Rascal wiped the sweat from his forehead as he opened the door to the post office. Maverick had gotten an influx of packages and had requested his help in delivering them. Rascal didn’t mind lending the otter a paw, but his feet were starting to kill him from walking around with heavy parcels all day.


Maverick, stationed behind the counter, cocked his head over to the door the second he heard the doorbell’s peaceful chime.


“Oi, Red! You sure are looking worn out.” 


“Ha… Didn’t expect there to be so many heavy deliveries,” Rascal panted. “How do you manage to do this day-to-day?”


Maverick chuckled, “You get used to it after years of repetition. Honestly, with how your libido functions, I’m surprised you don’t have more energy.” 


Rascal was slightly indignant, “Fooling around is way different than manual labor. At least I can satiate my urges whenever the feeling strikes.” 


Maverick adjusted his cap, “Touché. Anyway, you’ll be happy to know that this’ll be your last package. It’s to the coyote brothers.”


Rascal folded his arms, “Leon and Donnie? I wonder what they ordered *this* time.” 


Maverick picked up the parcel and held it out to the red panda, “Dunno, but you can pretty much guess with those two.” 


Rascal relieved the otter of the small box. In stark contrast to the other deliveries he had to make, this one was stupidly lightweight, almost as if nothing was inside. Rascal put it under his arm and headed towards the door. Right as he had his paw on the handle, Maverick spoke up. 


“Say, Red, if you don’t feel too tuckered out when you come back, you fancy a little ‘reward?’ I’m pretty much done for the day, so I don’t mind taking some time off.” 


The otter formed a mischievous smirk on his face. Rascal knew exactly what Maverick was hinting at and didn’t hesitate to excitedly nod his head. He could just feel his shaft slowly throbbing within the confinements of his sheath. 


The coyotes’ den was a decent trek from the post office. Rascal’s feet were still aching from walking so much, however the fresh, open air made him rejuvenated enough to keep going. He reached the den in no time and noticed Oliver was over. One look at the donkey’s blushing face and Rascal could tell he was in the midst of heightened arousal. As the red panda neared closer, he found out what, or rather who, was behind it. 


A blonde coyote with a white muzzle and underside wearing a sky blue pom pom hat had the tip of his snout buried into Oliver’s sheath while a dark caramel coyote with two silver piercings below his mouth and an industrial piercing in his left ear was slowly swiping his tongue along the bottom of Oliver’s large balls. The former coyote was getting rather turned on by Oliver’s musk as Rascal could see his canine cock starting to poke out from his decently-sized sheath. 


Oliver let out a whinny of pleasure and quivered a touch. All of the coyote’s heavy sniffing had stimulated his cock to a point where he couldn’t keep it inside any longer. It jerked forward and booped the canine’s nose, getting him to back out the sheath. It only took four throbs to fully come out and show off its erect state. Starting at the base of the shaft, the blonde coyote moved his tongue along the bottom of the entire length. Oliver clenched his teeth and pressed his front hooves into the ground. Reaching the cockhead, the coyote dug his moist part into the donkey’s circular genital slit. Rascal stared at the coyote’s crotch. His cock, knot and all, was out of its sheath and bobbing up and down in the air. The red panda couldn’t resist groping his balls.


At last, the dark caramel coyote noticed his presence. 


“Rascal! Didn’t expect you to be Rick’s errand boy.” 


Rascal took his hand off his sac and placed the package on the ground. 


“What are you and Donnie doing with Oliver?” he asked the studded coyote. 


“We’re helping him find his courage,” Leon answered in a deep, smooth voice. 


Rascal was confused, “Courage?” 


Donnie pranced over to them, “Yep! Oliver got himself a little crush on a big stallion. He’s way too timid to ask him out, so we’re helping him find that strength within him.” 


Oliver turned his body to face Rascal, “Um… I only asked them for some tips when they decided that I needed a little more than advice.” 


Rascal sheepishly chuckled, “I’m… not the least bit surprised. Mind telling me a bit about your crush?” 


Donnie pawed the ground, “Yeah, Oliver! Tell us more about this guy that made your heart throb!”   


Oliver’s face glowed red, “Well… he’s got a beautiful cream coat with tan splotches all over it. His mane is long, flowing, and a beautiful chestnut color. He also has a strong, sturdy build to him which is the same as his…”


The rest of Oliver’s sentence dissolved into cute whimpers as he shyly dug his hoof into the dirt. 


Donnie’s tail rapidly wagged, “Sounds like a hunk!”  


Leon tore the package’s tape with his claw, “You know, I think this thing might just come in handy.”  


