﻿Frustratingly, Jacob had to leave before he and Verne could get up to much else. They swapped a few more diminishing loads over the next few hours, but eventually, the fox had to head home for the night. He had an early shift the next day, and he was going to be a zombie if he didn’t get some sleep. With all the energy his filth-fueled Rupees had given him, dozing off was difficult, but somehow Jacob managed it while still thinking about the wolf.

The next day was akin to torture. He’d only found one customer all day who was willing to help with his needs, and it was just a quick blowjob at that. Jacob resorted to drinking his own piss at one point during the day, though it didn’t have nearly the desired effect. It was palatable, but he didn’t feel the familiar energetic high as he did when chugging someone else’s. By the end of his shift, he was scratching himself like crazy, licking his lips in desperation to find any hint of a previous meal still there. He checked the time every few seconds, wondering how an hour hadn’t passed since the last time he’d looked. 

As soon as the merciful time came, Jacob was out the door in a heartbeat. He raced directly back across town to the same dumpster as the day before. It was much easier now that he knew where he was going. Stripping down and leaving his clothes in the car, he jogged down the nearby alley and stood next to the metal container. A quick peek inside showed Verne still sleeping away, giving Jacob the opportunity for a fun wake-up call.

The fox clambered in through the side of the dumpster that remained open, settling down on the refuse near Verne’s midsection. He supposed the wolf kept sleeping under the closed portion so that the bright sunlight wouldn’t wake him. Not wanting Verne up before his surprise, Jacob left that side of the dumpster closed, licking his lips as he turned his attention toward the wolf’s half hard cock.

Sliding a paw behind himself, Jacob grunted softly, rather quickly and effortlessly pushing out a long, thick log of shit. Once he pulled it around to his front, it took all his strength not to scarf it down. He knew it wouldn’t do nearly as much for him as eating the wolf’s, but not having eaten any solid waste since the day before, he was desperate for it. The cracked, dark brown surface looked so appetizing, coiled around in his paw, just begging to be eaten. Even the repulsive stench had started triggering Jacob’s hunger, making him salivate as he resisted the urge to chow down.

Instead, after nearly a minute of deliberation, he begrudgingly moved his paw toward the wolf’s crotch. Once he got close, he flipped the pile over and pressed it down, smearing it along the pink length. He quickly eased Verne into a full erection, his paw sliding the viscous substance until the flesh was fully covered in it from sheath to tip. Unable to completely resist, Jacob eventually pulled his paw back, licking his fingers clean like the starving animal he was. 

Verne being on his side was a bit awkward for the next part of his wake-up call. Slowly, Jacob pushed the wolf toward the center of the dumpster, encouraging him to end up on his back. Eventually Verne acquiesced, letting out an odd combination between a grunt and a snore as he rolled over, shaft now pointing directly upward.

Satisfied with his efforts so far, Jacob immediately moved into position. He edged over top of the sleeping lupine, lining up his hole with the wolf’s length. As soon as he felt the shit-coated tip pressing against his stained pucker, he dropped his ass, desperate to prepare another meal like the ones he and Verne had shared the day before. Unable to wait much longer, the fox grabbed an empty water bottle and bit the lower half off, fighting to chew through the discarded plastic. 

He couldn’t be quite sure what was him, and what was the Rupees at this point. Jacob hadn’t really been given an opportunity to explore his fetishes, but before this, he’d never pictured using his own waste for lube. Now, it was the only thing he could think of. The scents of rotting food and fresh fecal matter only made his cock harder, thumping down loudly against Verne’s stomach each time the fox pressed his increasingly dirty ass down into the wolf's crotch. Filth had started to become his life, a constant pursuit of the highs he felt the day before and to push the limits as far as they would go, unable to live without it.

Before too long, Verne groggily opened his eyes, wondering what the hell was going on. It didn’t take long to figure it out though. As he looked out from under the lid, he thought he recognized the legs supporting the rapidly bouncing orange ass on his crotch. “Jacob?” He mumbled.

“Hey, buddy!” The fox said excitedly, reaching forward and fully opening the dumpster, revealing the bright sunlight to Verne.

“Ugh,” the wolf said, mildly annoyed, reaching up to cover his eyes. “Fucking hell dude, at least warn me before you do that,” he remarked, ignoring the loud slapping and disgusting scents Jacob had added to the wolf’s home.

“Sorry. You want me to shut it?” the vulpine asked, sliding up and down the brown length.

“No, it’s fine,” Verne grumbled. His nose twitched as he got used to the light, turning to focus on the fox. “Smells like someone’s preparing breakfast at least.”

“Yep! Should be a big one. Hope you don’t mind, I didn’t ask what you wanted,” Jacob said with a small chuckle.

“I think I know anyway - I helped you prepare it yesterday, remember?” Verne shot back.

The fox just smiled. “Hah. I suppose you did. Leftovers it is.”

“Didn’t add anything else to it after you bailed?” The wolf asked.

Jacob shook his head. “No. Don’t know a lot of guys willing to help with that sort of thing. It’s why I didn’t really bother waiting when I got here - I’m fucking starving. Hope you don’t mind.”

“Nah, ‘sfine,” Verne answered, shrugging it off. “I need breakfast anyway, and this is a more complete one than just the trash around here.”

“True,” Jacob agreed. “You think it’ll be ready soon?” 

Verne nodded, head sliding through whatever discarded items he happened to use as a pillow the night before. “Pretty close. Just keep doing what you’re doing.”

The fox gave a couple extra forceful bounces in response. “Can do.”

With that, the two fell into silence, each eager for their meal to start. Jacob was low on energy without having a recent fix, but that would be sorted soon enough. It was hard to stay in the position he was, panting heavily as he felt his bowels emptied and filled over and over again. While most of the initial lube was now spread across Verne’s groin, the fox had continued adding more to the mix. Every time the wolf thrust inside, he’d break up a bit more of the solid waste, turning it into a mushy mixture to spread along his flesh. 

“Here we go…breakfast’s ready, hope you’re hungry!” Verne growled, holding onto Jacob’s hips, thrusting up almost as hard as the fox was falling down. His knot slipped inside the tight tailhole, locking him in place for a while and preventing them from getting to their food. It was worth it though with as much as Verne was adding, spraying copious ropes of cum into the mess, quickly being subsumed by the much larger quantity of shit inside.

“Heh…sorry for the wait now…” the fox breathed, squeezing his glutes around Verne’s knot.

“Eh, we’ll work on it,” the wolf answered, reaching down and sliding his paw through the waste on his crotch, pulling his fingers back and sucking them clean. Jacob could easily feel how much Verne enjoyed it, with the length buried in his ass roughly flexing each time the wolf got a new taste on his tongue.

Jacob perked up slightly. “You promise?”

“Well yeah. If you’re going to keep waking me up like this every day, I don’t want to keep waiting for my breakfast. Though honestly, I don’t think we’ll have a choice. It’s not like I’ll be the only guy you’re fucking,” the wolf said casually.

The fox frowned. “I told you though, I don’t know a lot of other guys to help with this kind of thing. Not sure where I’m going to find any.”

Verne just chuckled. “Can work on that too. I didn’t know either at first, but Paradise provides for that sort of thing. You’re still in the middle stages as well, from what I can tell. It won’t be too much worse, but eventually it’ll be literally impossible to hold down a job and manage Rupees at the same time, unless you find a job as a literal toilet or something. Those are really rare though, and usually the rich guys that pay for live-in toilets don’t want the Rupees-afflicted ones for fear they’d catch it themselves. As long as you know where to go though, you can find someone to provide whatever it is you need.”

“So…where’s that?” Jacob asked.

The wolf winked. “Stick with me today. I’ll show you some of my favorite spots.”

“Alright,” the fox asked, slightly nervous about whoring himself around to any guy they found, but a growing part of him was excited about it as well. He paused for a moment, trying to lift himself up, finding it slightly looser than before. “Think breakfast is finally accessible now.”

“Well what’re you waiting for? Fucking shit down my throat already,” the wolf ordered, and Jacob was quick to listen. The vulpine grunted as he wrenched his hips upward, sighing with relief as the pressure inside his bowels lessened. He slid the rest of the way off, clenching tightly to hold in everything he could while spinning around. As soon as his tailhole contacted Verne’s lips though, all bets were off.

Instantly, the back of the wolf’s throat was assaulted by a flood of waste. Cum and shit poured forth as the fox voided his bowels, causing Verne to chug as fast as he could just to keep up. Most of the meal was liquid, but occasionally an unmashed chunk of shit slapped the roof of his muzzle. He still swallowed them whole, unable to take time to really chew them up the way he’d have preferred.

On the other end, Jacob stayed busy himself. His tongue lathered the wolf’s cock in saliva, replacing the brown mixture as he gulped it down. It was almost effortless at this point to deepthroat Verne’s length, going down all the way to the knot and sucking it clean. Making quick work of the flesh, he soon moved on to the hefty sack beneath, getting a nice sweaty aftertaste with each mawful of shit paste he swallowed.

While the fox was almost done with his meal, Verne was nowhere close. Jacob had been saving up his shit since yesterday, and after the liquid stream had died down, a strong, clay-like mass continued pouring forth. Verne finally had a chance to enjoy the filth properly, craving every disgusting new taste his rewired brain had been told to enjoy. As he ate, he was reasonably sure he could even taste a hint of milk inside the waste, evidence of a large portion of Jacob’s trash fix the day before. 

By now, Jacob had sat back upright, putting pressure down on the wolf’s muzzle. He was really getting into things, taking a moment to really enjoy the pleasure rather than just the necessity of his disease. The warm, broad tongue sliding in and out of his hole was heaven, and Jacob was practically riding it like he did the wolf’s cock. He rocked his hips back and forth slightly, smearing his sweaty crack alongside Verne’s muzzle, no doubt covering it in shit as he did.

The wolf had absolutely no complaints. Even as small streaks of shit ended up inside his nostrils, he inhaled sharply, focused on ingesting the filth any way he could. Each log of shit was a gift, and he wasn’t going to miss a single one. Jacob was more than earning his keep here, and what Verne sacrificed in allowing the fox to eat some of his trash, he made back tenfold by getting to eat from the vulpine’s ass.

A short while later, the waste stopped flowing, but neither of the two was keen to move onto something else. Jacob continued riding the wolf’s face, and Verne’s tongue never left the fox’s hole. It didn’t matter that it was fully empty and relatively clean, the two canines were just caught in what they did best. 

“Having fun down there, Verne?” A deep voice asked, looking down at the pair. Jacob jumped, startled by someone standing so close to them. He was sure they’d been seen by passersby before, but having someone stop to interrupt them scared the shit out of him - or it would have, if there was any left inside. He landed in the trash next to Verne’s head, breathing heavily.

“Aww, why’d you stop?” The wolf asked, licking his lips before turning to the side. “Oh, hey Jorah,” he said casually. 

“Find a new friend, did you? Don’t know this one,” the dragon replied, standing nearby in his usual outfit - a tight shirt, but nothing else.

“Yeah. Met him yesterday actually,” Verne nodded.

Jorah turned his attention toward the fox. “Must be pretty fucking nasty to crawl in a dumpster, let alone with this diseased freak,” the dragon remarked, sticking his thumb out in Verne’s direction.

“Ha, ha. You’re just as nasty as I am,” Verne remarked, rolling his eyes. “This is Jacob, by the way.”

“N-Nice to meet you,” the fox said, still coming down from his surprise moments earlier. He offered his paw to the dragon, causing the larger male to smirk as he shook it.

“New in Paradise, I take it. Awfully formal for a greeting around here. Hell, weird enough to know your name before you’ve sucked me off,” Jorah noted. 

“Okay, not everyone’s as sex-crazed as you are,” Verne remarked.

Jorah shot the wolf a surprised look. “Coming from you? You take more loads in a day than I give out in a month.”

“Well yeah, I said not everyone. You don’t hold a candle to me, but most guys still don’t fuck anything that moves,” Verne rebutted.

Jorah just shrugged. “Their loss. So, ready for the usual?”

Verne nodded, edging toward the side of the dumpster and starting to climb out. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t worry, Jacob just cleaned my cock; shouldn’t be too bad for you.”

“Really now. You already got some kind of Rupees then?” The dragon asked, turning back to the fox.

“Uh…yeah. I…uh, got all of them,” he said, still shy over revealing this information.

“No way. I know about every guy in Paradise at this point and I’ve only ever met one other with even three, Verne’s just the freak here with all five,” Jorah countered. 

“He’s not kidding,” Verne said, standing alongside the dragon. “I doubted it too, but he’s more than proven it.”

“Really…” Jorah said, narrowing his eyes as he looked at the fox. “Well then, I imagine we’ll be crossing paths a lot more from now on. You want in on this then?”

“On what?” Jacob asked, perking up slightly at the thought of more filth.

“Verne and I usually suck each other off at least once a day. Sometimes here, other times down at the club,” the dragon answered.

Jacob tilted his head a bit. “The club?”

Jorah nodded. “Where I work. I’m a bouncer. In the cum district, but pretty close to the center of Paradise. Not just him though - I’ve got permission to do whatever I want before I let someone in. Most of the time I just have them suck me off, but other times I return the favor - whenever the need comes up anyway. Verne and I always swap when he comes to visit.”

The fox nodded in understanding. “Ah. The need - so you have the, uh, cum one then?”

“Unfortunately. I hate doing the sucking, but…oh well. It’s still a better way to treat it than those fucking droplets in test tubes they pass off as a fix at the pharmacy. Could go broke buying that shit before you even feel it,” Jorah growled.

“Wait, aren’t you worried about catching one of the other kinds from Verne then? Or me, for that matter?” Jacob asked.

Jorah smirked. “Believe me, if I could have caught another one by now, I would have.”

“Yeah yeah, Rupees sucks, we’ve all got it, yada yada. We gonna fuck or what?” Verne asked impatiently, shifting down onto the pavement on his back.

“Well, depends. With the fox here, seems like I’ve got options for who gets what. You want the front or the back?” Jorah asked.

“Jacob gave me plenty from the back earlier, so shove that thing down my throat,” Verne answered, staring at the dragon’s growing length.

“Alright. You’re on shit duty then,” Jorah said quickly toward the vulpine. The dragon slowly moved down onto all fours, crunching his body up slightly to account for the size difference. He engulfed the wolf’s cock in one go, barely feeling the tip in his throat as he started sucking Verne’s second load of the day out. On the other end, the wolf got busy himself, pulling the hardening draconic length between his lips and starting to work it over.

Jacob waited for a moment, slightly hesitant to join in. The instinctive response to a threesome felt a bit intimidating, but he quickly reminded himself that it was becoming the norm. Not only had he fucked Sebastian and his husband at once, but he did it with his own dad and brother too. Deciding it couldn’t be more awkward than that, the fox climbed out of the dumpster and joined the sucking pair on the ground, moving onto all fours behind the dragon. As he edged closer to the scaled ass, he was greeted with an abrupt burst of flatulence, slapping him in the face with a horrendous stench. His eyes watered with the intensity of it. If this was just the prelude, he couldn’t wait for the main course. 

He closed the last few inches and pressed his lips against the hole, making out with the sweaty pucker, dragging his tongue over it and collecting everything he could. Before he could spend too long enjoying it though, the dragon’s tailhole started widening. Jacob snapped to attention and opened his lips in response, stretching rather far around the head of the waste. As the slimy log slid out, Jacob relaxed his throat, but it was no use. There was no way he could physically fit it all inside. When he was at his limit, he bit the log in two, rapidly chewing through the soft, muddy sludge. It wasn’t fast enough to keep up with the dragon though, and Jacob watched as the rest of the first log fell and landed with a loud splat right on Verne’s forehead. 

The greedy wolf was quick to make use of the unexpected gift. He reached up and snatched it, smearing it along Jorah’s cock while keeping the head between his lips, doing to the dragon the same thing the fox had done to him barely half an hour ago. Jacob whimpered as he realized part of his meal had been stolen from him, and redoubled his efforts to ensure that didn’t happen again.

