﻿Evan looked back and forth, wringing his paws as his friend was nowhere to be found. He pulled out his phone, glancing at the time. Instantly, he wished he hadn’t, as it only made him more nervous. The otter hadn’t left himself a ton of wiggle room and needed this to be done soon if he was going to make it to work on time. He slipped his phone back in his pocket, subconsciously licking his lips as he waited.

The small otter let out a small grunt of frustration, his white eyebrows scrunching into a scowl. His paws continued their twisting motion, slightly damp with sweat, doing his best to work out his anxious energy. He was typical of his species - the same light brown fur adorned almost his entire body, though it got slightly darker near his paws. Standing roughly at five feet in height, he was shorter than most furs as well, though it came with the territory. His dark brown eyes darted back and forth, long whiskers twitching as he felt himself salivating. He grew more impatient by the second.

Just being in the familiar alley over in Paradise was enough to get his thirst going. The longer he waited, the drier his lips felt. Right before he was about to take off and find someone else to help him, a shadow appeared on the sidewalk near the alley, soon followed by the scaled footpaws of the dragon it belonged to.  
 
“Thank fuck,” Evan muttered to himself, pushing away from the wall and walking quickly down to meet his usual co-conspirator. “Hey, Jorah,” he said excitedly, eyes moving up and down over the dragon. The scaled beast was tall – much taller than the otter. The light gold scales making up Jorah’s chest made their way underneath his clothes and reappeared again going down his legs and arms, while the rest of him was a blackish grey - dark, but not overly so.
 
Despite the dragon’s intense appearance, a closer look revealed a few similar traits to Evan. Slight bags were present under his eyes, and he stood barely slouched over. It looked as if he hadn’t slept in days, even though Jorah did make it a point to try to take care of himself. In fact, that was the whole reason he was here with Evan right now. When he finally spoke, his voice came out gravelly and serious, but with a hint of fatigue mixed in, no matter how hard the dragon tried to hide it.
 
“You got enough?” The dragon asked unceremoniously, wasting no time for pleasantries.  
 
“Yeah. Been saving a few days now. Should be good,” Evan replied. “You?”
 
“Yep. Little over a day or so,” Jorah replied. “Let’s get to it then, get it out.”
 
“Hang on. I’ve been waiting here forever, why do you get to go first?” The otter asked.
 
“Because I’m bigger,” Jorah said pointedly.
 
“Oh, come on, that’s not fair, I’m desperate,” Evan answered.
 
“Fine, then try this one. It’s much easier for me to find someone to help than it is for you. I can walk away and find someone easily, you need me more than I need you,” Jorah rebutted. “Now get it out already.”
 
“Not if you’re gonna be an ass about this. We both need it. I’ll find someone else,” Evan said, spinning on his heel and facing away. Before he could take a step though, Jorah reached out and quickly took hold of the otter’s wrist, keeping him firmly in place.
 
“No. Just…stay. Let’s do this,” Jorah said.
 
The smallest crack in the dragon’s menacing demeanor appeared, and seeing the desperation he recognized well hidden behind Jorah’s gaze, Evan decided to stay. If the dragon were even capable of it, Evan believed he would have begged, but this was the closest he’d likely ever see from Jorah.
 
The otter sighed and turned back around, nodding softly toward the dragon. Neither of them particularly wanted to be here, but their own addictions forced it upon them. Taking pity on the larger male’s plight, Evan slowly slid his paws into the waistband of his shorts, pushing them down and letting them fall to the ground, his underwear right alongside them. It exposed a soft off-white patch of fur which ran all the way down his inner thighs, and coin purse of the same color that surrounded a proportionately small pink length.
 
Jorah immediately sank down, getting onto his knees and hunching further over still to get his maw in position. Wordlessly, he took the mustelid’s flaccid length into his muzzle, slurping on the flesh and feeling it stiffen up inside. The cock pulsed to life against the dragon’s tongue, and as it did, Jorah got to work. He was focused, efficient, and pointed. His muzzle easily moved up and down over the otter’s cock, with their size difference allowing him to effortlessly engulf the meat between his lips.
 
While Evan knew this was more for practicality than pleasure, he couldn’t help but enjoy the experience. It felt natural to put a paw on the back of the dragon’s head, but he knew it would only serve to annoy Jorah, and he wanted his turn quickly. The otter clenched his paws so that he had something to do with them as he lightly thrust forward, not at all worried about hurting the dragon’s throat, barely even feeling the tip of his length reach it.
 
The more pre he had on his tongue, the better Jorah felt. He swallowed it with purpose; even the tiny amounts dribbling from the otter’s shaft were enough to help. Each little droplet coursed through his body, gradually giving him more energy, encouraging him to continue the act. Every throb of otter meat told him he was closer to his goal, of hitting the motherload of cum Evan had been saving up.
 
The otter shivered slightly – for someone that wasn’t the biggest fan of giving blowjobs, the dragon had picked up quite a bit of skill with it. His long, golden tongue certainly didn’t hurt matters, able to curl around the shaft and help milk it for everything it was worth. The other major factor helping him get off quickly was being in public. While they were in a secluded alley, that didn’t prohibit pedestrians from occasionally strolling by. It was rare, but a couple had made their way past while the otter was getting his rocks off, with the mustelid giving them each an awkward nod as they passed the common sight in the inner-city.
 
Jorah, meanwhile, paid no notice to anyone else who saw what they were up to. He knew they understood what was going on here. No one was going to interrupt the pair. The dragon focused, and the increased pulsing of Evan’s shaft told him he was about to get what he came for. He went up and down, tongue squeezing the cock as hard as it could, lips milking the length in desperation at this point to get the otter to give up his seed. After another minute or so, his work paid off.
 
Evan groaned as he felt his cock jump one final time. The first spurt of jizz sprayed out and splashed against the roof of Jorah’s maw, and no sooner was it out than the dragon had swallowed it down. He wasn’t going anywhere until every last drop was in his gut. Even when he thought nothing else was coming, he worked his tongue over the length until absolutely sure not even a drop was left, needing this more than anything else in life.
 
When another couple minutes had passed, Jorah finally released the length and stood back up. He felt like he could run a marathon now. Every muscle in his body was screaming with energy, and his thoughts felt clearer than they had in days. It’d take a night of sleep to help clear up the bags under his eyes, but even as the dragon stood upright, Evan thought for sure the black-scaled male looked taller than before.
 
“Your turn,” Jorah said simply, though it was evident he appreciated what he got – his voice sounded much clearer than it had earlier.
 
Evan nodded, still slightly out of breath, but dropped down onto his knees anyway. The dragon dropped his pants in return and held his limp, black cock out toward the otter, who immediately engulfed the tip. He waited for a second, resisting the urge to start blowing the larger male, seeking his own fix. The otter got his wish quickly, as he felt the jet of urine spraying out onto his tongue.
 
Immediately, his throat went into overdrive. Gulp after gulp of dark gold piss splashed into his gut, the otter just as desperate for this as Jorah was for his seed. It tasted foul, unsanitary, and downright disgusting, but Evan wasn’t going to spit up a drop. While neither could see it since the otter’s maw was collecting every morsel, the liquid waste was darker than the gold on Jorah’s scales, heavily concentrated but exactly what Evan needed. He’d learned to enjoy it in a taboo sort of sense, but he’d much rather have just sucked the dragon off in return. But life wasn’t fair, and even though the dragon had given him this addiction to start with, it didn’t always take the same form when it was spread. In this case, Evan was reduced to being Jorah’s urinal. Despite how it started, each time the two met up, he minded it less and less.
 
“You’re lucky it’s so much faster for you to get yours. Don’t have to blow some guy for ages…” Jorah muttered, sighing as he felt his bladder fully emptying inside the smaller male. He still had a soft grip on his cock, shaking it a bit as he was left with only a few dribbles, making sure the otter got what he needed too. 
 
Evan polished off the last of his drink, now feeling similar to Jorah. His energy had returned, and he practically sprang back up onto his footpaws and he licked his lips. For as nasty as it was, the effects it had on his body were undeniable, and the otter never felt better than he had after drinking a fresh load of urine.
 
“I think I’d rather blow a guy than this,” Evan replied a few moments later, now that his maw was finally empty, and the putrid aftertaste had already begun to form.
 
“Go ahead,” Jorah replied, still gripping his cock, not putting it away.
 
“Ugh, don’t tease me like that. You know I have to get to work,” Evan said sadly, his height causing him to look straight forward, longingly, at the dragon’s groin.
 
“Just quit and come work the streets with me. Plenty of guys out there with our condition that’ll pay you quite well for helping,” Jorah commented.
 
“I’d rather not have my life entirely become piss, thanks,” Evan replied. “Besides, let’s not forget it’s your fault I have rupees anyway, and who knows how many other guys as well.”
 
The dragon just shrugged. “Oh well. It’s not like it’s the worst thing in the world. Especially in this part of town – there’s a reason they call it Paradise.”
 
“Yes, yes, I know, all the public fucking and nudity. You try to get me to join you every time we meet up. That’s how I got it though, remember? Up against that lamppost over there,” Evan said, pointing out of the alley and toward the sidewalk on the opposite side of the street.
 
“I don’t, sorry. I’ve fucked a lot of guys in my time, don’t remember every one I’ve had. I’ll take your word for it though. I don’t even know for sure if I gave it to you, but again, I believe you. It’s kind of what I do. Make a bunch more like us, and I get more customers. It’s a self-fulfilling business model,” Jorah replied shamelessly.
 
“Remind me why I meet up with you again?” Evan said, finding the dragon’s casual response to all of this a bit assholish, even if he didn’t mind having the disease at this point.
 
“Because we’ve got what the other needs. It’s mutually beneficial. You’re not the only guy I meet up with either, but it’s nice to have a bit of variety in my diet, as much as I hate how I have to get it. Speaking of which though – same time next week?” Jorah asked.
 
“Yeah, fine, whatever,” Evan replied, reaching down and grabbing his pants off the ground. He fished around inside one of the pockets for his phone again, checking the time and jumping slightly in panic. He was definitely going to be late for work at this point. Rushing along, he hopped down the alley, awkwardly trying to move forward while getting his pants back on. “Gotta go, thanks, next time!” He shouted over his shoulder, breaking into a full run when he was able.
 
“Heh. Thank you too,” the dragon chuckled, licking his lips as he slung his pants over his shoulder and strolled out of the alley without them on, happy to wander around bottomless for the time being. He’d likely get a citation in downtown Riverside for it, but here in Paradise, no one was going to say a thing. He might even pick up another customer or two by advertising his goods this way. As he wandered off, he appreciated his newfound energy, more than happy to walk around the area looking for his next target.
 
