For what seemed like the millionth time that afternoon, Tersh pointed to a pretty-looking flower and asked the question: “Is that Cleo’s Chrysanthemenumum, Jake?” The crocodile hoped against hope that the fox would say yes, but so far everything the crocodile had found had turned out to be anything but the elusive flower. Lady Rataxes’ fancy reception at King Babar’s palace was tonight, and the two boys were quickly running out of daylight to find the perfect centerpiece for the banquet table.
Jake sniffed even before he turned his head. “No, silly,” he said without stopping. “That’s a Sniffer Thistle. It doesn’t even smell similar!”
“Oh, okay.”
“And it’s Chrysanthemum,” the fox added. “But don’t worry. It took me a while to get it right, too.”
“Yeah,” Tersh mumbled, “but I’m three years older than you.”
At this, Jake stopped, his shoulders stooped. He sighed, and then he turned around and walked up to the croc, wearing a scowl that darkened his normally cheery muzzle. Grasping Tersh’s arms, he said, “Hey. You keep bringing that up, but it doesn’t mean anything. People learn things at different times. You know lots of things.”
“Well, I guess so.” Tersh fiddled with his fingers while looking down. “I just kinda wanna find that flower so we can get back to the palace. And stuff.”
The fox gave him a knowing wink. “Already? We just did stuff before we came out to search.”
“Yeah, but we just started doing it. I can’t get over it. I...thanks for teaching me. I should have learned it years ago.”
With a paw on the croc’s arm, Jake said, “I told you, it doesn’t matter. What matters is, we can share it and have fun. Right?”
“Right.”
“So let’s keep looking, it can’t be far--duck!” Jake was down before Tersh could look up, and when he heard the booming voice he followed suit. Both boys crawled up to the nearest fern and listened.
“I can’t believe my luck!” said the voice, familiar at once. “Those fools won’t know what hit them!”
“It’s Prospero!” whispered Tersh. Jake put a finger to his snout.
The cape buffalo continued, oblivious to the hiding boys. “They never should’ve gathered the crown jewels of all three kingdoms in one place. They almost make it too easy, don’t they, Sly?” he spoke to his walking stick, an odd trait he possessed. “With these smoke bombs to mask my movements, I can steal everything and trade it for a merry mess of money!” An evil laugh followed the declaration.
Jake kept his voice low. “Oh no,” he moaned, “we’ve got to get back to the palace to warn the guards before he can ruin everything!” The fox looked up to see Tersh making a run for it--in the wrong direction.
“Hey, you can’t do that!” the croc exclaimed. “It’s not right! I’m gonna tell Babar and you’ll get in a lot of trouble, you...you big bad cow!”
Prospero laughed before standing up to his full height, towering over Tersh, who couldn’t help cowering despite his brave statement. “You? And what army, boyo? I’m gonna tie you up and leave you here while I steal my fortune from those stupid pachyderms.”
“Not if I can help it!” Jake shouted, jumping from behind the fern.
“Y-yeah!” Tersh agreed, hesitantly.
Taking a coil of rope from his belt, Prospero lunged. “Yaaaargh!”
Jake pointed. “Tersh, his legs! Quick!”
In a flash, the croc swung his tail across the cape buffalo’s path, tripping him. Before he could recover, the fox zipped over and took the rope, tying Prospero’s hands tight. “There!” Jake said. “Now you can’t do anything.”
Tersh walked over to the villain and softly kicked him in the shin. “You meanie!”
“You boyos don’t know what kind off trouble you’re in,” Prospero snarled. “Once I get out of here...”
“But you’re not,” Jake interrupted. “Badou taught me that knot. It’s not coming undone.”
Prospero’s face softened. He was well aware of the prince’s skill at many things, including survival skills. A flex of his wrists told him the fox was right. He swore under his breath. “I...I don’t suppose we could negotiate some kind of...agreement?”
“No,” Jake said, seeming to revel in his power.
“I have treasures beyond your wildest imaginations, boyos.” Prospero looked between the boys.
“If you have all that,” Tersh piped up, “then why do you want the crown jewels so much?”
Prospero looked well and truly beat. “Fine. You’ve got me dead to rights. Congratulations.”
“Wait,” Jake said, arms crossed. He studied the captive bovine before a sly smile crept into his muzzle. He reached down to adjust himself before addressing the croc. “Tersh, you said you could go again, right?”
Tersh blushed. Usually you didn’t talk about that stuff in front of grownups. “Jake, what’re you--?”
“Because he doesn’t have anything to bribe us with. But his muzzle looks nice and warm.”
Both cape buffalo and crocodile did double takes.
“Oh, wow,” said Tersh.
“You had better not be suggesting what I think you’re suggesting, boyo,” said Prospero, now struggling against his restraints.
“I could go too,” Jake continued. “It’s not like you have a choice.”
“I refuse.”
“Tersh, you wait here while I get the palace guards.”
“Wait! Wait!” Finally, Prospero sighed. “You’ve got a deal. Won’t be my first, anyway. You kids shouldn’t even know about this stuff.”
“You’d be surprised,” said Jake.
“Are you sure about this, Jake?” asked the croc.
The fox had a decidedly crafty expression now, lust evident in his eyes. “Yeah, super sure. You can go first.”
