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In the quiet rolling hills of the Ivydale Glen, a lone merchant and his cart trundled along, passing unnoticed through various monsters and soldiers from faraway lands. Falana was at war, but for this merchant, there were plenty of other things to do that required his attention. He was no fighter; there was no sense in getting involved. He'd much rather sell his wares from the sidelines to aid those in battle.

He pulled his cart to a stop by a vast tree and settled himself down against its thick trunk, pulling a vial of clear water from his cart and popping the cork from the top. He sipped and rolled his head back, watching the clear blue skies above, feeling the grass and dirt beneath his feet. It was peaceful today, especially in the glen, though it likely wasn't peaceful elsewhere. He hoped that peace might eventually be restored one day.

Above him, hiding amongst the branches of the tree, a young Nimbat curled itself around a branch, watching the merchant below. Nimbats were a peculiar species of small creatures, barely 1 foot tall, with small bat-like wings on an otherwise furred body. Most are typically spritely and playful, and this Nimbat was no exception: he watched with wide eyes as the merchant began to bow his head to rest, and saw an opportunity to take some of the merchants wares. Stealing was wrong, but starving was worse.

He swooped down, fluttering in the air with his tiny wings as he slipped under the tarp that covered the main area of the cart, crawling inside. He fumbled on his hands and knees until he found a succulent ripe fruit hidden away at the back. He settled in and took a bit out of it, enjoy it's sweet, rich taste and relishing the way it filled his belly. He sat there for a little while, chewing and eating the fruit that was roughly the size of his torso, until his stomach could take no more. When he was full, the Nimbat grew curious, and began moving around the interior of the cart, looking at the merchant's wares.

He stopped when his eyes laid on a glittering vial, the liquid inside churning with a peculiar magical essence. He was curious to find out exactly what it was. His mind conjured many options until he settled on one he believed to be true: if he drank this, his magic would get stronger. The more he thought about it, the more he believed it: after all, the potion looked magical enough, so why wouldn't it make him more powerful in return?

He climbed up, tugging hard on the cork on the top of the bottle, until it finally popped free. He grasped the lip of the vial and angled it backwards, teetering the potion so he could get into it. When the liquid finally touched his lips, he quickly gulped it down, drinking as much as he could on top of what he'd already ate. He wiped his mouth, satisfied, and sat down, waiting for the inevitable power to flow through him.

Unfortunately for him, something else occurred, something that he would eventually come to regret. Everything seemed to grow smaller before his eyes at first, and he wondered if his power so was strong that he could shrink a wooden cart, and it's contents. He quickly realised that it wasn't the cart getting smaller, but him getting larger. He stared down at himself in surprise and let out a wail of terror as he grew bigger and bigger, pushing up against the tarp until it inevitably ripped from the wooden cart, startling the merchant and causing him to wake up.

The merchant watched with an mildly irritated expression as the Nimbat swelled about 4 times it's normal size, ending up being about 4 foot tall. The Nimbat surprisingly still had similar fur makings and all the correct limbs: it simply made him larger. Slowly, the merchant got to his feet as the Nimbat whirled around an saw him. The creature staggered on the cart and tripped, falling over the side.

"Now, this is an interesting predicament." The merchant stared down at the thief, and the Nimbat's eyes bulged at the sight of the man's glowing eyes, a scared squeak coming from it's lips. The merchant swept a glance over the Nimbat's body: it bore a mixture of grey and black fur in some interesting patterns, with a pristine white muzzle and underbelly that travelled along the underside of it's tail. Even it's hands and feet ended in the same white fur. It was cute.

"It seems you've delved into my potion supply..." The merchant briefly cast his gaze over the cart. "...And ate some of my goods. And ruined my tarp."

"I-I'm sorry, sir, I..." The Nimbat began anxiously, ears folding down towards his head.

"Didn't meant to get caught?" The merchant finished his sentence for him. "Well, you did. I suppose now you'll have to pay for the goods you've ruined, wont you?"