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Jacob sighed as he clocked in, arriving at work a few minutes ahead of schedule. He did his best to get here on time, especially knowing his boss was a bit of a hardass about punctuality. The vulpine removed his jacket and put it in his small storage locker, taking out his work vest in exchange and securing it around his torso, name tag front and center. It was never the most exciting job in the world, but it was consistent and put money in his pocket. 

The orange and brown vulpine headed out of the store’s break room, nodding to a couple of the other employees who were here for the early shift. The fox was about six feet in height, with few distinctive markings aside from the black triangle tips on both sides of his muzzle. The bulk of his fur was a vivid orange, while his paws and the tips of his ears were a darker brown, bordering on black. Underneath his clothes, bright white fur trailed down his chest and through his midsection, ending past his crotch and around his tailhole. He wore a tight-fitting pair of jeans and a similarly snug t-shirt, though he wasn’t a twink. His build was best classified as average, not too big or small, toned but not overly so. 

Jacob made his way toward the back room, grabbing a few boxes and loading them up onto the cart. He wheeled it out toward the shop floor, thankful that the place didn’t officially open for another hour, giving him some time to stock the racks in peace. The fox cracked open the first box, using his claw to slice the tape and lifting the flaps out of the way. He smirked as he saw piles of the same jeans inside that he was wearing now, just in varied sizes. Getting to work, he grabbed a few of the folded pairs and laid them on the nearby shelf, ordering them with the already-present stock by size.

Quickly making sure he was alone, Jacob fished his phone out of his pocket and pulled up his messages, opening his family group chat. ‘Ugh…alone stocking up again…’ he fired off, knowing his father and brother would see the message soon. 

Fifteen minutes or so passed, and Jacob had moved onto his second box, hanging up some dress shirts that were far beyond what he could afford. He kept looking over his shoulder, not used to being alone to prepare the store for opening like this. While the schedule wasn’t memorized, given that his help was late, he had a pretty good idea of who it was. Sure enough, another few minutes passed, and a familiar otter dashed across the shop floor and into the back room, emerging a minute later after quickly adorning his uniform.

“Finally made it, I see,” Jacob noted.

“Yeah, yeah, sorry,” Evan replied. “Got, uh…held up. Took longer than expected.”

“Well, you seem pretty energetic compared to usual, so…let me guess, taking care of the rupees?” Jacob asked.

Even though the two talked about the subject quite a few times, Evan was still slightly embarrassed. “Yeah,” he uttered quietly.

“I dunno how you deal with it dude. Not just the whole…y’know, drinking piss thing, but being dependent on other guys too, having to schedule things around it…” Jacob trailed off.

“It’s not fun,” Evan said shortly. “I know there are some furs out there who wish they had it, but it’s different when it’s out of necessity, not for pleasure. It’s not as taboo as it once was, but there’s plenty of furs who’ll still judge you for it. And you’re right - it’s a pain in the ass if the need crops up and you’re alone or don’t have any way of sating it. It makes you just feel…completely exhausted, like you’re about to collapse.”

“Well, no judgment here. Just…try to get here on time, or it’s gonna be a pain in the ass for you in a different way. You know how James gets,” Jacob reminded him.

“Dumb tanuki can shove it up his ass,” Evan said, frustrated. “I’ve had the talk with him before, and he knows firing me over it will open him up to a whole mess of disability lawsuits. I’d love to see him try living a day with this - uptight asshole would rather wither away than touch another dude’s cock, let alone drink from it.”

“You’re probably right,” Jacob nodded, not wanting to add too much to the conversation in case they were overheard. “I know it’s not entirely your fault either, but it also does suck having to start the day alone when you’re scheduled.”

“Ugh, not you too. I’ve told you why before…” Evan lamented.

“I know, I know. And I can pick up some of the slack, but it’s not like I get paid more for working twice as hard,” Jacob explained.

“You’re right, it’s not fair for either of us. I’d trade with you in a heartbeat though - you want to try this life out?” The otter quipped.

“No, no, you’re right,” Jacob sighed, even if he didn’t fully agree. He just hated being inconvenienced by Evan as well, though it wasn’t worth starting a fight. “Sorry I brought it up.”

“No, it’s my fault too…it’s just a sensitive thing for me. But just because my life’s hard doesn’t mean I get to make yours hard too,” the otter said dejectedly.

“It’s fine,” Jacob said, dismissing the concern. Evan’s almost-apology was enough for now. 

“We good?” Evan asked, offering a weak smile in response.

“Yeah, we’re good. As long as you’re here to help with this,” Jacob said, gesturing toward the stack of boxes.

“Yeah, there’s a shitload to do…” Evan groaned, looking over his shoulder at the vast array of half-empty shelves and clothing racks that needed filled. 

With peace restored, they were able to buckle down and work. The two continued as they were for another hour, making sure customers had the widest selection of choices for their clothing. Some of them had started wandering around shortly after the store opened, immediately ruining Jacob and Evan’s hard work, but that was every day. It wasn’t going to look perfect, but it was good enough.

Slow and steady progress was made, and the two traded turns going to the back room and fetching another stack of boxes full of garments to set out on display. Before they could finish adding everything though, the clock hit ten thirty, and it was time for their first break of the day. They finished off the last of the cartload they were working on before they took off, letting them wheel the empty boxes back with them to be replaced when they clocked back in.

As the fox got to the break room, he grabbed a protein bar from his locker and collapsed in a chair, intent on sitting for the entire fifteen minutes. Quickly, he peeled the wrapper down a bit and took a small bite of his snack, letting out a low moan of pleasure as what passed for breakfast entered his gut. He whipped his phone back out now that he was free, scrolling through the few messages he’d missed while he was busy.

‘They didn’t have anyone scheduled with you?’ Seth, Jacob’s brother, asked in the group chat.

‘Probably just had a no-show again,’ Levi, their father, answered.

‘Figures, happens all the time there. Working alone like that sucks,’ Seth typed back.

‘You’re telling me. Imagine trying to raise both of you alone,’ Levi replied.

Jacob just rolled his eyes as he got to the end of the brief conversation. His father loved teasing them about that whenever he could, though it wasn’t malicious in any way. It was a small joke, but also served as a reminder about how much work Levi had put in for his boys.

‘Never gonna let us forget that, are you old man?’ Jacob added, though it was a good half hour after his father last replied. He tucked his phone away again, knowing he wasn’t going to get a response again soon.

While all this was going on, Evan idly paced around the room. It was a huge difference between the two - Jacob was tired and ready for a bit of relaxation, but the otter seemed to have energy to spare. The mustelid whipped out his phone and started scrolling through it, trying to find anything to use his stamina on, but found it near endless.

“Dude, calm down. You’re making me nervous walking around like that,” Jacob said with a chuckle.

“Can’t help it. It’s always like this after I get a rupees treatment,” Evan shot back. “Energy for days. I could fight a horse.”

“I wouldn’t recommend it,” Jacob quipped, taking another chunk out of the protein bar. “You might have energy, but horses are like twice your size at least.”

“In all the right ways,” Evan answered with a grin.

Jacob just rolled his eyes. “Slut,” he teased, knowing small samples of the otter’s promiscuity.

“Guilty,” the otter agreed. He continued pacing as he spoke, but a moment later, stopped and stared at Jacob, tilting his head.

“Uh…what’re you doing?” the mustelid asked, unsure just what he was going on.

“What?” Jacob asked, swallowing the last bite inside his muzzle.

“You, uh…you just ate the wrapper alongside the bar,” Evan uttered cautiously.

“Huh? No I didn’t,” Jacob rebutted, confused as to what the otter was talking about.

“Then where is it?” Evan asked.

“It’s right-” Jacob started, but as he turned toward his right, it wasn’t where he thought it was. He jerked back toward his left and climbed out of his chair, trying desperately to figure out what had happened. He couldn’t have eaten it, right? He would have realized what he was doing. When all other possibilities were rejected, Jacob groaned as realization dawned on him. How was he so tired that he didn’t even notice the sharp plastic? The fox pulled his phone out again, firing off another quick text, ignoring the ongoing conversation in his group chat. ‘I just ate a protein bar wrapper. What do I do now???’

Meanwhile, Evan couldn’t help but chuckle. He watched the fox’s scramble with interest, but all signs pointed to one thing. It was different watching someone else undergo their own realization, remembering his own quite well in the bathroom at home one day. Jacob soon took notice though and demanded an answer.

“What’s so funny? I could get hurt,” the fox insisted.

“Nah, you won’t,” Evan said with a grin.

“And just how the fuck are you so sure?” Jacob demanded.

“Because someone’s got the rupees,” Evan teased in a sing-song voice.

“What? No, it’s a fucking wrapper, not someone’s piss,” the vulpine spat. “It’s not rupees.”

“Oh yes it is. Comes in many forms,” the otter explained.

“No, it’s not! I’ll prove it,” Jacob half-yelled, bounding up onto his footpaws and storming off toward the restroom.

“That’s not-” Evan started, but that was as far as he got. Jacob was out of earshot, too distraught to listen to anything at the moment.

Jacob stormed off to the restroom, determined to prove to himself that wasn’t what was going on. Grumbling, he stepped up to the urinal and undid his pants, slipping them down just far enough for his sheath to poke out. “It’s not fucking rupees,” he muttered to himself, relaxing his bladder and letting the stream flow forth.

“See? Evan fucking lying to me,” he said, watching the stream flow down the drain and feeling no hidden desires for it. Just to prove it even more to himself, he splashed a small amount of piss on two of his fingers, knowing he could wash it off afterward easily. He raised his paw to his head and took a sniff, rolling his eyes with the stupidity of it all.

“Yep, nothing,” Jacob uttered, proceeding to stick his fingers inside his mouth to suck them clean. As he did, he paused - wait, why were his fingers in his maw? It was just like with the wrapper earlier. He hadn’t realized what he was doing at first, but he quickly recognized the taste of piss on his tongue, and his body was telling him this was right.

“No, no, no!” He practically shouted, attempting to spit the taste out, but at this point, his body was moving of its own accord. The need went from mild to powerful to completely irresistible almost instantly, and Jacob pointed his sheath upward. He hunched over, frantically lapping at the arcing flow of piss, desperate to swallow down as much of the golden liquid as he could. It wasn’t very successful, but he did manage to force a few tonguefuls into his stomach, joining the wrapper inside.

As his bladder emptied, Jacob slumped forward, resting against the wall behind the urinal. He was mildly wet, but still in denial, refusing to believe what his body was telling him. One part of him wanted to storm out of the building and go home, another wanted him to just keep working as if nothing had happened, and a growing third part was telling him to get on his knees and lick the urinal clean.

For now, he was able to resist the third part. Which of the other two he’d take, he wasn’t sure. He zipped up his pants again and forced himself away from the wall, slowly leaving the restroom without washing his paws. As he did, his pocket buzzed, presenting himself with a fourth option. He flipped it open, seeing the text from his father.

‘You should get to the doctor as soon as you can…They can usually make emergency appointments for this kind of thing.’ Levi had sent.

