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The old bear slept like a happy bear who'd got his paws in the biggest honeypot. His big brawny arms were wrapped around the wispy, feminine coyote who lay next to him.

Kyle was still awake. He nuzzled his big papa bear, "Shermy? Papa Bear?" He whispered.

The bear was dug in like a big fat tick.

Kyle wiggled himself out of his lover's grasp.

The room they'd rented had a quaint little restroom. The coyote's cute butt swayed as he went on in and relieved himself.

Being a fraction of a female meant he had to sit down to pee, but the coyote always took that in stride. When he was done he wiped his slit then he got up to clean his paws in the sink. There he took the time to look at himself in the bathroom mirror. He saw his delicate features, his rounded muzzle and high cheekbones. He could see why anyone would mistake him for female, and considering what he had downstairs, he'd almost agree. His attention then went to his right ear, what was left of it. Just the hole for his ear was what remained and considering he'd had a rifle shot tear through his face, it's a miracle he wasn't also deaf on that side.

His one ear rotated suddenly when he heard someone come in. He turned off the bathroom light then hid before he would be discovered.

The hitman, an otter in a ski mask, crept in with a silenced 1911. He saw his quarry, big naked bear sleeping on the bed. He cocked his gun when something struck his face. His gun went off as some flatchested coyote bitch had come right out of nowhere to try to wrestle it away from him.

Kyle called desperately, "Papa Bear!"

The otter caught Kyle with an elbow to his gut then suddenly a great meaty bear paw came down on him.

An enraged Sherman threw the otter across the room. "Can't a guy get a decent night o' sleep without somebody tryin' to kill 'im?"

The otter pointed his gun up.

Sherman caught him then snapped his wrist like a twig.

The otter screamed and cried as he dropped his weapon.

The big angry bear ripped the ski mask off of his would-be attacker's head, "Where is Sarge?!"

The otter didn't say.

Sherman showed his great bonecrushing fangs to the otter, "Old bloodhound, about my size, but a little older than me, you don't know him?"

The otter shook his head, "N-no... I work for Dusty... Over in Terran Town!"

The bear grimaced, "Terran..."

Suddenly, there were heavy footsteps coming there way.

The bear groaned, then shouted, "Kyle, get down, put your hands up!"

The coyote did so while the bear did the same, putting his paws against the wall while the otter stared dumbfounded.

City guards came in, "Everybody stand down! We've heard complaints of noise and fighting coming from up here!"

The otter squeaked helplessly then threw his paws up, even while one dangled uselessly.

Sherman calmly explained to the officers, "This hired gun came into our room to assassinate me. My friend there defended me then I was able to fight him off, and that's that!"

The commanding officer on the scene nodded quickly, "Okay, everyone in here is under arrest until we can get things sorted out, just for precaution."

...

Later, Sherman was sitting in the Ratten guard building in an interrogation room. The bear had been allowed to put on a pair of pants, but otherwise he was half-dressed.

"Like I told the other officer, that otter came into our room, when I was sleeping, when my lover was in the bathroom, and we had to defend ourselves."

The interrogator was a big black rat. He listened patiently, "I'm hearing everything, Mr. Costas. What has me confused is why? Some old drifter like you?"

Sherman grumbled, "I'm ex-military, served in the big one, good sir. One o' my old buddies has a score... Can't tell you why, I don't even know. What I do know is someone in Terran Town sent that otter here for me."

The rat scratched his whiskers, "Terran Town... That place has certainly expanded in its occupancy over the years. They're nearly as big as Gold City now. I hear their new mayor is making great changes over there, they'd even renamed the place in his honor."

Sherman grumbled, "I hadn't even heard of the place until last night, who is this mayor?"

The rat shrugged, "I wouldn't know, I've been here in this stronghold most of my life, have no real reason to travel to those other towns."

Sherman was becoming impatient, "So, do I go now? It's pretty clear I'd attacked in self-defense."

The rat shook his head, "No, unfortunately, that is not the only reason you are being detained." A charter was passed to the rat by one of his subordinates, "You are the driver of the M1 Abrams tank from last night yes?"

Sherman nodded, "Yes, that's my Darla. You haven't done nothin' to my old girl have you?"

The rat shook his head, "No... Your tank is fine but we did find a cooler filled with meat which was quickly found to have been a sentient furre... Like you and me."

Sherman groaned, "The fox..."

The rat nodded, "Can you explain yourself on this one?"

"Another assassin, just like that otter, likely sent by the same asshole in this Terran Town place."

