dirty, his long, striped tail missing several chunks of fur at parts, probably from chewing on it as a way to relieve stress during some particularly tough withdrawals. He looked pathetic, like an old, forgotten sex doll, but a sex doll nonetheless.


“It better be! Maybe this will wake him up…” The badger replied with frustration, pulling out two crumpled fifty dollar notes from his pocket and waved them in the air, calling out to the raccoon. “Hey, whore! Yeah, you! You gonna serve him or what?”


Ryan turned his head up and tried focusing his vision on the waving banknotes in front of him, and the lean, handsome deer that the badger was pointing to. Weakly nodding, he tried his best to regain some of his balance and power and after some trial and error, he managed to sit up, trying to calm down his breathing as the initial effects of the drug were finally starting to wear down slightly. “Yes sir!” He slurred eagerly, trying to drown out his anxiety about being with a guy for the first time in his life. He wasn’t gay, never even thought of wanting to be railed by men… But beggars can’t be choosers.


“Good!” The badger said, throwing the banknotes on the bed dismissively and walking out the door. “I’m just gonna leave you alone with it then. Just yell if it starts biting or something!”


“Uh, I sure hope it doesn’t!” Roland replied a little nervously. He knew that his friend had a tendency to tease him like that, but being left alone with such a strange, unpredictable person was not the most reassuring thing in the world, especially when he was going to put his cock in.


“No, I’m not one to bite, I promise!” Ryan tried to collect himself, finally able to properly focus his vision on the man in front of him, desperately trying to prove that he was fit for the task. He couldn’t risk missing out on a hundred bucks. His voice was raspy and weak, but unmistakably eager. “I’m a good slut, please, use me!”


The deer’s upper lip twitched in disgust, but a free bitch was a free bitch. He took off his shirt and shorts and threw them next to the bed, revealing even more of his hot, lean build underneath: thin yet highly muscular, sporting a six pack that was even visible under the fur on his belly. Ryan quickly got on all fours and turned around to present his backside, his hands grabbing the bed sheets tightly as he prepared himself for the incoming cock.


“Hey whore!” Roland said commandingly, like a drill sergeant talking to a recruit on his first day. He was in command now, if only for an hour, and he enjoyed that fact quite a lot. “Who said you could be on the bed? Down on the floor! On your knees!”


Ryan whimpered and nodded, slowly and carefully crawling off the bed and kneeling on the hardwood motel floor, looking at his client with a wide, scared look. The deer stepped closer to him and whipped out his girthy cock from under the thin coat of fur on his crotch. It was massive in the raccoon’s eyes, who considered himself to have a bigger than average penis size with his proud seven inches, but the deer’s member looked nearly twice as big, and significantly thicker. He looked at the semi-erect manhood in front of him nervously, suddenly not knowing what to do. The thought of putting another man’s cock into his mouth made his stomach cramp up in disgust, but he tried his best not to show his discomfort.


“Come on whore, open wide!” The deer said impatiently, jamming his long dick into the raccoon’s mouth as soon as he finally got to his senses and opened it up. It felt a little awkward at first, and it soon became apparent that the bitch had never had cock in his mouth before, judging by how much he was drooling, gagging and struggling to fit it all in his mouth without accidentally biting down on it. Thankfully it was well-cleaned, which made the experience a little more bearable, but the leaking precum quickly put a nauseatingly salty dick taste in the raccoon’s mouth.


Nobody had ever taught Ryan how to suck cock, so he was all on his own in his quest to figure out how to best please his customer; he feared that if he didn’t do it well enough, he could cancel it and take the money back, leaving the half-conscious raccoon alone with no cash and the taste of dick in his mouth. He tried sucking on it like a straw but nothing came out of it, even tried licking it around, but he just ended up gagging as the tip of the penis glazed the back of his tongue.


“You dumb bitch, don’t you know how to give a blowjob? What kind of whore are you?” Roland said angrily, not wanting his friend’s money to go to waste on such a mediocre performance. It became apparent that he had to take the matter into his own hands, so he grabbed the thick, scruffy grayish-brown hair of the raccoon and started pulling his head up and down on the cock, speeding up the pace significantly.


Ryan tried to moan out an apology, but the new rhythm caught him completely off guard. He was no longer in control of the blowjob, all he could do was suck and try to make sure his mouth didn’t let go of the cock as his head was being jerked around roughly, like a living, drooling fleshlight. The dick went deep into his throat with each thrust, making him gag, cough and tear up every time it came back out. The room was filled with the sounds of sloppy slurping, the musky balls of the deer slapping against Ryan’s chin, and the quiet, weak gagging of someone who was being forced to technically swallow a cock twice every second.


