FSE

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There was something oddly intimate about inviting someone into his workplace when they didn't know what it was all about. Obie's Curiosity Cafe was the place the possum brought all his many trinkets and treasures for the consideration of others - over a cup of bubble tea or a fresh muffin, if they wished. The hidden nook didn't exactly make for a lot of street traffic, but that suited him just fine. It meant he could wear anything he wanted - and there were just so many things he wanted to wear, on any given day.

The colder day meant he could keep himself concealed under one of his usual long coats on the way to work. Once there, he pushed his own self-imposed decency rules a little just so he could feel pretty in purple and black, wrapped up in a pair of stockings that matched the warmers above, along with a top that was little more than a strap and some fishnets. Yet he felt awfully shy standing there in a particularly suggestive leather skirt that barely hid the lower curve of his finely-shaped rear, along with all the many accessories that made the braided boy the girly little cowboy he was. Such an outfit wasn't exactly business casual. It was probably fine.

It was going to have to be if he was going to make a single cent for the rest of the day. The point-of-sale system was being a real POS, so to speak. Obie's talents were in dangerous adventures in forgotten places and charming customer service, not the technical side of things. When he heard the thud of a van door outside his cozy shop, he found himself jumping to attention, doing his best to prepare himself and look decent, despite the stripperesque outfit. A quick brush of his hair, a tug of his braids to make sure they were draped over his chest the way he liked, and he felt like he was ready to talk to someone outside his usual clientele. Until he saw who he was dealing with.

Squirrel or otter? Maybe both. The big guy squeezed his way down the rather narrow staircase leading down to Obie's shop, immediately making the whole room look undersized with his arrival. Anyone who wasn't in the know might have assumed that the inconspicuous entrance led to some basement storage area or boiler room, but that was Obie's own little hovel. Those who knew, knew. The squirrel-otter on the other hand seemed briefly out of his element in such unusual surroundings, with all manner of strange collections and treasures lined up all around him. Some of them were probably cursed.

Still, he was professional enough to look over at the girly possum and give no visible reaction to his state of dress. Obie was almost disappointed. That quickly went away when the tech actually addressed him.

"Afternoon, ma'am. You're havin' trouble with your sales system I hear?"

Ah, ma'am! Obie wasn't sure if that was just a tease or not. He wasn't exactly hiding his trim chest, but those hips had a way of convincing people otherwise whether he meant to or not. Not to mention he was wearing a skirt. Maybe the big guy was just being polite, in a way, but it was enough to put the possum in a flirty sort of mood.

"That's right. Damn thing's throwing a hissy fit," he said, his voice falling a bit more to the feminine. His accent came out a little more than usual in the process. "Hopefully you can get things all fixed up. You look like you know what you're doing."

The otter chuckled softly. "Is that so? Guess I do have that look. Well, let's get in there. I'm Jaffa by the way."

"Obie. Charmed."

It wasn't usual for him to be so outwardly flirty right off the bat, but he found himself having a burst of unusual confidence that day. Not to mention that being all alone with a big, handsome guy in his temporarily closed shop was enough to really put some swish in his step. Slutty possum mode was engaged, and he couldn't disengage it. Swinging his way to the countertop, he leaned over it with a constant sway in his tail, watching the squotter approach and get to work. Jaffa regarded him closely and offered a smile, but didn't seem to immediately respond to the fairly obvious flirting, busy tinkering and tapping input on the various machines. Obie was just going to have to make it clear.

"How much is this going to cost me, by the way? I can't say I'm rolling in it, exactly. Though maybe we can work something out."

He tried to catch the words even while they were on the way out of his mouth. What he actually meant, and he would have sworn it in a court of law, was that he might send the attractive repair guy on his way with something tasty for an early lunch, or maybe even a little curiosity to remember his visit by. Of course, he knew how it sounded. The accidental bluntness left Obie blushing hard, biting his lip to make sure no more stupid things escaped. That probably just looked like he was aroused, now that he thought about it.

