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Circus Tricks Story and all Characters (c) Russet '12

Balancing atop a large ball, arms out to his sides helping to maintain his brother's weight and balance Alrendo grinned at the appreciative crowd watching and cheering them. It was a small crowd but a happy one, listening to the rhythm of applause Al sensed it starting to lessen and flexed his legs slightly. This was the queue for his brothers to let go and all three of them tumbled forward into a roll, spring back to their feet all in one fluid motion, each brother facing part of the crowd with the wall behind them offering a natural back drop. The crowd's applause paused for a second as the otters seemed to fall off the large blue ball they'd been balancing on but as they sprang effortlessly to their feet three rudders swept up and then back down in unison, trapping the ball under their tails. The crowd loved it, the children cheered, adults whooped and clapped, and several people even wolf whistled in appreciation. Panting lightly from the exertion of their show Alrendo grinned warmly, basking in the warmth of the late summer sun, he'd picked this spot because it picked up the last of the sun before it sank behind a building leaving the trio brightly illuminated and the rest of the square in shadow.

It was quite the sight, three impressively fit otters dressed in tight fitting leotards, the slick, stretchy fabric clung to their bodies showing off the pleasing curves of their sleek, swimming fit forms but left their limbs bare, a tantalising display of fur for the appreciative audience. Their different fur colours added to the effect of the exotic whilst their similar hair and identical red eyes alluded to them being brothers. Finishing their outfits and reinforcing their identity as a group were the medallions. Centred on their chests, it depicted a series of balance bars with three small coloured balls, one on each bar representative of one of the triplets.

Alrendo had pristine white fur, hair pulled back into four thick braids that sprouted from the back of his head to hang across his shoulders. He calmly surveyed the crowd and glanced at his brothers out of the corner of his eyes to check on their form, he was pleased to see his brother's had picked up this new routine perfectly.

To his left Thompson's black furred form was balanced lightly on his feet, his brother's gaze steady as he surveyed the crowd in front of him, a slight amused twist to his smile as he watched a group of children cheering enthusiastically. Tom always loved to make younger beasts smile, the chance to inspire youngsters always made his brother give their performances his all.

Finally there was Jacobson, their youngest brother, he had rich golden blonde fur and was wearing a bronze leotard that was tighter then his brothers, really showing him off to the world to admire, he loved people looking at him and Al couldn't help but smile at the almost provocative way he held himself poised on both feet.

Satisfied that the crowd was happy Alrendo raised his hands and called out, voice projecting easily across the square after many years of practice. "Ladies, Gentlemen, friends of all ages, we are the Uxibarae triplets, if you enjoyed our show we invite you to join us tonight at the Cirque du Koneta, it is our last night in town and we promise you a performance of the likes you have never seen before."

This announcement got a few more cheers, excited children tugged on their parents giving them the universal plea of all children who've ever wanted something. Some of them took leaflets from the box in front of them and a small crowd gathered around Thompson, asking questions and buying tickets there and then for tonights performance. Satisfied with how things were going Al watched the crowd starting to break up for a moment longer before turning to see about packing away the balance ball. A brash voice calling out loudly, cutting through the hubbub of voices drew his attention back to the crowd.

"Bunch of sissies in ballerina costumes, why'd I want to pay money to see a show, I can get real girls at home." It was a tiger, just over six feet tall with rich orange fur, dressed in smart trousers, white shirt and a blue blazer with a coat of arms over the left breast. He was muscled, heavily so, his arms bulged in the sleeves of his jacket and his pecks stood out beneath his shirt, he'd clearly spent more time in the gym then was sensible for someone his age. He was also sneering at Jacobson, backed up by a gaggle of boys in similar blazers; none of them could have been much over twenty. The blonde otter was clearly flustered, trying to come up with a decent come back and failing so he fell back on circus spin.

"I'm sorry if you didn't enjoy the show sir, you don't have to watch if you do not want too."

