Lukan could not help but let out a long, exasperated sigh as he shut the door to his apartment behind him. The raccoon had just endured the longest, most arduous day at work thus far in his life. How he desperately hoped and wished that record would never be broken for the rest of his life. Placing his jacket onto the hooks by the door, he looked across the living room towards his modest computer setup. Nothing like a good gaming session to fix the day, he thought. Not that he had that much time left in the day to do so; his long shift just dragged on and on and on. Without breaking his line of sight, he urged his aching paws to take step after step towards his computer--
	“Oh you’re finally home! I thought you might have taken the long way home just to avoid everyone!” That was the voice of Lukan’s polar opposite, yet his other half, Klaus the otter. Lukan was socially averted to others, preferring to keep to himself. How he let himself end up within the paws of an overly extraverted otter was beyond him.
	“No…” Lukan replied quietly. “Just another long and bad day at work…”
	Before Lukan could take another step, the otter spoke again. “Aww I’m sorry hun. Do you want me to help you take out your frustrations?” And whenever he asked that question or something of the sort, Lukan knew that Klaus was feeling horny and needy. Lukan always enjoyed getting sexual with his otter boyfriend, but he never felt like he was any good at it. That and he felt that if he tried too hard, he might do something wrong… But that wasn’t the issue today.
	Lukan sighed heavily again. “I mean… I don’t know, Klaus. I just got home, I am so tired… I don’t think I can do anything right now.”
	Klaus’ face looked only slightly disappointed. That made Lukan feel a twinge of guilt. “It’s okay Lukan. You can just sit down and let me do the work. I mean… it’s not like I don’t do that a lot already, right?” That last statement. There was something different about the way he said that that caught Lukan’s attention. He was not sure of how to ask Klaus about it however.
	Yet another sigh escaped Lukan. He was reluctant, only because he was really looking forward to complete relaxation. But he found it hard to say no to Klaus. Or anyone for that matter. So instead of striding towards his desk, Lukan turned towards the sofa that sat in between him and the desk behind it. The raccoon knew exactly what the otter was about to do. It was not the first time and it won’t be the last. Nevertheless, Lukan followed the protocol that came to his head whenever Klaus began. Lukan sat on the sofa, placing his back along the armrest before looking up at Klaus, who followed suit by hopping onto the other end where Lukan’s legs were. 
	No words were exchanged between the two of them. Klaus already knew that there wasn’t much for the raccoon to say, and regardless, Lukan knew what Klaus would say anyways. With a small smirking smile on his face, Klaus looked down at the raccoon’s pants, slowly undoing them. Lukan breathed heavily as he felt his stomach able to expand more freely from the release of the tight button and zipper. When the zipper went down, Lukan couldn’t help but feel the tightness in his loins immediately be replaced by the growing bulge in his deep sapphire blue boxer briefs. The anticipation was what was getting to him at that moment. Not that that was needed with an eager muzzle like the otter’s.
	Klaus chuckled. “Looks like you really do need it, don’t you hun?” His emerald green eyes were shining with eagerness. 
	Lukan felt his face flushing as he looked away to the side. “Ah sh-shuddup.”
“Hehe. Well I know the perfect thing that will shut me right up,” Klaus cooed as the otter then began to pull on the raccoon’s pants downwards, soon fully exposing the raccoon’s underwear and the still growing bulge within. At this point, Lukan knew Klaus was likely going to do one of two things. And not to his shock, Klaus opted for one of them. Klaus lowered his head quickly before burning his short muzzle right into the raccoon’s crotch. Lukan blushed a little more from the feeling of cool air rushing from his crotch into the otter’s nose, telling the raccoon that the otter was vigorously sniffing right where what made Lukan a male raccoon. “Oooh! I can tell you had a long day alright!” Klaus teased from down below. The vibrations of his voice sent a light wave of pleasure through Lukan’s body.
“Sh-shuddup!” Lukan repeated louder this time, the cheeks under his mask turning bright red.
“Give me a moment. I want to savor the smell of my boyfriend real quick,” Klaus continued to tease.