"Oh, I'm not really supposed to do discounts," Jaffa began, looking over the incredibly flustered mess of a shopkeeper without much reaction to the statement. "But, now that you mention it. Is a pretty possum lady like you all alone down here? Nobody to come wanderin' in?"

The squotter's plan was apparently to fight bluntness with bluntness, even if Obie's sudden advance wasn't entirely intentional. There were certainly much worse circumstances the adventurous possum had found himself stumbling into, but dangerous caverns and tombs were a lot less frightening than talking to strangers, for him. The only solution was to roll with it. He'd already gone that far. And he really didn't mind the idea of a discount. A covert glance around as if to confirm what he already knew, and he finally responded.

"Just the two of us."

Another wiggle of his tail was his way of enticing the hefty fellow behind him, though he had to wonder if he was leading the squotter on, if he wasn't being clear about what exactly he was proposing. His hesitance was obvious, leaving him muttering out loud, trying to find the right words to make things honest, while still enjoying the attention.

"Though, maybe we should just ..." he began, not quite sure where he was going with that sentence.

"I can fuck your backdoor if you're worried about getting bred," Jaffa responded, completely straightfaced.

It was enough to stun Obie briefly, no matter how used he was to getting spoken to that way. There was that blush again. It was blazing hot. He smiled shyly and stood up a little taller, so he wasn't just bending right over the countertop and presenting himself. Instead, he clutched his hands together nervously, scanning up and down the tech standing right in front of him. Jaffa just seemed to get bigger and bigger the longer Obie looked at him, wrapping his gaze around that broad stature, that soft gut, and the bulge in his work pants. Finally, he managed to stall for time with a slightly less lewd suggestion.

"Why don't you let me see what I'm dealing with, and we'll go from there?"

That kind of confidence coming out surprised even him. He was in over his head and there was no going back. The way out was through. Before they got going, the squotter hit a few more buttons on the card reader and left it beeping as it rebooted. Then it was all business, so to speak. He threw open his belt, reaching deep down into his pants to pull out a tightly constrained bulge. It was still nestled in a pair of boxers that hugged around its every detail, letting Obie get a good look at just how much the big guy wanted him. Right from the start, by the looks of things.

"You know, while we're here, I should admit how much I was lookin' forward to this little visit. I knew a cute possum girl worked here, and what better way to get to know her?" Jaffa chuckled heartily. "I guess I should mention I didn't knock off your system just for a chance to fuck you. That's just lucky timing for me, I guess."

That reassurance came along with a little heft of his own bulge, just to let Obie see it jiggle a little. Every moment that passed was one that made it swell all the bigger, more tightly constrained against the fabric wrapped all around it. The possum found himself enticed like a bee to fresh pollen, dipping his head down so he could plant his nose rather blunt directly against the outlined shape of Jaffa's balls and growing cock. He sniffed a few times, taking in the scent through the one barrier, and then nuzzled at it a little just to feel it throb.

That was where he lingered for a time, simply rubbing his face on that confined shape, marking himself with warm hybrid musk. He got the occasional hump from the hybrid to urge him on, but for the moment at least Jaffa was content to simply let him enjoy himself. Partly bent over with his tail up and pleasantly wriggling, showing off a glimpse up his skirt, he nosed and nudged until he finally couldn't help a lick. He got enough of Jaffa's taste just working along the surface of those undergarments, but he quickly knew he needed more.

Tugging down the waistline of those boxers that kept him from his prize, the possum recoiled for a moment just to avoid getting clubbed by it when it sprang forth. It was under a lot of pressure after all. From there, he inhaled the steaming scent, really letting it sink into his senses. It was enough to leave the possum licking his lips on the first breath, as if to lap up the essence from his skin. That dick was huge, plenty long but also just so wide, much like its owner. The meaty, girthy, veiny, uncut shaft somehow matched the bluntness of its owner. Most importantly, it looked like a whole lot to get his mouth around,

"Well don't just look. I'm on the clock, you know," the squirrel mix urged, reaching for those braids. They always made such good handles.