Great. More confirmation something was seriously wrong. Not wanting to give Evan the satisfaction that he might have been right, Jacob grabbed his phone and found the number for the doctor he’d been to a couple times previously. It rang a couple times before a receptionist picked up, ready to assist.

“Dr. Augustus’ office, how may I help you?”

“I, uh, was hoping to schedule an appointment as soon as possible. I…think I might have rupees,” he said quietly.

“I see. And this is Jacob calling?” The female voice on the other end asked after a brief pause.

“How did you…?” The fox started.

“We have your number in the system from the last time you were here. It pops up on the computer when you call from it,” the receptionist stated.

“Oh. Well, yes,” he confirmed.

“Given the potential severity of this, we do have a small opening in about half an hour where someone canceled. I can slot you in for then if you’d like,” she proposed.

“Sure, yes, I can do that. I’ll be there as soon as I can,” the fox spat, hanging up the phone before he could even say goodbye. He dashed out of the bathroom and back to the break room, grabbing his jacket and donning it as fast as possible. Evan had evidently gone back to work already, nowhere to be seen in the room. Just one more stop, and Jacob could be on his way.

The vulpine ran from the break room down the hall toward his manager’s office, opening the door without knocking. He saw James Grotseier sitting behind the computer, focused on his screen. The grey-furred tanuki looked up when he was interrupted though, glancing over at Jacob. The fox spoke first, not giving his boss any time to respond.

“Sorry James, I’m on the way to the doctor. Something real bad’s going on, will update you later. I’m out for a bit,” he spat, taking off back down the hallway again before he got a response.

“Jacob! Come back here!” He heard the tanuki yell behind him, each word getting fainter as he got further away. 

The fox did no such thing though, rushing toward the exit of the store. Luckily, the doctor’s office wasn’t too far away, only fifteen minutes or so. Jacob quickly got into his car and headed off, mind racing with all the implications of what this meant for him. Was he going to eat all his trash now? Was he going to end up late for work and smelling like piss like Evan was? Or was it going to be worse in ways he couldn’t imagine?

His heart beat madly as he pulled up in front of the office, walking inside with his head bowed low, as if others could somehow tell what was going wrong with him. The fox made a beeline straight for the counter, placing his paws on it and clearing his throat slightly.

“Hi, I’m, uh, Jacob. I called earlier and got an appointment for 11:30,” he muttered.

“Right, I remember. Just take a seat, I’ll get you all checked in,” the cheetah behind the desk stated, utterly disinterested in whatever was going on with the fox. 

“Thanks,” Jacob mumbled, shuffling off to find the nearest chair. 

The wait was agonizing. He’d arrived with about fifteen minutes to spare, on top of doctors being notoriously late for their appointments. No matter what he tried though, he couldn’t take his mind off what was about to happen. The pictures on the walls were uninteresting, none of the magazines on the table piqued his interest, and he couldn’t seem to find anything remotely distracting on his phone. He could still smell the piss on his paws and lips.

As he sat there watching the seconds tick by, Jacob tapped his footpaws on the ground, working out the nervous energy in any way he could. Every time the door toward the offices opened, his ears perked, only to end up disappointed when it wasn’t for him. Five minutes past his appointment time, Jacob started to get more frustrated. He knew it was a last minute booking, but they’d told him they’d be ready at this time, and he really needed to talk to someone about it.

Before he could be taken to the back, Jacob witnessed another patient enter the lobby, moving up to the counter much the same way that he did. Shortly after the rabbit introduced himself though, he collapsed onto his side, panting heavily. Quickly, the receptionist grabbed the phone, urgently addressing anyone who could hear the PA system.

“Nurse to the lobby quickly, nurse to the lobby,” she repeated, and a few seconds later, a lion popped out from the back. The receptionist pointed to the patient on the ground, and the nurse quickly strode over toward him. He rolled the rabbit onto his back, taking a quick look at him. The lapine remained silent, barely able to move, licking his lips as though he was starving.

“You have his patient records?” He quickly asked the receptionist. “Probably rupees, but I need to know what to give him.”

“One second,” the cheetah uttered, frantically typing on her keyboard. “Uh…yes, rupees, sweat,” she finished succinctly.

“Got it,” the lion answered. He barely moved, shifting slightly to his right to better steady himself. One of his legs lifted into the air and he placed his toes on the rabbit’s lips, wiping them off across them. He dipped a couple inside and pressed them down on the patient’s tongue, but he still couldn’t move, panting softly around the musky appendages.

“Ugh. Okay, time for the big guns,” he muttered, squatting down over the rabbit’s head. Jacob could easily see from this angle that the nurse had absolutely nothing on under the blue coat he was wearing, allowing everyone in the waiting area to see his crotch very clearly. The lion’s sack rested on the rabbit’s nose, while his lips were firmly pressed against that golden taint. 

“Come on, you can do it. Just stick your tongue out,” the lion urged, wiggling his hips back and forth slightly. A few seconds passed where everyone looking on held their breath, but soon, the lion spoke again. “There we go…just like that,” he purred, feeling the rabbit’s tongue now sliding along his fur. Jacob could see the tip of the feline shaft poking out as the lion was licked, clearly enjoying the experience.

“Alright, I think you’re good,” the nurse said at long last, standing up after being practically rimmed for a full minute. The rabbit clearly agreed, reaching out and allowing himself to be pulled back into a standing position, looking immediately healthier than he had before.

“Thanks,” the patient said, licking his lips and trying to get everything possible from them.

“My pleasure. You gonna be okay until your appointment?” The lion asked.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” the bunny answered.

“Alright,” the nurse concluded, patting the rabbit on his back. “Now for what I was on the way out here for anyway - Jacob?”

The fox’s ears perked up as he heard his name. “H-here,” he said, on the verge of shaking after witnessing that event. He soon got up and followed the nurse though, unable to stop himself from looking down at the lion’s still-hard cock, occasionally poking through the flaps of his coat. 

“So how’re you today, Jacob?” The lion asked, trying for some small talk as he got Jacob onto the scale to get his pre-appointment weight.

“Uh…been better, I suppose,” he said, surprised, unsure how else to really answer the question right now. 

“Right, you saw that whole display out there. Don’t worry. Even if you do have rupees, it rarely gets to that extreme. It usually takes three or four days before someone collapses from lack of treatment, and only the most stubborn patients really resist for that long. The need gets too great, and you cave in,” the lion stated. “195 pounds…” he muttered, jotting a note down onto his pad. “Not a bad weight for your height and species.”

Jacob could only nod in response, too nervous to really speak. It was one thing to be told that, but after seeing someone collapse over rupees, and having known several people now with the disease…it never seemed to be easy to have a normal life again. He silently followed the lion into a private room, sitting on the paper-covered bed inside, awaiting his examination.

“The doctor will be with you in a few moments,” he said, “but I’ve got some preliminary questions first that should help us move things a bit more quickly. Is that okay?”

“Sure,” Jacob replied, still occasionally looking down at the lion’s cock, now tenting the coat straight up.

“Great. Well, I know you’re in for suspected rupees. As you might know, rupees is generally only transmitted one of two ways - genetically, or sexually. Can I ask your sexual orientation?” The lion queried.

“Um…gay, but I haven’t…uh, had sex before. I don’t think it’s that,” Jacob admitted.

“Alright, that answers the next couple questions. Genetically then - anyone in your family with it?” The lion continued.

“My brother, but he’s the only- wait, no, mom had it too. I don’t know how bad it was - Dad told us it was pretty severe, but never went into a ton of detail on it,” Jacob replied.

“Well, it’s possible then I suppose, but it is rather rare for it to be passed genetically - rupees is a stubborn little disease, but really is more contagious than anything. I’ll let the doctor give his final diagnosis though,” the nurse said. “Last question then - what symptoms made you believe you had it?”

“Uh…well, I was eating a protein bar earlier, and ended up eating the wrapper without knowing it. Then when I went to the bathroom, I had to take a piss, and next thing I knew…” he paused, embarrassed by the events of earlier that morning. With a gulp, he continued, finishing with “I just had to swallow it. It felt like a primal need that overcame me.”

The lion tilted his head a bit, looking strangely at the fox. “I mean…it does sound a bit like it, but I’ve never heard of someone consuming both trash and piss as a result of the disease before. Everyone I’ve come across only had one form of it. Again, I’ll wait for Doctor Augustus’ diagnosis. Before I call him in though, if you want to be truly tested for this, there’s a consent form here. The tests can get a bit more personal than our typical appointments, and I’m sure he’ll want to be thorough. Read it through please, and if you’re okay with proceeding, I’ll just need a signature and date at the bottom.”

“Okay…” Jacob said slowly, unsure just how ‘personal’ these tests would get. He only had tangential knowledge of the disease to start with, and the documents didn’t seem to get too specific. Just that the doctor had a right to perform personal tests, and Jacob was signing to state that these tests in no way constituted sexual harassment or unwanted contact of any form, as he consented to them. He supposed he could see why this was necessary, given that piss was one of the triggers, and the doctor whipping out his cock to take a leak could be construed as strange in normal society. Wanting to know for sure what was going on, Jacob signed the paper, handing the clipboard back to the nurse.

“Excellent. Wait right there, and Dr. Augustus will be in shortly,” the lion stated, heading out of the room and leaving Jacob in solitude.

Hardly a minute passed before the door opened again, and a relatively familiar hyena entered the room. “Jacob, been a little while,” the doctor replied. “Dr. Augustus, but just call me Sebastian. It feels odd to be so formal with the purpose of the appointment today.”

“Hi, Sebastian,” Jacob said shortly, wanting to move past the pleasantries and onto the testing.

“Now, I believe you’re in for a potential Ethismatic Rupophagia diagnosis, correct?” The doctor asked, though when Jacob tilted his head in confusion, he continued. “Rupees, as it’s colloquially known.”

“Oh,” Jacob replied. “Yes, I suppose so.”

“I’ve got the nurse’s notes here, and I must say, it seems unlikely. Tell me, what do you know about rupees?” The doctor asked.

“Uh…I know it’s a disease that makes you addicted to weird stuff. My brother’s basically a slut with how much he needs cum. My co-worker’s addicted to piss now, and the guy in the lobby apparently needed sweat? I dunno, it just seems to make you gross,” Jacob answered.

“Essentially, yes. Ethismatic Rupophagia works by converting your digestive process into one that can tolerate other substances. It typically forces you to consume one of five things, to varying degrees. Fecal matter, urine, semen, refuse, or sweat. Some of those afflicted can get away with things like simply precum or throwing away perfectly good food but just eating it out of a trash can, but others are more severe, and need full blown doses to treat it. It essentially becomes as necessary for you as water - if you don’t consume whatever your body needs every three days, you become extremely short on energy, collapse, and become the equivalent of dehydrated. As with water though, we highly recommend more frequent consumption,” Sebastian stated.