The rat whistled, "Someone there must really hate you then."

Sherman kept going, "He crept up on me, but I killed him, then I cooked and ate him. No point in wasting meat when you can get it right?"

The rat shrugged, "I'd like to say I believe you, you don't seem like someone who would just lie, but then I also need to uphold the law in this stronghold." He sighed, "If you were in my place, what would you do?"

Sherman leaned forward, "I'd let me go... If this asshole realizes sending just one guy at a time isn't gonna cut it, he'll likely start sending more until he gets me... You don't want that collateral damage on your head now do you?"

The rat thought about it, "No..."

...

Kyle sat in a cell, not his first time in a jail cell, but unlike Sherman, he hadn't even been allowed the courtesy of getting dressed first. They dragged him straight here and put his naked ass into this cold isolated block.

Inmates who saw him, saw that he had a pussy between his legs made catcalls to him saying things they'd do if they could get to him.

Kyle was mostly flattered.

Across from him, locked up in chains was the otter. The otter had been given medical attention for his broken wrist, he had bandages wrapped all the way around it.

The failed assassin looked purely ashamed for his rookie failure.

Kyle almost felt bad for him.

Keys hit the lock on the cell door.

An officer stepped in, "You... The flatchested woman... You and your boyfriend are free to go... On the condition that you both are out of Ratten within the next 24 hours."

Kyle got up, "Th-thank you, we'll be out before you can even blink!"

The officer removed the coyote's cuffs then escorted him out.

The otter shouted, "Hey, what about me?"

The officer scoffed, "You? We've got you on break-in and attempted murder, you're going on the long haul, dumbass!"

The otter gulped, "Dammit..."

Kyle still felt sorry for him but, better him, he thought.

The guard closed the cell door then locked it.

The otter sat there in utter shame, "God damn it!" He sniffed, he wouldn't make it in prison. He probably wouldn't even make it to prison, his employer had ways of dealing with failures. Some more immediate.

The otter delved into his pockets. They'd confiscated most of his belongings, but they hadn't found his secret stash. He unraveled one of his pockets and a little anonymous white capsule fell into his lap. Tears came to his eyes as he scooped the pill in cuffed paws. He whispered a prayer to himself trying to will himself into letting it happen. At least this way, he wouldn't suffer.

At the last moment, before he went through with it, the cell door swung open.

"Good news... It seems someone actually cared."

The otter hid his cyanide capsule, "What?"

"Someone's paid to have you on as an indentured servant, so you don't go to prison, but you still must serve your time working for this person now."

The otter gulped, "Servant?" He'd rather be dead, but if someone cared enough to actually pay that much for him, who was he to disappoint them?

...

The otter was led out through the bright hallways while inmates called out to him, saying how they'd ream his tight weasel ass. He dreaded that thought. He wasn't homophobic, quite the opposite really, but rape was still rape.

The otter was given back much of his belongings, not his weapons though. Those were now property of the guard station.

A guard uncuffed the otter then none too gently pushed the young ex-assassin out the front door. "Your new owner's right in front of you. Stay out of trouble!" said the guard before shutting the station doors.

The otter looked ahead, then felt he might have been better locked up back in there. He saw that big, nasty old bear walking right up to him with that skinny flatchested coyote.

Sherman gave an indifferent look to the young fool, "Kyle here convinced me to let you come along. So you got him to thank." Then he walked off while Kyle stayed behind.

The wispy coyote walked up to the similarly thin otter then suddenly gave him a hug. He giggled, "After all that mopin' you were doin' in there, I really wanted to give you a hug. Well, you're with us now, come on, I'll protect you from mean old Papa Bear." He gave the otter an affectionate peck on his left cheek then walked on ahead.

The otter felt something of his rise after such an intimate encounter. He took a breath then began to follow his new... friends?

...

Sherman saw his precious Darla sitting in the station's impound lot. He already had to pay for that otter, so he hoped he'd have enough to get his tank and equipment back.

He paid the impound officer, "It's the big one out there."

The rat on duty looked at the bear through mirrored shades, "Right, you're the tank. We've confiscated your weapons, everything else is where you left it."

Sherman leaned forward, "But I'm a hunter, I need my weapons."

The rat sucked on a lollipop, "Not my problem."

Kyle put a calming paw on his friend's arm, "Easy, Shermy." He spoke to the officer, "Officer, those weapons are more than just our livelihood, they've got sentimental value to Sherman. Won't you do an old war veteran a solid?"