Obie found himself dragged down to smother up against that impressive shaft. Jaffa didn't hesitate to take what he wanted. Obie liked that in a guy, he had to admit. It made things so much easier when he was absolutely certain someone wanted him just as much as he wanted them. Closing his eyes, he immersed himself in the scent of that horny half-otter's cock, nose dripping down at the base, smooshing into his balls. A few kisses to get himself settled, and soon he found himself licking. It just came naturally when he was shoved down so greedily like that.

"Gooood girl. Yeah, it gets lonely workin' down here all day, doesn't it? We can take all the time we need," Jaffa encouraged once he felt that eager tongue dancing along the surface of his nuts.

It wasn't entirely true. Obie had plenty of valuable customers to keep him company! He was just horny. Sometimes such things just happened, leaving him all but worshipping a stranger's balls. He his tongue along their every inch, their every contour, slurping up every bit of flavour he could possibly get from them while he generously sniffed away. It was enough to get his tail twitching with excitement, not to mention his skirt tenting. He still wasn't entirely sure if Jaffa was teasing him or not about thinking of him as a girl. It was going to be clear enough soon. He just hoped his plus-sized guest didn't mind.

There certainly was nothing to complain about once Obie started working over that thick, pulsing mass of squirrel-otter meat. He licked his way along the bulging veins, helping Jaffa grow more and more aroused. A nice hot drop of precum splashed right into Obie's well-groomed hair after he'd slurped his way up and down a few times. That just told him he had to tend to that dripping mess. A good smooch on the very tip of Jaffa's cock certainly did nothing to slow the constant flow, nor did the attentive strokes of his tongue to soak up every last drop he could get. When enough had welled up in the possum's mouth, he made a show of gulping it all down.

"Good. Keep swallowin' like that. Work that throat hard enough and maybe I'll even give you this one for free."

It didn't sound like a tease. Jaffa hadn't even fully stopped working. He kept one hand on both of Obie's braids, tugging them together to urge the possum slowly down on his shaft. With the other hand, he continued typing at a touchscreen, slowly inputting the prompts he needed to get everything bugfixed and reset. It was going to take a while. Those systems were always slow around that time of day, even when they weren't having technical problems. That meant there was plenty of time for him to lean back and let the girly poss suck his cock.

Of course, he wasn't just going to stand there. Obie did good work, but he needed a little encouragement, or he was going to be licking all day. A good yank on that soft, braided hair brought him closer, and made him yelp a little. The parting of his lips was perfect for humping forth and filling that mouth with squotter dick, leaving him utterly stuffed in a moment. Those cute cheeks bulged with the heft of all that meat in his pretty maw, while his purple eyes twinkled up at Jaffa in surprise. That cute look just made his face look all the more fuckable.

For as abrupt as it all was, Obie adjusted quickly. Sometimes people wanted to be savoured, sometimes they wanted to get off. He could tell Jaffa was a guy in the latter category. Time to abandon all pretense and just suck that dick dry. He bobbed, expanding his jaws around that fat shaft, swallowing the first inch for a few moments before slipping back. It wasn't going to go all the way down on the first try, but he was in the mood for showing off. That meant diving down on that cock with every lung of his head, swallowing a little more each time. Wet glurks aside, he didn't even make a sound of complaint.

With the possum all bent over for him like that and his pretty tail swinging through the air, Jaffa found another handle. He didn't need a spare hand for repairs while they were processing, so he went ahead and snatched another hold. That allowed him to pull the possum closer and closer to his crotch, squishing his gut down atop the cutie's head. Obie was smothered in warm hybrid crotch and his throat was bulging with the cock of someone he just met. So a typical Tuesday, really. He sucked like he had a reputation to keep, though for all his efforts, he couldn't keep Jaffa from simply taking over eventually.