"Ooooh sir is it now, well lah de dar listen to you," he grinned back at his frat pals before continuing, "It was a good show but like I said just what Id expect from a bunch of ballerina carnies." The others laughed; clearly his pals thought he'd scored a good one with that. Jacob growled, clearly getting riled up which was the wrong thing to do. The moment he growled the tiger loomed over him; muscles bulging under his clothes, "You starting something carnie? Got something to say ballerina otter, well go on then, lets hear it."

From where he was standing Al could see what the cat was doing, he was holding Jacob's attention whilst his frat boys spread out, if it got into a fight the tiger would have back up. He wanted a fight, no doubt it'd big up his standing with the boys so Al stepped in smoothly before Jacob could react and get himself pummelled.

"So sorry you didn't enjoy our demonstration sir, I guess we just can't put on a proper show outside like this," pouring his best smile at the tiger he was satisfied to see his bravado falter, this wasn't the reaction he was expecting, but then his type only understood violence. "Tell you what, come out to the circus tonight," he flipped a piece of cardboard up in front of the tiger, "Our treat, VIP, front row seat in the big top, you can see our full show and if you still think we're a bunch of airy fairy ballerina's then you've not wasted any money."

Jacob, the tiger and his friends were gawping at Al but the white otter just grinned at him, the big jock glanced over at his buddies then reached out to take the ticket, "VIP like free booze and food?"

"Of course," Al spread his paws, "And if you like the show you can tell your friends, just tell me your name so I can have it put on the list."

A big grin spread across the butch cat's muzzle, fangs showing as he sneered at the shorter otters, "It's Lez, I'll be there tonight ballerinas, you can do your girly dance for me then you and your pack of carnies can sling yer hook."

Al just grinned and dragged a spluttering Jacob away, the tiger turned away, basking in the congratulations of his frat brothers for intimidating a free ticket out of the carnie girls. Alrendo put him out of his mind, pushing Jacob into the back of their van.

"Why'd you do that?" Jake hissed angrily, rudder slamming on the van angrily.

"Because they'd have creamed you and us, now calm down and think. It'll be easier to get him back when he's alone, on our turf and full of beer." Jacob's grin lit up his face and the blonde otter flicked his gaze toward the frat boys as they wandered off.

"What's the plan then," Tom asked as he sidled up to them with the cash box and the last of their gear, "I take it you have something in mind."

Smiling Al moved around to get behind the wheel, "I'll tell you on the way back, no one calls us ballerinas," his grin turned feral as he eyed his brothers, "Girlies I'll give him but ballerinas... I'll make him pay for that one."

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The final night in any town was special for any show but more so for the Cirque du Koneta, the world famous travelling circus' big top was packed, every seat was taken, the food vendors were doing a roaring trade and the cheers threatened do bring the house down at the end of every act. Koneta was out in the ring, the lions thick black mane dusted with silver motes so every shift and turn made it look like his hair was full of stars as he drummed up the excitement before each act, leading the show to put every other show in the world to shame. Lez was swept up in it all, the atmosphere was more intoxicating his beer that continuously topped up by the pretty raccoon girl taking care of the VIP guests in the roped of area at the front of the audience. The tiger leapt to his feet to stomp and cheer when the impressive lion in the centre demanded it, he clapped and cheered, whooped and whistled for each act and what a show they put on, it boggled the mind. He'd arrived with sunset with a sneer on his lips, intent to milk his VIP ticket for everything he could and if he got the chance to deliver some choice put downs to the ballerina otters if he got the chance.

Mind fogged with alcohol, senses addled by the heat and crush of a thousand people cheering and chanting and flooded with a rush of endorphins Lez didn't care anymore. The flying antics of the bat and monster flitting through coloured beams of light were followed by a mouse whose magical talents beggared belief. Two monkeys span around the ring juggling with feet, hands and tails, leaping in and out of the darkness, illuminated for most of their act only by the brilliant flames of their ever spinning, always tumbling juggling clubs. Lez slumped in his seat panting heavily, barely aware of the pretty raccoon refilling his beer tankard as the leonine ring master started to set the stage for the next act, the house lights came up and the big tiger gaped at the even bigger cat that sauntered into the ring. He was huge and had an exotically dressed red rabbit on his back dressed in silk, jewels and turban, what followed next was a traditional lion taming act that had the audience gasping, screaming and cheering in turns as the pair stalked one another about the ring. It was fake it had to be but it was amazing, their act a convincing panoply of attacks, blocks, counterattack and dodge, it was almost possible to believe that the big cat was really trying to kill the slight figure in sparkling gems who wove about the ring with sinuous grace even when they were under attack.