This rough, merciless throat fucking was apparently way more exciting for the deer, as his cock quickly got harder and harder, him even having to slow down at parts to avoid an early orgasm. It couldn’t be delayed for long however, and he didn’t want to pull out even for a second from the raccoon’s mouth, so after a couple more especially deep thrusts into the gagging slut’s throat, his member finally exploded with a warm, heavy load of cum.


The raccoon didn’t even have to swallow, as the cum was shot directly down his throat in several intense pulses, making him almost pass out from the intensity and lack of air. After a few seconds, the dick was finally pulled out of his mouth, leaving him panting and swallowing as much as he could, his jaw and throat aching from the hardcore session. He didn’t know whether he was going to break down in a sob or just faint from the exhaustion, but upon looking at the alarm clock next to the bed, he had to painfully realize that there was plenty of time left of the session, and his client’s cock was still standing straight up, as if it hadn’t just pumped out an ungodly amount of seed.


“Up on the bed now!” Roland commanded like a spoiled prince ordering his servants around, climbing up himself and giving no help to the trembling raccoon who struggled, but ultimately managed to get up on the mattress, horrified of what was coming next. “Show the tailhole!”


The raccoon turned over and got on all fours without saying a word, swaying his long, bushy, striped tail to the side to provide easy access to his butt. He glanced over at the two fifty dollar bills on the mattress, taking a deep breath and imagining just how much chem X he could get out of it. The ecstasy would surely drown out the aching of his rectum once this madness is over. He heard the man behind him spit, and then a warm, wet feeling on his hole shortly afterwards, from the bit of saliva that would serve as lube in the following intercourse.


“You clean? Ah, who am I kidding…” The deer asked before cutting himself off midway; how could such a dirty, drug addicted whore be clean? He’d be lucky if he didn’t already catch something through the oral. He reached out for his shorts and pulled out a condom from the back pocket, which he always carried with himself, and rolled it on his cock.


Ryan squirmed as he saw the empty condom packet thrown next to him, and soon felt the rubber covered cock slowly rub against his hole, throbbing just as hard as it did before the first orgasm. There wasn’t much foreplay or warming up, as the thick, warm member went almost immediately into the hole, going in all the way until the deer’s balls touched the raccoon’s butt. Ryan was pleasantly surprised at how he managed to take such a massive cock without his insides being torn to pieces by the length, but it was still very painful nonetheless. He felt like he was barely able to breathe and struggled to stay on all fours. If it wasn’t for the mind and body numbing properties of the chem X he’d just inhaled, he certainly would have fainted by then.


The deer started pounding him from behind, going in and out and rearranging the slut’s virgin guts each time that he did. Neither of them moaned; the only sounds were the heavy, synchronized panting of the two men, occasionally broken up by a painful grunt of discomfort on the bottom’s end. Roland’s body and balls slapped rhythmically against the fat bubble butt, making it jiggle around in an enticing way.


This continued for a while, the two only taking brief breaks whenever Roland needed a breather, before getting back into it, the top trying to work himself back after having came just minutes prior. After a while, Ryan could feel the thrusts speeding up and he prepared himself for taking another load, this time in his ass… But then the door suddenly opened, making the deer stop to see who it was.


“Hey dude, you okay?” It was Tex, returning from his coffee break or whatever he had outside. “You’re really using all the time with the slut, aren’t you?”


The raccoon peeked over at the clock and saw that the time was going to be over in three minutes. He took a deep breath, reassuring himself that there really wasn’t too much left of this torture. After this was all over, he would head straight for his dealer and get an extra big dose of whatever stuff he had on him.


“Can’t let any time go to waste!” Roland giggled, starting to fuck again, but in a slower, more casual pace. “Care to join in? I’m guessing the whore wouldn’t mind…”


“I… I charge extra for two people!” The raccoon protested, to which a ten dollar bill landed on the bed right next to the fifties. He waited for more, but with that, the badger started undressing, not really seeming to want to give any more out of the kindness of his heart. “It’s gonna take a bit more than that! I was thinking an extra… Ough, gosh… An extra fifty or something!” He carefully argued, trying to talk through the heavy pounding from behind.


“Ten, take it or leave it.” Tex replied coldly, climbing up on the bed and swinging his thick, musky cock in front of the slut’s face. It was a lot girthier than the deer’s, albeit a little bit shorter, with thick, swollen veins all over the skin. Unlike the deer’s, this dick had some smell to it, a musky stench that made the raccoon’s sensitive nose twist. He felt that he certainly deserved more than ten bucks for that, but at the same time, he didn’t believe that he could haggle much with the badger.


“F-fine, you can get oral for ten, why not…” He muttered with a sense of defeat, trying to hold back his expression of disgust as the musky cock was presented in front of him. It was especially hard to open his mouth, but the mere thought of a chem X induced high motivated him enough to bite the bullet, opening wide and letting the unwashed penis slide right onto his tongue and down his throat.