The rat still sucked on his lollipop, "Sorry, can't do it. Shouldn't have been carrying that fox's remains. If it were up to me, I'd have kept you locked up, murder's murder to me now matter how you spin it, just consider yourself lucky."

Kyle kissed his big angry friend's bicep, "Well, at least we tried, Sherman."

The bear calmed down, "Alright... Just give us Darla and we'll be outta here."

...

"You have a tank?"

The otter was suddenly much more excited when he saw the big vehicle covered in desert camouflage.

Sherman was pleased by the otter's response, "Yep, that's my Darla. We've gotta stop to get more fuel for her, though." He climbed up on his old lady then popped open the hatch, "Come on!" He dropped down inside.

Kyle giggled, "This is why I get up in the morning!" He climbed up after his boyfriend.

The otter needed help up though since one of his wrists was currently wrapped in a splint.

Sherman helped him up, "Come on!"

Once all three were inside, Sherman made a quick search to check that everything was still in place. His weapons were gone, a pity because he'd paid a good fortune for those and had many long happy years with them. But he still had his rug, his christmas lights, his little fan and his faded calendar. He turned on the ignition then they were out of there.

...

Meanwhile, in Terran Town, the mayor was having a "private meeting" with a male prostitute he'd pulled off the street while making his way around his growing city.

The middle-aged queer moaned and hissed as he humped the young, thin mouse prostitute with all the force of a good army vet. His long forked tongue lapped up the mouse's sweat while they fucked.

The mouse squeaked while the mayor used him.

"Yes... Yeah..." He moaned for the lizard.

Terran forced a kiss with the mouse. The lizard's long whiplike tail lashed at some window blinds as he released in the mouse's tight little anus.

Suddenly, the coyote, Dusty came in to the office, "Mr. Terran- Oh Jesus!" He covered his eyes once he saw the fat lizard naked and stuffed into a boyish mouse's rear, "Don't ya got a room for that shit, Boss?"

The monitor hissed teasingly, "Don't act like you don't want this, Dusty."

The homophobic coyote tried to ignore the scene before him, "Yeah, no! Another of our guys hasn't come back from dealing with this Oso... I think it's time we stepped our game. It's only a matter of time before he figures out where these hits are coming from."

Terran groaned, "Then get on it, and leave."

The coyote walked out in thinly veiled disgust.

Terran pulled out his right hemi, "Ah... That was nice." He petted the mouse's pert rear. "Now it's lefty's turn." He stuck his left hemipenis into the mouse's snug rectum, then began again the humping as that mouse started to cum all over his mayoral desk.

Terran giggled, "Don't worry, I'll lick it up after we're finished."

...

Somewhere out in the desert, three broken misfits had made camp.

The otter had been bashful once he watched his two new companions dress down after they'd finished setting up camp.

Sherman stood proud letting the hot desert wind blow over his dangling bits.

Kyle sat by the newly constructed campfire looking at himself in a little mirror, "Shermy, do you think I should let my hair grow long?"

Sherman scratched his bare genitals, "What for?"

The coyote fluttered his eyelashes at his friend, "Just to complete the female look. Everyone we met apparently thinks I make a pretty lady, so what the heck?"

Sherman sat down with his wispy friend and played with the coyote's already shoulder-length dark brown hair, "I think you'd make a damn fine woman, Kyle." He kissed the coyote on his forehead.

The otter stood there, still in his regular clothes almost embarrassed to be around a couple of lovebirds, though that coyote was plenty cute to look at.

Sherman and Kyle had moved on to a full liplock by then. Kyle found himself embracing his feminine side more as he increasingly got more comfortable with his Papa Bear. He played with the bears pecs and he pinched his erecting nipples.

When the kiss broke Kyle leaned his head on the bear's chest, "How does a girl like me end up with a man as sweet as you?"

Sherman joked, "You forgot already? You tried to rob me and I had to kick yer ass!"

Kyle giggled, "Oh yeah... You nearly broke my nose you brute!" He looked behind his Papa Bear and saw the otter, "Hey there! You can come sit with us, we don't bite, least I don't." He kissed the bear again.

The otter gulped, "No, no I don't want to impose..."

Sherman interrupted the bashful otter, "It's no imposition... Now strip down to your goodies and come sit with us. We promise we won't touch ya if you don't want it."

The otter gulped again, "O-okay..." He took a breath then he undressed himself out of his dense black sweater and khaki pants. Soon he was naked, his uncut ott-cock being tickled by the desert air.