Lukan could almost burst from embarrassment. This was not the first time Klaus did this either, but this was something the raccoon could never get used to! “A-and how many times have I caught you sniffing my underwear when it’s laundry day?! I-I don’t think you need to ‘savor’ anything!”
Klaus chuckled again casually. “Not ever going to be enough times if you ask me.” The otter took another long and hard sniff right in between Lukan’s legs. “Alright, let’s see if the taste is the same!” And before Lukan could even think of a flustered response, the otter swiftly grabbed the banding on Lukan’s underwear and pulled them down. Or rather, yanked them, much faster than the pants before them. Lukan felt his hard member flop from the underwear, hitting him in the stomach with a silent plop. Klaus had seen his modestly sized pink tapered member more times than the raccoon could count. It was only now that he was starting to not get as embarrassed about it…
Klaus did not waste any time. First, the otter rubbed the shaft up against his nose, giving it a few hearty sniffs. The placement of which allowed him to simply let his tongue free of his muzzle, and before Lukan knew it, the otter was giving Lukan’s shaft long, thorough licks from base to tip, all around it. The otter was evidently feeling extra playful that day, for Lukan felt the otter’s nose travel lower still to the raccoon’s sack, and the raccoon felt the same sniffing sensations as before. Then the tongue hit, sending a shiver through Lukan’s entire body. That tongue, travelling from just above Lukan’s hole, all the way up to the tip of the shaft, was an electric feeling for the procyonid. Klaus never tells him when he was going to do that, and the surprise of which was where the pleasure came from. With a swift movement, Klaus wrapped his tongue a part of the way around Lukan’s shaft before closing his lips around it, pushing his head all the way down until his nose hit Lukan’s crotch fur. Klaus was vigorously sniffing at the fur while licking all around. Lukan couldn’t help it. Lukan let out a small moan of pleasure. Klaus opened an eye to look at him. Oh no. He noticed. Klaus did not do anything about that right away. Instead he started the routine of bobbing his head up and down Lukan’s raccoonhood. As per usual, Lukan felt his breathing get instinctively heavier as the feelings of pleasure reverberated through his body with every rhythmic movement that Klaus made.
But what Klaus did next was what made Lukan pause for a second or two. While Klaus’ head was still planted firmly on Lukan, Klaus grabbed one of Lukan’s hands and placed it over the top of Klaus’ head. Lukan knew what Klaus was wanting Lukan to do, but Lukan’s overly shy and cautious nature kept him from doing so right away. While Klaus slurped away below him, Lukan kept his hand planted there as he merely pushed him up and down rather softly. Lukan gasped when he felt the otter’s hand move again, this time, it went underneath Lukan and up against his hindquarters. Klaus was pushing up on them as he sucked as Lukan pushed on him. Lukan wondered if there was a chance that this could go too far… How good was Klaus’ gag reflex really? What is he pushing too hard…? What if--
Lukan’s thoughts were interrupted by Klaus using his free hand to grab the top of Lukan’s- the one on his own head- and pushed down, forcing Klaus to take Lukan right into the throat again. Nothing happened but a strong ripple of pleasure from Lukan. Even with that reassurance, Lukan knew it just wasn’t like him to take the hint. Lukan knew he had no dominant bone in his entire body. He was destined to never do such an act, even if someone were to shove a dominant bone into him. 
Klaus continued to try and coax Lukan for a few more minutes before returning to routine, moving his head up and down faster and faster. When at the tip, Klaus tongued the hole at the tip, and when at the base, Klaus inhaled the raccoon’s scent deeply. This went on for several moments. And with each minute that passed, Lukan felt closer and closer. It was when Lukan’s breathing got heavier and heavier and when Lukan’s legs began to close around Klaus’ head that the otter knew that his boyfriend was getting close. So when Lukan involuntarily displayed those signs to the otter, the otter went down as hard as he could. Ever the shy type, even when Lukan reached his climax, he was determined to keep his moans and gasps as quiet as he could. His member betrayed him, however, for it let out shot after shot of thick raccoon cum into the waiting muzzle of his otter boyfriend once again. Klaus moaned softly in happiness as his cheeks puffed out from the size of the load, only allowing himself to swallow when Lukan was done. Lukan was too busy attempting to catch his breath from how intense the orgasm was to notice the otter swallowing and slowly pulling off the raccoon. The raccoon, feeling more tired than ever, was left with his slick, throbbing, and freshly used member.