The fox mashed his tongue into the sewage still clogging his muzzle, eagerly trying to force it down his throat. The abhorrent sludge wouldn’t have been so difficult to eat if there wasn’t so much of it, and Jacob struggled not to let any of it back out between his lips. He only had moderate success, sending small nuggets down onto the wolf below once more.

With the next few logs, Jacob kept up his rhythm. A small comment Verne had made the day before registered with him, about finding the biggest guys he could to get the biggest load. Jacob could already feel his stomach straining from so much shit, and it didn’t show any signs of stopping any time soon. He knew Verne was going to experience the same thing in a moment with how large the dragon’s sack was, but at least Jorah’s cock would already be halfway down his throat in that case. Jacob had to do all the work himself, mashing up the sticky waste before he could swallow it down without risking choking himself. 

All too soon for the fox though, Jorah’s bowel movement seemed to be coming to a close. The hunks of shit grew smaller and less frequent. Not wanting to be left out while the others continued, the fox pulled away, catching the last few bits in his paws. He clutched them while he lapped over the tailhole a final time, collecting the last creamy bits of waste that remained. Before he crawled away though, he took a small chunk of shit and smeared it across the top of the wolf’s muzzle, payment for showing him just how fun filth could be. 

Now with more time to savor his meal, Jacob sat with his back against the dumpster, stomach slightly distended and paws filled with dragon shit. He split the pile in two, bringing one up against his face, smashing it into the end of his muzzle. His tongue gradually pulled chunks inside, but for the most part, Jacob left it in place, inhaling heavily from the stench of feces. Meanwhile, he lowered the rest of Jorah’s waste, smashing it against his length and starting to jerk off, moaning softly as his hips bucked into the warm, wet mess.

While the fox got busy pleasuring himself, the wolf and dragon remained focused on trying to get their meals. Both were clearly getting close, as it looked almost like Jorah was fucking Verne’s head against the ground, and the wolf’s hips were flexing upward as far as they could. Their tongues worked overtime, twisting around the respective cocks, each more eager than the other to feel that first shot of cum grace their stomach. Jacob continued masturbating as he enjoyed the show, marveling a bit as he watched Verne in particular, jealous of the wolf for being able to effortlessly take a cock that was visibly bulging out his neck.

Any ordinary male would have stopped at least momentarily while they came, but not Verne. Jorah had managed to bring the wolf to orgasm first, and despite his sensitive, knotted length firing off its second load of the day, his head never stopped moving. Jorah thrust down as the wolf twisted his muzzle, eager to not be left out of the Rupees treatments. His efforts weren’t in vain, and shortly after Jorah pulled off Verne’s cock, his own orgasm started. The dragon thrust down a few more times until his balls rested across the top of Verne’s shit-stained muzzle, cock jumping inside the wolf’s throat and firing his load down it.

Jacob’s eyes went wide as he watched Verne’s stomach, barely able to see it over his brown-stained fingers still locked around his nose. It noticeably distended near the end of the dragon’s orgasm, showing just how much the reptile was capable of producing. It didn’t stop there though, as after a brief pause, it started swelling once more, and much quicker. Jorah had begun voiding his bladder, completely flooding the wolf with his outpourings, making him look a couple months pregnant at this point. Verne showed no signs of discomfort though - if anything, it seemed he was trying to swallow more of the dragon’s length.

Before he fully finished, Jorah started pulling himself out, groaning as his length slid from Verne’s maw and hung above the wolf’s head. The last, weak trickles of urine poured over the lupine, dousing him in a small portion of potent, off-yellow piss, darker even than the dragon’s golden scales.

“Fuck that feels good,” Jorah said, smacking his lips. “You did a good job cleaning his cock, by the way,” he remarked, looking over toward Jacob, casually chatting with the vulpine who was using his waste as lube to jerk off in broad daylight. “Could hardly taste the shit on it. Usually there’s at least a few streaks on there I have to put up with.”

Jacob nodded softly in return, unwilling to speak. By now he’d eaten the entire pile against his muzzle. He still kept his paw there though, huffing the leftover dragon shit stuck in his fur like it was the most potent aphrodisiac he’d ever encountered. 

“Thanks to you too,” Jorah continued, turning down toward Verne. “See you again tonight?” He asked.

“Oh no. We’re not done yet,” the wolf said, almost growling at the dragon.

“Right, right…” Jorah said, sitting back down onto the pavement. “You’re so fucking needy. At least with two of you now you can take it all faster.”

“Yeah…good and bad things having him around. Your shit smelled absolutely foul,” the wolf uttered, intending it as a compliment. “At least we can share with each other too,” Verne shrugged. He sat upright and shuffled forward, spreading his legs around one of the dragon’s, picking up the scaled footpaw and lifting up toward his muzzle. He shuddered as his tongue came into contact with the underside, sliding it up toward the toes and flicking it off the claws. “You gotta try this, Jacob. Jorah’s sweat is fucking divine.”

“Hang…on…” the fox grunted, paw working overtime on his cock. A few seconds later, it erupted, spraying his load across his chest. It certainly wasn’t small, but after seeing just how much Jorah shot into Verne, it seemed downright miniscule. He pulled his stroking paw up to his muzzle and lapped it mostly clean, sucking down the leftover chunks of shit and cum stuck to it before sliding over toward the dragon. “Uh…sorry, do you, uh…do you mind if I get shit on you?” He asked awkwardly.

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Jorah said, dismissing the concern. “Besides, one of you will lick it up.”

Jacob nodded in response, reaching out and gripping the sides of the dragon’s footpaw, immediately able to see the brown streaks across it. He hefted it up, sticking his brown tongue out and doing exactly what he’d seen Verne do a moment before, with a very similar response. Sweat had always been a bit of an afterthought, getting small bits of his fill whenever he had his muzzle buried in someone’s crotch or ass, but this was exquisite. Jacob slurped up small pools of it that had managed to get caught between the dragon’s toes, worming his tongue between them to fetch every droplet he could. Feeling courageous, he took one into his maw, careful to avoid the sharp claw at the tip of it. He started bobbing up and down on it to clean it as well as he could. He moved down the row, giving each one the same treatment, seeing Verne doing the same thing out of the corner of his eye.

After doing all he could with the tasty scaled digits, he finally pulled back, laying Jorah’s footpaw on the ground once more. He smiled awkwardly as he realized that a brown mess ended up everywhere across it, and glanced over toward the wolf, whose muzzle was comparatively cleaner by this point.

“Hey Verne, when you’re done with that one, could you…?” he trailed off, gesturing toward the dragon’s other limb.

The wolf sprung into action. The toes he was tending to were now almost completely void of sweat, and seeing a new treat for him to enjoy, he swapped over to the ones Jacob had sullied. The wolf replaced all of Jacob’s saliva with his own, attacking the dragon’s footpaw with the same vigor he did the reptile’s shaft or the fox’s ass. By the time he was done, everything below Jorah’s ankles was soaking wet, but spotless nonetheless. The canines both sat back, smacking their lips after their early morning buffet, while the dragon stood upright once more.

“Nasty freaks,” the dragon said, shaking his head. The smile on his lips betrayed him though, showing how much he appreciated the two’s attention. “So, tonight?” he repeated, turning toward Verne. 

“We’ll be there. Got a few other stops first,” he remarked. 

“Until then,” Jorah said with a wave of his paw, turning and heading out of the alley, hard cock still bobbing up and down in front of him as he walked.

Verne smiled, turning over toward the fox next to him. “So that was Jorah.”

“Hell of a way to meet someone. Not often you have an intro by being someone’s toilet…” Jacob said, still hardly able to believe it happened.

“For you, maybe,” Verne chuckled. “You ready to head off then?”

Jacob nodded, groaning softly as he started pushing himself upright. “I suppose. Where are we heading?”

Verne just smiled back at him as he rose as well. “You’ll see. Like I told Jorah, a few other stops. You’ll have fun though, I promise.”

Jacob nodded. “Well, if it’s anything like what just happened…I’m sure I will.”

The wolf took off, starting to head down the alley. “Well let’s go then!” 

The fox scampered after him, eager to see just what the lupine had in store. A half-step behind, ideas danced through Jacob’s mind, with all kinds of nasty things the pair of them could do together. Both already had distended stomachs, yet the day had only just begun. He was eager to push his limits further than they ever had. Finding it taking far too long to get to their destination though, Jacob struck up conversation once more.

“Still feels weird walking around naked,” Jacob noted.

Verne chuckled. “Good one.”

Jacob tilted his head a bit. “Huh? I’m serious.”

The wolf only laughed harder.

“What? What’s so funny?” Jacob pressed.

Verne took a moment to settle down. “Really? You’re absolutely covered in shit,” he paused, wiping a finger along Jacob’s cheek and sucking it clean, “and you’re worried about someone seeing you with a boner?”

“Oh. Right…” Jacob sighed. “Is it weird this is all starting to feel…normal? Like…the shit didn’t even occur to me.”

“Yes. But that’s okay,” the wolf answered, leaning over and giving the fox a one-armed hug. “You don’t want to act like the normies anyway. Be the filth slut I know you can be.”

“I’ll try,” Jacob answered, offering a weak smile. As appreciation for the wolf’s encouragement, he reached down a bit lower, giving the lupine’s cock a few quick strokes.

“Do we need to stop for a few minutes?” Verne asked salaciously.

Jacob shook his head. “No…we can keep walking. Just let me know if you get close.”

The wolf responded by taking a firm grasp of the fox’s cock in return. “Only if you do the same.”

“Deal,” Jacob chuckled.

The pair walked awkwardly like that for a little while, leaning on each other but refusing to remove their paws from each other’s cock. Having gotten off just before they ventured forth, neither of them were ready to blow, but the extra stimulation was nice. Jacob even felt some of his shame receding as he saw other naked furs out and about, and while others were rare, the two canines weren’t even the only ones with obvious shit stains in their fur.

As they rounded their next corner, Jacob spoke up again. “Ah. I take it that’s where we’re headed?”

Verne nodded, finally releasing his grasp on the vulpine’s length. “Yeah. Place is a fucking gold mine.”

“For…?” Jacob asked, trailing off. As he looked across the street toward the park, he certainly saw a lot of activity, but nothing stood out as a gold mine. Many furs ran around on all fours, and while some had freedom, several others were attached to leashes. Those on the ground were universally nude, though it was more of a mixed bag for the leash holders. Pets frequently fucked, with some pairs stuck ass to ass for a while as they waited for their knots to recede.

“Shit, mostly. Piss too. These guys love letting it go out in the wild here, but most of them are either just here for the pet play, or focus on cum. There’s a couple of these parks around the cum district, usually segregated by gender or sexuality so everyone knows what they’re getting into. This one’s male only, but there’s a massive one a couple blocks away if you want any straight stuff,” Verne explained.

“I think I’m good here,” Jacob said flatly, as the two began to cross the street.

“I thought so. Anyway, I come here whenever I feel like fooling around with the faux-ferals. One time I just showed up on all fours with a leash and collar in my mouth and a horse took me in for the night. Had some fun with him and his husband,” Verne said with a small smirk on his muzzle.

“You really know your way around,” Jacob started, but before he could say much more, he was almost knocked down onto his ass. One of the pets had jumped up onto the fox’s chest and started frantically lapping at the vulpine’s muzzle.

“Down, Gerome, Down!” Sebastian barked, tugging roughly on the leash and yanking the mink backwards. The hyena was one of the few wearing anything at all, though it was only a shirt - not hiding much at all. “Well, he certainly remembers you,” the hyena laughed.

Jacob smiled. “No kidding,” he answered, reaching down and patting Gerome on the head. “He’s fine though if he wants to lick.”

Sebastian shook his head. “I know you fed him once, but I’d still rather not risk him getting infected further if I can help it.”

“Oh, it’s not mine. Or Verne’s, for that matter,” Jacob paused, tilting his head over toward the wolf. “It’s some dragon’s, who’s only got the cum version. Ate from him earlier, and this is just the, uh, leftovers,” the vulpine smiled, twirling a finger around his muzzle and pointing at the shit remaining there.

“Alright, I suppose that’s okay then. Cum wouldn’t really be a problem. Gerome, go ahead,” Sebastian urged, and the mink sprang into action. Jacob knelt down to face the leashed male, and Gerome jumped up and put his paws on the fox’s shoulders. He frantically started licking Jacob’s face clean, sliding his tongue through any of the leftover shit stains he could get to.

“So, Verne,” Sebastian continued while the other two were busy. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

The wolf smirked. “Oh, really now? Getting a bit of a reputation, am I?”

Sebastian nodded. “Oh yeah. One of the nastiest guys in Paradise. Only other fur I know of besides Jacob who’s got all the Rupees.”

“That’s me,” Verne said proudly. “How do you two know Jacob, anyway? I didn’t think he knew a lot of guys in this part of town.”

“I diagnosed him,” Sebastian stated. “Came to my office freaking out, then did the same thing to my house yesterday. He was desperate to find a way to deal with it. Helped him out a bit there, Gerome shat in his mouth, then I sent him to go find you, actually.”

“Ah, so you’re how he knew to find me. I appreciate it - he’s been a ton of fun so far, and we’re only getting started. Nice to have someone around who actually knows what having it all feels like,” Verne noted, shaking his head slightly as he watched the two on the ground. Gerome had pushed Jacob onto his back, still frantically lapping over the fox’s face, though now their cocks firmly pressed against each other.

“I bet. Certainly seems like he’s getting used to it as well,” Sebastian nodded, focused on the frotting duo on the ground. Gerome soon progressed things though, sliding back along Jacob’s body and trying to angle his shaft into the fox’s tailhole. After a few failed attempts, Jacob took pity on him and pushed Gerome off for a second to get onto all fours. Once he was in position, the mink was right back in place, and soon found himself hammering away into the fox’s ass, frantic and feral in nature.

“No kidding,” Verne chuckled. “Well, while they’re getting busy, you interested?”

“What’d you have in mind?” Sebastian asked, reaching down and lightly pumping his cock.

“Guess,” Verne said with a smirk, moving to kneel down in front of the hyena. He quickly took the place of the doctor’s paw, wrapping his lips around the tip of the length and going to town. Effortlessly, he shoved his nose into Sebastian’s crotch, swallowing a few times around the length filling his muzzle.

Meanwhile, Jacob was enduring the most carnal fuck he’d had so far. He and Verne had mostly been focused on the filth, rather than the way in which they got it. They’d only ridden the other so far as well, so it was a new experience for Jacob to be fully on the bottom. Gerome was unrelenting though, with one sole goal in his mind: orgasm. There was no consistent rhythm to it - some thrusts would be hard, some would be at an odd angle, and a couple times the mink even slipped out of Jacob completely. He had to find his mark again, but once he did, he hilted himself in one go. 

Verne had lost all focus on what the other two were doing. His world became Sebastian’s cock, and he gave it all the loving it deserved. His tongue swirled around it, clearly able to taste Gerome’s ass on the length, and the wolf was determined to suck it clean. The brown smears were soon mopped up, but the flavor was ever present. Verne used his lifetime of practice to bring the doctor toward the edge, and soon knew he’d get his reward.

As the wolf worked Sebastian over, Gerome was getting close. Somehow, he upped the intensity even more into the fox, until finally the dam burst. With a few more thrusts, Gerome tightened his grip over Jacob’s midsection and planted his hips firmly against that stained orange ass, spraying his relatively meager load inside. Small bits of drool fell on the back of the vulpine’s head as Gerome regained his breath. After a moment, the mink pushed himself back, but he wasn’t quite finished with the fox though. He trotted over toward Jacob’s head, lifting his back leg and pointing his length toward Jacob’s muzzle. While the vulpine thought he was purely on cleaning duty, he soon realized the mink had nastier goals in mind when his bladder started emptying straight down the fox’s gullet.

It wasn’t much longer before the wolf got his drink as well. The stifled moans were music to his ears as the hyena’s cock jumped in his throat. In a rather aggressive show of dominance, Sebastian reached down and gripped the sides of Verne’s head, thrusting roughly into one of the most practiced throats in Paradise. The wolf took it with ease, even smiling up against the doctor’s knot when his nice, warm drink finally appeared. He gave a few affectionate suckles as he coaxed it out, making sure every energizing drop registered in his Rupees-addled mind. As he pulled off, he turned around to check what the other two were doing. Before Verne could register even his own actions, he sprung forward, practically falling onto the ground behind the fox.

