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Moss and Pux are in over their heads, or is it gonna be the other way around?!
He an I are craftin a story together as well that takes place in the realm of this artwork. Here is a very abridged version that leads up to the moment you see before yer very eyeballs! (I'll post a link to the full version when that is finished.)
Moss the rat had been keeping his eyes on the massive sabertooth all night.
Among the miners and farmhands the primal feline stood out like a glitter of gold on a filthy stone wall, and not just because of the piercing glint from his jewelry and the golden caps on his dagger-like claws and fangs. It was also in the confident way he walked through the crowd and the leeway everyone gave him, too afraid to meet his eyes while they watched his every move. It was in the artisan sculpture of muscles that none of the workers could ever achieve even after months spent tunneling for new stars. It was in the shamelessness he brought into a land where everyone had some reason to feel shame.
His lessers were just bodies. He was art. And all art really just wanted was some admiring eyes, didn't it?
The little rat, however, rolled his eyes at his enamored troupe-mate beside him. Moss wouldn't dare say it was the jewelry, though Pux the skunkboy had been gawking at the sabertooth's golden jewels all night. Moss could just tell by his barely stifled eagerness the runty skunk would blindly see a tantalizing body like the sabertooth's, and not see what every person in their troupe knew what it really was on sight: he was a predator.
Pux naively beamed with dandy pride at the thin strips of orangish leather that were festooned around his delicate body, intersecting around his chest to frame his cute pecs in a hypnotic, almost feminine display. Clamped around his neck was a prisoner's collar, looking absolutely oversized. Pux shyly declaired it was a promise as to what a customer could do with him; and though the skunkboy was blushing through his fur Moss knew deep down he was an impish instigator.
The rat's own costume was chosen more pragmatically. If there was ever a fashion in Fairyland, it is "trash and treasure". He wore a mid-drift vest with pockets full of condoms, lube packets, and medicine. From the sturdy belt around his waist descended a pair of straps with leather pockets that nuzzled tightly around his left thigh, thin bands snug under the supple curve of his exposed buttocks. On the right dangled half a skirt that barely covered his privates, which earned him all sorts of pick-up lines that would've probably worked on Pux. Then even more pockets were hidden for personal supplies like candy and his knife, as well as for whatever pay he'd make tonight.
Moss studied the sabertooth again and saw through his poor disguise, no pun intended. He wore tattered dark robes around his hips, though the front was spread wide open to display everything he was endowed with. Refocusing his attention, the ratboy noticed all of the diamond-shaped jewelry dangling from the feline's piercings were not only magical, but precisely identical. The shinies that hung from his ears matched the ones in his grape-sized nipples, and then another set which hung from his plump balls and swaying cock... A thick, wonderful cock that bounced off of those overburdened... pendulous balls as he walked.
The rat stared into nothing as a mental image of Pux hooked up by his collar to the piercing that ran through the sabertooth's gigantic balls blocked out all thought for a second... The meaty sabertooth cock idly rubbing back and forth across the petite skunkboy's face... Maybe... maybe even past his soft lips into his mouth... the whole night long...
Moss blinked twice, surprised by this sudden unexpected fantasy, but the mental invasion would not relent. Pux, helpless little skunkboy, bound to the feline as a chain gluided through the sabertooth's nipple rings... and then down to Pux's collar so that the mewling fucktoy would tug at them with every bounce on the big sabertooth's daddy lap... His scent would be so filthy and his fur matted stiff in the morning...
Moss had to physically shake his head back to the moment as he looked down at his own body. His young cock was beginning to swell and bob rhythmically to his heartbeat, lifting up the shallow flap of his side-skirt. Stay focused! With the thoughts he was having right now, getting him as hard as he was, he was gaining a lot more attention especially with the skunkboy in tow. Including the sabertooth's.
When the chizzled and bulky feline made eye contact, both boys stood still. As the sandy-furred beast strode across the way towards them, glistening strands of precum began to ebb from his engorged cock, becoming pearlescent webbing between his powerful thighs. Pux put a paw to his face, his muzzle hanging open like an amateur.
Moss slid his arm familiarly around the younger skunkboy, "Hey Pux... dude," he said in his usual laid-back, molasses-like manner, "Do you think he'd take us both...if we gave him a discount?"
Pux seemed almost startled at Moss' barely-hidden intentions. "Never have I ever seena beast this BIG before, an' I grew up onna farm! He could sk'wer us both with that thing!"
"C'mon, dude, we need to look out for each other, after all," Moss calmly reasoned. If that cute morsel of a skunk went somewhere with that predator, Moss needed to be sure he would be coming back safe and sound. "So, why don't you help me out?... Twofer?"
Pux started to hesitate, "I dunno if I can open my muzz that big..."
"Don't then, just use your paws and tongue, dude. Your pink pads make guys squirt like virgins."
Pux resorted to whining instead, "His cock sure is droolin a lot. Are you sure that's normal?"
"You've swallowed more in your sleep! C'mon... get in on this. Precum's fun and cool and slimy and this guy sure looks like he makes a lot."
That seemed to do the trick. "Heck. So what game we lookin' to play? Easy alley action? Good cub, bad cub? Double-team daddy?"
Moss almost snorted in amusement. "Boss wants information... This ain't no sneakin' around or bribin' some perv with a blowjob and some pillow talk. I say we go with clean and easy, messy and sleazy... You be messy and sleazy, obviously."
Moss couldn't tell if Pux was chuffed or miffed, but it didn't matter now as the sabertooth's musk arrived just a moment before he did.
Moss casually flexed his stiff boypeen at his quarry, to which the towering sabertooth clenched his thickly corded phallus into a mighty upward thrust, and it stayed there. Pux was completely transfixed by this point and dumbly tugging on his nub like a noob. Unexpectedly the feline's face went a deep shade of red as a purr rumbled from his chest that sounded like granite grinding on granite, which was probably going to be how tonight was gonna go.
Showtime.
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