“This is so weird,” Tersh said even as he approached the villain, whose muzzle was more or less at a perfect height. Blushing the whole time, he pushed down his shorts and underwear. “Okay, go.”
“Where is it?” asked the cape buffalo.
“It’s inside,” said Jake. “You have to lick him to get at it.”
“This is so humiliating,” Prospero muttered, stretching his neck out to lick between Tersh’s spread legs. He was almost as good as Jake, and in a matter of seconds his boner pressed between the bovine’s lips and into his mouth. For someone so humiliated, he didn’t have much of a problem sucking croc cock.
Jake watched, pawing at his shorts. “That looks yummy.”
“It feels yummy,” Tersh confirmed. “He can take more in since he’s older, too.
“Looks like he’s enjoying it too.” The fox pressed a foot against the front of Prospero’s pants, finding a definite lump there.
“Nnnf,” said Prospero.
“I wonder if he likes it in his other end, too.”
“Nnnf!” said Prospero, spitting out Tersh’s dick. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“What’re you gonna do about it?” asked the fox. Tersh had never seen him so authoritative, not even in their own play sessions. “Just keep blowing my friend.”
Prospero did just that, grumbling but still paying attention to the little details like which parts of the croc’s member were most sensitive, and applying just the right amount of suction. Tersh watched dazedly as the fox undid the cape buffalo’s breeches and slid them down over his boots, revealing an appreciable package with a few inches poking out. It was the first adult junk he’d seen, apart from his uncle, whom he’d spied on coming out of the shower a few times. Like Jake, Prospero had a sheath and his narrow shaft lay along his lower belly.
Tersh grabbed one of the buffalo’s horns and helped guide him, watching the fox strip down and kneel, propping one bovine leg on his shoulder. He was already out, knot and all, and it bobbed as Jake inched closer. The moment the tip touched him, Prospero squirmed and whimpered.
“Don’t just shove it in,” he said, trying not to sound too desperate. “That...that would be the first,” he sighed.
“Fangtastic,” Tersh mumbled, a whole lot more aroused than he thought he’d be. Jake spit onto the bovine’s hole and began working it in with his finger. The second Prospero stopped looking he was back on the croc’s cock. He didn’t look like he was enjoying it, but it sure felt that way to Tersh.
“So cool.” The fox leaned in and held himself still, pushing slowly. “He’s tighter than you, Tersh!”
With each inch the cape buffalo’s expression changed, and as Jake’s eyes rolled back in his head the villian lowed, adding a vibration that sent Tersh over the edge. Prospero tried to pull away but his horns made convenient handles. Jake bottomed out at the same time, sending the cape buffalo’s muzzle smashing into Tersh’s scales, a dribble of croc cum escaping his helpless face.
“Ohhhhh yeah,” the croc sighed. “You better swallow!”
Prospero swallowed obediently, the hottest thing yet. Since he couldn’t really do anything else, he kept his mouth full while Jake settled into a rhythm. He always admired the way Jake could jackhammer a hole with such enthusiasm. It must be a canid thing; when the fox got going he’d rarely slow down or stop. Tersh liked to take it slow, but Jake just went full-force until he spooged up whatever he was fucking. And right now that thing was some nice prime buffalo butt.
“Well, would ya lookit that?” Jake huffed, pointing to Tersh’s feet. The croc looked down to see Prospero’s right arm propping him up, free as could be. “I guess my knot-tying isn’t so good after all. Not that he’s complaining.” Sure enough, Prospero made no effort to get away. He blushed and stayed on the croc’s dwindling shaft.
“What about your other knot?” asked Tersh, winking.
“Now that one I know how to tie!” Jake sped up and got rougher with his thrusts until he popped right inside, making the bovine moan. The fox’s hips twitched with every shot. “Ahhhhh, that’s better. My balls were full!”
Tersh pointed. “His look full too, Jake. Can it be his turn?”
Jake considered. “Hmm. I guess so, since he didn’t put up a fight. I bet you didn’t think you were gonna get pawed off by a kid today, huh Prospero?”
The cape buffalo spit out Tersh’s meat. “I didn’t think a lot of things, boyo. Erf, you feel like a canteloupe back there.”
“That’s what they all say,” giggled the fox as he grabbed Prospero’s shaggy sheath and began to stroke. Both boys watched with eager eyes for their first adult load, and when the bovine shuddered they weren’t disappointed. It sprayed everywhere, from the nearby rocks to the villain’s shirt and crotch. Humiliated relief washed over his face.
“Now that’s a merry mess of moo milk!” said Tersh, much to Prospero’s chagrin. “How long until your knot goes down, Jake?”
Jake tugged, thinking. Prospero whimpered again. “Twenty minutes at this rate. Though I’m kinda feeling like I could put another one in him. What about you?”
The cape buffalo looked up at the croc with pleading, shiny eyes. “He doesn’t really mean that, does he boyo?”
Tersh took hold of both horns and gently steered Prospero’s lips back to his dickhead. The cape buffalo whined and went back to sucking. “We’re never gonna find that chrysanthemunemum at this rate.”
“Lady Rataxes won’t care, as long as she gets her hot buttered honey tarts,” Jake grunted. “This is funner than any old stuffy reception anyway.”
Tersh couldn’t agree more.
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