He sat down with the pair then a big burly bear arm wrapped around him then pulled the otter against Sherman's sweaty pecs.

Kyle giggled, legs shamelessly spread to show off his lady bits, "There now, was that so bad?"

The otter felt his cock grow hard just from being held by this big strong bear. He began to rub his small round head against the bear's chest.

Sherman reached over and soon he had the otter's length in his grasp, "That's a nice size."

The otter churred, "Yours is nicer, bigger too." He touched the bear's cock which was still flaccid but still felt so thick.

Sherman smirked, "You're warming up fast, you got a name?"

The otter looked up, "I'm G-Gill."

"Gill?"

The otter nodded, "Yeah, short for Gillian." He continued to stroke the bear's cock with no second thought, "Oso..."

"Sherman..."

He looked up.

The bear gave a stern look, "Oso is my army name, I'm just Sherman to you."

Gill felt sheepish now, "Sherman... Can I suck your cock?"

The bear grinned, "Pretty straightforward for such a shy little fucker ain't ya?"

Gill blushed, "I... I've always wanted a big boyfriend like you. My boss, Dusty, he's big, strong and handsome and a real homophobe. He gets offended if he just sees two guys kissing, but he's got no problem when two bitches do it."

Sherman listened to him while his bear cock grew hard to the otter's teasing, "Who is Dusty?"

Gill explained while mesmerized by the throbbing redness slipping out of Sherman's foreskin, "Dusty is my commander, my superior. I'd joined him and his mercenaries over a year ago... Because I wanted to be useful for once and because I wanted the chance to be around a bunch of big, muscle-y men. Some of them weren't as close-minded... They let me practice on 'em... I sucked all their dicks, took it up the rear from some of 'em too..." his ott-cock was leaking pre now, "even jacked off to the captain when he was in the shower, or when he had lady friends in his private bunk." He absentmindedly started licking Sherman's glans.

The bear growled softly, "Sounds like you've lived a lot for just one year."

The otter kept peppering the bear dick with little kisses, "I did. I'd made a few friends with some of those guys, even while Dusty tried to act like he was above us all." He snickered, "Last night was my first real job, I wasn't gonna be a rookie anymore. Now hear I am sucking the dick of a guy I was supposed to kill." He kissed Sherman's dick directly over his cumslit.

Kyle had crept in closer while Gill gave his little life story over his boyfriend's cock. The coyote leaned in then started licking the bear dick with the otter.

Gill blinked from the intrusion then he began to playfully complete with the cuntboy in licking this musky bear cock.

Sherman's eyes rolled up and he struggled to stay sitting up while two hot tongues lashed his dick.

The both of them licked furiously, tasting each others' tongues in between tasting Shermy's essence.

Kyle went further and began kissing Gill at random intervals.

The pair were soon kissing with Sherman's cock between the both of them.

The bear couldn't last much longer. With a truly guttural growl, his hot bear sperm exploded out of his urethra and painted the faces of his two young lovers.

Both swallowed what they could get but they let their papa bear spray his offspring all over them.

Sherman passed out from that intense orgasm, falling asleep right on the desert floor.

While he was out, Kyle pulled Gill a fair distance away.

...

When they were alone, Kyle began to kiss Gill more directly.

Gill wasn't kidding when he'd said he wanted a boyfriend who was much bigger than him, but the enthusiasm Kyle showed won him over quickly.

He began to grope the wispy coyote while Kyle did the same.

Kyle held the otter's uncut malehood and he stroked the otter, moving lower so he could juggle his ott-tots too.

Gill repeated all the same motions until he felt Kyle's puffy vulva.

Kyle opened his legs more so Gill could explore.

The otter felt it, "Wow..."

Kyle smiled, "Do you like it, or am I all grody for the little size queen?"

Gill blushed, "I'm not a size queen, I said I like the big buff... Well yeah. Sherman gets to fuck this every night, huh?" He tickled Kyle's puffy vulva.

Kyle moaned, "And you too, if you'd like, Gill."

The otter gulped, "I..."

Kyle held the otter with a pleasant smile on his cute face, "Gill, have you ever had a female before?"

The otter frowned, "A few... The guys told me it would make Dusty more comfortable to know I was fucking something other than his mercs. They took me to some bars, picked up some random bitches and they'd take them all to the barracks. Eventually, one would get me to... So I have had straight sex, sure... But I never enjoyed it. A girl would ride me or I'd ride her, I'd cum into a condom, then she'd go off and fuck one of the bigger guys while I lay in shame. I... I really prefer guys."