Jacob’s focus was momentarily disrupted as he felt the wolf’s tongue abruptly shove itself deep inside his hole. The surprise caused him to spill a small amount of the mink’s piss, whining softly as he felt the warm urine dribble down the sides of his muzzle. Determined not to let it happen again, he started swallowing faster, trying to suck the golden fluids down quicker than Gerome could push them out. 

Verne smiled inwardly as he heard Jacob’s whining, slightly pleased with himself for surprising the vulpine that way. Outwardly though, he was intensely focused on his own goal of slurping down everything the mink had left inside the fox’s hole. He swirled his tongue around inside Jacob’s bowels, scraping every drop of cum and streak of shit that he could find. When the big chunks inside were gone, he pulled back and focused on the outside, collecting the small streaks of jizz that had started spilling down and falling onto the dangling orbs below. 

Gerome sighed as his piss finally came to a close, lowering his leg and turning around to face the fox. He lapped a few times at Jacob’s cheek, still able to taste some of the leftover stains of dragon feces that remained there. Now satisfied, he trotted back over toward Sebastian. The hyena leaned down and leashed his pet once more, causing Gerome to let out a happy yip.

The two canines remained where they were for a moment, allowing Verne to finish cleaning up the fox’s ass. He debated sticking his dick in there, but given their newfound friendship, he knew he’d have plenty of opportunity to do that later. There were many other sights to see for the day, and this was only stop number one. As the wolf stood up, the fox soon followed, turning to face the doctor and his pet once more.

“Thanks for the drinks,” Jacob said happily, breaking the silence. He reached up with a paw and wiped his muzzle clean, only to lick the back of it afterward.

“Our pleasure,” Sebastian smiled. The group chuckled as Gerome let out a small squeak of approval as well, betraying his supposed feral nature by nodding slightly. “Nice to meet you, by the way, Verne.”

“Likewise. You’ve got a nice dick there,” the wolf said casually.

“I’ve heard that before,” Sebastian said with a wink. “Gerome certainly seems to like it, and never had any complaints from Jacob either.”

“None here!” The fox smirked.

“Well, we should probably head back. Gerome gets tired after our park visits,” Sebastian noted, reaching down and patting the mink’s head. “What’re you two up to for the rest of today?”

“Secret,” Verne said cryptically.

“Yeah, he’s showing me around Paradise. Where all the good spots are, supposedly,” the fox nodded. “Won’t tell me where they are ahead of time.”

“Heh. Well, if the stories I’ve heard are true-” Sebastian started, but was soon cut off.

“They are. And more, I promise,” Verne said proudly.

“Then you’re in for one of the nastiest days of your life, Jacob. Enjoy it,” Sebastian bade him.

“Oh I’m sure I will. We’ll stop by and see you guys again soon though, if that’s okay,” the fox said, still conscious of barging in on the doctor the day before.

“Anytime,” Sebastian said warmly. “You too Verne. For now though, we’re off,” he said, reaching down and patting Gerome again. “Come on buddy, time for nappies.”

With that, the two set off, leaving Verne and Jacob alone again. “Have fun?” The wolf asked.

Jacob nodded. “Oh yeah. What’s next?”

“What part of secret didn’t you understand?” Verne joked, reaching out and lightly punching the fox’s shoulder. “Before we leave though, there’s still quite a few piles of shit around, since most of the pets here are only in it for the cum they get. They’re free to take, so grab one to munch on the go if you want, but make sure you step in a few as well. Can trade it off later tonight.”

Jacob smiled, but still shook his head a bit. “You’re disgusting, you know that?”

“Am I? I hadn’t noticed,” the wolf said sarcastically. “In case you haven’t realized either, you’re becoming just as bad as I am. Just gotta get you stretched out a bit more,” he remarked, reaching down and sliding a couple fingers in the fox’s slicked hole.

“Yeah yeah, it’ll come. Let’s go though, I’m curious to see what’s next,” Jacob said impatiently. Proving his dedication, he strode a few steps away and pointedly planted his footpaw in a fresh pile of dung, feeling it squish between his toes as he looked over expectantly at the wolf.

Not to be outdone, Verne marched toward another pile and stomped in it, then found a second nearby and coated his other footpaw equally intensely. Jacob followed suit, and the two laughed as they turned it into a bit of a contest, counting their stomps as they approached the edge of the park. In the end, they were both winners though, knowing they’d be cleaning the other’s toes with their tongues soon enough.

“So how far’s this next mysterious place?” Jacob inquired. “If I can’t even know what it is.”

“It’s not far, don’t worry,” Verne assured him. “One more stop in the cum district I really like, then we’ll hit up a couple other places in other districts.”

“Alright. I mean, I’m pretty okay for the moment, we’ve hit pretty much all the triggers so far today, but will need something other than cum soon enough,” Jacob noted.

“I know. Don’t forget I’ve got it too, I know how you feel,” Verne shot back.

“Right. Sorry, it’s still odd getting used to this. I’m throwing myself into it all knowing how good it makes me feel, but still new to me,” Jacob answered.

“No worries, buddy. We’ll slut you up good and dirty,” the wolf promised, reaching over and giving the fox a one-armed hug. Not one to waste an opportunity, he quickly ran his tongue along Jacob’s cheek, getting hints of Gerome’s piss and Jorah’s shit as he did.

Verne really wasn’t kidding about the proximity of their next destination. Only a few blocks of walking and the wolf stopped them outside of a relatively ordinary-looking building. Jacob gave him a strange look as Verne opened the door, wondering just what this place was going to be. He figured they’d be going somewhere a bit more…extravagant, not somewhere that looked like it could be someone’s house, albeit rather large for that.

As they entered, the fox was even more taken aback. While the exterior was plain, the interior was anything but. This was one of the fanciest looking places he’d ever been in. While he couldn’t see much of the room yet, chandeliers lit the area he could see, hanging above tables with deep purple cloths covering them. Classical music played over the speakers, drowning out the other noises. There didn’t seem to be many patrons inside - or at least, those that were, were out of view for the moment. It was jarring to think how a place like this was juxtaposed with the inherent casual nature of Paradise. As they took a few steps forward, they approached the podium in the foyer, attended by a rather large tuxedo-wearing bull.

“Bienvenue, monsieurs. Dining or serving, tonight?” He asked in a passable French accent.

“Dining, always,” Verne said with a slight chuckle.

“Huh?” Jacob asked, confused by the question.

“This way,” the bull gestured, grabbing a tablet from his station and heading toward the main area. As soon as he stepped out from behind the podium, Jacob was immediately greeted with the sight of the bovine’s large, fully-erect shaft. Apparently, the tuxedo stopped at the waist. He wasn’t the only one, either - when they rounded the corner into the dining area, Jacob saw a few occupied tables. Almost all of them had a large fur standing nearby, cock fully embedded in the throat of one of the establishment’s patrons. While rarer, a few simply had glasses of varying sizes filled with cum in front of them - apparently oral was the prevailing option, but not required.

A moment later, they arrived at their selected table. “First time here, or returning visitors?” The bull asked.

“Returning for me, new for him,” Verne said quickly, licking his lips as he watched some of the other action in the room.

“Ah, welcome, and welcome back! This is for you,” the bovine instructed, setting the tablet down in front of Jacob for a demonstration. “Simply scroll through here and select who you’ll be dining from today. They’ll be out soon after your selection, primed and ready to go. Any questions?”

“Uh…no, thank you,” Jacob said slowly, still slightly in shock by the whole setup. 

“My pleasure. If you need anything, you know where to find me,” the bull finished, offering the two a quick bow before heading back over toward his podium, cock bouncing as he walked across the room.

“So…what’s all this?” The fox asked.

“It’s where I go to mix things up a little bit. Everything else is pretty much in dumpsters or other really filthy spots, and it’s fun to come somewhere that’s all prim and proper for a while,” Verne explained.

“Are…are we out of place like this, then?” Jacob asked, gesturing up and down over himself.

Verne smirked. “Nah. They have cleaners to make sure nothing stains, or spare cushions for the chairs to swap out if one gets too bad. The tablecloths are darker as well so they hide any stains better.”

Jacob nodded. “Okay…so, uh, do we need money then? Mine’s in my car…”

The wolf shook his head. “Nope. The owner lives upstairs, some rich rabbit. Entire place is basically run on volunteers and donations, but he provides enough money to keep it going if things are slow. Everyone on the menu basically volunteers, since they do get sucked off for it. Diners are encouraged to donate some money if possible, since most of us have cum Rupees and this place helps cater to it, but not required.”

Jacob nodded. “So do you ever, then?”

“Yeah,” Verne confirmed. “Sometimes I meet a guy who insists on paying me for being their toilet or whatever, and I just donate the money either here or to one of our later stops.”

The fox sighed. “Good. Don’t really want to be a freeloader…”

“No worries there. Besides, pretty sure the bunny just keeps this place open because he wants cock available whenever he feels the urge,” Verne noted.

“I suppose that’s fair. If you’ve got the money…why not bring the cum to you?” Jacob suggested rhetorically.

“Exactly. No reason not to have a bunch of half-naked hung guys chilling in your basement,” the wolf chuckled. “Now are you gonna pick someone or not? I’m thirsty over here.”

“Did you not just drink two loads at the park?” Jacob rebutted, tilting his head a bit.

“Yeah, and? I like sucking dick, sue me. Not everything has to be because of the Rupees. I can be a slut just because it’s fun,” the wolf answered, sticking his tongue out at the fox.

“Fair enough,” Jacob said simply, turning his muzzle down and swiping through the list. “Why’s it just their upper half?” He asked aloud, not turning away from the screen.

“Meant to be at least a little bit of a surprise. Some level of maintaining the illusion, I suppose,” Verne paused, taking a look at the obvious lewd displays still going on.

“Alright…” the fox paused, tapping a couple more times on the screen. “I guess I’m going with this one,” he finished, passing the tablet across the table to Verne.

“Who’d you pick?” Verne asked, swiping through quickly himself.

“A horse. Kinda buff, but hoping he’s hung,” Jacob replied. “And from the tap, obviously. No glass.”

“Good fox. And I’m sure he will be…” the wolf trailed off, focusing on his choice. “Hey look, it’s the guy who seated us,” he said after a moment of silence, spinning the tablet around toward Jacob.

“Is it?” The fox asked, looking back and forth between the picture and the real thing.

“Too busy staring at his cock to notice?” Verne teased.

“Maybe…” Jacob mumbled.

“Slut,” the wolf continued. “I think I’ll go with him though. Looked like he could shoot a big load.”

Almost as soon as Verne made his selection, his ears slightly turned toward the entrance. It was difficult to hear over the sound of the music, but the lupine was able to pick up on a small ‘ding’ noise. The bull looked down toward his phone, smiled, and immediately started making his way over toward the pair.

“Ah, I see you have excellent taste. Who do I have the pleasure of serving today?” the bovine asked.

“That’d be me,” Verne replied. He quickly undid the cushion from his chair, placing it on the floor and kneeling atop it. By the time he got down there, the bull had turned toward him, and the wolf wasted no time in immediately deep throating a foot and a half of bovine dick.

“So, uh, who’s welcoming people now?” Jacob asked, finding it a bit odd to ask a casual question to someone getting their cock sucked.

“There will be someone out shortly,” the bull replied, voice strained slightly with how intensely Verne was going after his length. “Whoever is the most ready to serve tends to be on display, to increase their chances of being selected.”

“So…whoever’s already hard?” The fox asked bluntly.

“More or less,” the bovine answered. “We don’t allow any servers who are soft or semi-hard out into the dining area. It gives the wrong impression - that we’re not excited to see our guests and eager to serve.”

“I…suppose that makes sense,” Jacob said slowly. Before he could continue the conversation, his meal had arrived, tapping him on the shoulder from behind. As the fox turned around, he stared down the barrel of what had to be close to two feet of horse cock, far larger than anything he’d swallowed so far.

“I believe you’ve ordered me, sir?” The stallion said simply.

“I did, yes,” Jacob said, now intimidated by the length. An odd sense of pride came over him though, not wanting to look weak in front of the wolf. He had no doubts that Verne could swallow it all without a second thought, especially after seeing him effortlessly take Jorah’s cock, and the dragon was somehow impossibly larger than the horse standing in front of him.

After a moment of deliberation, Jacob took the cushion off the chair, but once he was on the floor he wondered if he should have stayed seated. The horse was tall, and even assuming he could take it to the base, he’d have to kneel up rather high to get his lips into the stallion’s crotch. It at least seemed possible though, and it was far from the first obstacle he’d have to overcome. He grasped the warm length, angling it down toward his muzzle. Unable to resist the tantalizing fluids, he stuck his tongue out and lapped up the bead of pre running down the head, moaning softly as the delicious treat satisfied him in more ways than one.

Finally ready, Jacob opened his jaws and stretched them wide over the broad head, almost painfully spreading his lips to make sure he could take it inside. The longer he held it though, the more comfortable it felt - with how quickly he adapted, he reasoned it must have been the Rupees rewriting his brain as he worked to stop it from sensing any discomfort. Pleased with his body’s growing ability to suck larger cocks, he started moving down the length, forcing the tube of musky flesh into his throat and bulging out his neck in the process.

Verne glanced sideways while he continued attacking the bovine’s cock, very much looking forward to another drink of his own. A small twinge of jealousy hit him as he realized Jacob was slurping on a bigger cock than he was, distracting him for a moment. He made a quick mental note to find Jorah again later, suddenly missing one of the few guys he knew who could properly stretch his throat out.

Jacob, meanwhile, was pushed to his limit. While he felt no pain, his body was forced to rapidly adapt to the invader that had to be close to his stomach by this point. Almost in disbelief with how much he’d taken, the fox reached up and massaged his neck, finding it impossibly thick. As he did, the horse moaned softly from above, doing his best to stifle it and maintain what he could of the restaurant’s ambiance. Jacob, though, wanted to see how far he could push the stallion. He rubbed his paw up and down a bit faster, practically jerking the horse off using his own neck as a cocksleeve, all while resisting the urge to pull off and breathe for a moment. The stallion couldn’t stand it any longer and let out a loud, proud moan, cock jumping madly in Jacob’s grasp against his esophagus.

Mission accomplished, the fox got back to his task, sliding off the pole once more. Soon after he resumed sucking, a different set of moans started from his left. Clearly Verne was about to get his drink. The bull had started softly thrusting his hips forward, doing his best to maintain professionalism and resisting the urge to outright fuck the wolf’s face. With the utmost restraint, he managed it, and the bovine’s orgasm hit fast and hard. Verne kept the length all the way down his gullet as he drank, letting it shoot straight into his gut. Unwilling to completely give up the taste though, once he could tell the jets of cum were weakening, he pulled off and caught the last few in his cheeks, swishing it around to enjoy the taste for a while.

“Thank you, sir,” the bovine breathed, bowing softly toward the wolf. “Enjoy your meal,” he finished, heading toward the back room, presumably before his cock went down and he was seen soft.

Jacob’s antics earlier left him not far behind. He could tell the horse was eager to get off with how intense each and every throb radiating through his entire upper body felt. There was only so much he could do to speed things up though. His maw was at its limit - any faster and he worried his teeth would start getting in the way. Luckily though, he had his secret weapon from earlier. As he bobbed up and down, he kept his paw firmly around his neck, rhythmically squeezing the hidden shaft inside, milking the stallion for as much as he could get. 

Soon enough, it worked. The horse could only hold back so much and started shoving his hips forward, meeting Jacob’s lips each time he went down. The last few inches were unquestionably being swallowed. The fox had no say in the matter - the stallion took control and started abusing his customer’s face, balls slapping off the vulpine’s chin. After a minute of intense, unbridled passion, Jacob got his drink. It felt like a firehose went off down his throat, undoubtedly bruising it with the force the cum was spraying forth. He took it all like a champ though, and after fully emptying his balls, the horse started the lengthy journey of pulling his dick out of the fox’s throat. 