“Wait. The only treatment is just to give into the disease? There’s no medicine to lessen the effects or anything? This stuff is everywhere, and no one’s come up with a way to treat it?” Jacob asked, frustrated.

“Nothing we’ve found works. It seems to alter the body’s chemistry too heavily,” Sebastian started. 

“What the fuck…this wasn’t always a thing, right? I thought this was a relatively recent disease that we discovered,” Jacob asked.

The hyena nodded. “Within the last 100 years, correct. Some doctors theorize that it was an experiment gone wrong, or perhaps that someone malicious released it into the wild as we tried to understand our biological needs better. I think that’s all bullshit, though, if you’ll excuse the language.”

“What…what do you think, then?” Jacob asked.

“I think it’s nature’s way of balancing things,” the doctor said simply. 

“...Okay. What do you mean by that?” The fox pressed.

The hyena sighed. “I don’t want to get too political or offer commentary on society as a whole or anything. That’s not my job. But put simply, I view the disease as a natural evolution to correct the balance of nature. Furs have been prevalent on this planet for tens of thousands of years now, but recently, our level of pollution has gone up exponentially, in all forms. Destroying the atmosphere, garbage piles in the oceans, all kinds of things. I think the disease originally evolved to help us clean up after ourselves and not ruin our planet, and that’s why it’s so hard for us to fight it - we can’t win over nature in the long run.”

“I…huh. I suppose that makes sense,” Jacob admitted. “But so what, I’m just…stuck with it?”

“Well, we haven’t even determined you have it yet. Let’s start there first. Rupees typically manifests in one of the five ways. It’s extremely rare for someone to be affected in more than one way, and only once have I ever met someone afflicted with all five. Now, assuming you just found out about it this morning, you would still be in the early stages of the disease. Your body would be learning its new desires, and you may not be aware of them yet. Once exposed to the triggering substance though, it would fully kick in. It’ll be harder to control as well in the early days, so the tests here expose you to the potential substances in a safe environment and we gauge your results,” the hyena explained.

“Isn’t that a little…unscientific? Shouldn’t you do a blood test or something?” Jacob asked.

“Unscientific? No, not at all. We have a hypothesis - that you have rupees. We’re going to run an experiment, and based on the results of our findings, come to a conclusion. Sure, the blood tests can be another experiment, but unless you feel like paying over three hundred dollars and waiting two days to find out…I recommend we do the in-office tests,” Sebastian suggested.

“Alright, fine. Where do we start?” Jacob asked.

“One question first, before we get going. Are you, to the best of your knowledge, sexually aroused by any of the substances listed previously?” Sebastian started.

“What? No! I mean, cum, maybe, but I haven’t really been around anyone’s but my own,” Jacob answered.

“I have to ask. Sometimes it can reveal false positives. I’ve had a couple patients fake symptoms just to get me to piss on them,” the doctor recounted.

“Eugh,” Jacob recoiled, not able to say much more than that.

“Yeah, it’s a giant waste of my time, when I can be spending it on people who truly need it. Now, usually, I start with trash, as it’s the easiest of the five to target, as well as one of the symptoms you listed with my nurse earlier,” Sebastian stated. He reached down and picked up the small trash can in the room, holding only a few stray pieces of paper and a couple used tissues. “Give that a big whiff.”

Jacob looked at the can quizzically, unsure how anyone could stand living off this stuff. He took the plastic container and leaned his head over it, inhaling sharply through his nose. While he didn’t pick up much of a scent, his body immediately registered the act. Jacob plunged his head into the can, snarling as he snapped at the garbage, chomping on a few pieces of paper he collected. It was difficult to break down, and the fox largely had to wait for his saliva to wet the paper enough to mush it into smaller pieces. He gulped it down the second his body could take it and went back for more. The tissues were much easier, quickly disintegrating inside the fox’s muzzle. The stray snot and mucus in them hardly registered with Jacob - the overwhelming need to feed consumed him.

After a minute of tearing away at the refuse, Jacob pulled his head back out of the can. He whimpered softly as he realized it was completely empty. Unsatisfied, he raised it back up and started trying to gnaw a chunk of plastic out of the can itself, but it was ripped away from him before he could do so.

“Alright, well…I think that’s a positive,” the hyena nodded. “Sorry Jacob, but it looks like you’ve got rupees. As I said, we can always do a blood test to confirm, but…I’m pretty sure in this case. There were a couple gross things in there and you didn’t even flinch.”

“Ughhhhh,” Jacob groaned, partially at his diagnosis, but also at the nagging feeling in his stomach begging him to consume more.

“I understand this is frustrating for you. It’s not easy living with this - my husband has it as well, and it’s a constant source of stress for him. It can be managed though, and as far as we’re aware, it doesn’t have any effect on lifespan or overall health, just an inconvenience to live with,” Sebastian stated. “Before we conclude though, I notice you also told my nurse you found urine particularly stimulating earlier. I wouldn’t be doing my job if I didn’t fully test you, so we should continue - that is, if you’re able.”

“Yeah, fine, whatever,” Jacob spat. Out of all the horrible things to happen today, he hadn’t even had this on his radar. 

“I’m sorry, Jacob. But if we don’t figure out the extent of this, you may incur more risk if additional symptoms appear unexpectedly,” Sebastian warned.

“Yeah, I get it, just…get on with it,” the fox sighed.

“Alright, well, let’s just do piss next since we know that’s a likely candidate…” the hyena trailed off. He grabbed a medium-sized cup from the counter in the room and brought it around to his front, holding it beneath his crotch. With his other paw, he shifted his white coat out of the way, allowing Jacob to see that the doctors weren’t wearing any undergarments either. A rather thick-looking sheath appeared, with a small bit of black flesh poking out the top. Sebastian relaxed and let out a controlled stream, filling the cup with his dark yellow liquid, barely managing to cut it off before he overflowed it.

“Sorry about that,” he said, gingerly shifting the glass up and moving it toward Jacob. “You know how it can be; it’s hard to stop a stream once you get started.”

The fox simply nodded, focused on not spilling the urine. He carefully took the cup and hoisted it up to his nose, though he didn’t even need to sniff this time. The scent was already apparent, and no sooner was it close to his muzzle than he was chugging the piss. He made short work of it, downing the urine in a few seconds flat, followed by a small belch that he did his best to stifle.

“Excuse me,” Jacob muttered, setting the cup on the bed beside him.

“Well…okay, you’re one of the rare ones unfortunately. Let’s keep going…the next three can kind of all be done together, or at least close to. I’ll try to isolate them though, so we don’t get false positives. Sweat can obviously be done in the same area as semen and fecal matter, but our footpaws can also be a source of it. Do you have any previous attraction to them?”

“No…but after all this, who knows. It might just change…” Jacob said dejectedly.

“Let’s see at least. Let me just get situated here,” the doctor said, shifting around in his chair. He lifted one of his legs as high as he could, holding it up near Jacob and wiggling his toes toward the fox. “Hold that up, give it a whiff, and we’ll see what happens.”

Knowing his luck, the fox was already convinced of what would occur. Sure enough, as soon as he raised the doctor’s leg, his tongue was already out, flicking itself off the toes and collecting every bit of sweat and grime he could come across. Finding the spaces between them the juiciest, he wrapped his lips around each of them in turn and gave them a firm suck, swirling his tongue through the little fur down there and around the claw, collecting everything he could get his muzzle on. Jacob whined again softly when the doctor pulled his leg back, setting his now wet footpaw back on the ground.

“Three down, three positives…” the doctor said somberly. “Two more tests, and unfortunately, you’re going to have to move for these. I’ll need you down on your knees.”

Jacob remained silent, too upset to speak at this point. He just got down on the ground, doing what was asked of him. The fox already knew roughly where he needed to be, and while it wasn’t exactly how he pictured his first experience with a man, he acquiesced. Jacob scooted in and left his muzzle dangerously close to his doctor’s crotch, waiting to see which one the doctor wanted to test first.

“Well, semen’s a bit harder to test for without me being hard, so I’ll work on that. Meanwhile…let’s do the fecal exam,” Sebastian stated. He spread his legs wide, his coat parting with them. The hyena leaned back in the chair to give Jacob as much access as possible to his tailhole, and a moment later, felt the fox’s muzzle down there.

Jacob closed his eyes, begging for his luck to change, and to not be into this one at least. He couldn’t help his tongue at first though, desperately darting around the doctor’s taint, looking for any sweat to sate his already-discovered addiction. Fortunately for him though, he felt no additional pull toward the hyena’s tailhole and breathed a sigh of relief.

The doctor noticed this as well but knew that the test hadn’t actually been run yet. Musk was generally the overpowering scent down there; he needed to provide a true sample to test Jacob’s affinity for it. He grunted, straining heavily given that he didn’t feel the need to go quite yet. With some considerable effort, he managed to send a burst of flatulence directly into Jacob’s face, and immediately felt the result.

The fox practically dove forward as the gas entered his nostrils, tongue hungrily seeking out the doctor’s tailhole. There were no formalities here. Jacob shoved his tongue directly inside, quickly piercing the sphincter and swirling around, searching for anything to eat. He collected a few streaks of waste, enough to give him a taste of it, but nothing satisfying. Even as he dove deeper, he still came up empty. The doctor had to almost force him away just to get him to stop; otherwise, Jacob would have left his tongue firmly lodged up Sebastian’s ass until he got what he wanted.

“Remember to stay calm, okay? Last one,” the doctor said, knowing no words about the situation would really help Jacob now. “The, uh, test is ready when you are,” he said, gesturing down toward his crotch. No doubt engorged from Jacob’s incessant licking, the hyena’s cock had reached a size the fox was hardly prepared for. Yet it wasn’t even fully erect. The tip pulsed at him slightly in anticipation.

The fox just wanted to get this over with at this point. His face and breath stank by now, and it wasn’t going to get any better. As he leaned in, he paused for a moment, staring down at the doctor’s shaft. He’d never done anything with someone else before, and certainly hadn’t pictured his first time as part of a medical examination. Part of him wanted to say no thanks, but an ever-growing side demanded he continue, especially once he saw a droplet forming at the tip of the length.

After a moment, he traced his tongue over the hyena’s cock, collecting the small bead of pre. As with every other test, Jacob reacted instantly, closing his lips around the flesh and sucking with everything he had. Despite his lack of experience, he was largely familiar with how things worked down there, and instantly turned toward sucking the doctor off to get his treat.

The hyena moved slightly to halt the fox before things went too far, but stopped himself. He’d already denied Jacob fecal matter to satisfy that particular addiction, and he didn’t want to do that again with semen. At least, that’s what he told himself. In truth, the frantic sucking of a new afflicted patient felt better than almost anything he’d ever experienced, and Sebastian couldn’t bring himself to stop the fox.