That double grip really let the squotter fuck the possum's face. His thrusts thumped his nuts to Obie's chin, pulling on him so hard he took the cute boy right off his feet a little. Standing up tall on his toes and barely keeping his balance, Obie simply focused on gulping hard, swallowing those sports of precum until he could feel the warmth accumulating in his belly. It was already so much. It was only going to get messier if he kept going like that, deepthroating the visiting tech in hopes of a little free service. The truth was he hardly cared about that - he just loved hearing those distinct grunts and huffs of a big guy nearing orgasm all because of him.

He got his wish soon enough. All it took was letting the squirrel pound his face like a sex toy for a while. With his cheeks blazing and his head spinning, Obie took in those telltale huffs, those flexes and twitches of pleasure between his lips, along with the thickening spurts of juices shooting straight down his throat. He braced himself where he teetered on his toes, his own shaft twitching where it lifted that skirt straight up to reveal his girly choice of undergarments. Jaffa wasn't looking there for the moment. His focus was purely on cumming straight down the eager possum's throat.

Obie thought he was ready, but the hot shot of thick spunk hit him harder than he initially expected. It gushed directly into his gut, shooting down faster than he could even swallow it. A few moments was all it took to leave him bemoaning the tainted cleanliness of their surroundings once it started pouring from his lips in thin, high-pressure jets. His nose wasn't spared either. He overflowed while he got sloshed full of Jaffa's cum, and the squotter wasn't pulling out. With his dick sheathed full in the possum's gullet, dumping that entire load inside of him, or as inside of him as it could get. At least the splash was minimum.

The floor took some of it, but much of the overflow simply trickled down Obie's chin while he drained that cock dry with his tenderly squeezing throat all wrapped around it. His eyes fluttered as Jaffa slowly pulled back from the soon-gasping possum's mouth. A torrent of cum splashed down over the possum's chest, making a great big creamy mess of that pretty outfit. It was clinging to his fur, drenching him in the unique scent of his guest. Wiping his dick off on Obie's cheeks while the cutie panted and coughed his way back to relative stability just left him all the more of a mess. He was still pretty though.

Reaching his hand underneath the possum's chin and tilting that fine muzzle up to look at him, Jaffa offered a smile.

"You're a lot more durable than you look, missy. Most girls I've fucked like that tend to tap out halfway through, but look at you. Didn't even do that possum thing where you pass out."

"There's still time," Obie joked, still huffing heavily.

"There definitely is." Jaffa glanced to the side. "That needs at least ten more minutes to properly install the updates and get all rebooted. Think you can last that long with me behind you? Without showing me your fainting act, that is."

"Oh, well." Obie hesitated, glancing up and down the mostly-clothed squirrel-otter, and the fat, suck-lubed cock on display.

There certainly was nothing hidden anymore. When he stood up straight, his skirt tented so high it was almost completely inverted. His own dick was standing up tall, at its decently impressive but comparatively modest size. It throbbed. It dripped. There was a wet spot on those lacy panties he was wearing. They always did hug so tightly whenever he got turned on. That whole outfit was a risky one. Just a little firm, and he was showing off. Jaffa looked him up and down while Obie clasped his hands together, carefully scanning the squotter's expression for any signs of disapproval or disappointment. Jaffa didn't even flinch.

"Well? Something keepin' you?" The heavyset tech offered a quizzical look. "I mean, don't get me wrong. I see a very good girl standing right in front of me and I'd love to fuck her ass until she blows."

Oh, he had to bite his lip so hard. The excited possum scream was so very close to escaping. The blush did the work for him, acting as the ventilation for his excitement while it boiled over. His eyes lit right up at such a nice compliment, even if it was delivered in rather crude fashion. Whether Jaffa meant to affect him that much with his words, he certainly got to see the results. That didn't prevent him from reaching for that rapidly, hazardous swinging possum tail and snatching it so he could yank the cutie closer, letting him all but collapse against that great big gut.