"B-But, I don't have any money...!" The Nimbat began, much to the merchant's delight. He squatted down and cupped a hand under the Nimbat's chin, making the creature whimper.

"What is your name?" The merchant demanded in a tone dripping with authority.

"M...Mani, sir." The Nimbat awkwardly reply, wondering what the merchant was going to do to him. To fear for his life was perhaps a bit of an overreaction, but to fear punishment was normal.

"I'm Sereth," The merchant replied, slowly straightening himself up. "And this is how you're going to repay me."

Sereth reached down and parted his robes from around his crotch. Almost immediately, a half-hard member swung into view, stunningly hung and aching for attention. Mani's eyes widened at the sight of such an impressive tool, watching the way it twitched and pulsed at him, the head swelling, the foreskin rolled over the edge of it's humanoid head. He hadn't expected this.

"Go on." Sereth was inpatient, reaching out and grasping the tuft of fur on the Nimbat's head, pulling him towards his member. Mani instinctively angling his head to the side and felt the almost scolding warmth of the cock sliding against his cheek, gently pulsing against his fur. Mani gulped nervously and reached up, grasping along the underside of the member and feeling it stiffen against his touch. He wondered if the merchant only wanted this because it had been so long, or maybe he was just being malicious. In either case, Mani knew what he had to do, and it was becoming clear that he couldn't refuse.

"I've never..." The Nimbat began, and Sereth continued to stare down at him with those same glowing eyes, lidded over slightly. The hand remained steady on the Nimbat's head, and Mani quickly got the message. He leant his head back and pressed his lips to the tip of the member, feeling it immediately throb against his touch, hearing Sereth groan in delight. As he sunk his head down, the fingers against his fur curled and gripped, and he felt the cock grow larger.

Mani knew he couldn't fit the entire length into his mouth: the cock was nearing a good 11 inches now, and he knew he'd only be able to take half of that, at most. He slid his tongue along the underside of the member, worming up and around to coat what he could in saliva and save the merchant the discomfort of his skin catching on anything in the Nimbat's mouth. The head of the cock glided across the roof of his mouth and towards the back of his throat, and Mani felt the secretion of the merchant's pre-cum, a tasteless dollop of sticky ooze that he was forced to swallow down, feeling it clinging to his throat as it went.

"Mmh, yes..." Sereth seemed quite happy with what Mani was doing at the moment, but it soon became clear that he wanted more than the Nimbat could willingly give. He uncurled his fingers, sliding his palm forwards until it cupped the back of Mani's head. He forced him down, shoving his thick, pulsing cock into the Nimbat's mouth, until the tip probed the back of his throat, threatening to push down. Mani planted his hands on Sereth's hips and tried to push back away from him, his eyes wide with surprise, but Sereth knew what he wanted, and he was going to get it.

The merchant exerted some strength and pushed down, hard, thrusting his hips up against the Nimbat's mouth until his cock travelled further down, penetrating the Nimbat's throat and sinking lower until Mani's nose bumped with Sereth's pelvis. The Nimbat was hit with the faint scent of sweat and musk, and his hands gripped tightly to the merchants hips, trying desperately to pull back. His throat clenched and gagged and he struggled to breathe, no air filling his lungs. He could feel the member's warm pulsing, stretching his throat out and oozing pre-cum down into his stomach.

With that, Sereth tugged back and began to thrust into the Nimbat's mouth, his hand forcing the creature down around his cock as his hips jutted forward to push against his mouth. His cock slid in and out of his throat with abandon, caring little for the Nimbat's safety. Mani desperately held on as tight as he could, barely able to suck in a single gulp of air as the Moonblood relentlessly assaulted his mouth, thrusting harder and harder with each passing second. He felt the merchant's balls smacking up against his chin, bumping his pelvis against his snout, forcing his member down into Mani's throat, over and over.

With every other thrust, the merchant groaned, rolling his head back, his eyelids fluttering. It had been so long since he'd partook in any sort of pleasures like this that he'd almost forgotten how good it felt, how warm the feeling of a mouth was around one's cock. There was certainly more he wanted to do with Mani before he gave him the antidote for his predicament, but for now, he was enjoying the Nimbat's mouth. Each thrust grew wetter than the last, aided with spittle and pre-cum, the sordid fluids causing a wet, sticky sound to fill with the air, accompanied by muffled whimpers and pleasurable panting.