Jacob, meanwhile, was so lost to his disease that he didn’t notice anything untoward about the situation. There was a cock in front of him blocking the path to his needs, and the fox was going to get what he was after. His tongue worked overtime, twirling around the shaft as he felt it repeatedly entering his throat. It never even occurred to him that he had no trace of a gag reflex, so focused was he on his drink. 

The addiction grew stronger the longer it took. Jacob even started whimpering around the shaft, finding the pains in his stomach almost too much to bear after being given small doses of everything throughout the appointment. He was practically throwing himself forward, directing every ounce of energy he had left into making the doctor cum. At certain moments, his tongue had even dove past his front canines to lick at the sweaty scrotum housing the virile factories from which he’d earn his reward. 

While Sebastian was sympathetic to Jacob’s situation, he couldn’t make himself get off faster than biology allowed. He focused as much as he could on the pleasurable sensations, and while the fox was doing a good job for his first time, it didn’t mean he was able to get off that quickly. The only saving grace was that he was leaking pre like a faucet, giving Jacob at least a little of what he craved. Finally though, after almost ten minutes of sucking and with a soft growl, the hyena came.

Jacob had never felt something so amazing in his life. He wasn’t even hard, yet the taste of the doctor’s cum sent euphoria through his body like never before. His energy returned tenfold, feeling like he could suck off another ten guys and not even break a sweat. After downing the last of the cum, he pulled off the shaft, giving it another quick lick just to be sure. The fox slumped back against the medical bed in the room, a smile across his lips for the first time in a while.

“Fuck…” he breathed. “I feel like a drug addict who just got his fix.”

“You’ll…you’ll feel like that a lot now, I imagine,” the hyena panted. “It’s a powerful motivator to keep you indulging in whatever the disease has designated you to consume. For you, it seems to be…everything.”

Jacob froze, suddenly apprehensive after feeling so jumpy. “Right…about that. It’s not like I can just go to the supermarket and order up a few jugs of piss and a pound of feces every day. What am I supposed to do about this?” Jacob asked, standing back up and starting to pace slightly, now understanding why Evan was so energetic earlier.

“I suggest a strong support network. I’ve got some information in a pamphlet I’ll send home with you, but ultimately…you’ll be dependent on others to help you sate your desire, much like I helped you now. You can use your own secretions for a while, but they have diminishing effects each time, to the point where I’d say to only consume them in a case of emergency. If you’re not already familiar with it, you may want to wander around Paradise for a while and see who you can meet. I live there with my husband; it makes finding guys to feed him their shit a bit easier,” the doctor suggested.

“Paradise? The nude district?” Jacob asked.

“It’s not fully nude - a good portion of furs still prefer going around clothed. It’s just a bit more open than the rest of Riverside. Here, a cop’ll give you a ticket if you whip your dick out in public and start pissing on the side of a building. In Paradise though, it’s probably fifty-fifty whether he’ll just ask to drink it or ignore you,” Sebastian explained.

“Okay…well, I’m not sure I’m quite that desperate yet. I’ll…I’ll keep it in mind, I suppose,” Jacob responded, a bit uneasy at the prospects for his future.

“Option’s there if you need it. Aside from that, in the packet I’ll send home with you are locations of a few urgent care facilities around the town. They’re all equipped to give you small doses of what you need, but it can get expensive solely relying on those,” the hyena noted. “I highly recommend a few good friends who likely also have the disease so you can trade. Though with your situation…you’ll do a lot more taking than giving.”

“Thanks…” Jacob said softly, still wandering the room. 

“If you need anything, you can call the office here as well. Obviously my husband and I are open, especially after I let you suck me off there, and I can try to help you where I can, but again, I wouldn’t rely on it,” Sebastian offered.

“Alright. Anything else?” Jacob asked, wanting nothing more than to just be out of the office at this point. 

“No, I think that’s it. Papers and here, you’ll need this,” the hyena handed him a wet wipe. “It’s for the cleanup, and…I’m sorry, Jacob. I really am. I’ve never treated anyone with all five forms at once before, and only even know of one, besides you, who does have them. I don’t know that anything I can really say will make it better,” Sebastian uttered.

“No…I suppose not. Thanks, doc,” the fox said slowly, standing up and taking the offered papers. He silently left the room, heading back toward the lobby and bailing as fast as he could. He whipped his phone out, sending off a quick text, hoping his father saw it before he got there. 

‘Stopped by doctor. Will go into details at dinner tonight.’ Jacob typed.

He put his phone away for a moment, but it buzzed almost immediately after. His father must have been waiting for the news. 

‘Sounds good. See you later. Love you.’ Levi replied.

‘Love you too, Dad.’ the fox answered back.

Jacob put his phone away again. He was thankful he at least had a family who could help support him in this, knowing they wouldn’t turn him away no matter how bad things got. Who knows, his brother may even have contacts who could help him satisfy his new addictions.

For now though, he had to get back to work. He had no idea how he was going to focus for the rest of the day, much less if Evan pestered him about where he’d been. Fortunately, when he returned to the store, the otter was nowhere to be seen. He must have only had to work a half shift today. Before he could get back to his duties, he felt like he owed an explanation to his manager. Jacob made the quick walk down to James’ office and knocked this time, waiting for a response.

“Come in,” the voice boomed, and Jacob obeyed, walking into the office. “Ah, come back to explain yourself, did you? After leaving us short-handed today no less,” James noted.

“I’m sorry. I had a bit of a freakout earlier. I made an emergency doctor appointment and had to race to get there on time,” Jacob uttered, head bowed in embarrassment.

“Oh really? What was so urgent that you had to bail on your shift, yet you’re apparently here and fine now?” James demanded.

“Uh…” the fox started, unsure if he particularly wanted to share his diagnosis with his boss. Nor was he even sure it was legal for him to demand that information. He knew Evan had a bit of a longer leash due to the disease though, and figured disclosing that might afford him the same - he might need it in the future. “I, uh, got diagnosed with rupees,” he said slowly.

The tanuki grimaced. “God damn it, I already have to deal with one of you with it, now there’s another?” James half-shouted. “How’d you get it, huh? Evan? I knew you two had been fucking in the back room on your breaks!” 

“What? No! We’ve never! And I didn’t get it from him! It’s genetic!” Jacob said, raising his own voice in response.

“Uh huh, sure,” James said, rolling his eyes. “Fuck…guess I’ve got more paperwork to do now, thanks a lot,” the tanuki said sarcastically.

“Paperwork?” Jacob asked, unsure what he meant.

“Disability shit. I’ll have a couple things for you to sign as well later. Since you officially let me know, I’m required to log it in the employee file and track that accommodations must be made to take care of your…new needs,” the tanuki spat with thinly veiled disgust. “Just go, I’ll send you whatever later. You’re still getting a write-up for leaving without approval earlier, by the way.”

“But that’s not fair! It was medical!” Jacob protested.

“And you could have made the appointment a different day; it’s not like you were going to fall over that second,” James countered. 

“Oh, come on, I was scared! I didn’t know what was going on!” the fox continued.

“Neither did we. And you made your coworkers pick up the slack. Try not to freak out next time,” James said, waving his paws to dismiss Jacob from the office.

The fox grumbled, standing up and shoving the chair back toward the desk, knowing there was no use in protesting. He strode quickly from the room, now with an additional layer of frustration on top of everything else going on. It made the next few hours that much more painful, dealing with the thoughts constantly buzzing around in his head like bees. The only thing Jacob could say on the good side was that the conversation with his boss was the last of the negative things to happen for a while, and that he hadn’t had any strong flare-ups of desire yet from his disease. He finished what was left of his shift in relative peace, clocking out for the last time that day and heading home.

With a sigh, Jacob climbed into his car and took off, mind swirling with questions now that he was properly diagnosed. It was rough enough seeing his brother and Evan satisfying their needs at least twice a day, and he now had five times the work to do. He shook his head, wondering how the hell he was going to fit it in. At least some of them could be done together - getting cum and piss from a sweaty cock would take care of three of them, and trash was abundant, but finding someone willing to shit in his mouth was going to be much more difficult. 

The fox somehow managed to make it home in one piece, surprised he was able to drive with as distracted as he was. He remained emotionless as he made his way inside, too numb to cry at this point, not even sure how he was going to reveal the news to his family. As soon as he crossed the threshold, he was greeted by his father, clearly waiting for him to arrive.

“Hey, Jacob,” Levi said, striding over and wrapping his arms around his son, pulling him into a big, strong hug.

“Hey, Dad,” Jacob said monotonically, weakly returning the hug as he looked up at the large, muscular wolf.

“I…take it by the sound of your voice, the diagnosis wasn’t good?” Levi asked.

“Nope…is Seth here? Would really rather not have to say all this twice,” Jacob asked. He let his arms fall to the side, making a point not to look his dad in the eyes. He knew he could tell him anything, but this was something he thought he’d never have to talk about. 

Levi’s smile softened slightly, registering his son’s demeanor but choosing not to address it. “Yeah, he’s been taking a nap. Not even sure he knows you went to the doctor yet. You know how bad he is about checking his phone,” Levi remarked, turning over toward the stairs. “SETH!” he barked. “Get down here!  Jacob’s got news.”

Jacob gradually made his way over toward the dining room table, following his nose as he sat down at one of the chairs. Clearly his dad and brother were about to have dinner, with the few dishes spread around the table. 

“Help yourself,” Levi offered, gesturing toward the spread. “With everything going on, I wanted a low stress meal today, so I piled a bunch of ingredients out here and figured we could make our own sandwiches.”

“Thanks,” Jacob said, sliding into a seat as his father took the one opposite him. He grabbed a couple pieces of wheat bread and stacked some ham and cheese between them, preferring to keep it relatively simple. As he bit into it though, he struggled to get himself to swallow, having to really force it down. With an exasperated sigh, he dropped it back onto the table. It was almost as if his body was resisting anything that wasn’t on the list he’d gotten from the doctor.

“You alright?” Levi asked, stacking a few layers onto his own sandwich, looking over at Jacob with concern.

“No…it’s…” he started, but was cut off when Seth came into the room, yawning.

“Hey lil’ bro. What’s up?” He asked, heading over toward the table, but his face immediately turned to concern when he saw Jacob’s expression. “Everything okay?”

“No, it’s not,” Jacob began again. “I, uh, I went to the doctor this morning after I found myself eating a protein bar wrapper without realizing it.”

After sitting down, Seth looked over at him. “Oh damn, you got the rupees too, huh?” he asked. “I think I got mine from some guy out in Paradise, forget his name. Some dragon though. You got the trash version then?”

“Uh…kind of,” Jacob said slowly. He knew his brother was going to take it well, and even potentially his dad, but this was going better than expected. Still, he was nervous to talk about such an intimate matter.

“Kind of?” Levi asked, unsure what Jacob meant.

“Well, yes…” Jacob started. “But…the others too.”