"So is that a yes on giving me that pretty rump or do you have to think about it first?"

"Nope. No thoughts here." Obie grinned and tapped his head while he cuddled up on that cushy belly. "Wish I had something better to bend over. Don't fancy cleaning my own cum off the countertop, but when needs must ..."

"Surprised you don't have a designated fuck room in the back somewhere, for such a soft thing like you."

"Maybe I'll look about getting one," the possum mused, even as he slowly slipped from Jaffa's grasp. Partly anyway - the squotter still had him by the tip of the tail while he stretched out and laid himself across the firm wooden counter, leaving that skirt barely draped over his smooth, cushy rump.

The big reveal was all up to Jaffa. He moved as if leaping upon the girly possum in slow motion, overtaking the femboy in his size and softness, hugging him close while he yanked that skirt up and those panties down. Obie briefly yelped, but at least it wasn't one of those hissy screams. Though it had been barely covered for a while, it still felt oddly shocking to have his cock out in the open air of his shop. He couldn't help but glance at the front door now and then even though he had it closed and locked up for the duration of the repairs. Eventually that stopped once he felt the touch of a firmly prodding digit under his tail and between his perky gray and white cheeks. A slow stroke along the black rim of a sensitive, flexing hole was enough to get a little whimper out of the lustful shopkeeper.

"Possum girl's got a pretty pussy," Jaffa teased, leaning down to squish even more of his padded bulk onto the partly clothed boi's back.

Surely he knew exactly what he was doing, talking to the bottomy poss like that. Teased at him until the poor thing was squirming so much he could barely stand. Obie had to brace himself on the countertop just to keep from keeling over, clutching the edges. His tail waved about freely all the while, completely out of his control - at least until Jaffa took his finger away and instead snatched that wiggling handle to give it a good, hard yank. This time there was no holding it back, that got a good scratchy screech out of the possum. He was all ready to give a flustered clarification that it was actually a positive sound, but Jaffa didn't need to hear it. He was already mounting up.

Of course he had to grab those braids again. In Obie's experience, the temptation was almost always too strong for anyone taking him from behind. The otter squirrel tugged hard, stretching them to their limit, keeping the girly boy taut and stretched out beneath him while he dug in deep. That sex-slick dick spread the possum out nice and smoothly, going for a slippery slide while he pushed it inside him. Obie accommodated with relative ease, though there certainly was some stretching and squirming involved before he got good and comfortable around it. He was tight, he was warm, and he flexed so nicely around every inch inside him that Jaffa had to stop halfway and just give that cute butt a smack to express just how much he enjoyed it.

"Ohhh, that's a good girl. You were good with your mouth, but this is going to be so much better, I can tell."

With those handles still firmly in his clutches, Jaffa called all the shots. Obie was helpless while he was being held like that, and he so loved it. His expression shifted from flustered to pleasured to simply blissful the longer the hybrid was inside him. A few humps got things started, the spurting pre keeping things nice and wet. For all the cum he'd pumped down the possum's throat, Jaffa had plenty more to give for such a pretty girl. His first few thrusts were long and slow, sinking a little deeper each time, making Obie's belly bulge with the lewd outline of that nice big shaft wedged in his pretty butt.

Once he hit near the bottom, balls pressing up against the back of the possum's own, Jaffa didn't bother holding back anymore. Obie was small, slender, but there was something about him that was oddly durable. If still prone to the occasional faint. It was a good thing, too. That squotter got plenty rough with him after the first few thrusts to test him out. Maybe that fine ass was just that good. It was soon getting a nice, hard spanking by the thud of Jaffa's hips pounding back on it while the swinging slap of his heavy balls made Obie's own feel so small in comparison, no matter how impressive they were on a girly boy of his size.