As the slick cock popped out, both males were left panting. Jacob desperately needed to breathe after being held down for so long, and the stallion’s orgasm wracked his body harder than it had in a while. Doing his best to speak, he quickly gave the same goodbye as the bull from a few minutes ago, wishing the fox a good meal before heading toward the back room to rest.

“Damn, I’m jealous. He looks like he shot a ton,” Verne commented.

“He did,” Jacob gasped. “It hurt, but holy fuck was it good.”

“It looked good. You might even be able to take Jorah soon if you keep stretching like that,” the wolf noted.

“I…I hope so,” the fox croaked. “For now though, I think my throat needs a bit of a rest.”

Verne smirked. “You really think I’m going to take you anywhere that doesn’t have you swallowing something?”

“I guess not…” the fox sighed.

“Don’t worry. I’ve got somewhere else we can go that’ll let you do things more at your own speed,” the wolf assured him, standing up and placing the cushion back on the chair.

“Thanks. A break sounds nice…” the fox replied, mirroring the lupine’s actions and following him out the door, giving a small wave to the tiger who now manned the entry podium as they left.

As they headed back out onto the sidewalk, Verne remained silent for a while, giving Jacob the time he needed to recover. He had no doubt the fox still had energy - the Rupees would more than see to that - but taking something that big down your throat for the first time certainly wouldn’t be easy. He’d bounce back quickly though. The wolf took a moment to reflect on the first time he’d taken something over two feet down his throat, a small smile adorning his lips as he recalled. It hurt the rest of the day, but the next morning he was ready to do it all over again.

Jacob periodically rubbed his throat as he blindly followed Verne, trusting the wolf to lead him somewhere he wanted to go. It wasn’t nearly as painful as he expected, and he could already tell a noticeable difference even a couple minutes later. It didn’t make it fun, but fortunately for the fox, an all-liquid diet would be easier for him than most. 

After a few more minutes with no direction, the vulpine finally piped back up, his voice still slightly hoarse as he walked the extra half-step to catch up with the lupine. “So…how much further, anyway?” He asked, noting how much longer it was taking to get wherever they were going than it did to get to their first couple locations.

“Not long. Sorry, I know it’s a bit of a walk. How’s your throat doing, horse sucker?” Verne asked with a smirk.

“Better,” Jacob uttered, reaching up and rubbing his neck again. “Guess I just need more practice.”

“You’ll get it, don’t worry. Can almost see where we’re going, by the way - keep an eye out over the rooftops there,” Verne noted, pointing forward and slightly to the left.

A block later, Jacob could just start making it out. It was difficult to tell at first, as he could only see a couple rough, amorphous shapes over the horizon. Soon though, it became clear enough to take a guess at what he was seeing.

“Is that…the dump?” He asked.

“Yeah,” Verne said excitedly. “All the trash you can eat.”

“It’s so…close. I mean, there’s houses right next to it. Do people really not care?” Jacob asked.

“I’m sure some do,” the wolf shrugged. “But for others, when you need treatment, and the filthier the better…where else would you want to be than right next to the motherload of it all?”

“Still, must have been hard for whoever was living here at the time when they decided to put the dump here,” Jacob noted.

“Oh, no, other way around. Furs started moving here after Rupees became a bigger thing. There were no houses within a mile of this place. It only took a couple decades before an entire neighborhood formed here. The ones right next to the dump are expensive too,” Verne corrected him.

“Wow. I…okay,” Jacob said, unsure what to really say as they approached.

“Anyway, let me give you a quick overview. First of all, grab whatever you want. All the trash from Riverside ends up here, not just from Paradise. Even with as many of us as there are to eat it, there’s still more than we can handle. It all goes in there,” Verne paused, pointing to his left. A truck was dropping off a pile of refuse, pouring it out onto a rather large conveyor belt that took it into what looked like a small warehouse. “And comes out there,” he finished, gesturing to the other side, where a few carts were coming and going with smaller piles of garbage to be taken to their location.

“What goes on in the building?” the fox asked.

“Sorting,” the wolf said simply. “Used to all be thrown in one big pile and we’d just have at it, grab whatever we wanted, but you’d have to dig and find the good stuff. Plus, you’d occasionally get someone so desperate they’d not pay attention and end up eating something that hurt them - broken glass, strong metals, stuff like that. City forced the sorting process on us, but it became a win-win. Now, it’s almost like a big supermarket. They even put up signs where stuff goes, so you can look for what you’re hungry for at the time. If you’re not working as a sorter though, probably missing out on some of the best stuff. They always eat it off the lines directly, even if they’re not supposed to.”

“How do you work as a sorter then?” Jacob continued with his series of questions.

“Volunteer, same as most things. It works out well - a lot of jobs no one wanted to do before, but Rupees makes plenty of furs willing to do it. They pay some if there aren’t enough of us to keep up with the incoming loads though. I’ve done it a couple times, but I get lazy and just want to eat it all instead of sorting, so I don’t all that often anymore,” the wolf finished. 

“Huh. I never imagined this level of order with things, honestly,” the fox said, taking in the sights.

“Like I said, wasn’t always that way. But now, you can choose your own adventure. We can meet back here in…an hour or so?” Verne suggested.

Jacob nodded. “Sure. See you back here then.”

With that, the wolf took off much faster than expected. He clearly knew where he wanted to go, and he was making a beeline for it. Jacob, meanwhile, still had some things to figure out. A few signposts marked the paths near the entrance. To the left, he could clearly see a massive pile of old, discarded furniture. A pair of naked otters were chomping on either side of a couch, making short work of the armrests - likely brothers, Jacob noted, with the similarity he saw between them. Beyond that apparently were clothing and household items, but the fox couldn’t quite see past all the furniture to make out where exactly they were. 

In front of him was entertainment, electronics, and miscellaneous. There, he could see various piles of e-waste, alongside some old toys in one pile, and discarded media like books and Blu-ray cases in another. Beyond that, he could make out some discarded cables and what looked like various screens and wires all tied together - he thought he could even make out a lion slurping down a cord like a spaghetti noodle. To his right was by far the largest section of anything - food waste. It was unfortunate with how much of it there was, but, Jacob thought, at least it wasn’t truly being unused. He and many others were still getting their fill from it.

Deciding to branch out a bit and try something new, the fox wandered over toward the furniture. It seemed not too many furs were over here, though probably for good reason. Most of it was difficult to chew, or otherwise not particularly flavorful. It did the job though for treating his Rupees. He browsed for a bit, wondering if he’d be able to find anything particularly interesting. Just as he was about to move on, he spotted it out of the corner of his eye - a recliner with a particularly soiled seat. 

Instantly, the fox moved closer, nose twitching as he approached his next meal. Not only had the fabric clearly been out in the rain for ages, having degraded over time while sitting here, but Jacob could tell by the smell that there was more to it. Clearly the previous owner was not at all hygienic, and streaks of shit and ass sweat soiled the seat. He climbed over a couple other sofas to get to it, awkwardly opening his jaws and ripping a solid hunk of the fabric out. It felt strange feeling his dick jump while eating a chair, but he wasn’t about to stop now. The soiled furniture was clearly disgusting all the way through, and Jacob was going to eat his fill.

Verne, meanwhile, was having the time of his life over near the food. He knew the really nasty stuff was on the inside, having stayed behind long enough to get good and moldy. The wolf was bent over with his entire torso buried inside a pile of garbage, snacking on anything he could get his lips around, following his nose more than anything. Currently, he was letting it lead him toward a large leftover styrofoam container, complete with some sushi that had to have been at least a few weeks old by now.

As he ate, the wolf barely registered a different sensation. Someone had come up behind and lightly patted his ass, giving it a firm squeeze. Given that the wolf was standing upright but bent over, he was in a very vulnerable position at the moment. No words were needed though - Verne hiked his tail up high, inviting whoever was back there to do as they pleased. A second later, the invitation was accepted, and the wolf felt a tapered tip quickly piercing his hole and effortlessly sliding inside.

Next to the buffet he was gorging himself on, the fucking hardly even registered in Verne’s mind. He could tell it was some sort of canine by the gradually forming knot, but that was about all he cared to think about the matter. For now, food was the higher priority. His nose twitched again as he forced himself deeper into the pile, causing the mysterious stranger plowing his ass to step forward to keep up. 

The wolf found what seemed to be half a wheel of cheese, though by now, it was more mold than dairy. If Verne had any light, he’d see it absolutely covered in green. Once he got his lips around it though, he knew. It was far mushier than cheese should ever be, practically melting the second he shoved his muzzle through it. A faint wriggling against his muzzle told him some kind of insects were also feasting on the cheese, but Verne wouldn’t stand for that. This was his food now, and he was going to eat it all. 

He scooped up hunks of rotten curds, pulling them into his muzzle and swishing them around. Each bite made his dick jump, pressing firmly into the side of the pile, even more so when the guy behind him slammed home into the wolf’s ass. Verne was easily the first to blow, being pleasured on both ends. He ate even through the moans of orgasm, coating the outside of the pile in seed for whoever happened to eat it later. 

As he came, Verne’s tailhole clenched a few times around the invader, giving the unknown male a bit of extra stimulation. It was a welcome change with how loose the wolf normally was. The stranger continued thrusting away, picking up the pace more after realizing Verne could take almost anything thrown at him. The engorged knot had slipped out of the sheath, moving past Verne’s anal ring and popping back out, refusing to stay locked in place. It signaled the end was near though, and as much as he could, the wolf clamped down around the warm cock deep in his bowels. He was almost immediately rewarded, as a rush of hot, thick seed poured forth and decorated his insides, leaving him full once more. 

Before he could even climb out of the garbage, his sperm donor had pulled out, presumably heading off to find more to eat themselves. Verne shrugged slightly to himself and continued eating for another few minutes, at this point focused on simply consuming as much as he could. It was worth it, as he managed to cum paws free once again, spraying his second load across the trash as he crunched through someone’s leftover, dried pasta.

Finally believing he’d had enough, Verne finally climbed free, shaking himself slightly to clear the large refuse off his fur. Various oils and stains blended in nicely with those already there, further marking the wolf as one of the nastiest this town had to offer. Before he headed back to meet with Jacob though, he noticed he was still leaking, feeling some of the leftover cum running down his leg. Thinking quickly, he grabbed a red plastic cup he saw nearby, holding it behind himself and straining. The rush of leftover cum sprayed out, heavily brown in color. After a couple shit nuggets plopped their way into his beverage, Verne stood back up and headed toward the entrance again.

Jacob sighed with relief as he saw the wolf walking toward him. He matched Verne’s pace, heading toward the other canine. “Where the hell have you been?” 

“Where do you think? Eating,” Verne said simply, shrugging and taking another swig of cum.

“Feels like you’ve been gone forever,” Jacob said, shaking his head.

“No way,” Verne replied. “How long has it been?”

“I…don’t know,” the fox paused, realizing he truly had no idea. “It’s not like I’m carrying my phone in my ass or something. Just feels like ages - the sun’s already going down,” he noted, turning toward the sunset. “Where’d you find a drink, anyway? Surprised any liquids aren’t all spilled on the ground.”

“Had someone make it for me,” Verne quipped. “Want a sip?”

“Uh, sure. Who made it?” Jacob asked, taking the offered cup. He quickly saw exactly what was inside it, raising it to his lips and taking a particularly big gulp, greedily sucking down one of the nuggets as well. 

“No idea,” the wolf replied, taking the cup back. “I was kinda busy, didn’t see who was behind me. Just started fucking, and I didn’t want to let it all go to waste.”

Jacob nodded. “Yeah, I get it. So anyway,” he said, changing the topic, “anywhere else for the day?”

“Yes!” Verne said excitedly. “One more stop, but it’s my favorite. Heading almost back home, but not quite. Right in the middle of downtown Paradise. You’ll see Jorah again!”

“Oh. Right, he said he worked at a club, didn’t he?” Jacob asked.

“Aww, he spoiled it,” Verne pouted, heading out of the dump and down the sidewalk with Jacob in tow. “Yeah, he does. But don’t worry - it’ll be great. I guarantee it’ll be like nothing you’ve never seen before.”

“I mean…I’ve never even been near a club, and before I got Rupees, I hadn’t even seen anyone else naked. Well, except Dad in the shower once, but that was an accident,” Jacob recounted.

“He hung?” Verne asked, uncaring about the incestuous question.

“My dad?” Jacob asked, surprised.

“Yeah, who else?” the wolf asked, downing the last of his drink and taking a bite out of the cup.

“Uh…yeah, he is,” he replied, raising his voice over the crunching of plastic. “We, uh, well, I’ve sucked him off a few times. Brother and I both have, actually - he’s got cum Rupees, and Dad’s been willing to help out when we needed it. He’s, uh, pissed for me a few times, and shit once when I really needed it. His cock’s…really nice,” he finished, instantly having a flashback to the first time he’d done this with his family. He was so embarrassed the first time Seth mentioned their dad had a nice dick, yet now here Jacob was, raving about it to someone he barely knew.

“Damn. You’ll have to introduce me sometime,” Verne said with a smirk.

“Dad always did tease me about bringing home a boyfriend,” Jacob quipped back, trying to find some way to catch the wolf off guard.

“Hey, none of that. We can do all the nasty shit you want and fuck until we both pass out, but none of this relationship crap. I fuck who I want, when I want,” Verne said proudly.

“Just teasing you dude,” Jacob replied, reaching down and giving the wolf’s cock a few quick pumps. As he pulled his paw back, he pried his fingers apart, having collected some of the leftover cum from Verne’s double orgasm against the trash earlier. A moment later, his paw was clean, and a new taste was on his tongue. 

As the duo set off toward their final location of the day, Jacob started recognizing the general direction they were headed. He couldn’t be quite sure if they were taking the exact streets from earlier or not, but he at least knew they were getting closer to where they started. His sense of direction wasn’t amazing, but as the sunset shone over the horizon and light started fading, he felt like he’d be able to eventually find his way back to Verne’s dumpster if he had to.

The pair made small talk along the way. It started with a quick rundown of what they’d done so far and their favorite events of the day. It quickly turned toward their next destination though, but Verne was still cagey on a lot of the details. He wanted it to be a surprise for Jacob, even if the fox was aware it was a club. The most he was willing to say so far was that he knew a few of the dancers there, as well as Jorah, and usually had quite a bit of fun even after the main show was over.

As Jacob was begging for more details, their destination soon came into view. They rounded a corner and saw a massive line waiting along the sidewalk, behind a velvet rope. At the head of the line, the beast that was Jorah stood. He occasionally allowed some inside, picking and choosing from the line as he saw fit. The fox was confused at first as Verne headed straight for the dragon - he paused for a second before hurrying to catch up, following the wolf to greet Jorah.

“What’s up, buddy?” Verne asked, striding over and looking up at Jorah.

“Same as usual. You headed in?” The dragon asked.

“Yep,” Verne said happily. “Jacob too. What do you want us to do to get inside?”

“Nothing for now, I know you’ll make it up to me later. Just head in, you know where the passes are,” Jorah said with a wink.

“Oh, come on…” Verne said with a fake pout, walking over and standing against the dragon’s side, softly sliding a paw along the scaly male’s massive erection. “Nothing you want from a couple sluts?”

Jacob quickly caught on, and not wanting to be left out, manned Jorah’s other side. “Yeah, whatever you want,” he urged, adding his paw to Verne’s and caressing Jorah’s length. 

“Later,” the dragon repeated. “Now head inside, you’ll scare away business if they think I’m busy.”

“Oh fine,” Verne pouted for real this time.

“Hey, why do they get to go in?” A voice shouted from the line. “I’ve been out here for two hours!”

“Because I can fuck his ass as hard as I want and he’ll beg for more. I doubt I could even get two fingers in you,” Jorah snarled, turning to face the complaining canine. “For that, they’re VIFs, and you’re barely an F. Might as well head home, you’re not getting in now.”

The canine grumbled and pulled his feline friend out of line, angrily stomping off toward another club, hopefully one with a more amicable bouncer outside it. Meanwhile, Verne pulled Jacob inside, putting in a code and grabbing a couple passes from behind the podium as they entered.