“What do you mean, the others too? You got more than one kind?” Levi asked, expression suddenly turning to one of fear.

“Yeah. All…all five, I think,” Jacob muttered. “Semen, trash, urine, sweat, and…” he paused, trying to remember what one he’d missed. The other two men’s eyes opened wide in surprise as he added more and more to the list, and their jaws hung agape as Jacob remembered the last one. “Oh yeah. Fecal matter.”

“Fuck, dude,” Seth said, after a stunned moment of silence. Shaking his head, he added, “The cum one’s not so bad, just means I have to go out and blow a guy every day or so. But all five…fuck. Are you supposed to just, like, constantly be treating it or what? Any meds to help control it?”

“Basically just satisfy the urges, yeah,” Jacob remarked bluntly, holding his head in his paws and looking down at the table. “I don’t get it. I thought it was supposed to be only sexually transmitted.”

“I did too,” Seth added.

“No…it’s rare that it happens, but it can be genetic too,” Levi explained, shaking his head a bit.

“Oh. So…mom…” Seth said slowly.

“Great,” Jacob breathed. “Now that you say it, I…vaguely remember you mentioning it could happen. I guess I just never thought it actually would.”

“Neither did I,” Levi replied. “Seth didn’t get it - or at least, not from your mom,” he said pointedly, giving the fox-wolf hybrid a knowing look. Seth looked away briefly in embarrassment, but soon turned back around toward the conversation. “After that, I thought we were clear, and it wouldn’t get passed down. I guess I was wrong,” the wolf sighed.

“It’s not your fault,” Jacob said softly. “Not like any of us wanted this to happen. I don’t even know why it decided to show up now of all times…”

“Me neither. I’m sorry, Jacob, but it’s…it’s going to be difficult,” Levi started, getting slightly choked up as memories started coming back to him. “I know I’ve told you guys the basics about what happened with your mom, but…it might be worth a bit more detail now, since it’s…unfortunately relevant again,” he sighed. “I’m not saying any of this to scare you, son, but I think it’s important for you to know what’s coming. Things are different now, but first and foremost, know that we’re here to support you.”

“Okay…” the fox said skeptically. His dad sure wasn’t making things easy with a line like that.

“Alright, here goes. Victoria was diagnosed shortly before she was pregnant with you, Seth. We were never monogamous, so I don’t know where she got it from, and at this point, I don’t really care. Things weren’t as open back then as they are today, and it was…difficult, to say the least, to treat her. I provided what I could, but her needs were beyond that. It started slower, but her condition worsened and had her getting a fix every two hours at most. Doctors didn’t want to treat her, and there was only one clinic in town who’d try to help furs with rupees, and they didn’t believe she had all five. They thought she was a perv trying to get her fix, and they started refusing her help. She had to scrounge around, doing whatever she could to get by.”

“Despite it all, we did our best to live a normal life. She had you, Seth, and a couple years later, Jacob,” he paused, nodding to each in turn. “She’d already stopped working to be a stay-at-home mom, but couldn’t be around all the time. It was hard to find any contacts who were able to regularly help, so…it was a lot of desperate searching. Dumpsters, public restrooms, things like that.” Seeing Jacob’s eyes grow wide, Levi hastily added, “But you shouldn’t have that problem today! The disease is much more widespread - I think at last reports something like five percent of the population had it in one form or another, but thankfully it seems to be stabilizing around that number. You’ll be able to find other furs who you can…erm, trade with, or who are willing to help. It’s not nearly as taboo as it used to be.”

The trio were silent for a bit after Levi finished speaking, with Jacob now staring back down at the table. He listened to everything his father said, but it didn’t make the situation any easier. It was true that it was much more talked about these days, but only time would tell how Jacob could deal with it.

“I…I appreciate what you’re trying to do, Dad. But it’s not making it easier,” Jacob sighed.

“I’m sorry. I know, I just…I wish this wasn’t happening to you. If there’s anything I can do to help, let me know,” Levi urged.

“Same here, let me know if there’s anything I can do,” Seth added.

“Well, I’d say to find a way to get rid of it, but…I don’t think that’s likely,” the fox grumbled. “So I suppose unless you know somewhere I can find all this without depending on a ton of strange guys…then I’ve got nothing.”

“Um…” Levi started, but paused. “I…uh, well, I might know a way to help with some of it.”

“Dad!” Seth interjected.

“What? It’s only fair,” Levi replied.

“It’s still weird,” Seth answered.

“Can someone tell me what’s going on?” Jacob asked, confused as he looked between the two.

Levi looked over toward Seth, who let out a frustrated exhale. “Fine, tell him.”

“When Seth was diagnosed,” the wolf started, “he had a similar problem. Not…as extreme as yours…but still a problem. I…uh, offered to help.”

“Wait. You two…?” Jacob asked, eyes going wide again.

“Yeah,” Seth admitted. “It was every couple days at the start. It…uh, it still happens occasionally. It’s not quite as weird as it used to be, but…I still suck him off sometimes. Like you said…it was better than finding a bunch of strange guys to make the urges go away.”

“So…obviously no pressure, but the offer’s, uh, open,” Levi said, trailing off a bit and looking over toward Jacob. 

The fox just stared at nothing and shook his head. He felt like his whole world had just been toppled and overrun by horny doppelgangers. That, or he realized just how naive he was before now. After a moment, he spoke up. “Dad, I…I think I just need some time to think about all this. My world’s kind of turned upside down today. Sucking your dick isn’t exactly something I had in the cards for tonight, and I just…I think I need some time to think about all this. I’m gonna go lay down for a while,” he uttered, unceremoniously pushing himself away from the table and standing up.

“Like I said, we’re here if you need us. Even just for emotional support,” Levi suggested.

“Yep. We got you, little bro,” Seth added.

“Thanks. I’ll…see you guys later,” Jacob mumbled, not sure what else to really say.

The small vulpine turned and headed upstairs, mind still racing as he approached his bedroom. He shut the door behind himself as he entered, locking it to prevent any unwanted company. He moved over to his bed and lay on his side, blankly staring at the wall. His mind was moving far too fast to focus on any one train of thought, preventing him from making progress on any of them. It took a few minutes to calm down enough to rationalize anything on his mind, finally settling on his own situation and what he was going to do going forward.

For all the frustration he felt, he knew dwelling on it wasn’t going to get him anywhere. Knowing where the disease came from might be useful to bring up with the doctor in case a treatment was ever discovered, but right now it did nothing. He’d already seen how impacted both his brother and Evan were by the disease, and he was going to get it five-fold at least. Seth was out of the house at least every other night finding his fix, and Evan was late to work more times than Jacob could count. The fox had no idea if he was even going to be able to hold down a job at this point if he had to treat five things at once.

Aside from the practical impacts it would have on him, there was also the gross factor. Jacob could live with cum, and sweat and trash might be tolerable after a certain point. Trash could always be satisfied with things that themselves had no discernible odor or filth factor as well, like the wrapper he’d consumed earlier. Piss and shit though…he already knew he’d be able to consume them after his time at the doctor earlier. The problem would be hiding it, not walking around smelling like a sewer. Evan’s breath was never the freshest, and piss had to be orders of magnitude easier to deal with than shit. Jacob was going to have to start carrying a toothbrush around with him everywhere he went.

Lost in his train of thoughts, he had no idea how much time had passed. A knock at the door pulled him out of it nearly an hour later, interrupting the worries plaguing his mind. 

“What,” Jacob mumbled.

“It’s me,” Seth said quietly, just loud enough to be heard through the door.

Jacob sighed, recognizing his brother’s voice. Maybe it was better to talk this through with someone than to keep all his thoughts muddled in his head. He pushed himself up, using the little energy he had left to climb off the bed and slowly pad his way across the room. He unlocked the door and twisted the knob, letting the door crack a bit before he headed back over toward his bed and collapsed on it again, waiting for his brother to enter.

“Hey,” the hybrid breathed, shutting the door behind himself and cautiously making his way over to Jacob’s desk chair.

“Hey,” Jacob repeated, clear defeat in his voice. He reached up and lightly scratched his cheek before letting his arm flop back down on the mattress, unable to move much more than that.

“You…you doing okay?” Seth asked, though he felt dumb even doing so. He knew the answer already.

“Nope…” Jacob predictably replied.

“I…I figured. I wasn’t exactly happy when I got my diagnosis either. Used to think I’d be the one getting blown, not doing the blowing. But now…I guess I can see the fun in both,” Seth offered. “I obviously don’t know how it’ll be for you, with…all five, but…in my experience, it gets easier over time.”

“Hmph,” the fox muttered, still not willing to say a whole lot.

“You, uh…you have any questions?” Seth continued, doing his best to help. He was starting to feel as if he were intruding on Jacob’s space though, and prepared to leave if things didn’t turn around.

“Not really,” Jacob answered.

“You want me to go?” Seth asked. “I don’t want to be a bother.”

“No…it’s okay…” Jacob sighed. No matter what was going through his mind, he could see Seth wanted to be of assistance, and he didn’t want to push his brother away. He forced himself to sit upright on the bed, legs hanging over the edge of it and vaguely looking in Seth’s direction, though still staring at the ground. As he reached up and scratched his arm, he uttered, “It’s just…a lot.”

“I know it is. Anything in particular bothering you more than the rest?” the fox-wolf hybrid wondered.

“Just…how to go on. How do I even find a way to treat it all? How do I not end up disgusting by the end of it?” Jacob explained.

“It’s…it’s going to take some effort. I, uh, I met a guy once who had the shit version of it. His breath made it…quite obvious, even though he swears he brushed constantly,” Seth recounted.

“Great…” the fox croaked.

Seth’s ears flattened, immediately feeling ashamed for saying it. “Sorry…probably not the best motivational story. I guess…I guess I just wanted to say that it’s possible, but yeah, you’ll probably need quite a bit more toothpaste than usual. I think it’s doable.”

“Ugh. I shouldn’t have to do it at all…” Jacob lamented. His brother at this point had only offered to plug up holes in a failing dike for a flood he never even wanted.

“No, you shouldn’t,” Seth agreed. “The honest answer, as much as it sucks, is that yes, it interrupts your life. It comes up at awkward times and keeps you from being able to focus on anything else until you take care of it. It’s embarrassing to get used to at first, trying to treat it with someone else who knows how desperate you are.” The larger male paused and smiled. “But the odd thing is, I’ve also made friends this way too. No one knows what you’re going through except someone else who’s in the same situation. It…became a way of bonding, and a lot of my friends I have today I met because of it. Maybe you can look at it as becoming part of a new community, even if the normies think it’s weird.”

Jacob scrunched his face in confusion. “Normies?”

“Yeah,” Seth nodded softly. “It’s what we call everyone without rupees. It’s…not the most creative name in the world, I’ll give you that, but it’s accurate. Helps when you’re with our kind and we’re all venting about how society treats us.”