Fucking him just as hard as he yanked his hair and tail, Jaffa made Obie his own for the duration of a software installation and reboot. He wasn't looking at it anymore, trusting it to do its thing while he absolutely plowed that pretty boy like any other girl he'd fucked. His thrusts brought Obie right up off his feet, leaving him flailing his arms for balance, wiggling his legs where he was impaled on squirrel-otter cock. He was flexing, kneading, squeezing down on that fat dick inside him, but more than anything he showed his appreciation with all the sounds he made.

It was quite the assortment. A squeaky yelp complimented the constant percussion of those big balls bashing against him. Along with that were the more musical moans of enduring pleasure, not synced to anything in particular. He sang that sweet song of rising bliss the longer he got fucked like that, expressing just how good it felt getting his pleasure button pressed just right with every harsh stroke. The squotter might have been fucking him stupid with those heavy, rump-shaking thrusts, but he knew what he was doing. It was good enough that Obie simply couldn't help the occasional hissy sound escaping him amid all the much more pleasant things. Those were their own sort of weird compliment.

Thumping down on the soft poss like he planned to put him right through the countertop, Jaffa soon showed Obie exactly what he could do with that big fat dick. He wasn't going to break the girly thing. Obie had taken some serious thrashings and ruttings alike in his travels, despite his small stature. A big guy ramming him from behind was precisely the sort of thing that curvy, bottom-heavy body was built to take. All he had to do was close his eyes and lose himself in the sensations, forgetting all about the obligations of the day to do what he did best.

The sound of someone else about to cum was always what set Obie off. Getting fucked felt good and all, but knowing he was bringing Jaffa close with nothing more than his cushy, poundable butt. He squeezed a little tighter, taking what slight control he could, but really he was nothing more than the squirrel otter's toy. Jaffa picked him right up off his feet in those concluding moments, clutching him by nothing more than his tail and his braids. The former was at least sturdy enough to take the strain off the latter.

"Good .... girl ..." came Jaffa's grunt, almost like a snarl as he lunged in his final rutting flourish.

Obie didn't think either of the species the hybrid belonged to could make such a sound, but hearing it only compelled him to twitch, to shudder, and to moan while those hips slammed into his ass, shaking through his entire body. Jaffa's nuts were swinging like a pendulum, slapping into the possum's rear over and over while he surged into a harsh finish, bulging the pretty boy's belly with every stroke. He was spurting hard, and so was the possum, taking every streak of hot precum as a queue to flex around that fat dick just a little tighter. It was enough to leave him looking ever so slightly dead with his eyes all rolled back and his tongue hanging out like that, drooling on himself while he got fucked to completion. He heard but didn't fully register the words being spoken directly into his ear once Jaffa leaned down over him.

"You're such a good bitch ... trashy little cock-hungry slut ... you want everything I can give, I can tell. You're gonna get it."

He topped that off with a firm bite to one of Obie's ears. Flat teeth or not, the possum certainly felt it. He moaned for it, expressing his approval in a full body wiggle and squirm to go along with the slutty sound. Jaffa just took that as a hint to get even rougher with him. He didn't get a word of protest when he wrapped a hand around the girly shopkeeper's throat and squeezed just enough to choke him a little. Of course, Obie couldn't say a thing but for the initial glllk of surprise. He got so much tighter the more Jaffa roughed him up, squeezing, milking at that cock, all but begging for it with every flex, if not demanding it. The squotter didn't keep him waiting any longer.

With that soaring feeling of pleasure unlike any other, the bottom boi fulfilled his purpose all wrapped around the hybrid's pounding cock. Jaffa gave him a good, hard spank as if to rouse him from his pleasured stupor in the final moments, but it was hardly enough to make Obie much more aware. He was awake and seeing, but he hardly looked it, wearing that same frozen, dazed expression without falter while Jaffa finally pumped him full. The massive set of nuts nestled against Obie's backside jumped and flexed taut, working up a great, thick orgasm that was precisely what the possum needed. He was dying for it by the end.