Loud music blared, completely drowning out everything else they could hear. The dance floor was filled with naked furs, some simply dancing, some fucking, and some doing both at the same time. One particular possum seemed more than happy to lay on the ground, allowing others to trample him as they moved. Verne directed the fox past all that though, taking him down a narrow hallway from the floor toward one of the side attractions.

“Okay…few questions, as usual,” Jacob started, speaking over the noise. “Why does he care if others think he’s busy?”

“You’ve seen him. He’s basically a walking billboard for this place. Half the guys out there in line are only there just on the off chance they can suck him off to get inside. If someone sees he’s already spent, they’re less likely to try to get in. Plus, he’s absolutely massive, so he actually can stop random furs from getting in if they try to push past him,” Verne explained.

“Ah. And…VIF?” Jacob asked.

“Yeah? What about it?” Verne replied.

“I…don’t know what it means,” the fox admitted.

“Oh. I thought that was a really common term, even outside shit like this. Very Important Fur?” Verne said, surprised he had to explain it.

“Right. I’ve heard it before, just…don’t usually go to places where they’re a thing,” Jacob answered.

Before their conversation could continue, a loud voice came over the speaker system. “And now for our next pair…as nasty as they are hung, give it up for our stars of the night!”

“C’mon, we gotta hurry,” Verne said, walking double time down the hall. In just a moment, the pair of canines burst into a mostly dark room with a large stage. Two large metal poles rose out of it, each of which had a naked, hard male walking up to it. 

On the left, a maned wolf thrust his hips out toward the crowd, showing off his massive, black length. Along the cock, studs adorned the bottom of it - yellow, red, and orange. Tearing his eyes away from the shaft for just a second, Jacob looked over the rest of the spotlit male. His fur could only be described as fiery - the same colors as his cock studs blended together. The outer parts of his body were lighter yellow, but as you got closer to the center, his red underbelly showed proudly to the audience. Each of his paws were covered in pure black fur, providing a sharp contrast.

On the other side, a pink dingo proudly showed off his ass, holding his tail up and presenting his hole to the crowd. It had clearly been well used, and knowing the establishment they were in, Jacob had a feeling it was about to be filled once more. As the dingo stood back up, he could see a mint green nose and eyes on the dancer’s face, while the rest of his underbelly was a slightly lighter pink. 

Jacob took a few steps forward, ready to get seated for the show. Rather than heading closer to the stage though, Verne pulled Jacob off to the edge of the room, moving down a staircase that the fox wouldn’t have even noticed if the wolf didn’t direct him to it. Verne offered their VIF passes to the black panther inside guarding it, who nodded and returned them. Quickly, Verne headed down the rest of the stairs, making his way under the stage. There, a smaller array of seats were set out, only as many as would fit below the dancers’ platform. Somehow, none of them were currently filled - the wolf supposed it was a slower night, being in the middle of the week. Verne grabbed one directly underneath the maned wolf above, while Jacob took the one next to him.

“Best seats in the house,” Verne said before Jacob could ask. “Most furs don’t even know this is down here,” he said, looking up at the show above. “We can see up through it, but no one can see down.” Immediately, they got a view that wouldn’t be seen from the normal audience at all, showing off why these seats were so great. While the maned wolf squatted down toward the stage, his cock dangled to the point of nearly touching it. The view was exquisite though, as his cheeks parted fully, giving the canines below a perfect view of the tight hole between.

“Doesn’t it hurt your neck staring up after a while?” Jacob asked.

“Worth it,” Verne said quickly, grabbing his cock and starting to paw off.

“What the hell?” the fox suddenly spat, lifting a paw up and wiping something away from his forehead. He sniffed his fingers a couple times before promptly licking them clean, though still confused.

“Catch a splash, did ya?” Verne asked happily. “That’s why they’re the best seats. Small little holes in the floor above for drainage. The lights up there are also heat lamps - makes the dancers sweat like crazy. You just got the first taste,” Verne paused, wiping a small droplet of his own off his face and sucking it down. “Not just sweat either, though. Those holes drain anything they push out on stage, and it all ends up here.”

“Fuck yeah,” Jacob breathed, barely sparing the brainpower to respond. His eyes were locked onto the floor above his head. While Verne was still casually jerking off, the fox hadn’t even bothered to do that. His focus was entirely on getting his next fix. It was slow at the start, catching only a drop here and there, but it was worth it. The salty liquid splashing on his tongue was simply divine. 

It was clear the dancers knew who they were dancing for as well. While Jacob was sure the upstairs audience got a proper view of what was going on, he and Verne certainly weren’t left out. He could see their toes splayed and flattened against the floor at all times, with small beads of sweat running down their claws. Every time they squatted down, their tailholes opened up - the pink dingo’s in particular. Jacob could see a small gape going on, close enough to see it pulse lightly with the dancer’s heartbeat.

While the sights and tastes were more than enough on their own, the scents assaulting their nostrils ramped it up another few levels. Unwashed musk permeated the air as the heat kept rising in the room, coming both from the dancers above as well as he and Verne. As the dingo lowered himself overhead once more, Jacob could actually see his tailhole rippling. Seconds later, the burst of flatulence made its way down, and the fox’s nose started working just as hard as his tongue.

The gyrating duo soon got more intimate with each other, ignoring the poles on the stage and relying on each other to show off their stuff. The dingo had backed up into the maned wolf, shaking his ass and allowing that jet black cock to slide up and down over the top of his cheeks. If Jacob didn’t know any better, he’d have doubted the dingo’s ability to take the length sitting on his ass, but after getting such a detailed view of his hole…he knew it’d fit. The fox had a feeling that, despite being bent over, the dingo was the one in control here, choosing more of what happened than the maned wolf did.

The pair above froze for a bit, making Jacob question what was going on. It seemed they were simply resting against each other, panting crotch to ass. The fox couldn’t spend too long pondering it though, still focused on catching every drop of sweat that he could. Much to his surprise, he was soon given a much more voluminous gift.

He couldn’t see it, as the dingo’s ass blocked the maned wolf’s cock, but as urine started raining down through the holes in the floor, both he and Verne sprang into action. Jacob held his jaw open beneath one of the streams, guzzling down the thin river of piss while trying to find some way to gather more. He raised his paws underneath a second hole and tried to direct it toward his face, but it only served to get his arms soaking wet. Resigned to only getting a small drink for now, Jacob carefully maneuvered himself onto the ground, letting a few of the waterfalls of dark yellow fluid cascade down upon him. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Verne doing the same thing, and the two soon bumped into each other as they tried to be the target of as much as possible.

As the two above stepped apart, the rest of the piss was still draining. The canines below continued drinking, unmoving even as the streamlined flow turned into a dribble and finally into an unsteady sequence of droplets. The fox watched as he saw the two give quick little bows toward the audience, one facing them and one away, giving everyone one last good view of their tailholes. Unsatisfied with what he was given, Jacob turned to his side and started lapping at the ground, cock throbbing with each taste of piss across his tongue.

“Come on, we’ve got more to do,” Verne said, carefully climbing back up onto his footpaws, dripping onto the floor as he did.

“I thought this was our last place?” Jacob asked, licking the floor a couple more times.

“Never said we were leaving,” Verne replied pointedly.

“Alright, fine. Just hope there’s more piss where we’re going,” the fox whined.

“Yes, toilet, there’s more piss and then some,” the wolf said with a small chuckle, reaching out and offering a paw to the fox.

“Look who’s talking. Calling me toilet,” Jacob laughed in response, taking the offered paw and standing upright once again.

“Am I wrong?” Verne quipped, staring at the vulpine.

“Well, no, but you’re a bigger one than I am!” Jacob answered.

“And don’t you forget it,” Verne winked, turning away from the stairway they came down and starting to walk.

“Wait, where are we going? I thought that was the way out?” Jacob asked, pointing back toward the opposite side of the room.

“That’s back on the main floor. We’re going backstage,” Verne said.

“Are we allowed?” The vulpine asked, a bit nervous.

“I am, and you’re with me, so you’re good. I know those guys,” the wolf said confidently.

“The dancers?” Jacob asked, tilting his head a bit.

“Yeah. Old friends,” Verne replied, heading up the stairs and entering a narrow hallway, with what looked like dressing rooms along the wall. After passing a couple, Verne turned toward one and walked inside, not bothering to knock.

“There he is. Wondered when you’d get here, you shit-swizzling cock gobbler,” the dingo said, voice bobbing up and down a bit as he did. As Verne entered the small room and Jacob followed, they got an eyeful of the pink male bouncing up and down on the maned wolf’s black, knotted cock. The dingo’s humanoid length flopped up and down as he did, landing against his partner’s balls each time he lowered himself. “Who’s the fox?”

“This is Jacob. He’s like me,” Verne said simply.

“What do you mean like you?” the dingo spat.

“Rupees. Got the lot of ‘em,” Verne answered.

“Bullshit. We got guys in here fucking 24/7 who don’t even catch one. Who’s he really?” the pink one demanded.

“He’s right,” Jacob spoke up, stepping forward next to Verne. There was still a small amount of shyness in the back of his mind as he introduced himself, but after the day he’d had, he was able to quickly force that away. “It’s…genetic with me,” the fox continued. “Didn’t have any a couple weeks ago, but now…well, I’ve got it all.”

“I still call bullshit. Gimme a sec and I’ll make you prove it,” the dingo answered. He refocused his efforts, bouncing up and down faster on the cock, slipping around the partially formed knot each time he landed in the maned wolf’s crotch. A minute or so passed and he landed for the final time, letting out an exaggerated moan as the knot stretched his hole further than it had yet. Jacob could clearly tell the maned wolf was getting off, flooding the dingo’s bowels with his seed. After teasing each other on stage for a while, it was no surprise it didn’t take them too long to get off once they’d gotten back to their dressing room. 

What was shocking, however, was the dingo grunting and forcing himself back upright soon after he felt Red’s orgasm die off. He groaned in a mix of pain and pleasure as he popped the knot right back out - his tailhole must have been stretchier than Jacob thought. Drops of brown jizz splattered onto the floor below as the dingo strode over toward the fox, turning around and pointing his ass at Jacob.

“Suck it,” he said simply.

The fox was more than happy to oblige. He sank down onto his knees, shoving his muzzle between those battered ass cheeks and wrapping his lips around the hole, his dick jumping the second that shit-tainted cum entered his maw. True to the command, Jacob started sucking, trying to pull the maned wolf’s load back out as quickly as he could. He soon got more than he bargained for though, as the dingo was clearly straining, and a wet, slimy, soft log of shit spilled forth onto Jacob’s tongue.

“Fuck’s sake, Emmett, save some for me,” Verne whined.

“He really like you?” the maned wolf asked, groaning as he finally stood up and watched the show.

“Yeah. You’re gonna love him, Red,” Verne replied, smirking as he watched Jacob start chewing, knowing exactly what the fox was going through. Not one to be left out though, the wolf knelt down and took Red’s cock in his maw, slurping the remnants off it.

“He eats shit, so what. I know twenty guys who do that just in this building,” Emmett grunted, unwilling to believe Jacob truly was like Verne.

“How many of them do that though?” Red asked, pointing down underneath the dingo.

“Oh damn, we got a real shit slut here,” Emmett laughed. He watched as the fox’s cock jumped paws free, spraying his load across the floor as he chugged from the dingo’s ass. Each rancid, bitter squelch that oozed between Jacob’s teeth only gave his orgasm more strength, producing more than he had in a while. Even after getting off countless times with Verne so far today, the fox felt he could go all night. “He’s still getting in there too, damn,” Emmett moaned, feeling Jacob’s tongue embedded deep within his ass, still searching for more. “That’s all for now, whore,” he finally remarked, stepping forward and turning to face the fox again.

“Aww. Done already?” Jacob teased. “And here I was hoping you’d test all the Rupees.”

“I know you and the wolf toilet over there spent the night chugging piss and sweat already, you’re good. Dunno if you actually have it, but don’t care. If you can eat my shit like that, you’re fine. Only fair you repay the favor though,” Emmett replied, lying on his back.

“Uh…alright. You have shit Rupees, then?” Jacob asked hesitantly. He stepped forward, moving alongside the dingo and straddling his chest, squatting down over Emmett’s face and lifting his bushy, piss-drenched tail.

“Nope. Just a nasty fuck, same as you,” Emmett answered, reaching up and pulling Jacob’s hips down toward his face. He wasted absolutely no time, targeting the hole immediately and plunging his tongue deep inside the fox’s ass, swirling it around in search of a meal. Stray streaks of shit and cum were quickly mopped up by the dingo. Jacob wasn’t even sure he had anything in the tank, but after grunting and straining for a bit, he managed to produce a couple small logs for Emmett to gnaw on. He could clearly tell the dingo struggled a bit more than the furs with Rupees, but clearly adored the filth. Jacob watched Emmett’s cock jump softly each time he swallowed, turned on by no end to the nastiness in his maw. Seeing no reason not to, the fox leaned forward and took the length in his muzzle.

Meanwhile, Verne had finished polishing off Red’s length, leaving the black flesh and colored studs as shiny as he could. Not one to let Jacob have all the fun, the black and purple wolf moved around to the dancer’s ass, treating it much the same way Emmett was doing Jacob’s. Of the four in the room, Red’s tailhole was by far the tightest. None of the other three had a particular interest in topping, and the maned wolf was more than happy to fuck them until he dropped. Of course, that meant the only thing that usually ended up inside him were tongues. 

Verne could easily feel the tightness squeezing around his own slippery appendage. Red’s pucker squeezed his tongue as he practically scooped the waste out, unwilling to wait for the dancer to push it all the way. He had no idea where one log stopped and the next started. All he knew was he could shove his tongue as far up Red’s tailhole as it would go, break the shit apart right there, and pull out whatever was within reach. Even with the maned wolf grunting and speeding up the process, Verne was still far too ravenous, racing against Red to see if he could eat it all faster than it came out. He’d chomp it down into a mushy, chunky paste before gulping it down and going back for the next batch, knowing a bit more would be within reach next time. 

“Fuck I love your ass,” Verne muttered, words muffled through the mouthful of waste he was halfway through. 

“Right back at ya,” Red replied, reaching back and pressing Verne’s head more firmly against his toned cheeks, even though he knew his toilet wasn’t going anywhere.

As Verne worked through the last of his meal, Emmett had finished his, but it didn’t stop his tongue from going wild. He attacked the fox’s ever-widening hole, leaving absolutely nothing behind. Jacob’s ass was far cleaner than it had ever been, even before his Rupees flared up, and the dingo didn’t stop there. His paws took hold of Jacob’s hips, firmly pulling the orange vulpine down against his head, practically suffocating himself to get that extra millimeter of depth for his tongue to explore.

Despite Emmett’s aggression with his ass, Jacob hardly noticed. His world was the dingo’s cock, shoving it down his throat, facefucking himself to get his next treat of the day. Every spurt of pre only spurred him on more, closing his eyes and enduring the abuse he was putting his esophagus through to get what he so desperately needed. Once he felt Emmett’s tongue freeze in his ass, he knew he was close. Not only was Jacob going as fast as possible on the shaft buried in his maw, but he was shoving his ass back into the dingo’s head, straining his best to provide a bit more filth. Almost the second after a bit more flatulence escaped and reverberated around Emmett’s head, Jacob got his treat, feeling the length throb and blasting its load into his gut where it belonged.

As the fox finished gulping down the load he’d worked so hard for, he rolled over, laying on the ground next to the dingo. He happily placed his paws on his gut, feeling the adrenaline rushing through his body after getting this most recent hit. Over to his right, Verne seemed to be in a similar state. Jacob could see it in his eyes - the wolf’s pupils were slightly dilated, constantly cognizant of everything else going in the room in case more action sprang up for him to enjoy. Nothing of the sort seemed to be apparent though - he finished off his meal from Red, and Jacob and Emmett had emptied themselves out into each other already. As luck would have it, however, only a moment later, the door opened.

“Should’ve guessed, you guys got started without me,” Jorah’s deep voice echoed as he strode into the room, his massive cock leading the way.

“Well yeah, we finished dancing like what, twenty minutes ago? Means we’ve been fucking for at least nineteen so far,” Emmett quipped back. “I got more energy though, so take a seat and we’ll get you sorted.”