“Ah,” the fox noted. Attempting a voice of sarcasm, he aspirated, “Guess it’s just one more thing I’ll have to get used to.”

“You will. Like I said, it won’t be easy, but you’ll be fine,” Seth encouraged him.

Jacob nodded softly. “I hope so…” 

Seth paused for a moment, letting the awkwardness hang in the air, unsure what to really say. As he saw Jacob’s paw moving again though, he finally spoke up. “That bad already?” he asked.

“Huh?” Jacob uttered, confused.

“You’ve been scratching yourself quite a bit since I came in here…I can tell it’s starting,” the hybrid explained.

“So what? I’m just itchy,” Jacob deflected.

“No…I know those scratches. The addiction’s starting,” Seth insisted. “Your eyes aren’t as open as they normally are either; you look really tired.”

“Ugh. I hate this,” Jacob grumbled, knowing his brother was right. “You don’t look the most awake yourself either,” he countered.

Seth closed his eyes, feeling exactly what he had just described. “I’m not. It’s been a little over a day since my last fix,” Seth acknowledged. “I know what I need, but, uh…I guess I have to ask you, do you feel a drive for any particular one?”

Jacob reached in to see if he could tell a difference in these new desires, trying to understand all these new feelings. ‘Um…cum…and I guess…piss…” Jacob said slowly and quietly.

Silence hung in the air between the two. With what their father had brought up earlier, they both were thinking the same thing, but it was difficult to verbalize the topic again. After nearly thirty seconds of silence, Seth piped up again. “I…uh. Wow, I knew this was going to be awkward to say, but somehow doing it’s even worse.”

“Yeah,” Jacob admitted. “We don’t have to say it.”

“We do, it’s just going to be more awkward if we can’t even talk about it. When I started doing it…with dad…” he said, struggling to get the words out, “I tried the same thing. Just made it worse. Once we finally got past the point where we could talk about sex openly, it became…less taboo.”

“Alright. Then…” Jacob paused, trying to figure out what to say next. “So…are you offering for me to…you know, suck you off?”

Seth blushed a bit, bashful even with his myriad experience. “Yeah, I suppose so. Have you, uh, done anything like this before?” he asked.

Jacob lifted a digit. “Once…earlier today,” he admitted. “The doctor was going through the tests to make sure I had all of them, and tested that one…pretty thoroughly.”

“Ah. Pretty, uh, unique way for your first time,” Seth said awkwardly.

“Yeah…” Jacob agreed. Silence permeated the air again, but after a moment, it was the fox’s turn to break it. “I really don’t even want to do this, but…I don’t think I have a choice. Somehow it does seem less awkward with you than it would be going up to some random guy and asking to blow him…”

“I-it is,” Seth stuttered. “I mean, it’s awkward either way, and I certainly didn’t want to do it either. Right now, it’s kind of…picking the lesser of two evils. But over time you’ll grow to enjoy it, I hope. I can’t believe I’m even going to say this, and don’t tell him, but there have been a couple times where I told Dad the addictions were getting bad, but I just wanted to suck him off for fun.”

The younger brother lifted his head to look his brother in the eyes. “Seriously?” he asked, stunned.

“Yeah. I mean…he’s heard me say this, so it’s not a secret, but he does actually have a pretty nice cock…”

“Well,” Jacob stated. “Didn’t have that on my list of things I expected to hear you say today.”

“Wasn’t on my list of things I expected to say,” Seth countered. “But neither was anything about you having rupees. Dad and I both mean it when we say we’re here for you however we can be, and we know it’s awkward, but it’s better than going crazy and denying your new urges.”

“I suppose. Look, let’s just get it over with so I can sleep,” Jacob pushed.

“Alright. Like I said though, you’re…uh, not the only one with needs though. And no offense, but I don’t really want to suck you off if there’s a risk of me getting all five from it. Do you mind if I bring Dad in here? Might help in the future if you ever need him to give you a quick load,” Seth suggested.

Jacob let his head drop, closing his eyes and shaking his head. “Fine. I suppose it’s just better to rip the band aid off and get used to it.”

“Alright,” Seth said, reaching out and patting Jacob’s knee. “Just know we can stop any time if it gets too weird for you.”

“Okay,” Jacob acknowledged.

Seth turned toward the door. “DAD!” he yelled, screaming down the hallway. “COULD YOU COME IN HERE PLEASE?

A moment later, the large wolf walked through the door, looking at his sons sitting opposite each other. “Hey. How’s, uh, how’re you doing, Jacob?” he asked, stumbling over his words a bit.

“Okay, I suppose…” the fox trailed off.

“That’s something I guess. Anything I can do to help?” Levi asked.

“That’s…actually why we called you in here,” Seth started. “We talked it over a bit more, and after telling him a bit more about my experience…I think he’s willing to try to get what he needs from us,” he finished, to which Jacob nodded.

“You sure? You don’t have to; there’s no pressure. I’m willing to help, but I don’t want you to feel like you’re forced into this,” Levi said, encouraging Jacob to make his own choice.

“I’m…well, as sure as I can be,” the fox uttered, scratching his arm again. “I do need it, and it…might be useful to have a way to get it at home…”

“Alright, so…how’re we doing this? I, uh, think it might be weird if you’re both sucking me off at once,” Levi noted.

Jacob winced slightly. Hearing his dad talk about that was still awkward.

“Well, like I told Jacob,” Seth started answering, “I don’t know if it even can happen since I already have it, but I don’t really want to risk catching the other four types from him, so I can’t really suck him off. That leaves me with you. He can suck me off then, and…I guess I can piss for him afterward. I’ve done it for a couple other guys as part of a trade before.”

“That works for me. I guess then…Seth, you sit on the bed, Jacob, you kneel, and I stand here?” Levi suggested.

“Good with me,” Seth spoke, and the two canines started moving. The hybrid climbed up onto the bed where Jacob was formerly sitting, while the fox knelt onto the floor in front of him. 

Jacob waited to see what would happen next. The other two were far more experienced with this, and he planned to just follow their lead. Levi ended up being the one to make the first move, reaching down and fumbling for a second with his pants. His fingers quickly undid the fastenings and pushed the garment down onto the floor. Jacob still wasn’t sure he wanted to see what came next, but his father gave him no choice - the wolf slid his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and pushed those down as well, leaving his sons both face-to-face with his sheath.

“You still good?” Levi asked, looking down at the fox, recognizing the discomfort written on his face.

“Yeah…” Jacob breathed, though he wasn’t sure he meant it. His dad was tall, and from his position on the floor, he still had to look upward to see the rather sizable sheath. If it were almost anyone else, the fox would have still been a bit nervous, but perhaps not as much so. It was strange looking up at his half-naked father.

“Alright,” Seth started. “My turn then,” he announced, before shuffling around on the bed. He had to lean to his side for a moment but soon enough, his pants had joined Levi’s on the floor, leaving the trio as ready as they’d ever be. 

Jacob remained still, eyes now glued to his brother’s sheath. All he had to do was lean in and place his muzzle on it, yet he still hesitated. His body was equally screaming yes and no to him, desperate for the cum inside the hybrid’s fuzzy sack, while not quite wanting to break the incest barrier down. His thoughts were interrupted as Seth started shifting around, and by the time Jacob turned his head, he saw the fox-wolf hybrid’s muzzle wrapping itself around the tip of their father’s cock, coaxing it further out of the sheath.

The vulpine watched for a moment, still not quite able to believe what he was seeing. Levi’s cock kept growing, yet it gave Seth no trouble whatsoever. He had to be taking it into his throat by this point, yet it was still getting larger. The largest male of the three eventually topped out at just over a foot long, his cock an angry red as Seth repeatedly impaled himself upon its length, dribbling saliva onto the floor as his primal needs took over and let him seek his treatment. Jacob wondered if he would eventually become that talented, and then he realized what he was thinking. Did he even want that?

Levi let out a small moan as he felt his son truly get to work, the well-used esophagus stretching over his length and giving it a nice, firm squeeze. As he looked down though, he noticed Jacob hadn’t moved yet, simply watching the show. “Go on then,” he urged, reaching down and lightly patting the back of the fox’s head. 

Jacob gulped as he refocused back on Seth’s crotch. The hybrid’s cock was halfway out of the sheath already - he clearly enjoyed sucking their dad off. The fox wasn’t the most experienced, but going by what he’d seen in porn, Seth wasn’t lying - their father did have a nice dick. Seth’s, for that matter, wasn’t half bad either. It wasn’t quite as red as the patriarch’s, but it remained to be seen just how it would be once it was at full mast. Jacob supposed that was his job to get it there, and with some trepidation, readjusted himself on the floor and leaned forward, placing his muzzle near the hybrid’s crotch.

Being in proximity of so many of his new triggers certainly made things easier. Just the smell of his gym-going brother’s sweaty groin told him his body was ready for treatment. He raised a paw and lingered near Seth’s shaft for a moment. After a quick second of affirmation to himself, he finally made contact, wrapping his fingers around the base and feeling its warmth. While it still wasn’t what he imagined himself ever doing, there was a bit more room for him to take his time than at the doctor’s office earlier today. He gave it a couple small squeezes, sliding his fingers an inch or so up and down it before angling it toward his muzzle.

He waited another moment, staring down the barrel before his needs finally overtook him. The fox leaned in and wrapped his lips around the shaft, tasting the pre already formed at the tip. As soon as his tongue hit, it was lights out. All hesitation was gone as his body fully registered its new desires. He engulfed the remainder of the length protruding from his brother’s sheath, feeling the tip threatening entry to his throat already.

Seth paused for a moment as he felt Jacob finally begin sucking him off. It was a small but present sensation in his mind that he was getting blown, though not nearly strong enough to overpower his goal of getting his own treatment. It was still surprising to him just how single-minded rupees could make someone be. It wasn’t just overriding his own desire to cum, but completely blanking it out of his mind just so he could ingest some himself. 

Levi, meanwhile, had no such ulterior needs. It certainly wasn’t how he pictured his family bonding nights going, but after doing this so long with Seth, he’d gotten a bit more used to it. It was unfortunate Jacob was now pulled into things, but the lupine was willing to do whatever was required to make sure his sons got the help they needed. He’d certainly done as much for their mother. If that meant he had to let them suck him off, well…it wasn’t the worst thing in the world. Seth had gotten quite good at it, and as weird as it was to think about it, he was curious to see how Jacob’s oral skills would progress.

The fox was busy putting those skills to the test, fully swallowing his brother’s erect length, pressing his lips repeatedly into the fuzzy sheath below. One of his paws was firmly wrapped around the base and pointing it directly down his throat, making the trip down as easy as possible. It wasn’t just the desire for cum keeping him going either at this point - he could taste the hints of sweat present on the tip of Seth’s sheath each time he went down, and every trip he tried to take more of it inside to fix two of his needs at once. Hardly any sweat ended up inside the fox, but just having it there was enough to motivate the search for more.