All it took was the first streak of spunk to make the skirt-wearing possum cream himself. He had no control over it. Jaffa forced that cumshot out of him until he was spraying down the back of the counter, a trail of his own jizz splashing over the edge, streaking to the floor. He let it all out. Shouting, huffing, fussing, and screaming just a bit, he went off like a rocket on the squirrel otter's dick, impaled and flailing about for purchase. His feet still weren't touching the ground. He could hear it splattering all over everything in sight while he got his belly filled tighter and tighter. There was still so much pent up in Jaffa's nuts, and the hybrid was going to milk it all out under that sweet pink and black tail.

Even once the possum was a twitching mess balanced on Jaffa's cock, he was still spurting, or trying to at least. Things got more watery, but his climax wouldn't cease when the squotter was still unloading inside him. His gut just got bigger. From trim and stretched with the outline of the dick inside him, to soft, round, jiggling, sloshing. There was so much cum inside him by the time Jaffa was finally done filling him that he could only groan like he'd just finished a meal far too big for his own good. There was so much pouring down his taint that there was a puddle growing on the floor, and he looked several months pregnant after letting the hybrid plow his ass.

He was just going to have to try not to think about the mess. Opening up the shop again was just going to have to wait until he'd cleaned up all the cum, but for the moment, he was content to simply bask in the soothing aura of afterglow no matter who might have walked in to see him balanced there on the cock of someone he just met. A good tug on his tail helped to squeeze out the last shots of cum from Jaffa's dick, and with that, the hybrid finally started to pull back, with predictable results. Removing his shaft from the backside of the well-fucked cutie meant even more of a mess to clean up when so much of that excess cum came splashing forth and poured down the back of Obie's thighs.

Even when Jaffa put him down, the possum wasn't moving much. He laid there, sprawled over the countertop, drooling down the side. He didn't make a sound. It was the moment he most lived up to his species, looking utterly defeated, utterly motionless in the aftermath of a good buttfucking, still tingling, still dripping, still absolutely steaming in the sweaty glow that came after getting taken so hard. The squotter didn't pay it much mind, content to admire the nicely creamed ring between those fine, smooth-furred cheeks. Yet eventually the possum's broken state grew mildly concerning.

"You okay there, precious?" Jaffa gave the possum a few prods to make sure he was just playing.

It was hardly a game for Obie, but in time he managed to shake it off. A few rapid blinks, a rub of his head and a wipe of his lips to get some of the drool off of him was his first attempt at restoring some shred of his dignity. Of course, it was going to be a tall order to get that back when his belly was sloshing around with the slightest movement. Oh, he had no idea what to do about that. He was going to be wobbling all day long, smelling of spunk even after he mopped up whatever he could. A glance back at the hybrid who'd so pleasantly ruined him made him realize he should probably say something.

" ... I'm good. That happens."

"Good. I know you're a poss and all, but it was pretty convincing for a second there." Jaffa patted the pretty boy on the head before pressing one more button on the nearby card reader. "Annnd you're all done. Everything should be fine now. No charge, of course.."

The visible relief on Obie's face soon became a blush when Jaffa went on, making a phone gesture with one hand.

"If you have any more problems ... or any more problems I can help you deal with, you know who to call." He set a business card down beside the till - making sure not to lay it in any of the cum that had splattered around during their playtime.

With his booty still tender and his gut audibly sloshing around the whole load of squotter spunk, Obie wasn't quite sure if he was ready for that. He was still just trying to think about how he was going to get through the day all creamed and stuffed like that. Not that it was the first time. Sometimes customers simply couldn't resist him, even when he wasn't being especially flirty. Some days he woke up destined to get bent over the nearest object, by friend, stranger, or dangerous creature alike. Most days, in all honesty. As long as Jaffa was leaving satisfied, he was one happy possum. He took service very seriously.