He opened it up to reveal a white vibrator wand surrounded by bubble wrap. 


“Right! I forgot we ordered that. It’ll be perfect for helping him find his courage,” Donnie smiled.  


Oliver was concerned, “What are you going to use that for?” 


“We’ll use it to work your anus. It’s almost the exact same size as that horse’s tongue. If you can handle this thing, there’s no way you’ll be intimidated if he wants to rim ya!” Donnie explained. 


“Hey, Rascal, mind if you help us?” Leon requested. “We could use a biped critter like yourself.” 


“Sure. This is my last delivery, so I got time to kill,” Rascal responded. 


The coyotes got Oliver to position himself in front of a rock that was tall enough for Rascal to be able to reach his hole. The red panda grabbed the device and took his place on the rock. 


“All right, Rascal. To turn it on and off, just flick that little switch on the side. It’s sort of like operating a paint brush,” Leon briefed. “Might want to dampen his hole first so it won’t be too rough on his sensitive area.” 


Rascal nodded in understanding. Leon and his brother laid down to either side of Oliver’s hung dick to monitor it. It fiercely pulsated in anticipation. 


Oliver took a deep breath, “Ready when you are.” 


Rascal swished Oliver’s tail out of the way and suckled on the dry anus. When he had determined it was damp enough, he switched on the vibrator and swirled it around the rim. Oliver gasped and jerked his pelvis, squirting out some pre-cum. The buzzing device tickled his area and sent bursts of stimulation straight into his dick. As Rascal applied steady pressure to the hole with one hand, he massaged his balls enough to where his cock and knot popped out. He could tell he wasn’t going to escape this scene without blowing a load. 


Once Oliver had begun moaning, Rascal carefully inserted the whirring part of the wand into the donkey’s rectum. He touched one of the anal walls and circled around it, making them stretch in response. Oliver lustfully wailed. Every part of his body tingled and burned. He could almost visualize that hunky stallion doing the same anal stimulation technique he gave other critters. He shivered at the thought of the horse’s warm tongue sliding up his hole. The coyotes took turns taking licks at Oliver’s fluttering schlong. The donkey was edging from how much stimulation was racing through his body. However, his manhood refused to ejaculate, being content to continue releasing globs of pre. 


“I think you need something more,” Donnie told Oliver. “How about you dump this load into me?” 


Oliver was shocked, “Huh?!” 


Leon looked at his brother, “I know you got a stretchy hole, bro, but you sure you can take a guy like Oliver?” 


Donnie seemed certain, “Absolutely! Besides, if Augustus can take him on, so can I!” 


Leon shook his head, “Your butt is nowhere *close* to that gator’s genital slit.” 


He ultimately relented and things got put into motion. Rascal hopped off his rock and wetted Donnie's hole with his saliva. Fully prepped, the coyote slid himself underneath Oliver’s body. Rascal held the donkey’s stiffness and helped align it with its target. With Oliver gently pushing, the two got the top part of the cockhead inside. Once the entire thing was snuggly through, all Oliver had to do was slide it in further. Donnie grunted and gritted his teeth. His rectum was stretched to its absolute limit, and his prostate was profusely stinging from being pressed down by the weight of the thick cock. Fortunately, Oliver was too timid to go anymore than halfway. He took a small pause and started thrusting. 


Donnie stabbed his claws into the dirt and cried out. Oliver’s schlong tugged his ass backwards and forwards with every single movement it made. The plan was working as the coyote could feel it start to make ejaculating motions. 


As Rascal watched the two males go at it, Leon nuzzled his body. The red panda shifted his focus to the coyote and saw his red rocket was out in the open. 


“Think we should do something about our own members,” Leon snickered. “No sense in being left out.” 


        The guy laid on his back and spread his legs out. Rascal looked at him lustfully and stroked his throbbing shaft. He got down on his knees in front of Leon’s crotch and pressed their fluffy nuts and red dicks together. Leon winked as Rascal wrapped his warm paw around the stout members, sensually rubbing them up and down. 


        Oliver shut his eyes and accelerated his breathing. His legs physically shook from how much tingling was occurring in his crotch. Stomping his right hind leg, he tilted his head up and bellowed out. An intense rush of cum unleashed from his cock. It slammed against the back of Donnie’s cavern and bounced out of his rear in a furious display of white that drenched Oliver’s saggy balls. The beating dong pounded the anal walls along with the prostate, triggering Donnie’s orgasm. The coyote howled out in a victorious manner as he straight-shot his seed onto the ground. 