“Delicious as always hun. Though I really wish you could be a little more rough with me. I appreciate when you could take out your frustrations on me! It’s why I am here, ya know?” Klaus said exactly what Lukan knew what he was going to say.
“I-I know hun… I’m sorry. It’s just really hard for me,” Lukan replied through his panting.
“It’s not a huge deal to me! I just dream of the day of having cock crammed in and out of my mouth. And one that tastes exactly like my boyfriend at the same time is all! Forcing me to taste it. Forcing me to smell his crotch…” Klaus teased.
Lukan flushed again. “Y-you really like my taste and smell don’t you…?”
“Why wouldn’t I? Why do you think I look forward to laundry day all the time, you silly creature?” 
“S-stoooop! And anyway, if you want me to try to be more dominant, i-if I may ask you to try and top me more as a deal,” Lukan mumbled. Lukan was a switch. He liked to bottom just as much as he liked to top. Klaus, however, was mostly a bottom. A powerbottom at that, that much was clear to Lukan. The days that Klaus decided to top Lukan were not as common as Lukan would like. 
“Hmmm sounds like a tough deal. I will have to think about it,” Klaus replied. “Right. So what’s it you want for dinner, sweetie?”

A few days have passed since the aftermath of the excruciatingly long day at work that Lukan had. It was his weekend now, and Lukan was awake far too early in the morning for his comfort. Lukan rubbed his eyes as the sunlight attempted to make him feel even worse. It was at that moment that Klaus burst into the room, wearing only his emerald green underwear.
“S-sorry Klaus… no morning wood for you this morning,” Lukan struggled to say. It was an impulse of his to do so, as the otter often barged into the room, hoping to find Lukan in a state of erection while struggling to awake. It was the otter’s favorite time to strike, after all.
“That’s okay!” Klaus replied brightly. “I need you to save your cum for a little later anyway!”
Lukan’s ears twitched. “Oh no… what have you planned now?”
	Klaus smirked at the raccoon mischievously. “Oh nothing. Just a little something that would help solve both our problems.”
Lukan tilted his head. “Oh? What do you mean by that?” 
“Yoooouuu’ll see,” Klaus replied cryptically. Oh no. Whenever Klaus spoke like that, that meant he was going to do something. That something was a crapshoot of whether Lukan would like it or not. And that track record was an impeccable 50/50. “Just be ready when you hear a knock at the door!”
And that right there, Lukan knew Klaus gave him too much information. “You invited someone over for a fuck, didn’t you?” This didn’t bother Lukan a lot. Considering they both had urges and needs that the other cannot fulfill, they decided from the start to keep their relationship open to help keep those itches scratched. Most of the time Lukan bottoms, it was from someone else doing the topping. And same went for Klaus’ need for a more dominant penis. “Why are you being secretive about it though? You’ve done this dozens of times!”
“Well let’s just say that I have a friend that can give us both what we want the most at the same time, is what I’m saying!” Klaus responded. And that did not give Lukan too much information.
“Um… okay…? Not sure what would be special about this guy, but if you say so, Klaus,” Lukan frowned skeptically. Lukan wouldn’t be this unsure if Klaus wasn’t being too difficult to decipher. But then again, Klaus knew that Lukan was going to be unsure no matter what. Was that the reason…?
“Weeeellll let’s just say that if you think I’m the most hypersexual creature you’ve ever met, then let me say this guy makes me look like a Mormon in comparison!” Klaus exclaimed. 
“Is that even possible?” Now Lukan was even more skeptical. 
“You’re so mean! Of course it is!”