After the cheering died down Koneta announced a brief recess, a half hour break so people could refill their drinks and snacks and catch a breath of fresh air. The house lights were bright and stifling and the cool breeze wafting in through the tent flaps as they were tied open was inviting. Tugging at his sweaty shirt collar Lez shrugged out of his blue Alpha Tempo blazer, discarding it negligently over the back of his chair and stood up, scratching his stomach, stretching and burping loudly. Several other VIP guests looked at him askance but they all backed down when he gave them his signature toothy grin. Ignoring them all Lez looked about for the coon shaped host and smirked when he saw her in the shadows beneath the set of raised benches next door. Unbuttoning the top of his shirt he flexed, smoothed back his hair and sauntered over to lean on one of the wooden support so he could casually gaze down her top.

"So what sort of perks do us VIPs get during this intermission?" he gave her his best charming smile and was pleased when she gave him a shy smile in return.

"Well sir all food and drink is complimentary as is access to the last night after party, if you would like to go back to your seat I'll bring you whatever you like."

Lez gave her a big grin then, reaching out to brush back her hair, she was totally digging him. No girl could resist someone with his physique. "Are you part of the after party package?"

"Perhaps sir... why don't you return to your seat, maybe I'll bring you more beer and show you the way to the after party when the show is over." She was looking way, muzzle hidden behind her head as she spoke; she made no move to back away from his touch however.

Purring in triumph Lez gave her shoulder a pat and sauntered back to his seat, assured that she would be won over by him easily, she was already being much more friendly then she was with the other guests. He spent the rest of the interval guzzling beer, munching nachos and flirting with the coon, she sure had an arse to admire inside that skirt of hers. By the time the second part of the show started Lez was properly blitzed, clapping haphazardly and cooing at the pretty light show as a rather scruffy looking rat brought the darkness of the tent alive with a kaleidoscope of music and light. Following the lightshow there was a slap-stick routine with a calico cat up on a stage creating amazing things with regular looking cooking implements only to accidentally drop them on someones head as they rushed out of the shadows to catch it, it was light hearted entertainment but fun and a nice break before Koneta returned to stage and announcing the evenings finale!

The audience lights faded away and pin-points of white light started to illuminate the ceiling, the velvet black backdrop of the tent roof decorated with a sparkling sea of seas. Three sets of lights began to swing back and forth... slowly at first, picking up speed until three graceful figures flashed into sight, their tight, form fitting costumes glowing with purple, gold and white motes of light. Lez gaped, it was the ballerina otters from the square, and they joined hands and plummeted toward the floor, free-falling in a spinning circle. The tiger found himself holding his breath along with everyone else until just as suddenly as they appeared they let go of each others hands and swung gracefully away from each other into the darkness to land on high platforms above the ring. The acrobatic trio posed for a moment, letting the applause that thundered into being wash over them. Lez joined in alongside them, sure they were nancy boys in tight fitting girly costumes but hey they had been right about putting on a fun show. As the applause died down Lez found that his eyes had grown used to the low, ambient lightning, he could see the otter's clearer now, their bodies wreathed by the field of hazy light projected by their costumes. A moment after the applause trailed to a natural end and they were off, leaping, swinging, spinning, jumping through the air into the darkness, guided only by the faint white light of the twinkling stars.