Jorah just eyed the dingo laying on the floor. “You know that’s never how it goes. You want control when you ride someone, you can fuck Red over there, but I bet you did that right after you got off stage,” the dragon paused, glancing up at the maned wolf, who nodded. “You want me, you’re doing what I say, and there’s no way your arrogant ass is gonna let that fly. Or are you a subby little dingo tonight?” Jorah asked, teasing, but with a hint of malice behind his words. He moved forward and stepped lightly on Emmett’s crotch, rubbing the sole of his scaled footpaw over it. It wasn’t gentle, but wasn’t rough either, putting just enough pressure to let the smaller male know who was in charge.

Though the dingo was conflicted, he eventually reached up and shoved Jorah’s leg to the side, sitting upright and glaring at the dragon. “Fuck off.”

“Thought not. I’ve still got two other options though. How’s Jacob been doing, Verne? You got him stretched enough for me yet?” Jorah asked.

“He’s right there, check for yourself,” the wolf chuckled, still kneeling behind Red’s ass and inhaling the musk.

“Fair point,” the dragon said simply, kneeling down on the ground and roughly shoving his fingers against Jacob’s ass, almost immediately finding his target and forcing a scaled digit inside.

“Hey!” The fox weakly protested, though made no move to try to get away.

“Shut up,” Jorah ordered, uncaring how the fox really felt about the situation. As he continued probing, he slipped another two fingers inside, finding himself near the limit already. He could wiggle them around without it being too tight, but he doubted a fourth would go in too easily. Sighing, the dragon pulled them out and wiped them clean on a mildly unsullied patch of Jacob’s leg fur before standing back up. “Doubt it’ll fit. Usually need to get at least four inside comfortably before I’ll even try fucking someone. Maybe next time. Verne, that means you’re up.”

“Wait,” Jacob protested. “I still want to try it.”

“Dude, it’ll split you in half. You don’t want it,” Jorah rebutted.

“No, I’ll be fine, I promise. Rupees has made me a hell of a lot stretchier than I thought I’d ever be. It’s like my body knows I get cum for doing it,” the fox pleaded.

“Verne, what do you think? You’re the expert cock taker here,” Jorah asked.

“Hey, what about me? I’ve taken you a few times,” Emmett protested, unable to stay silent for too long.

“Yeah, always when you were too drunk to be in control, and I could plow you as hard as I wanted. So, Verne?” Jorah said, quickly focusing the conversation back.

“I mean, if he says he wants it, at least let him try. He’s right about the Rupees, and he’s a fox on top of that. I’d be surprised if he couldn’t take it by now,” Verne shrugged.

“Alright, well, it’s your lucky day Jacob. Guess you’re gonna see what it’s like to truly be stretched,” the dragon continued, redirecting his attention to the fox.

“What’re the rest of us supposed to do? Watch?” Emmett protested.

“Thought you liked being in control. Now you need me to tell you that you guys can fuck?” Jorah replied, shooting a pointed glance toward the dingo.

“Come on man, don’t leave us hanging. Shit on the floor before Jacob gets all your attention or somethin’,” the dingo demanded.

“You know what, fine, but only because it’ll get you to shut up,” Jorah said with an exasperated sigh. “Make room, you know I usually save up a bit for these fucks.”

The four others spread to the edges of the room, cocks all pointed toward the dragon as they watched him squat right in the middle. A crackling noise echoed out as the first log of dark brown, chunky waste coiled up on the floor. The second it broke off, another came barreling out, quickly collapsing under its own weight and splattering on the ground. Nearly a minute passed as the pile kept getting wider and taller, surpassing how much the rest of the guys in the room could put out combined. The waste continued in smaller and further apart logs, until Jorah was left grunting and straining as bursts of gas escaped his ass, sending small nuggets of shit along with them. Feeling himself finally empty, he stood back up, turning to face Verne.

“The fox is getting my dick, so you want to clean up my ass?” Jorah asked. 

“Yeah,” Verne spat, the word barely audible as he raced to get behind the dragon before Emmett had a say in the matter. He shoved his muzzle between the lighter-scaled ass cheeks, prying them apart with his paws and digging in. When Jorah stood up after taking his dump, the rest of the shit clinging to his tailhole smushed around his ass, creating a much larger mess for Verne to clean up. The wolf attacked every smudge and streak, his brown tongue slipping in and out of Jorah’s hole, following the mess wherever the largest leftover chunk of shit he could gulp down was. The whole ordeal lasted maybe thirty seconds, but for Verne, it felt like it was over in an instant. Jorah stepped forward, and Verne nearly fell over as he tried to desperately keep his muzzle in contact with the dragon’s ass. He let out a small whimper as his treat was taken away.

“Oh shut up, you eat my shit all the time. Besides, I’ve got a fox to fuck,” Jorah said, predatorily grinning toward Jacob.

“Meanwhile,” Red piped up, “I’ve got some ideas for the rest of us. Might manage to keep everyone happy. Emmett, get on all fours next to Jorah’s dump.”

“Shit, don’t have to tell me twice,” the dingo said quickly, moving toward the dragon’s shit and immediately taking a bite out of it, noisily chomping it down. 

“Alright, Verne, you on top of him,” Red instructed.

“Oh I see what you’re getting at. I approve,” the wolf smirked, climbing on top of the dingo and quickly sliding himself into Emmett’s ass, looking down at the back of the dingo’s head. Unable to resist either, Verne leaned forward and took his own bite, letting small bits of brown saliva drip down onto the dingo. Determined not to let Verne take total control though, the dingo shoved himself back a few times into the wolf’s crotch.

“Then, finally…” Red finished, stepping forward and kneeling behind Verne, roughly lifting his tail and shoving himself forward, always amazed at just how little friction there was to get inside the black and purple toilet. 

“Just leaves us. Get on all fours,” Jorah said simply.

Jacob readily obeyed, heart beating quickly as he assumed the position. Naturally, as Emmett and Verne had taken up residence on one side of the mountain of shit, he had dominion over the other. He got down right next to it, taking a massive bite of the waste, leaving his head close enough so that it would be pushed into the mess every time Jorah thrust forward. 

“Sorry sluts, not all of it’s going in your top holes,” the dragon continued, reaching over Jacob and grabbing a hunk of shit, slathering it along his gargantuan length. When it was good and brown, he forced his fingers back inside the fox’s hole, this time quickly bumping it up to four. Jacob was right - the last one went in easier than he’d expected, and Jorah wouldn’t be surprised if he’d be able to fully fist the fox within the week. Verne was still the only other guy he knew who could take it, and Jorah had been inside the wolf up to his elbow more times than he could count. 

With a sigh of relief that he could finally get to fucking, Jorah positioned himself on his knees behind Jacob, angling his shaft down and placing the head against the warm, stretched hole. He yanked the fox’s bushy tail up higher, trying to get him at a good enough level where he could really ram his length inside. 

While Jacob was primarily focused on eating, he had to pause as he felt the head of Jorah’s cock pressing against his sphincter. A moment of doubt and regret went through his mind, wondering how the hell he was supposed to fit that inside. It increased tenfold once the dragon grasped his hips from both sides, almost able to encircle the fox’s entire waist as he did. The pushing started immediately, with Jorah grunting as the hole gripped his shaft, seemingly resisting entry even though Jacob was doing everything he could to let it inside. The fox had even stopped his meal, closing his eyes and focusing on relaxing his tailhole. Barely two inches had made their way inside, and already Jacob felt like he was going to burst.

“You good?” Jorah asked, though he never stopped pushing. As Jacob steadied himself for an answer, another couple inches slipped in. 

“Yeah. I…I think so…” the fox breathed. 

“Alright. Let’s crank this up a notch,” Jorah insisted, gripping Jacob a bit harder now and pushing forth. It was still slow, but less so than before, and the fox was filling up fast.

“Fuck…” Jacob breathed, unable to focus on his meal while the dragon worked his way in.

“Still good?” Jorah asked, though continued on his way, almost halfway in now.

“Yeah…” The fox mumbled.

“ ‘oo gah dis buh-ee,” Verne spoke through his mawful of shit, spraying small brown flecks back over the pile. The wolf tried to be as encouraging as he could, making it look effortless as he thrust down into Emmett, then hilting his own ass on Red every time he pulled back out.

Jacob weakly nodded, wondering how on earth his tailhole could stretch this far. It felt like he had to take the world’s largest dump, having his ass so completely and utterly full, and Jorah wasn’t even done. Just when the fox thought he would explode, the pressure suddenly lessened. The dragon eased part of his length out, leaving just a couple inches inside.

“Sorry sluts, need some more lube,” he remarked, grabbing another hefty clump of muddy feces and slapping it onto his cock. Once it was good and brown again, he started pushing it back inside the fox, even faster this time. As he went in, he found himself bottoming out shortly before he could get the full length inside. Determined, the dragon pulled out a couple inches and pushed them back, making a tiny bit more progress. Each mini thrust opened Jacob’s tailhole more, doing its best to accommodate its largest invader yet. Pain and pleasure wrestled for control in the fox’s mind, but as he finally felt the dragon’s crotch press firmly up against his ass, pleasure won out. Both males felt triumphant as Jacob had successfully taken the entire length - but things were just getting started.

“Finally. Now we can start…” Jorah breathed.

‘Start?’ Jacob thought. He wasn’t sure he could take much more than that. Jorah slipped about half his cock out of the shit-slickened hole, only to force it back inside in one smooth thrust. For the dragon, this was a nice, gentle thrust meant to get the fox used to things. For Jacob, that was far more than he was ready for, with his body lurching forward and his muzzle going a few inches deep into the rapidly disappearing mound of shit in front of him. Knowing he had to eat now, or Verne and Emmett would hog it all, he used the opportunity to open up and take a nice, heaping bite of dragon shit, his cock jumping for joy as he did.

The dragon ramped up his aggression quickly. Jacob suppressed any discomfort he was going through, and Jorah took the lack of any visible or audible signs of pain that the fox was just as stretchy and capable as he’d expected. Each thrust was harder than the last, and only a couple minutes after he’d hilted himself, Jorah was only leaving the head of his shaft inside before ramming the rest of it in. 

On the other side of the pile, Verne was doing much the opposite of Jacob. While the fox still had to relax to allow the dragon inside, Verne was clenching down. The wolf wasn’t sure how much Red would even feel it if he wasn’t, knowing how well used his ass was. He did his best to make sure both Red and Emmett were satisfied though, despite most of his attention being on the waste in front of him. Emmett wasn’t that big of a factor with the lack of Rupees - the dingo reveled in filth, but he was quickly tiring as the night went on, and couldn’t stomach nearly as much as Jacob and Verne could. Now that the fox was getting comfortable with the dragon’s size though, he’d picked up on his meal again.

Verne doubled down, attacking the pile with as much vigor as possible. If he didn’t eat it, Jacob would, and the wolf wasn’t about to give up both the dragon’s cock and his shit in one go. Each mawful tasted absolutely horrendous, but caused Verne’s length to throb madly. He was sure he’d already cum inside the dingo once already, and at the rate he was going, it was likely it’d happen again soon. He hardly noticed though next to the flavors exploding on his tongue.

After another few minutes of fucking and feeding, the dragon’s provided meal was finally coming to an end. Tongues wrestled through the leftover waste on the ground, with Jacob and Verne eagerly fighting to the last nugget. Emmett had bowed out, panting heavily as his orgasm neared, stomach full to bursting after eating from Jacob and now Jorah.

Once the ground was clear, the only things left were on each other. Verne and Jacob stretched forward, sliding their tongues over each other’s muzzle, cleaning up any leftover shit they could find. Inevitably, that turned into a makeout session, with both of them being forced into each other by the thrusting males behind them. Jacob and Verne’s tongues explored their partner’s maw, more in search of shit than anything else. Both would work around the other’s fangs, forcing out sticky chunks of excrement and trying to pull it back into their own mouth before the other could steal it.

Despite being on the bottom, Emmett was the first to blow. Being subjected to so much shit got him going, and feeling Verne’s length battering his prostate pushed him over the edge sooner rather than later. He grunted as he gave a few final thrusts against the soiled ground, spraying his load across it for someone to lick up later.

Red smirked, his nose picking up on Emmet’s orgasm. “Couldn’t hold it anymore? I get it, got a hair trigger,” he teased, nudging Emmett with his footpaw, his voice ragged as he hammered Verne.

“Oh shut up,” the dingo breathed. “You try eating this much shit and not getting off.”

“Nah, I’ll leave that for you guys. You’re the toilets here,” the maned wolf said. His voice was rough and inconsistent as he focused on his own orgasm, wanting to bring things to a close now that the dingo had finished. Knowing Verne, Red had license to go as hard as he wanted, not having to worry about hurting the wolf in any way. He gripped Verne’s hips and thrust as hard as he could, knot slipping in and out of the hole as effortlessly as the rest of his cock.

Jorah grinned as he realized what Red was doing. “That all you got?” He asked, refocusing his grip on Jacob’s hips. Now knowing the fox was fully used to his length, he ramped up his own aggression. The fox lurched forward forcefully against Verne as Jorah hilted himself with as much force as he could muster. He let out a small whimper of surprise, but the dragon didn’t stop. 

With the rough, erratic thrusting, their makeout session soon came to an end. Jacob and Verne rested against each other as they were forced together time and time again, each one the subject of their respective top’s display of dominance. Jorah and Red stared each other down, thrusting for all they were worth, each one determined to show they could fuck harder, faster, and better than the other. Verne and Jacob both came again, with Emmett’s hole getting one last filling, while Jacob helped the dingo paint the floor white.

Neither top wanted to cum first. Red was clearly struggling, gritting his teeth as Jorah gave him that confident grin, knowing he was in control here. The pain in Jacob’s ass elevated from a dull ache to borderline agony, but he couldn’t bring himself to tell the dragon to stop. The pleasure was too great, and sooner or later he was going to get his reward for it. The maned wolf eventually bowed out, closing his eyes and thrusting a few more times, groaning in both pleasure and defeat as he added another load into the swamp that was Verne’s tailhole.

“Weak,” Jorah breathed simply, now redoing his grip on the fox once more. Knowing he no longer had to restrain his orgasm, he allowed himself to relax a bit. The thrusts were every bit as full and powerful as before, but the dragon now focused on getting off. If Jacob thought he was full before, it was nothing next to how he felt a minute later. The dragon’s load was massive, feeling like the ocean of cum released went all the way back up to his stomach. As Jorah pulled out to shoot the last of his load over the fox’s back, Jacob’s tailhole opened up like a firehose, absolutely dwarfing the rest of the mess on the ground.

“I knew you could do it,” Verne panted, giving a quick lick to Jacob’s cheek - though it was anyone’s guess whether it was for support or because he’d spotted some stray feces, or more likely, both. 

“Fuck…” Jacob breathed again, unable to say much else. He eased himself back up onto his knees, wincing slightly as he did. 

“Is that a good or a bad fuck?” Verne asked, doing much the same, kneeling in the mess on the ground.

“Both, I guess,” Jacob uttered. “It hurts like hell, but it felt so fucking good.”

“We’ll give you a little break,” Jorah said reassuringly. “How about you use your other end and clean me up though? I know you little Rupees fags love it,” he offered, stepping forward and pressing his shit and cum covered cock against Jacob’s face, not waiting for an answer. The fox didn’t need to provide one, either - as soon as the waste smeared against his face fur, his muzzle opened instinctively and started collecting everything it could. Down below, Verne seized the opportunity to lie back against the ground and shove his tongue into the canyon Jacob now had for an ass, chugging the leftover cum that hadn’t pooled on the floor yet.

The cleanup took another few minutes. As Jacob licked and ate, it was as if his pain melted away. The Rupees seemed to be repairing his body for giving it exactly what he wanted, replacing the discomfort with excitement, and another bout of energy to continue going. His licking only got more intense, eventually leading to him just trying to suck another load out of Jorah’s cock. The dragon let it go on for a couple minutes, but eventually pushed the fox away.

“Aww. We done then? I can keep going,” the fox said assuringly.