Lukan let out a disbelieving laugh. “Oh now I HAVE to meet this guy…”
There was a vibrating sound coming from next to Klaus. It was his phone. Klaus looked a little surprised as he picked it up. A few seconds of him poking at the device later, and his face lit up in incredulity. “C-case in point! H-he’s already here?! I told him not to come until the afternoon! Looks like you’re about to get your wish then!” Klaus set down the phone and began to walk from the bedroom. 
“W-wait! I haven’t even gotten a chance to freshen up yet! You can’t spring this on me that quickly!” Lukan protested.
“When was your last shower then?” Klaus replied, sounding almost insincere.
“Yesterday morning…”
	“You’ll be fine then! You know how much I love your scent! And my friend will too! Trust me!”
“Klaus, you’re ridiculous…” Lukan was half frustrated as he watched the otter walking away. More than anything else, Lukan was frustrated at the suddenness of what was transpiring. Lukan hated being unprepared for things. Everything needed to be at least a little planned out! Lukan tried to look out the bedroom to catch a glimpse of the front door, since it was partially visible from the bedroom door. He saw the peanut butter colored boyfriend of his, wearing just underwear like he was, at the door to open it. He saw the door swing open and then heard the voice of his boyfriend and whoever was standing behind it. He could not discern exactly what they were saying however. Lukan couldn’t fully see who was standing in front of Klaus. But he was tall and had black and white fur. A cat? A dog? A-- Then the scent hit him. It was a skunk! Contrary to what would be assumed, skunks didn’t smell like the spray they could emit, but their musk was just naturally stronger than other creatures, this much Lukan knew. Lukan had no time to dwell on that however as he watched the visitor almost immediately grab Klaus’ crotch with his a white handpaw.
“Whoa, whoa, you really are ready to go!” Lukan heard Klaus say. “But we need to save that energy for that boyfriend of mine. He didn’t believe me when I said you were even hornier than I am!”
“Hahaha. No one outsexes me! I promise everyone that!” came the voice of the skunk. His voice was somewhat flamboyant. Several steps closer to the stereotypical gay voice than his own or Klaus’, yet still not nearly a perfect fit. 
“Well feel free to get as clothed as we are! Hehe--” and then he saw Klaus whisper something into the skunk’s ear. Lukan saw the skunk look towards the bedroom with a massive smirk on his black and white face. Without breaking his eye contact, the skunk began to undress with a certain grace and efficiency that Lukan had never seen before. There was no struggle to get the shirt or pants off at all, almost like the skunk had done so millions of times. And from here, Lukan saw his body. His white markings were splotchy as if in the shape of clouds in the sky. His stomach was half black, half white. He had one white hand on the right, and one left leg, just as much so. The white leg had a silver anklet attached to it. His thick tail had the same cloud-like white stripes all up and down it on both sides. His underwear was what really caught his attention however. They were an electric yellow. Such a bright and distracting color almost clashed too much with the monochromatic fur. But Lukan could already guess that this was because it WAS so eye catching. If someone as hypersexual as this skunk allegedly was, he would WANT eyes to go downstairs. Not even Klaus would do something like that! 
“Hello Lukan, was it? Klaus has told me a lot about you!” the skunk spoke once he was close enough to the room. Lukan almost recoiled backwards. He wasn’t paying attention to how close the creature was to Lukan at that point and it was now quite evident his ability to hide for him had expired due to such short distances. “My name is Cumulus. I assume you know that Klaus and I hook up a lot right? Like a lot a lot. I’m kind of surprised it took him so long to take me home to meet you!”
“U-uhmmm…” Lukan was at a loss for words. He had no idea what to say or how to respond. Thankfully, the otter stepped in.
“As much as I would have liked to,” Klaus started, “I knew that you would overwhelm him with the way you are.”
“Oh come on! You know me better than that! I’ll go as soft or as hard as you want me to! You know the act of sex is all that matters to me. It doesn't matter what role you want me to fill, I will fill it. Or you will fill me, whatever,” Cumulus rebutted with complete and utter confidence. So much more confidence than Lukan had ever seen from any creature. 
Klaus brushed past the skunk and into the bedroom with Lukan. “Fun fact about this one. Apparently he’s had sex at least once every day in his life. But I personally don’t believe that guff,” Klaus whispered to Lukan. Could have fooled Lukan. This skunk really did seem like the real deal on the surface at least.