Lez didn't notice the music at first, it slowly snuck up on them all, a gentle crescendo of music, a slow, plodding, dedicate theme that accompanied the otters as they gliding through the air, spinning and tumbling, falling through the darkness, leaving streamers of purple, gold and white mist in their wake only to catch a hidden beam or trapeze and change direction. It was magical, mystical almost and the trio of otters didn't stop for what seemed like an age, their bodies twisting and tumbling through the air above their heads in time to the beautiful music. It was uplifting and even cut through some of the alcoholic fog clouding his mind, a namby pampy fairy light show but it took some skill to swing on trapeze in the dark. Settling down low in his seat, head tilted back to watch Lez sipped his beer gawping as the trio of acrobats started to get faster, literally flinging themselves through the air, getting lower and lower with each tumbling leap through the darkness. The trail of light they left in their wake lingered, forming a zig zagging, swirling, helix from the ceiling down to the floor where the otters landed lightly on the central platform. As their feet hit the platform it burst into light, illuminating them brilliantly and then darkness fell and the big top was left in shadow.

One by one the stars overhead winked out and slowly the house lights started to come back up, illuminating the blonde, black and white otters on the central podium. They bowed modestly to the crowd and the house burst into screaming, thumping applause.

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Staggering out into the cool night air Lez yawned and looked about, trying to locate the raccoon girl as she sauntered ahead. Catching a glimpse of her tail flicking around a corner he staggered after her, senses dulled by gallons of beer he was still sure that no woman could escape him. Turning the corner much too fast he stumbled and crashed into the side of a cart, grabbing it with both paws he looked around blearily and then grinned when he spotted the raccoon, ignoring the dark tents and caravans surrounding him. The fact everything was quiet finally sunk into Lez's mind and he perked up, the sound of music and the crowds around the big top were muffled by distance.

"You sure this is the after party doll?" straightening up he sauntered toward her, or tried to, it was more of a drunken lurch but his mind was already coming up with reasons why she'd want him all alone away from the main party. "Or you brought me out here for a private little party of our own?"

Wrinkling her nose the raccoon gave him a light push before stepping out of reach, "Oh it's a private party alright, right this way," she span around and staying ahead of the inebriated tiger hurried through the flaps into a dark tent. Lez only heard the words private party, purring in anticipation of what he was going to do to the girl he staggered into the tent. He got a few steps inside, the tent flap slapping closed behind him when the two figures lurking in the darkness pounced, seizing his arms, forcing them behind his back and bending him forward to plant his nose to the sandy floor of the tent.

"Hey bit rough love," Lez slurred out, wriggling ineffectively against the paws bending his arms up against the small of his back. "I'm the guy here so just let go and.... we'll... do this proper...." he trailed off as his muzzy mind finally processed what he was seeing. The raccoon girl was standing in front of him, which meant whoever was, holding onto him wasn't her. Growling Lez struggled against whoever had hold of him but they just put their weight on the backs of his knees and thighs, pinning him.

"What's the game..." he growled, struggling to react through the haze of alcohol that dulled his senses and made it hard to think. She just grinned at him and ground her foot atop his head, forcing him nose first into the sand, "My name is Rosaline not love and like I said private party just for you." she looked at whoever was sat on top of him and smiled at them, "Have fun girls he deserves whatever you have planned," and with that she walked back out of the tent.

Lez yowled and bucked back and forth, trying to pitch his assailants off, there were two of them however and they were wiry and strong keeping him pinned in an awkward position which stopped him putting his hard earned muscle to good use. He really didn't like the way the raccoon had called his attackers girls and even before the blonde otter Jacobson lit the lamp hanging from a peg he knew who he'd see. Twisting his head he growled at Tom and Alrendo, wriggling harder to no effect as the lycra clad otters kept him pinned beneath them.

"I'll gut you for this... all three of you, I'll tear your cocks off and make girls out of you all you fags." he barred his teeth then gaped as Jacob peeled off his slick, sweat and oil soaked costume, dumping it to the ground and stretching. The sight was impressive, smooth blonde fur glistening with moisture lying atop sleek muscles, an impressive package and plump sheath and not a sight he wanted to see. Averting his eyes he growled another threat then gasped as someone grabbed his hair and forced him to look up, straight into Jacob's taint as he crouched over his head. The tip of his nose sunk into the smooth, moist folds hidden beneath the otter's balls, the rich, familiar scent of a woman flooding his nose as the blonde bitch held himself in place, his cock resting along the bridge of Lez's muzzle.