“Nope. But you toilets got a bit more to clean,” the dragon noted, sitting back against the wall in one of the only clean areas of floor he could find. He lifted his legs toward the Rupees-afflicted canines, wiggling his toes at them. Seeing the next meal in sight, Jacob and Verne practically slid across the floor on their knees, taking one of the footpaws for themselves.

Each of the scaled appendages was absolutely glazed in cum and shit. The dressing room was coated in filth by this point, and it was impossible to walk anywhere without stepping in it. Jacob was almost sure Jorah had gotten as dirty as possible, enjoying the worship both he and Verne provided. 

The dragon’s massive size meant his soles were equally large and contained an extreme amount of cum for the duo to guzzle down. There was easily twice as much cum on Jorah’s footpaw as Jacob could produce in a single orgasm, even if he’d been pent up for a week. No matter how much there was though, the fox was going to get it all. He attacked the dragon’s toes, sliding his tongue between them, finding the aftertaste of sweat an excellent addition to his current dessert. Far too soon, he and Verne had finished cleaning the dragon though, leaving all five males finally resting and waiting to see what’s next.

“Round two?” Jacob asked hopefully, eyeing the dragon’s cock.

“Not yet. I know you guys got your fix, but I still need mine,” Jorah said. “You guys let me drink your cum, and I’ll fuck another few loads into you. I’m dead until then though, I already got off a few times with the guys in line outside.”

“Fucking Rupees, man…” Emmett cursed, still not having gotten up off the floor. 

“I know, right?” Red breathed, leaning against the wall, cock dripping onto the ground. “I swear, I wish I could recharge like that. My dick’s sensitive as hell right now, I need at least a couple hours before I can go again.”

Meanwhile, Jacob and Verne didn’t say a word. As fast as they could, they scrambled upwards, standing next to each other and facing the dragon. They couldn’t start jerking off fast enough.

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Going back home that night was the most difficult thing the fox had ever done. Verne, Jorah, and Jacob had gone another few hours, each replenishing the other’s stamina the longer they went. As midnight became two became four in the morning, Jacob let out a groan of both frustration and pleasure. His last orgasm of the night wracked his body, knowing his responsibilities of the next day would not yield to his filthy desires.

He begrudgingly left the club, leaving Verne and Jorah to continue imposing on Red and Emmett’s dressing room for hours to come, though the other two joined back in when their stamina allowed. When Jacob finally got back home, it was no surprise that both Seth and his father were fast asleep, leaving the fox alone. After a quick inner debate, Jacob forced himself into the shower, making it as quick as possible. Once most of the visible streaks of waste had swirled down the drain, he quickly got back out, dried himself off, and headed to bed, hoping he’d removed as little filth as he had to.

The problem, however, was that sleep would not come. Verne had warned him this might happen after he started giving into his Rupees. The wolf still had many sleepless nights, but not nearly as many as when he was first diagnosed. Jacob, still new to the whole thing, had a rough period in front of him. According to Verne, lack of sleep made you very polar in terms of energy. Shortly after getting a Rupees fix, you’d feel on top of the world, but each hit would last less and less time. After staying up a couple days in a row, it would become nearly impossible to maintain it, swapping from the most energetic slut to a lifeless zombie in the blink of an eye.

Jacob, it seemed, was starting down this track. As much as he gave it a genuine effort, he was unable to fall asleep, and got up for work the next morning not feeling as bad as he thought. Giving himself a quick sniff, he knew another shower was in order, and painfully forced himself into it. The more pressing thing though was his Rupees. Thankfully, there was a solution at hand.

As both his sons were now regularly sucking him off, Levi had started wandering the house without pants on, hardly seeing the point when they were so frequently taken off. Despite his lack of enthusiasm for the filthier forms of Rupees, he still was determined to be the best father he could be, and Jacob left for work with every one of his needs met for the time being. The fox belched shit-scented air as he headed out the door, after his father had refused his joking attempt at a kiss goodbye.

Every day after work, and all days off, Jacob was back with Verne. The two made their usual trips around the neighborhood, with Verne showing off even more places the fox would soon enjoy - saunas, gyms, and various dumpsters to get their trash variety in were frequently hit up. There were even a few of what Verne called a double-sided restaurant. In one half, furs would go in and order their meals - typically greasy, heavy foods. On the other, those same furs would get half of their meal price taken off if they took a dump in one of the open troughs. Given the food served at these establishments, these masses of shit typically ended up extremely runny and slimy, hardly staying together at all. Furs like Jacob and Verne would pay a small amount to go in and clean up, knowing they’d be treated to shit that was, on average, far fouler than what they could find from most furs on the street.

The more he learned about Paradise, the harder it was to leave. Verne had invited him to stay permanently either in the same dumpster or one nearby, but Jacob couldn’t yet bring himself to leave his family, especially after they were so supportive of his diagnosis. Even after discussing it with his father and being assured it was okay, and that there would be no hard feelings if he decided to leave, he just couldn’t do it.

The fox’s resolve did not last long, however. Barely a week had passed since he was introduced to Verne, and already he was finding it hard to bear a day at work, away from his new needs. He’d managed to sleep last night for the first time in three days, forcing himself to do so after crashing so hard he blacked out with his mouth around Jorah’s cock the night before. The dragon had been kind enough to rouse the fox by gripping his head and fucking it until Jacob coughed himself awake on a massive load of cum. 

As he’d left Paradise, he and Verne had come to a mutually beneficial arrangement - when the fox headed home for the night, he’d let the wolf lick him completely clean. Not only would Verne get a bit more filth inside him this way, but it also meant the fox could avoid his nightly shower in the process. The problem was, however, that the next morning Jacob had become so used to his soiled state that he hadn’t even registered the scent and headed off to the store without taking his morning shower.

He quickly got to work, stocking shelves as usual, mind completely focused on each passing minute, hating just how long he still had to go before he could meet up with Verne again. Hardly an hour into his shift though, a loud, angry voice echoed out across the shop floor, pulling the vulpine out of his reverie.

“Jacob! My office, now,” James had shouted. The tanuki turned around and headed away before Jacob could even move. Knowing better than to disobey, the fox quickly followed, scratching his arm and licking his lips as his Rupees cravings started taking over his mind again.

“The fuck is wrong with you?” James burst out as Jacob shut the door. As he made to continue though, a fit of coughing overtook him, struggling to breathe.

“Huh?” The fox asked, nonplussed.

“You fucking reek,” the tanuki wheezed. “Just because you eat like a fucking toilet now doesn’t mean you have to smell like one.”

“Oh,” Jacob replied, suddenly understanding. Truth be told, he hadn’t even noticed - after spending so much time around Verne, he’d gotten quite used to the stench. “Sorry…” he mumbled.

“It’s not just the stench either - don’t get me wrong, I’ve already had two customers bitch about you today - but you keep taking far more ‘breaks’ than you’re allowed. Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing either. Security cameras see you coming out of the changing rooms, licking your lips a few times a day,” James ranted.

“Ah. I…” Jacob started, but he was cut off.

“You’re lucky I can’t fucking fire you, I know you’re the type to sue for it, you foxes are sneaky whores. I will be writing you up though, for extremely disorderly conduct. Why can’t you just follow the rules like everyone else? Evan’s got the Rupees too and he still follows the flare-up protocols,” the tanuki reprimanded.

Jacob tilted his head slightly. “The…flare-up protocols?” He asked, again confused.

James put his head in his paw. “Can’t fucking read, either. I know I gave you the company policies on it.”

“I…” Jacob started again but trailed off this time. He knew James had given him…something, at some point, but honestly couldn’t remember what it was. Rupees had driven nearly everything else from his mind - his sole goal was to find his next fix, as evidenced by his continued nervous scratching.

“Okay, I guess I’m going to have to spell this out for you too. Flare-up protocols were enacted after Rupees became more widespread, and the company had to stop nasty fucks like you from blowing anyone they could find and skipping out on work. So, they set what they call ‘designated treatment fursonnel’ - furs who can give you whatever fix you need. Usually at least a male and female at each location, other genders or nonbinary individuals if available. Given the changing rooms you come out of every fucking day, I’m going to assume you need a dick to suck, right?” James asked.

“Uh…yes,” Jacob said slowly, not having expected this conversation with his boss. “So, uh…who’s the, uh, fur for this location?”

“...Me,” James said with a sigh. “And let me guess - you need some…” he surmised, watching Jacob’s paws constantly scratching himself. 

“I, yes, I’d…I do,” he stammered, not wanting to appear too eager.

“Ugh, let’s get this over with then. Which one?” James asked.

“All- all of them,” the fox requested.

“Fucking hell…You sure you’re not just insanely slutty?” James snapped.

“No, I need it!” Jacob rebutted. 

“Fine. Just…come here and kneel,” James uttered, forcing himself out of his chair and fiddling with his pants. “We’re doing shit last, I’m not sticking my fucking dick in your mouth after it’s filthy.”

Not sure what he could possibly say in response, Jacob simply slid forward out of his chair and did as his boss asked, kneeling on the floor and staring at the crotch in front of him. No sooner had James offered his flaccid length than Jacob had taken it into his mouth, immediately getting to work bringing it to its proper, fully-erect state.

Back in his proper place, all awkwardness melted away. Jacob put his newfound skills to use, giving the tanuki a proper blowjob now. It took next to no time for him to urge his boss into full hardness, taking the length into his maw with considerably little effort, especially when compared to the oversized lengths he’d been cramming down there over the last few days.

While Jacob was heavily into it though, he soon began to realize that James was not. There was certainly one part of the tanuki that enjoyed the attention, and Jacob was doing everything he could to please that part. For the rest of it though, his boss remained…almost emotionless. The fox would occasionally pick up on a grunt or something in pleasure, but for the most part, James just stood there. There was no paw on the back of Jacob’s head, no encouraging words, and his hips barely thrust forward. As the tanuki reached his quick orgasm, Jacob couldn’t help but feel that James just wanted to get this over with so he could get back to work. He viewed it more as part of the job than as something to be enjoyed.

The fox blinked slowly as he swallowed the meager load his boss could put out, feeling the energy coursing through his veins, but not the usual excitement that accompanied it. Sure, he was happy sucking dick, but it wasn’t nearly as much fun if his partner wasn’t into it too. Even as the length softened and started spraying its acrid piss across Jacob’s tongue, he found his heart wasn’t really in it anymore, swallowing more because his body had to than anything. If this was what he had to do to keep a job…well, he supposed it wasn’t the worst thing in the world. Every fiber of his being wished he was with Verne though, knowing the wolf was probably the only fur in the world who would know just how he felt, and the only one who’d get as unabashedly filthy as Jacob. 

Without a word, James slowly pulled his cock back, finished urinating inside the fox. Jacob had gotten at least two of his needs attended to, and part of a third, as the tanuki’s crotch was at least reasonably musky. His boss turned around, silently lifting his tail, waiting for Jacob to get to work. The fox was at least able to put that aside for the moment though, moving his head back in and pressing his lips against James’ hole, sliding his tongue over it to collect everything he could get.

“No tongue,” James uttered, speaking for the first time in a few minutes.

‘No tongue?!’ Jacob thought, practically screaming internally. If there was a way to corporatize eating shit…this was it. This removed every ounce of fun from the process, turning it into purely a transaction between employer and employee. As the first log spilled out, Jacob mashed it between his fangs, wishing it were large enough to flood his jaws like Jorah’s. As it was, it barely filled half his muzzle, and the tanuki was already straining to push more out. 

‘Ugh. And he wants me to use only him during work hours. I can’t get fired though…’ Jacob thought to himself, going through the motions of chewing up his pitiful meal and swallowing it down. As the second log finally appeared, the fox greedily sucked it up. Once inside, it was like it unlocked a second voice in his mind. ‘Can’t you?’ it asked.

‘No, I can’t…’ Jacob thought to himself, mashing the waste against the roof of his mouth. ‘I need money.’

‘For what? What did you ever spend money on when you were with Verne?’

‘I…’ he started, but now couldn’t answer himself. The more he thought about it, the more he couldn’t remember ever spending a dime with the wolf, nor could he remember Verne paying for much either – the few times the wolf was paid for his services, he’d just throw it immediately getting more filth. He wasn’t even sure where the lupine would have kept money for any reasonable length of time. And besides, if he ever had to make some, the skills he’d learned with Verne would surely enable him to make some quick cash…

Jacob mashed up the third and final log of waste with renewed vigor. The sticky, squishy shit spread between his teeth as he ground it into a fine paste, easily swallowed down, but with a nice film left on the inside of his muzzle. After James stepped away, Jacob leaned back, swallowing two more times for good measure before standing back upright. His pants were soaked, though he hadn’t even realized he was hard, let alone that he came. He supposed his Rupees had progressed to the point where it even shut out his own pleasure if it could keep the focus on feeding.

“You good?” James asked gruffly, redoing his pants.

“Yeah. Thanks, that was great,” Jacob said happily.

“And I have your word - no more accosting random customers, no more coming in smelling like shit?” James asked.

“Nope,” Jacob said, his smile never wavering.

“What? You got shit in your ears or something? Did you hear what I said?” James spat.

“Uh…I probably do,” Jacob noted, reaching up and scratching the inside of his ear. His finger came back clean, but he still sucked on it anyway. “But I did hear you.”

“Then maybe you don’t understand. You don’t get to work here and still fuck everyone you want during work hours. We have standards, and I am your only outlet during your shifts, or whoever else the designated fur is at the time. Got it?” James growled.

“Got it,” Jacob nodded.

“So, if I catch you fucking another customer again…” James started, but Jacob cut him off this time.

“You won’t,” he said, reaching up and undoing his nametag. “Because I quit,” he stated, placing it firmly down on the tanuki’s desk.

“You can’t fucking quit, you haven’t given any notice. Who am I going to find to stock the shelves today?” James half-shouted.

“Sure I did - I just gave you notice. And that’s not really my problem. However, if you have any…other problems, you need me to take care of,” Jacob trailed off, glancing back down at the tanuki’s crotch and licking his lips, “then you have my number on file. Beyond that…good luck, and thanks for the meal,” he said with a wink, spinning on his heel and walking out.

“Get back here! I haven’t finished with you!” James continued, now fully shouting.

“Sure you did, I drank it, remember?” the fox quipped.

“You fucking slut!” The tanuki screamed.

Jacob simply held his paw above his head and gave his former boss a thumbs up. His widest smile yet crossed his lips. Clearly in frustration, the tanuki had grabbed the nearest sheet of paper on his desk and crumpled it into a ball. After squeezing it in anger for a moment, Jacob saw his former boss try to throw it into the recycling bin beside the desk, but he quickly thought better of it. Unable to believe what he was seeing, he watched as the tanuki brought the sheet up and took a bite out of it, grumbling as his saliva moistened the paper. Before James could realize that he was now afflicted with the same disease he berated Jacob for having, the fox took off, not wanting to endure the tirade he’d get for giving the tanuki Rupees. As he left, he remembered the first time he left James’ office in panic, frantically telling his boss he thought he had Rupees and rushing to the doctor. Back then, Jacob thought his life was over. Now, he realized it was just beginning.

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‘Heading home, think today’s move out day,’ Jacob hastily typed, sending the message to his family group chat. 

As he climbed back into his car, his phone buzzed. ‘Already? I know we talked about it, but didn’t think you were ready,’ his dad sent back.

‘I am,’ the fox quickly replied before setting his phone aside, knowing he could check whatever else his father or brother said once he was home. The drive didn’t take long, and leaving in the middle of the day meant he avoided most of the heavy traffic. He knew neither of the other canines would be home, but it would give him a bit of time to digest his rather hasty decision.

As he walked back inside, he quickly stripped off, as if the clothes were burning him and he had to get naked as fast as possible. For a while, he paced around the house, smiling at all the memories he had here. While some were from when he was growing up, they were increasingly replaced with those more recent ones - it was hard to find somewhere he hadn’t either sucked off Levi, Seth, or both at this point. 

Catching sight of the clock, Jacob let out a sharp groan - it was still only eleven in the morning. He sighed in frustration, knowing Seth didn’t usually get home until at least four, and his father a bit later than that, and he couldn’t leave without at the very least saying goodbye. He grabbed his phone and sat down on the sofa, putting his footpaws up on the coffee table and kicking back, intent on distracting himself while the time passed. A few more messages had appeared, giving him an immediate focus.