Kyle hugged him, "Thank you for being honest." He kissed Gill.

The otter kissed him back, still fingering that vulva as it got wetter around his digits.

Kyle broke the kiss, "Would you like a try with me?"

Gill looked at it. It looked very much like those other girls, but the body was still that of a male. This person was also a coyote so it was like a skinny, female version of Dusty. He finally answered, "I'll try."

Kyle kissed him again, "Godspeed." then he leaned back to display his full naked body more openly to the otter.

Gill looked Kyle over, he saw the shaggy brown coat which covered the canine's body, he saw the dark nipples lining his body like little chocolate chips, he saw the carefully trimmed bush that framed Kyle's lips.

Kyle's tail wagged while he waited, "Anytime you wanna do this, unless you're having second thoughts."

Gill almost wanted to cry, "How are you so nice to me? I tried to kill you last night and now... This."

Kyle sighed, "You want the honest truth?"

Gill nodded, while he also began to play with the coyote's doggie nips.

Kyle explained, "The truth is, this morning as you were sitting there across from me, looking all sad... You reminded me of myself."

Gill looked at him, "I did?"

Kyle nodded while also guiding with his fingers to show the otter which nipples were especially sensitive, "Right now, I'm maybe 22 years old, and I've been alone since I was 15, since my whole family was taken from me by bandits. I wandered the earth just hating myself for not being able to defend them. I'd get by, prostituting myself to random guys. Seeing you there in that jail cell, reminded me of the first time I'd been locked up for turning tricks. I thought that was rock bottom for me. I had no one to come get me, no one to help me. When I saw you there, I thought, I should give you what I could've used... A helping hand."

Gill had by now begun to lap gently at the coyote's nipples, making Kyle yip cutely. He looked up at his friend, "You really wanted to help me?"

Kyle smiled, "Yeah." He reached downward and he pulled Gill forth until the otter was right on top of him now. He held him there, "There we go... How's that?" He ground his pussy against Gill's hard cock.

The otter gulped at how quickly Kyle had propelled him into this. He felt the pussy grind him. It just reminded him of those other bitches.

Kyle kissed Gill, "This is your last chance... You can back out now, but once you've got that thing in me, I am not letting go until one of us here has an orgasm."

Gill felt really out of place right now. "I..." He backed off at the last moment, "I can't... I just don't like it."

Kyle sighed, "That's okay... Sorry I pushed it so hard, but sometimes the best therapy is just to throw the kid in the pond then hope he figures out how to swim."

Gill sighed, "It's too gross... I'm sorry but it's not for me." He got up then he went back to the camp, the mood deftly killed now.

Kyle stayed behind, "Smooth move, Kylie..."

Gill sat there by Sherman who was fast asleep now. The otter sniffed before he broke down into tears.

...

Meanwhile, in Terran Town, Sarge was sitting in his favorite spot at his favorite bar. He was playing solitaire again when someone suddenly sat at his table and messed up his cards.

The bloodhound started to growl before he looked up. "Dusty..."

The coyote smirked at the old dog, "Your Oso has knocked off another one of my men, Sarge... Terran's losing his patience and frankly so am I. I'm calling in the big guns now and I need your expertise as you clearly know more about this fucker."

Sarge shrugged, "Of course I know, I trained with him, just like I trained Terran when we were all in the army together. Oso is a trained killer, just like me, just like you, except he's been doing this for a lot longer than you. He's also a fuckin' bear, so what did you expect?"

Dusty leaned in, "I still think there's more... Something you're not telling me. Like contacts... A guy like him, has gotta have something he cares about."

Sarge narrowed his eyes at him, "I don't like where this is goin', and if you're thinkin' what I think you're thinkin' you better fuckin' stop. If you really want Oso on your bad side, then keep on, but I'm suggestin' you don't, if you'd like to see your next birthday."

Dusty spilled Sarge's beer, "Birthdays are for kids. I just need that fuckin' bear and I need his fuckin' head hanging from my wall."

Sarge grumbled, "Your funeral..." He got up and against his better judgment, he passed a photo to the coyote, "I'm off to my own funeral once Oso figures it's me that gave you this, but this girl... He'd blaze miles for her." He pulled himself out of his seat then he limped his way out.

Dusty looked at the photo, a phone number and address written on the back. It was a sow, a female bear, posing naked and smiling at the camera with her womanhood barely concealed. Dusty had a thing for plump women. Scribbled on the corner it read, "To Shermy from Darla."