"See the thing about making us girls Lez... is our dad already beat you too it," Jacob quipped, growling in pleasure as he forced more of the tiger's muzzle into his sex, moaning as that orange fur slid over his sensitive inner walls, stretching him wider with every inch that sank into his warm interior. "We... ahh decided to share it with you though... so don't worry, by the time... I let you out again... you'll be a proper girly boy and can be a ballerina too."

Lez struggled harder, forcing his muzzle open to growl out more threats but all he got for the effort was a mouthful of warm honey that left him spluttering and thrashing around. His tail was about the only part he could move freely so he lashed it from side to side, watching with wide eyes as the blonde otters sex drew closer to his eyes. What he was seeing made him shiver and freeze, it was a trick; a scare to get back at him for how he'd been behaving earlier, the little slut might be wide enough to fit his muzzle inside but his whole head that was ridiculous. Squirming, Lez let his tongue lap out, tasting the otter, she... he... they had a rich flavour that made him purr and run his tongue about the inside of the otter's sex. He close his eyes as the top of his head pressed against those moist folds, purring deeply, vibrating the warm flesh against his muzzle which he was happy to notice made the otter yelp and squirm atop him. He purred deeper, expecting them to tease him or something, his purr crashed into a mewl of horror as the folds pressing against his head twitched and flexed wide, rolling over the top of his head with a wet squelch. More of the otter's honey soaked past his head, along his next and across his shoulders as the tight ring of flesh closed completely about his neck.

Lez was frozen in shock, he could feel Jacobson's smooth, hot, clinging sex pressing against his forehead, ears, a constant flow of liquid matting his hair, plastering his whiskers to the side of his head. Opening his eyes he blinked rapidly to try and clear them but he only got a glimpse of a dimly lit moist tunnel before he had to close them again. It had to be a dream, a bad booze induced dream, flexing his hands he tried to move but the otter's holding him still had a firm grip on him. Panting, swallowing a mouthful of honey he mewled then drew a shaky breath to call out. "O...ok you've made your point..." he stopped to cough and swallow again, talking let the overactive otter's sex pour more honey into his muzzle, he couldn't spit it out and something about it appealed to his taste buds. "Good joke... I'm sorry I called you ballerinas... now pull me out."

"Is that fear I hear in your voice kitty, and here I thought you were starting to enjoy yourself?" the voice was muffled but it sounded like Jacobson, "Don't worry though... we got plenty of you to go,"

Lez wriggled his shoulders, trying to push himself back out but the impossible happened, the pair holding his arms shoved him forward at the same time the slick walls around him gripped his head and tugged him deeper. The tiger's mewl of horror blended with Jake's scream of pleasure as the big cats broad shoulders spread the otter's sex wider. Lez found his head mashed against slick walls, his body awash with slick, warm liquid and as the otters let go of his arms to assault his clothing he found he couldn't move his arms to gain any leverage. Cool air brushed over his back and sand ground against his bare stomach fur as they tore his shirt off. Then before he could gather his wits and use his powerful legs for leverage they had his trousers off and sprawled their weight atop them, immobilising him again.

Mewling loudly Lez wriggled back and forth, feet scrabbling, claws gouging out tracks in the sandy floor. It was hopeless however, all his wriggling did was make Jacob moan louder and help the grasping, tugging, slickness all around him drag his body deeper. Tom and Al were pushing on his body, sliding him inside their brother, until he felt those slick folds oozing over his waist and his muzzle prodded into a ring of taught flesh deep inside. The tiger couldn't stop, escape was beyond him and with a wet squish he found himself being pushed and pulled through the flexing cervix of the otter he was being fed into. Whimpering he drew another musk laden breath, gasping as he found himself breathing in the rich air of the otters womb, slowly starting to spill into the open space.

It was another tight fit though, Lez's head pressed into the warm, spongy walls, stretching them out, bulging the otter's gut. Wet and warm, slick and gooey, thick layers of Jake's honey soaking his body, smearing over the stretching cocoon of flesh pressing in around his body. The tiger was losing himself to the hot musky air, the squeezing passage of his body as it was dragged deeper, his feet left the outside behind, moist flesh folding in around his toes, rippling walls grasping the fur on his legs and pulling them up to join his curled frame. Arching his back, panting heavily as the air grew thicker, muggier Lez licked his lips and tried to call out. It was hard however, everything felt heavy, the warm walls pressing in against his body were soft, welcoming. With one final, plaintive mewl Lez slumped down, letting go of his struggles he curled up as the confining space demanded, letting himself fall into the oblivion of sleep.