“That’s right… And don’t you dare talk back to me again like that, whore!” The badger growled aggressively, pumping his cock back and forth and making the raccoon gag and sob from the unusually thick girth and pungent, musky taste that he was being forced to endure.


“No offense bro, but you need to find a better bitch next time.” Roland added, still persistently plowing the coon from behind, grabbing onto the rough fur on his back for balance. “Fucking this thing doesn’t feel much better than pushing your dick into a sack of potatoes. At least it’s warm…”


“Stop fucking moaning and do your job!” Tex slapped the crying raccoon in the face who attempted to apologize with the thick member in his mouth, precum and saliva bubbling on the sides of his lips as he tried hard not to puke. Unfortunately for him though, the face fucking only got harsher from there as the customer’s enjoyment grew, making him gag loudly with bulging eyes every time his throat was forcefully plugged shut.


“Why become a whore if you can’t take cock, bitch boy?” Roland laughed, slapping the raccoon’s ass several times so hard that it made him cry out in pain. It was painful but they were right; he felt like the worst slut on the face of the earth. That hundred and ten bucks they gave him for the service was probably way too generous for such a low level of service that he knew he provided.


Suddenly, he heard the breathing from behind getting even heavier and felt the thrusts into his guts slowing down but reaching deeper inside than ever before… Shortly followed by a warm, creamy sensation in his bowels, which nearly made his heart stop. He had been ejaculated into! After a few seconds, the cock was pulled out, leaving a thin little river of semen flowing out of the deformed hole, and a broken condom landed next to the money on the bed, dripping with the remains of the cumload that it somehow did manage to catch.


“Well, that was something… Wanna have a go at it?” The deer said in a less than enthusiastic tone. The sex wasn’t great, but the whore did its job; after picking up his shorts from the floor and searching around in his pockets, Roland pulled out a one dollar bill and threw it onto the used condom next to the rest of the money, presumably as a “tip”.


Ryan gasped hard as the massive penis was finally pulled out of his mouth, falling stomach flat onto the bed to rest a little bit, before the musky, furry ball sack was forcibly pushed against his nose. He took a few deep breaths to please the perverted desires of his user, closing his eyes and holding pack his puke once again as his face was smeared with sweat. After Tex made sure that he’d gotten a good sniff, he pulled his penis away, degradingly flicking the raccoon’s ear as a way of saying thanks.


Just as he thought that the two men were finally going- rightfully so, as their time was already over- the badger crawled behind him, spreading the asscheeks and getting a good look at the cum-drenched hole. The raccoon contemplated getting up and just yelling at them to get out of the room, but that would have certainly made him lose whatever little tip he made that day, so he quietly and defeatedly let the other guy into his hole as well. He was already too far gone anyway.


The thick, musky, saliva-stained badger dick plowed deep and hard into the hole, even more painfully so than the deer’s because of its girth. Ryan grabbed hard onto the bedsheets, clenched his teeth together and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to relax himself as best as he could, because the muscle-relaxing effects of the chem X that he’d taken before the session were slowly starting to wear off, leaving a miserable, shaking hangover after itself that lasted almost five times as long as the initial high. He would usually solve that problem by inhaling another microdose, but the only thing left for him to help with the dissociation was a painfully thick penis digging into his backside with such force that the raccoon was surprised that he wasn’t already bleeding and shitting his insides out.


Thankfully the frat boys were already running late to somewhere, so the pounding didn’t last for long. After a few painful seconds, the badger blew his load into the raccoon’s guts as well, mixing it with whatever was inside. Ryan howled out painfully before slumping back on the bed when the cock was finally pulled out, his ruined anus collapsing in on itself as the concoction of the two guys’ cumshots oozed out onto the fresh bed sheets.


He didn’t say a single word after that. The two guys quickly cleaned themselves off by wiping whatever cum was left on their cocks and hands onto the raccoon’s furry butt, and put their clothes back on in a hurry. For a moment, it seemed like they were looking for some extra change in their pockets, leading him into a false sense of hope that he’d get a little more for going so above and beyond despite his shortcomings as a whore, but in the end, no more tips were left on the bed. Not even a single goodbye sounded from the smug mouths of the pair as they left the room, loudly slamming the door behind themselves.


As Ryan’s breathing slowly started returning to a normal pace, he listened as the footsteps of his first- and probably not last- customers faded away, their loud talking and giggling echoing back even from the other end of the hallway. His hole was aching, his head was spinning and mentally he felt worse than a sack of shit, but he couldn’t keep feeling sorry for himself for long. His dishwashing shift at the restaurant was about to start in thirty minutes.