‘You gonna go with that Verne dude?’ Seth asked.

‘I bet he is. Never seen Jacob so happy as he was when he met him,’ Levi had answered.

‘What are you two, anyway? Boyfriends?’ Seth asked.

‘Yeah, I’m curious too,’ Levi replied.

The conversation had stopped there - clearly waiting on Jacob to weigh into the conversation.

‘Nah, it’s just nice having someone else who knows what it’s like having all this. The constant fucking is just a bonus,’ Jacob answered with a smirk.

A few minutes later, his phone buzzed again. ‘How big a bonus? Bigger than what you’ve got at home?’ Seth had written.

Of course his brother would be the one to bring it back to dick size. Neither Seth nor Levi were small by any means - certainly much larger than Jacob - but Verne had expanded Jacob’s horizons and his holes in every way possible, and he’d been exposed to much larger.

‘Nope, you’re bigger,’ Jacob wrote, waiting for his brother to take the bait.

‘Ha! Knew it!’ Seth shot back almost immediately, clearly waiting for the answer.

‘But he knows guys who’d put you to shame. We’ve had some like as big as you and dad combined,’ Jacob answered.

‘Fucking hell. Are you okay?’ Levi asked.

Jacob smiled. It could never be said how much he appreciated his father - here he was chatting with them about the biggest dicks he’s taken, and his dad’s only worry was whether or not he got hurt doing it. ‘Oh yeah. Rupees like…makes you adjust to it real quick so it can get its fix,’ Jacob answered.

‘Alright, slut, I trust you,’ Levi answered.

The fox couldn’t help but smile again. Both he and his brother had become his dad’s little sluts, and while Seth still pushed back against the nickname, Jacob embraced it openly. Not seeing a need for a reply, the fox reclined further on the couch, closing his eyes. As usual, sleep was difficult, especially after getting his fixes from James so recently. He’d become a bit more trained though, and with careful effort, managed to relax his body enough to crash. It wouldn’t be for long, but he hoped it would at least pass the time until Seth got home.

A couple hours later, his eyes fluttered open, and he groaned. His phone read 2:17 - still a while to go. His stomach rumbled as soon as consciousness fully returned. Determined to find something, Jacob wandered off to the upstairs bathroom and snatched the special container they’d kept up there. A little while after Jacob’s diagnosis, his father had brought up the idea of an ‘emergency stash’ that he and Seth could keep stocked. While the fox obviously preferred his fixes fresh, any time he wasn’t around, both Seth and Levi would void their bladder or bowels into the large plastic box, sealed tight to prevent the smell from bothering the other two too much. Any used toilet paper also went inside. 

As it had been a couple days since Jacob resorted to the emergency stash, there were a couple loads inside. He chugged the shit-tainted piss that had pooled at the bottom of the container, not caring in the slightest how cold it was. Both paws tilted it up over his head, draining every last drop he could get from it. Some soggy pieces of toilet paper clumped into his jaws as well, but those were quickly gulped down along with the old waste.

The stale logs of shit were left in the box, leaving Jacob a more solid meal to chow down on. It required quite a bit more chewing than usual, having to fight against the firm outer crust before he could break into the rancid centers, but the fox was up to the challenge. Each one of the logs went the way of every bit of shit Jacob crossed these days - mashed up into nothing, then straight into his stomach. With a satisfied belch, he put the box back in place, waiting to be used again later. Before he headed out of the bathroom, he smirked and squatted down, wiping his cum off the nearby cabinets and sucking it off his fingers.

Left without much to do, the vulpine returned to the couch and flipped on the TV, putting on whatever he could find. Time ticked by slowly as the mindless pictures danced across the screen. Jacob almost managed to fall back asleep out of pure boredom, but just before he did, the sound of the door opening woke him from his reverie. 

“Sup bro,” Seth shot, rounding the corner into the living room and seeing the naked vulpine laying out in all his glory.

“Not much, just been chillin’ here,” Jacob replied. “How was work?”

“Eh, not bad. Same as usual, but doesn’t matter. You’re moving out?” Seth answered, quickly diverting the conversation toward the relevant topic.

“Think so, yeah. Quit my job earlier today,” Jacob nodded.

“Damn. Didn’t think you were that eager to get out of here,” the fox-wolf hybrid joked.

“Nah, I’m not, you know I love you guys. I’ll still come and visit,” Jacob assured him. 

“You’d better. You’re a hell of a lot better at blowjobs since that wolf started teaching you, I’m not giving that up,” Seth quipped.

“And you won’t have to,” Jacob smiled. “Seriously though, I’ll miss you guys.”

“You know, you don’t have to go…” Seth offered, moving to sit next to Jacob on the couch. The fox shifted a bit, making room for his brother.

“I think I do. I mean, I know you know a bit about what it’s like with one, but all the Rupees…fuck, man, you just can’t get away from it. You’ve gotta be constantly treating it, and I just…I can’t do it here. I’ve gotta be closer to it all,” Jacob said, his expression softening in sympathy, knowing Seth did want him to stay.

“I know…I get it, dude. I can’t complain at all next to what you have to go through. You, uh…you been in the emergency stuff again?” He asked, sniffing a couple times.

“Yeah, got home a few hours ago and I was starving. Thanks, by the way,” Jacob nodded.

“No prob. Think dad put most of it in there,” Seth noted.

“Yeah, he did,” the fox confirmed.

“What, you can tell our shit apart by taste now?” the hybrid said with a small chuckle.

“Yeah. And size. Dad’s is a bit thicker, but yours is usually more slimy. Think it’s all that protein stuff you drink before you go to the gym,” Jacob explained.

“I…suppose it is,” Seth replied, unsure what to say in response to that. Thankfully, he wasn’t forced to come up with anything. After a moment of awkward silence, the door opened once more, and Levi soon joined his sons in the living room.

“Hey, was hoping you’d both be here,” he greeted them, quickly taking a spot on the couch on Jacob’s other side.

“Hey Dad,” Jacob greeted, leaning toward the side and wrapping the wolf in a one-armed hug, which was quickly returned.

“So, moving day. Think it’s a bit sudden though, don’t you?” Levi asked.

“It is, but…I dunno, Dad, just something snapped in me earlier today. I don’t think I can keep going away from Paradise. Work is basically torture without constant fixes, and while you guys are great…I don’t think you can keep up with my needs alone…” He said weakly, truly appreciative of what they’d done for him, and not wanting to offend in any way.

“I get it. I remember just how needy your mother got, and…I knew we’d get to this point eventually. I’m just glad you’ve found a seemingly healthy way to deal with it,” Levi offered a warm smile, doing his best to comfort his son. There were a lot of feelings going through him at the moment, not the least of which was not wanting Jacob to leave. He knew his sons wouldn’t live with him forever though, and though unexpected, Jacob was an adult, and could leave if he truly wanted.

“Thanks, Dad…” Jacob said softly, leaning his head onto the wolf’s shoulder. “Seriously, thank you both, for all you’ve done for me. Hasn’t been an easy few weeks, but…I think we’ll all make it through it. And I’ll only be like twenty minutes away, I can come visit whenever.”

“You’d better. I’ll miss having you around the house,” Levi noted.

“And I’ll miss you both,” Jacob assured him, reaching over and pulling Seth into the side-armed hugs.

“You, uh…you need anything, before you go?” The wolf asked.

Jacob paused for just a moment. He’d be lying if he said every nasty thought didn’t go through his head, but for now, he put them to the side. There’d be plenty of time for that later - for now, he just wanted to hug two of his favorite men in the world. “No, I’m all set,” he said confidently.

“Alright,” Levi said warmly, reaffirming his squeeze on the fox.

The trio stayed like that for a few moments, not saying anything else. Jacob just smiled, closing his eyes and realizing just how close they’d become as a family. He hadn’t really expected Rupees to have that effect, but it certainly wasn’t one he was complaining about. After a while, he finally dropped his paws, sighing and pushing himself up off the couch.

“Well…I suppose I should take off. I’m gonna walk, and don’t want it to get too dark on the way,” Jacob said slowly.

“Okay…” Levi said, rising as well, and pulling Jacob into a much firmer hug. “We’re always here - let us know if you need anything at all.”

“Yeah, we got your back,” Seth confirmed, stepping in and sandwiching Jacob in the middle, wrapping his arms around both the fox and his father.

“I love you guys,” Jacob said weakly, feeling his torso rather crushed by the two strong males holding him in place.

“Love you too, bro,” Seth replied.

“I love you both, very much,” Levi answered.

After another long minute, they finally dropped their hugs once more.

“I…suppose I’m out then. I’ll stop by in a couple weeks just to let you guys know I’m okay,” Jacob assured them.

“Be safe,” Levi said, a small tear falling from his eye.

“And don’t forget pants. You’re not in Paradise yet,” Seth remarked.

“Right,” Jacob said, dashing to where he’d left his trousers earlier and hastily throwing them back on. The other canines followed him toward the entrance, watching as the fox took another step toward the door.

“See you later, then,” he said, offering one more smile back toward the other two.

“Have fun, dude,” Seth said with a small wave.

“Bye, my little slut,” Levi offered, as affectionately as he could.

Jacob chuckled softly before he reached for the doorknob and twisted it, turning away from his family and stepping outside into the cool evening air. It was a long walk, but seeing as he’d have nowhere to even keep his car keys if he drove, it was more pain than it was worth to try to bring it with him. That applied to almost any of his possessions - there was no need for anything but his body with what his life would become. Even his pants would likely be eaten before the night was through.

A painful three hours later, Jacob arrived at Verne’s dumpster. Having no idea what he would find when he got there, he walked up to the edge and peeked inside, pleased to find that the wolf was still sleeping atop the mound of garbage. The fox took his pants off, tossing them inside before climbing in after them, landing with a splat in a particularly wet pile of refuse. 

He sat for a moment, letting out a happy sigh. Any doubts he had were instantly washed out of his mind, knowing this was his true place in life. He submerged one of his paws in the slop, pulling back a mess of something he couldn’t even identify - some kind of black, mushy solid with some strange combination of fluids coating it. It didn’t matter though - he simply opened up and shoved it in his maw whole, bulging out his cheeks to make it fit. Making short work of it, he moved over toward the wolf sleeping on his side.

Jacob shuffled around behind Verne, lifting the black and purple wolf’s tail with one paw and moving toward the gaping hole with the one he’d used to gather the mysterious trash. Rather effortlessly, he slipped a few fingers inside, quickly upping it to four, and finally his whole fist passing the wolf’s sphincter. As he casually slid his arm in and out, a twisted idea struck him. Reaching back beneath the layer of garbage where he found his snack, he pulled another pawful of the same mush out. Instead of eating it directly this time, he shoved it straight inside the wolf’s tailhole, packing it as full as he could. A few pawfuls of trash were stuffed inside, and Jacob knew he’d feel it against his cock and then rushing down his throat a little later. It wasn’t until the fox was sure he’d shoved at least a few pounds of trash into the wolf’s ass that Verne finally woke up.

“Sup?” He asked sleepily, wide yawn showing off his brown teeth, not even acknowledging the massive intrusion in his ass. 

“Just hungry,” Jacob shrugged, pulling his paw back with a mixture of feces and trash coating it. Unceremoniously, he slapped it against his muzzle, sending small flecks of shit over his cheeks as he took in the combined wastes. As he chewed, he wiped the rest across his nostrils, practically snorting it down. Once his maw was cleared again, he belched loudly, sending brown spit flying across Verne’s prone body.

“Nice,” the wolf said softly, letting out another yawn. “What time is it?”

“Uh…I think seven. You remember what we talked about yesterday though?” Jacob asked.

“Yeah, you moving out to Paradise sometime. Why, you change your mind about staying in normie town?” Verne asked.

“Yep. Quit my job this morning,” Jacob said happily.

“Oh fuck yeah,” Verne practically shouted, scrambling up and kneeling next to Jacob, pulling him into a tight hug. “Okay, we’ve got to celebrate. We’re going to get you so fucked up, and I’m going to get so much shit in you you’ll explode,” he said happily.

“You promise?” Jacob said with a smirk, wrapping his paws around behind the wolf in return.

“Hell yeah,” Verne answered, releasing the fox and looking over at him. “I’m gonna get everyone with Rupees I know and head down to the club Jorah works at. They’ve got private rooms open 24/7, and we are going to absolutely destroy one of them.”

“Sounds amazing. What’re we gonna do when we’re there?” Jacob asked with a wide grin, just wanting to hear more of the details.

“Well, for starters, we’ll fuck you until you pass out,” Verne replied with a grin of his own. “Could be days, or if your Rupees kicks in enough, maybe even a couple weeks. Then, even while you’re unconscious, we’ll keep going as long as we’ve got the guys to fill you up, or they kick us out. They’ve had some orgies last two months there before though, so we’ll be fine. They’ve got every kind of kink gear you could want too - bondage equipment, massive dildos, rim seats, shock devices - everything. Fuck, this is going to be amazing. I haven’t started a mega orgy in a couple years, I bet we can get half of Paradise in on this.”

“What’re we waiting for then?” Jacob asked rhetorically, already climbing back out of the dumpster, with the wolf hot on his heels. 

As fantastic and over-the-top as everything Verne described was, the wolf was remarkably true to his word. Once he told Jorah what was happening and cleared the room’s usage, the news of Jacob’s arrival started to spread. Furs from across the city wanted to see the new slut in town, as someone with all five forms of Rupees was a rare sight indeed. Some showed up purely just in disbelief another like Verne existed. Less than an hour after they’d started, at least thirty guys were in the room with them, and Jacob had been tied down on one of the soiled mattresses. A nameless hippo shat down his throat while Jorah was railing his ass as hard as he could. Nearby, Verne had generously pitched in to help handle the crowd. The wolf was currently being spitroasted by two horses who looked so similar they could be brothers, and neither one seemed to be doing it gently. Jacob could see Verne’s throat and stomach bulging out with each thrust out of the corner of his eye, smirking as he realized the same was probably happening with him.

Six days in, Jacob passed out for the first time. And as Verne promised, it didn’t slow things down in the slightest. Almost a day later, the fox woke up with a massive pile of waste surrounding his head, which he was currently being forced into again and again by the lion abusing his ass. Guys had come and gone, but with the room being advertised all across Paradise as open for use for anything filthy at all, it naturally attracted a crowd, and enough of one to keep Verne busy too. 

Their first moment of downtime came ten days into Jacob’s welcome party, giving the fox a chance to relax. The odd thing though, was even after such a long, sustained period of use - he didn’t want it. Rupees had kept him alert, focused, and ready for more. His stomach stayed distended with how much waste he’d forced down it and kept forcing down. Every bit of shit either he or Verne had eaten over the last few days remained inside them, endlessly cycling from Jacob’s bowels to Verne’s maw and vice versa. 

As the wolf too was not interested in relaxing, he chose to use the time until the next guy arrived to lay atop the fox. Jacob had been shifted a few times, but he was currently tied onto his back, unable to get up even if he wanted. Verne eagerly wrapped his muzzle around Jacob’s cock and unceremoniously shoved his own into the vulpine’s throat. Not needing any further invitation, Jacob began to suck, adding to the countless loads he’d guzzled down since his installation in the room.

Jacob couldn’t have been happier as he worked over the wolf who’d introduced him to the wonders of this life. Rupees could have easily ruined him, but Verne stopped that from happening. Now, Jacob was happier than he’d ever been, and he had someone to share in the utmost filth and debauchery with. He thought of himself as the luckiest fox on Earth, laying here on a completely destroyed mattress and living on whatever he could get from other guys. As Verne clenched up momentarily and started shooting his load down Jacob’s throat, the vulpine relaxed and allowed it to flood straight into his gut. If this was all just the opening course, he couldn’t wait to see just what he and Verne would get up to in the future. That was then, though - he had the rest of his life for that. For now, he still had a dick in his maw, and the dominating voice in his brain was telling him to milk it for everything it had. Rupees had won, fully converting him, but Jacob had found a way to make sure that he was victorious too.