“Soooo… uhhh….” Lukan stammered. “H-how exactly is he going to solve both our problems…?”
“Oh it’s simple, you silly ringbutt. All I need is a little consent from you. That ringbutt. Will you allow me to do it as hard as you wished someone would?” Cumulus asked, completely unabashed and up front. Lukan could never speak with such fervor. 
“Oh, I uh… umm…” Lukan flushed immediately looking between the two of them. They both looked at him with faces filled with immense mischief and lust in their green and yellow eyes respectively. “I uh… I mean… I thought I said I wanted Klaus to- to be the one that fucks me m-more though…?” The amount of uncertainty in his voice told all. Did he want this skunk to fuck him? He wasn’t sure. Especially since they had just met two minutes ago. Lukan wasn’t above or against the idea of such spontaneity, but he knew he performed his absolute worst when caught off guard as such.  
Klaus chuckled in amusement. “Same old Lukan as ever eh? Tell you what, I’ll do you one after Cumulus, how about that? No need for lube for me after all!”
“K-Klaus!?” Lukan exclaimed, somehow blushing even harder.
“Think he can handle the two of us at once?” Cumulus snickered. Okay. Too far. Lukan couldn’t take it. The raccoon immediately looked away with a heavy gasp. Damn those two! 
	“Hahaha maybe not yet. We’ll help make sure he can though. In the meantime, my tail will always be raised for you again, you silly sexy skonk!” Klaus added.
“Heh. Our pleasure. So Lukan, I am still waiting… for you to give me the go ahead. Say the word, and the undies come riiiight off,” Cumulus said in quite possibly the most seductive voice Lukan had ever heard.
“I uh…. Um…” What the literal fuck should Lukan say here?!
“Heh. Indecisive, ain’t he?” Cumulus clearly knew the answer, yet brought up the question also knowing full well how Lukan may respond.
“Oh for sure. But I’ll tell you what. When Lukan gets like this, I know that for one hundred percent that he wants it. I mean… just look at his bulge. He wants it for sure!” Klaus pointed downwards. It was at this moment that Lukan had realized that he was rocking the biggest boner of his life inside his underwear. God fucking damn them both! Lukan was already half cursing this moment for the rest of his life!
“I want to see how he gets when we take turns riding that cutie’s dick over and over,” Cumulus replied. 
“F-for fuck’s sake!” Lukan gasped. “Alright! U-uh… I-if it gets you t-to stop being… this… I-!” 
For a moment, Cumulus looked a little concerned. “Hey I mean, I don’t want to pressure you TOO much; I won’t do anything until you say yes, yourself, much as I’d like to take Klaus’ word for it.”
“We… might be waiting a while then,” Klaus replied.
“Klaus, you’re so mean!” Lukan cried. “F-fine a-alright… Let’s do this then!” Lukan conceded in defeat. And before he could even wait for either of them to ask the inevitably predictable question of whether he is sure or not, he himself, completely voluntarily, grabbed his own underwear, and pulled them down. It was clumsy. It was graceless. It took more than a couple of seconds. But he did it anyway in sheer defiance of the two creatures standing before him. 
“I… have never seen him do that before,” Klaus replied in shock, eyes wide, staring at the raccoon’s underwear on the floor. “Holy shit, you’re magic!” he added, facing the skunk.
Lukan’s tail swished from side to side in agitation. “Shuddup! Let’s fuck already!”
“Now I really dunno what to do,” Klaus breathed, utterly incredulous. “I’ve never seen him like this!”
“But I have seen a lot of them like this myself. So no need to worry,” Cumulus winked to the otter. And without another word, the skunk, contrary to the way Lukan did it, gracefully pulled down his underwear at last, revealing his half masted tapered member. It looked a lot like Klaus’ as well as his own. But perhaps slightly bigger? Lukan couldn’t tell with the slightly dim lighting. Lukan blushed again when he realized that skunk hadn’t stood straight up again right away. The skunk had picked up the raccoon’s discarded underwear for a moment to give them a brief sniffing. “Mmm… you’re right Klaus, he does smell nice! Mind if I take these home with me?”