        Hearing his brother’s howls turned Leon on. He joined Donnie’s higher-pitched howls with his baritone ones. Much to Rascal’s surprise, this caused him to cum on the spot. It flung up into the air and splattered all across the canine’s soft fur. The knot of the ejaculating member struck Rascal's tender knot with every release it made. The guy tried hard to hold it back, but eventually gave in to the orgasm. Moaning with ecstasy, his seed whipped out and painted his fur a rich white. Leon crossed his back legs around Rascal’s body. He let out a breathy grunt and launched a ribbon of cum onto Rascal’s nose. The red panda stuck out his tongue and licked it off him. Leon’s milk had an incredibly creamy, cranberry taste to it. 


        Oliver emitted a deep sigh and pulled out his cum-soaked prick. A flood of cum ran out of Donnie’s rear and splashed on the ground. The coyote, trying his best to remain standing, walked out from under Oliver. 


“Did I hurt you?” the donkey worriedly asked. 


Donnie affectionately nuzzled his leg, “I’m Ok! Just… need to take a bit of a break.” 


He changed the subject, “So! Have you found the courage to ask that guy out?”


Oliver shyly swished his tail, “Somewhat. Still a little nervous about going up to him.” 


Donnie was disappointed, “Awwww….”  


Leon uprighted himself, “These things take time. I’m sure with a little more practice, you’ll be talking to that guy with nothing but confidence.”


Donnie perked up, “Right!”   


Oliver could only blush, “Geez…” 


Leon looked over at Rascal, “Thanks for helping us out. Give Rick my regards.” 


“I will. I should be heading back before he wonders what happened to me,” Rascal replied.    


Donnie piped up, “You think you could come back for some more courage counseling? You’re just the guy we need for it!” 


Rascal nodded, “You guys got me too invested in this to leave me hanging.” 


“You guys are really willing to do this for me?” Oliver asked. 


“That’s The Forest of Love for you. Critters helping fellow critters no matter what the problem might be,” Leon stated. 


Oliver didn’t say anything and only cracked a small smile.


Rascal returned back to the post office to find Maverick patiently waiting for him. 


“Red, what took ya so long?” Maverick inquired. “Was about to form a search party for ya.” 


He noticed the dried-up cum on his fur, “Ahhh. Took a little break, I see. Hopefully you aren’t too tuckered out to give me a bit of pleasure.” 


Rascal grinned and hopped over the counter. There was a small space in front of where Maverick usually stood for him to crawl into. To his delight, Maverick’s tapering cock was already out of its fluffy sheath and pulsing nicely. Rascal started by suckling on the tip in a teasing fashion. He rolled it along his lips and danced his tongue around the otter’s round urethra. This drove Maverick wild. He let out a lustful gasp, sucked his gut in, and pressed his paws down on Rascal’s head, almost as if to lock him in place. 


Determining Maverick was stirred enough, Rascal sucked on the cock in earnest. He began at the base of the slender member and dragged his lips along the whole length. Maverick clenched his toes and thrashed his tail around. 


“Red… I ain’t ever had a blowjob like this before…”


Rascal chuckled and continued working the tender prick. Since Maverick was liking his approach, he saw no reason to change it. However, he added a little tongue tease to the slit to signify the end of a rep. 


The otter’s breathing grew heavier and he grasped the fur on his chest. His nuts tensed up as he dick quivered around. With a cry of sheer relief, he filled Rascal’s mouth with his thick cream. The male was taken aback by how dense it was. It easily clumped and proved challenging to break up. He knew Maverick wasn’t one to orgasm often, but he didn’t think he held it back *this* much. Maverick pulled his cap over the eyes of his beet red face. Even though Rascal couldn’t help it, having the critter’s warm tongue pressing against his beating dick made him pump out more of the stuff. Despite all of this, Rascal drank it down like an utter champ. 


Rascal took his mouth off and examined Maverick’s schlong. While it was no longer squirting out, it still oozed out. Right as the red panda was about to suck it up, a voice entered his ears. 


“You save that for us?” 


Rascal was so startled that he nearly conked his head on the counter. He looked around and saw Leon and Donnie lying to either side of Maverick.


“Wh-where did you guys come from?!” Rascal exclaimed. 


“From the back door,” Leon nonchalantly replied. 


“I got an itch in my nose that alerted me to the scent of two people making out. We followed it and here we are!” Donnie beamed. “Maverick was cool about us joining.” 


Leon reached out his tongue and licked off the globs of cum leaking out of the otter’s slit. Donnie decided to get a little more adventurous and nuzzled his snout against Maverick’s stomach fur, revealing one of his hardened nipples. Sniffing it, the coyote rapidly lashed his tongue across it. 