Now in full swing, the trio continued for a while. Grunts and sloppy wet noises echoed through the bedroom as they worked, the scent of sex growing stronger and stronger in the air. Jacob couldn’t quite keep up the pace when compared to Seth, but given the amount of experience his brother had, it was hardly surprising. As a result though, Levi was the first to feel his orgasm approaching. The wolf shut his eyes and tried to hold it off as long as he could, but Seth was too good. The hybrid had his paw wrapped firmly around underneath his father’s knot, slamming his muzzle into the other side of it as he felt the cock throbbing, knowing his treat was near. The anticipation only made him work harder, and a moment later, he was finally rewarded. 

Seth pulled most of the way off once he felt his father’s cock start spraying, collecting each burst of hot jizz directly onto his tongue. He didn’t have the presence of mind to enjoy any of it though - the instinctive need to feed drove him to swallow it the second he could. It wasn’t until the load had started diminishing that he went back down the length, firmly squeezing it with his lips to try to milk every last drop out that he could get. Levi eventually had to step back to pull himself from his son’s maw, too sensitive as the hybrid tried to find more to drink.

Jacob had no idea what had gone on above him. Some part of him likely registered the events, but his brain was far too occupied to process them. He knew he too was getting close to his drink, but it took a bit more effort to get. Another couple minutes passed before the fox was fed, giving him a high even stronger than the one he’d felt with Dr. Augustus earlier that day. Each spurt into his throat was euphoric, flooding his body with pure bliss.

After milking his brother dry, Jacob couldn’t help himself from going for that extra little bit. He pulled off from the shaft and went after what had been teasing him for so long. His muzzle opened wide as he engulfed one of Seth’s balls, sucking madly on the fuzzy sack to drain it of every drop of salty sweat he could. Once the taste waned, he quickly flipped to the other, desperate to pull out every bit. It wasn’t until Seth gently started pushing him backwards that he dropped, whimpering once softly after his muzzle was emptied. 

While Levi was out of breath, Seth and Jacob felt far more energized than they had all day. Even after getting off, the hybrid felt like he could run a mile, his rupees quickly replacing the energy he’d lost from his orgasm and then some. Jacob wasn’t quite at that level with only some of his rupees treated, but he still felt a noticeable improvement.

“You guys…feel better?” Levi asked, panting softly.

Seth grinned widely. “Oh yeah. Thanks, Dad.”

“A bit, yeah,” Jacob agreed lamely.

“A bit?” Seth questioned. He rotated his head over to his brother, confusion turning to realization. “Oh. Right, you’ve got other stuff too, so those are…probably still there.”

“Yeah,” Jacob said again, shrugging. Looking up at both of his family members, he recognized the anticipation. In response, he shut his eyes and dug back into feeling his new desires once again. “It…it mostly feels like I need piss, right now…” he admitted, still feeling weird about the discussion.

“Well…I got off a bit ago, so I can probably muster some up, if…if you need,” Levi offered.

“I…” Jacob started, but after all the lines they’d crossed tonight, he decided one more wasn’t going to hurt anything. “I suppose so.”

Jacob wasn’t quite sure where the enthusiasm came from, but Levi quickly stepped away from Seth and padded nearer to Jacob, cock swinging enough to emphasize the weight of the meat.

Without any further encouragement, the fox only had to tilt his muzzle to see his father’s shaft still hard and pointing above his head. This morning, Jacob had never even touched another man’s cock, yet here he was kneeling beneath two hard dicks with their knots fully engorged, having just sucked off one and about to put his maw on the other. One was his brother’s; the other, his dad’s. Life had certainly thrown him a curve ball, but he was doing all he could to manage it. 

To that end, he rose a bit higher on his knees to get at eye level with his father’s cock. Being the third time he was about to take a dick in his maw today, it felt more natural, and there was much less hesitation than before. As a result, when Jacob took the tip into his muzzle, he simply waited, noting a small hint of excitement for what was to come. During the brief spell before his next drink, he silently cursed his brother for having the same disease, as not even the tiniest drop of cum was left for him to savor while his father’s urine was on its way. He didn’t have long to stew though, as Levi soon managed to relax enough to let the warm wolf piss flood his son’s maw. 

“Aaaaah,” the older male sighed reflexively.

Jacob was caught off guard, but his body reacted naturally. Not even a drop escaped his lips as he started chugging, letting the acrid golden liquid wash down his throat. With only the doctor’s as a point of comparison, he noted that his father’s was seemingly much more concentrated. The piss had a stronger, harsher taste, but somehow that only seemed to push Jacob to swallow faster. He wished that rupees could at least fix the flavor. At least give him that! No luck. He still found it absolutely repulsive, but there was no way in hell he was about to spit it out.

Levi pissed for nearly a full minute, completely flooding Jacob’s stomach. Neither of them were complaining though, each feeling their own versions of relief. While they wouldn’t have chosen to be in this situation, at the very least, it seemed to be producing a good outcome for both of them. It brought back distant memories for Levi, and he was determined to make this go-around better than the last one. 

After what felt like not nearly enough time for Jacob, the fox felt the stream weakening, sucking madly to draw out the last few drops and gulp them down. He licked his lips as he finally pulled off, swallowing the saliva and leftover taste of urine inside his maw. Now that his mind was a bit more clear, he focused again on his father’s dick. He’d have to give it a try next time he needed relief - Seth’s was already big, but he wasn’t sure he could even fit his dad’s down his throat. 

“Better now?” Levi asked.

“Yeah…thanks,” Jacob said, looking up from his position on the floor.

“I, uh, got some more if you need it. No pressure though,” Seth added.

Jacob didn’t even bother replying this time. He twisted around on the floor and put his brother’s dick back in his maw, waiting for his third drink in quick succession. It didn’t take long before he received it, immediately able to tell the difference in flavor. With how much Seth worked out, he drank much more water than anyone else in the family, and it showed in his piss. The hybrid’s urine was much less concentrated, having a relatively muted taste for Jacob. It still wasn’t pleasant, but it was far from the harshness of his father.

That drink too soon came to an end, and finally Jacob felt his needs satisfied for the moment. He pulled off and swallowed a few more times, satisfied he’d collected all he could. As he smacked his lips, Seth leaned back on the bed now that his duties were done, letting out a loud yawn. His cock still pointed straight up in the air. As he crossed his arms behind his head, staring up at the ceiling.

“Well, that’s all we’ve got I think,” Levi noted.

“Yep. I got what I need, and everything else is empty,” Seth agreed.

“I’m pretty good for now too. Thanks, guys…” Jacob sighed.

“Our pleasure,” Levi replied. “I mean it, if you need anything, let me know, okay?”

“Sure, Dad. I will,” Jacob nodded.

“Come here,” Levi urged, taking Jacob’s paw and helping pull him back up into a standing position. Promptly, the wolf pulled the fox into a hug, wrapping his arms around his son and squeezing him tight. It still felt a bit awkward with his cock firmly pressed against Jacob’s stomach, but it was hardly his biggest concern. Levi was solely focused on making sure the fox could handle his disease.

“Love you guys,” Levi said.

“Love you too, Dad,” the other two said in unison. 

“I know it’s still a little early, but I think I’m going to crash. Been a long day for all of us. Especially you, Jacob,” Levi noted.

“No kidding…I think I might do the same thing,” the fox said thoughtfully. “I’ve got physical energy like crazy right now, but mentally I’m just drained, and I don’t know that I could focus on anything tonight.”

“Same here,” Seth piped up. “You mind if I just sleep here? Don’t want to get back up at this point,” he requested. Levi shot him a weird look, causing the hybrid to speak up again. “What? We’re all fucking at this point, is sleeping in the same bed that weird?”

Levi sighed. “No, I suppose not. Just…keep it to oral, I guess.”

“No need to tell us twice. I don’t think either of us wants to risk not being able to swallow all the cum we can, right Jacob?” Seth asked.

“Right…” the fox said slowly, still unsure how the hell they were even having this conversation.

“Alright, well…night,” Levi said, offering them both a small smile.

“Night, Dad,” they both replied. With that, the wolf grabbed his pants and headed out of the room, leaving his sons alone again.

“Alright, if we’re doing this, I’m sleeping down here,” Jacob said, grabbing a pillow and moving it to the other end of the bed. 

“Got it. Trying to stay near my dick at all times,” Seth teased.

“No, I just don’t want to wake up practically making out with you,” Jacob rebutted.

“What, not good enough for you?” the hybrid joked.

“Ugh. You’re an ass sometimes,” Jacob answered.

“I know,” Seth said proudly. “You sleep with your clothes on?” He asked, noticing Jacob had made no motions to start undressing himself.

“If you’re in here, yeah,” the fox replied.

“Oh come on. You sucked me off and drank both our piss. You can’t even be naked around me?” Seth pushed.

“Why do you want me naked anyway?” Jacob countered.

“Just want it to be less awkward going forward. If you can’t even be naked around me, are you ever going to stop thinking it's weird to suck my dick?” Seth asked.

As odd as the statement was, the fox realized his brother had a point. “Ugh. I don’t know if it’ll help, but fine…” he acquiesced, tossing his shirt quickly off to the side. He waited a moment before finally taking his pants off as well, sliding them down his legs and standing naked next to his bed. “There. Happy now?” Jacob asked.

“Nice. Someone certainly enjoyed what we did,” Seth pointed out, seeing the fox’s cock halfway out of his sheath and still very wet.

“Yeah, yeah, get it all out. Rupees just seems to make me more into all this stuff,” the fox said dismissively.

“Maybe a bit, but you still liked it. Admit it,” Seth pushed.

“I didn’t…hate it…” Jacob admitted, finally climbing into bed and laying alongside his brother.

“Good enough. We’ll get you into it eventually - not like rupees is going away for either of us,” Seth said.

“No kidding. It’s going to be…interesting…” Jacob uttered, unsure what else to say.

“That it will. As long as you know you’ve got us to help you through it,” Seth assured him.

“I do,” Jacob said, pausing for a moment. “Thanks.”

“No worries, lil’ bro,” Seth said, shifting his leg over and giving the fox a quick nudge. “You see what I mean, by the way?”

“About what?” Jacob asked.

“Dad’s cock. Nice, right?” Seth explained.

“Ugh. Goodnight, Seth,” Jacob said, rolling his eyes.

“Heh. Night,” the hybrid finally replied, shifting onto his side and facing away from Jacob, doing his best to get comfortable. 

The fox soon did the same, and his action-packed day finally came to a close. It took him a while to fall asleep - even longer once he was subjected to Seth’s snoring - but with a lot of effort, he managed it. So many thoughts were swimming through his head, and shutting those down took some focus. There was nothing else he could do tonight, having sated his new needs as much as possible. He could only hope he’d find convenient ways to satisfy them tomorrow as well.