“Wh-what?!” Lukan exclaimed.
“Kidding!” Cumulus laughed, dropping the article of clothing back onto the ground, as Klaus followed suit with his own pair. “Now…” Swiftly moving himself into his desired position, Lukan found that the skunk had positioned himself behind the raccoon and immediately found the skunk was already pressing against Lukan undertail with the tip of that skunk member. And before he could say anything else, he felt the cold, wet feeling of lubricant being smothered across the area. How? Where? Was this another testament to this skunk’s experience? Wh--
“F-fuck!” Lukan blurted out, being forced completely out of his ever wandering mind as the skunk pushed himself past Lukan’s defences and right into his exit. He felt himself opening up to the skunk as his hole tried to resist with its simple natural closing around the skunk’s relatively thick shaft. But to no avail, as the skunk seemed to effortlessly push forward, further and further in, causing Lukan to gasp and moan out in surprise. Evidently, there were no words needed for the skunk to know how Lukan may or may not have felt. Again, was he just THIS experienced? H-
“Mmm…” Lukan was just about to retreat into his mind again until he heard Klaus humming on his raccoonhood again. While the skunk was hilting himself in the raccoon’s behind, crotch against butt, his otter boyfriend was at the same time, down on his knees, going down on Lukan’s shaft once again. 
“G-guys…” Lukan breathed as he started to feel the two of them going to work on his body simultaneously. The first thing that he noticed was the distinct feeling of the skunk behind him rhythmically thrusting in and out of him. Lukan tried to relax, to make it easier for the skunk to do his work. Lukan knew his somewhat lacking experience in bottoming could have contributed to him feeling more and more tense down there instinctively, making it more difficult for the skunk to stay inside. Lukan could feel as though he was trying to eject the skunk as if he were trying to relieve himself. But this did not deter the skunk in the slightest. The skunk still managed to keep a steady pace on Lukan as he fucked him with a modest pace to start.
The next thing Lukan noticed would naturally be his own boyfriend, one hand on the base of the raccoonhood, the other on his own otterhood, and muzzle happily and steadily slurping on the tip of the raccoon. Lukan looked down at the familiar sight. The glowing glint of the emerald green eyes looking back at him earnestly made Lukan’s heart skip. Or was that from the skunk. Lukan couldn’t tell. Lukan wasn’t even aware of himself at that point. He suddenly felt more aware of the two of his partners having sex with him than he was of himself. That feeling was so foreign to him. Like his worries were suddenly just simply melting away.
He was so engrossed in it that he wasn’t  completely aware of the skunk steadily picking up speed while holding Lukan closer against his body, placing his black hand up onto Lukan’s chest. Lukan wasn’t sure if he was in control of his body, because he soon found that one of his hands went to hold the skunk’s arm, and the other went to hold the otter’s head as he tried to look back at the skunk’s knowing face.
“Go ahead… give your boyfriend’s cute face a good fucking… Give him all you got. Don’t be afraid. I’m here to help you,” Cumulus whispered. 