The more he thrust, the closer he grew to orgasm, and part of him didn't want to finish yet. There was still so much to explore with the lithe, attractive Nimbat and it's reasonably thick hips. He didn't want to pass up the opportunity to explore Mani to his fullest, especially whilst he was in this state. Much to his disappointment, he pulled back for now, sliding his member from the Nimbat's throat. Mani sucked in a gulp of air and violently coughed, keeling over a little and gasping for breath. He was glad the merchant stopped, else he might have passed out.

"We're not done yet, little Nimbat." The merchant assured him. Sereth grasped Mani's arm, lifting him to his feet and dragging him over towards the cart, where the tarp had ripped away to reveal the contents within. It was only now that Mani realised he sold a number of other wares that he hadn't seen in the darkness under the tarp: rings and weapons littered the base of the cart, stacked underneath potions and fruits. Mani didn't get much time to gawk, for the merchant manhandled him, whirling him around and pushing him firmly so that he toppled backwards onto the cart's contents, surprisingly landing on a fairly round shield. The cool wood and metal pressed to his feet and he felt a creak as his weight was added to the cart's contents. He was about to open his mouth in protest, but quickly clamped it shut when he saw Sereth grabbing his ankles and spreading them apart.

The merchant's eyes danced down the Nimbat's body until his gaze met with the creature's fuzzy balls and humanoid member and sat between his legs, half-hard and flopped against his stomach. He was momentarily amused as his gaze travelled further down, following the plump line of his taint until it met with the tender, likely virgin pucker that was hidden just above his tail. Mani's tail was rather large and thick, but it's lack of long fur didn't hide his hole from Sereth's sight.

"You're not gonna...?" Mani began anxiously, meeting the merchant's gaze. Despite his glowing eyes, he caught a sense of wickedness in his stare, and that was enough to answer his question. He wriggled and writhed in an attempt to get up, but being unable to use his legs made it difficult. The most he could do was proper himself up on his hands and protest, though Sereth ignored him.

"You can't! I've never...you know." The Nimbat's cheeks burned with embarrassment and Sereth bumped his hips forward, letting the thick length of his cock slide up past the Nimbat's taint and push against his balls, swinging to the right and pulsing against his inner thigh.

"First time for everything." Sereth grinned to himself as he yanked his hips back, briefly letting go of one of Mani's ankles so he could grasp the base of his member and angle it where it needed to go. Mani fought against him, using his free paw to try and kick the merchant in the side, but he had little room to put force into his attacks, resulting in feeble kicks of his three-toed paw against the merchant's chest. He whimpered as Sereth smeared the head of his cock against the Nimbat's pucker, oozing pre-cum against his hole, before he pushed forwards and forced himself against Mani's behind. He felt the pucker resist him as first, before the muscles inevitably gave way and stretched around his member. The head was swallowed up in a matter of moments, but there was still more to follow.

Mani let out a cry of discomfort, squirming against Sereth as the member was forced into his behind. Sereth let go of his cock with his hand, returning it to the Nimbat's ankle and making sure he was well and truly spread. Mani kept himself propped up on his hands, a little whimper escaping his lips, his lower lip trembling as the member sunk deeper and deeper. His insides spasmed and squeezed as hard as they could, trying to force the merchant out, but Sereth was determined to get what he wanted.

He thrust his hips forwards rather suddenly, sinking his member into Mani's behind by a good few inches. The cock pushed firmly up against the Nimbat's prostate, making Mani's insides spasm suddenly. His cheeks flushed and his toes curled: he hated it, but the pleasure was sickening, the discomfort dulled by the addictive sensations. Sereth let out a pleasured sigh and tugged the Nimbat a little closer, spreading his own legs apart.