“Oi! Mind those!” Maverick cried. 


        Donnie paid no attention to him and continued the stimulation. All of this sexual action had made Rascal’s rocket pop out. He sat on the floor and massaged his knot while stroking himself off. The pleasure from having both of his sensitive areas stimulated made Maverick start to lean back. He ended up leaning so far that he fell right onto the floor. Donnie wasted no time lifting up the otter’s sac with the tip of his snout.  


“You’re up, Rascal,” Leon said. 


        Rascal rubbed himself one more time before kneeling and plunging his entire shaft into Maverick. The mailman scrapped his claws along the wooden floor as his tail swiped the bottom of Rascal’s balls. Rascal had just started pounding him in when the doorbell went off. 


“Yo! Maverick, you here?” Dustin called out. 


        Maverick was about to say something when a small moan escaped his lips. Leon quickly prevented any more by kissing him. Given he was the only one not occupied, Donnie popped his head up and greeted the small creature. 


“Donnie? Where’s Maverick at?” Dustin asked. 


“Uh… he’s busy getting stuffed. Err.. *with* stuff,” Donnie stuttered. “Whatcha need?” 


“I was wondering if he had any updates on these nunchucks I ordered,” Dustin replied. “Been about a week and they still aren’t here.” 


Donnie looked down at Maverick. The guy had Leon’s cock in his mouth with the coyote laying on his side. Maverick glanced up at Donnie and showed him two fingers.  


“It’ll be arriving in two days. I think….” the coyote replied, lowering his voice to a whisper. “Does that mean two days, Leon?” 


Leon was bemused, “Why you asking me for? Ask him!”


Dustin jumped onto the counter and peered over the side to the unfolding sex scene. 


“Hah. I thought you weren’t the type to mix business and pleasure,” he remarked. 


Maverick took his mouth off Leon’s rocket, “Hey! I was technically done for the day.” 


Dustin shrugged, “Whatever, man. Any of you mind if I jump in? Could use a bit of unloading myself. I’m pretty good at working a cock.” 


“Wait a second. I thought you said you were straight unless it was anal,” Rascal remarked. 


“Five percent of me is. The rest is all digging dudes,” Dustin corrected. “I only said that because you had just finished cumming into me. Couldn’t let a guy of your size know he had an advantage on me.”


Rascal couldn’t think of a response to that. 


It took a bit of configuring, but the males finally found a sex train that worked. Rascal still continued to hammer Maverick’s ass as the otter sucked on the tip of Leon’s cock. The coyote was in the downward dog position and rolling his tongue along the bottom of Dustin’s sac and tapering penis. The squirrel stood on all fours suckling and feeling up Donnie’s dick, who was sitting with his legs spread. Only Rascal and Donnie’s voices could be heard expressing satisfaction, but they were loud enough to speak for them all.  


        Rascal’s knot swelled and locked in place, getting securely hugged by Maverick’s walls. Thrusting slightly, he yelled out and released his load. The otter’s cock twitched and sprayed out cum onto his chest while he drank down the sweet milk Leon’s meat was providing him. The coyote pressed his tongue against Dustin’s genitals in response to his climax. The squirrel groaned and blasted out small ribbons of cum that pooled at the end of the damp body part. He squeezed Donnie’s rocket and sucked on his slit like a straw. The canine scrunched his face and lustfully wailed. Rich seed rushed into Dustin’s mouth, expanding his cheeks. He swallowed the first ejection, but let the rest rain down over his small body. Leon retracted his tongue, letting Dustin roll over to allow the batter to coat his front side.   


        When everyone had finished emptying their balls, they removed themselves from the line-up. Dustin laid out on the floor utterly spent and thoroughly soaked in coyote jizz. 


“Looks like this one could use a bath!” Donnie remarked, wagging his tail. 


        He set to work licking his cum off the rodent while his cock steadily dripped some more onto the floor. Leon came over and helped his brother with the clean up. Dustin laughed and put his arms behind his head, quite enjoying the male attention he was getting. 


        Rascal sighed and sat on the floor as Maverick crawled over to him. 


“Thanks for everything, Red. Couldn’t have done it without ya.” 


“Anytime,” Rascal replied. 


Maverick thought it over, “Actually, I think you deserve better than a plain ole thanks.” 


        Rascal wasn’t sure what the otter meant until he kissed him on the lips. They were soft and enticing. He could tell Maverick was experienced in this area. Rascal blissfully closed his eyes and reciprocated the gesture. It was a beautiful moment. 


                                          -The End-