Lukan wasn’t able to respond to the skunk through his heavy breathing and slight moaning. Just like when orgasming, Lukan was determined to make as little sound as possible, even when someone was going to town on his tailhole. All Lukan could do at that moment was try to do as the skunk said, by starting to push back on the skunk’s crotch, only for his hips to be forced forward by the skunk’s thrusts knocking them back. This motion, in turn, forced Lukan’s shaft into the otter’s throat, where the otter would moan in pleasure in response, further stimulating the both of them. How many times did this motion repeat itself? 10 times… 20… 30… 50…? And each time it did so, the speed of the skunk’s thrusts and humps were also increasing, making Lukan fight harder and harder with himself not to moan any louder than he already was. After all, the only one of them that was moaning noticeably was Klaus. He did not want to outdo him in that department. Lukan knew he had to take his mind away from the skunk’s hard thrusting to make that happen. Naturally, that was difficult. But there was one thing that would help… he and the other two knew it. This was how the skunk was going to “help” him. Lukan locked his focus, and began to also thrust and push himself against the otter’s head, using his hand as a brace and guide to do so. He tried to time his thrusts with the skunk’s, finding it difficult to do so at first, so for the first few moments, it was just as graceless and awkward as he was. But after a while, synchronization was met. Was it because of himself? Or was the skunk just that adaptable? Either way, he felt the tension of his hole against the skunk’s shaft begin to ease somewhat as the motion made Cumulus fucking him that much easier. Instead, that motion was transferred directly to Klaus’ head as it was now being met with the full force of the energy. Lukan felt it too. The speed of that motion, and tightness of his boyfriend’s throat, along with his skilled tongue was almost overpowering. It did become overpowering, however, when that was combined with the skunk’s hard and heavy thrusts. The manifestation of that overpowering came in the form of--
	“A-ahh…! Ah fuck! Ahhh!” Lukan couldn’t hold it back anymore. He was moaning. Moaning loudly too. Louder than the otter’s slurping, or the skunk’s slapping of crotch against hindquarters. The pleasure was simply too strong, and at last, he gave in to it. Fucking Klaus’ muzzle. Moaning aloud from the sensations. This was what resulted when he stopped worrying and thinking for the first time in ages.
	“That’s it… good trash panda,” the skunk cooed in between his own breathing. “Gonna shove your cock into your boyfriend’s throat and cum down it?”
	“I-I will…” Lukan stammered out. 
	“Good boy… as a reward… I will cum as deep as I can in you!” 
	“P-please do!”
	“Alright… you asked for it!” And with that, the thrusting got harder and faster yet as the skunk began to breathe heavier and heavier. This pushed Lukan also to the point of no return. He felt his loins tensing up as the familiar feeling of a strong orgasm began to build down there. There was nothing he could do to stop it; the thrusts from the skunk forced his member into and out of the otter’s muzzle whether he liked that or not!
	The skunk growled in the raccoon’s ears and the thrusting abruptly stopped. It wasn’t necessary anymore, as Lukan moaned the loudest that he possibly ever had, as he felt his shaft pulsing heaving in the otter’s muzzle, filling it up with his cum. He wasn’t entirely sure who orgasmed first, for at the same time, he felt the skunk’s penis throbbing hard and heavy against the sphincter of his own anus, and the walls inside as it shot loads and loads of skunk semen inside of him. Lukan was barely aware. The bliss was so strong. He thought he felt something warm and wet shooting onto his legs, but he wasn’t sure. Had Klaus cum onto him as well? The orgasm lasted for several seconds. Several seconds of pure, unadulterated bliss. With each throb he felt, from himself, from the skunk, from each new wave of warmth on his legs, he knew there was a new thread of cum being shot in the corresponding locations. He felt warmer on the inside. He felt the otter swallowing around him. He felt his paws getting wetter and wetter on the ground. 
	Eventually the orgasms did taper off, and all three of them were left completely breathless as they remained as they were for several more seconds afterwards. The otter was the first to pull off, licking his lips as he did so. “That… was incredible,” he stated with a small cough. “Best sex I've had in years! Lukan, please face fuck me more often!”
	“I uh… um… okay, Klaus. I-I promise, I will try to,” Lukan replied.
	“Phew,” Cumulus chimed in as he slowly started to pull away from Lukan’s shaking body. “This raccoon’s got a nice ass! You should totally tap it more, Klaus!”
	“Wh-whaaaa?” Lukan exclaimed.
	“Heh… I mean if it means I get to hear him moan like that again, 1,000% might just do that!” Klaus gasped.
	“Sh-shuddup!?” Lukan exclaimed.
	“Well then. How about you do that right now? His hole’s woefully too empty now!” Cumulus laughed.
	“Hmmm… yeah, yeah, I think I might just do that,” Klaus responded mischievously. “Come here hun.”
	“Wh-wha?” Lukan felt his eyes widen as his boyfriend started to creep slowly towards him. With that, the raccoon knew that his fate was sealed, no matter what, and had no choice but to submit to whatever came next.