He tugged back and began to thrust. There was no gentleness behind his love-making now: he was in this to cum, not to make the Nimbat feel good. His cock slid back and he rammed himself into Mani's behind, aided by his own pre-cum and the now drying spittle on his cock. The cart creaked with every thrust, accompanied by Mani's quiet pained grunts, his harsh breaths and Sereth's own panting. His hips swung back and forth, sliding his cock into the Nimbat's behind by a good number of inches, almost to the base, before tugging back and thrusting against.

His thrusts were rapid and passionate, his balls slapping firmly against Mani's behind. The Nimbat's cock throbbed weakly against his stomach, stimulated by the merchant's cock against his prostate, the pleasure shooting up his spine and making him whimper in a mixture of pleasure and pain. The merchant was stretching him far beyond his limits, his thrusts relentless.

The merchant changed tact, letting go of the Nimbat's ankles and reaching down to grasp his hips, tugging him closer until his own pelvis met with the Nimbat's behind. Mani let out a grunt and rolled his head back, feeling every inch of Sereth's cock inside him, every pulse that stretching his asshole. The merchant began again, pounding into Mani's behind, each thrust wetter than the last. Soon enough, the sloppy sounds of their wet, pre-cum-soaked sex filled the air along with the cart's incessant creaking.

Sereth began to grunt and pant in delight, nearing his peak. He knew he couldn't last much longer, but that was fine by him. He bowed his head dow nand traced his silhouetted lips against Mani's neck, nipping him with his sharp teeth as he huffed hot breaths against his fur, thrusting hard and fast. Mani began to whimper against him, feeling a pressure in his loins like no other.

"S-Shit..." The Nimbat whimpered and suddenly felt himself orgasming, thick spurts of cum shooting from the end of his half-limp member and splattering across the contents of the cart to his right, arcing thick ropes of gooey cum across fruit and potions. Each throb of his member was accompanied by the tight squeezing of his insides, clenching down around the merchant's cock. That was all Sereth needed to reach his own climax.

A groan escaped Sereth's lips and he thrust forwards one last time, sinking himself in as far as he could go, his fingers digging in against the Nimbat's hips. His member throbbed and spurted thick, gooey ropes right into Mani's backside, coating his cock in sticky seed and seeping out with each. His cock bulged against the Nimbat's stomach, each throb visible against his flesh. The cum leaked and dropped form Mani's behind onto the grass below. The creaking of the cart stopped, and all that was left was their quiet panting and the heavy scent of sex and sweat.

The merchant slowly pulled back, sliding his member inch by inch from the Nimbat's behind, until the head popped from the tight ass and cum leaked from Mani's behind, dripping down. Mani gulped, his mouth dry, his cheeks flushed. He'd never felt such pleasure in his life. He spotted Sereth's gaze, his lidded, amused expression, the half-hard cock swinging in view.

"Consider your debt repaid...sort of," Sereth's gaze flicked to his stained goods. "You made quite the mess."

"I...sorry." The Nimbat didn't quite know what to say, feeling his cheeks redden further. He was a little embarrassed.

"Well, regardless..." Sereth stepped across the grass, letting his cock swing out in the open, just to tease the creature. "Here."

He handed the Nimbat a potion, similar to the one he'd previously drank, though it bore a different colour. He shot the merchant a puzzled expression, but all Sereth did was silent gesture for him to drink. The Nimbat curiously did as he was told and gulped some of the fluid down. In a matter of moments, he began to shrink, until he was back to his original size as if nothing had happened. Even the cum shrunk with him, which was a conundrum in itself.

"Now you're free to go." Sereth assured him, and the Nimbat hesitated, sitting on the edge of the cart.

"I mean...I still need to repay you for...that." His gaze flicked to the goods that were strewn with chum. Sereth smirked.

"Alright then. You can accompany me, for a time." He suggested.

He had a feeling that the Nimbat wanted more than a little company now, judging by his pleasant grin. Perhaps Sereth could use a companion himself. With a gesture, he scooped up the tarp and laid it over his goods, grasping the cart handles and trundling it along to his next destination, with his new friend in tow.