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The warm rasp of a tongue between his legs slowly brought Lez back to himself, whoever was licking him was insistent and talented, faint shocks of pleasure were sparking into his brain at each pass of the warm broad tongue teasing him. Moving lightly, legs opening wider in his sleepy haze he squeaked softly, body shifting against the warm forms on either side of him.

"Ah... stoppit... mfff let a tiger wake up first girl.... plenty of... mfff me to... go... around."

Flexing his groin he was startled when the solid thwap of his dick against his stomach didn't happen, he had been expecting it to move when he tensed. What he wasn't expecting was that tongue to return and slide itself between two layers of flesh, flesh that parted tenderly and caused intense pleasure to ripple through his body. Sitting up with a squeak Lez stared down at the otter head snug between his thighs, pure white fur with piercing red eyes staring up at him as their pink tongue dipped back into his sex, teasing over new, sensitive flesh.

"I... I..." he couldn't speak, just stare and shiver as another insistent ripple of pleasure passed through his body... His body... holding out his arms he stared at the stick-thin arms covered in dusky orange fur. His chest had lost its definition and stripes, all his hard earned muscles, gone. Worse he didn't have breasts... he was still as flat as any guy. Letting his eyes travel lower he noted his hips were slender and his tail as it flicked into sight was long, whip like and covered in a soft downy coating of nearly blonde fur. Shuddering as the otter gave him another lick down there he squeaked which made him jump and clap a paw to his muzzle.

"No..." desperately his fingers ran across his muzzle, before he opened his mouth so he could feel over the buck teeth pressing against his front lip. Shaking at what he'd find the former tiger ran his hands up and over his ears, feeling the large radar dishes that now sprouted on either side of his head. He was so distracted by the changes to his body that when a wet otter nod prodded him in the neck and a pair of arms encircled his chest he squeaked. This was followed by him twitching and groaning with a blush as Alrendo's tongue slid over his sex again.

"Relax Lez..." Jacobson's voice purred in his ear, his nose travelling over his fur. "It's too late to complain now..." he chuckled softly, as the orange mouse squirmed in his arms, stuttering and trying to find his voice but all that came out was another squeak as Alrendo continued to lick and tease him. Jake's head moved around his neck and up to his muzzle and kissed him, it was a light kiss but it had the desired effect, causing Lez to shift his legs wider so Al could drive his tongue deeper.

"I think our girls ready," Tom rumbled from where he was sprawled on his side, pressed up against the mouse's other side. "Should we make her feel comfortable whilst we enjoy that delicious body you gave her?"

"Re... ready for what... I... you guys I am going to... ahhhh," whatever he was going to was forgotten as Alrendo shifted. He moved atop him and pressed his dick firmly against the warm entrance now snug between her legs. The otter grinned down at Lez as he lay beneath the athletic otter, the mouse's eyes were wide and he was trembling as he felt the warmth of Al's dick against his moist sex. "No... Please... I ... I am not a girl... I'm a Jock.... I... oooooh."

"No need to beg dear... you'll love this.... you deserve this," Al's voice was a low purr and Lez had only a moment to notice that the other two otters had pulled away when Al gripped his shoulders and rolled. The former tiger found himself lying atop the otter and that cock spreading his folds as he sank onto it. There was pleasure, a sharp moment of pain and then more pleasure, causing him to cry out and cling to the body beneath him as Al's hips drove himself home. It felt so weird, he could feel the otter's cock deep inside him, sliding over the soft walls within, his body instinctively clung to that dick, squeezed over it, tugged on it, wanted more.

"This is... wrong..." Lez managed between groans of pleasure as the otter slowly started to fuck him, hips rolling, dick gliding back and forth inside his tight tunnel causing the mouse to moan and clench, body trembling from the stimulation.

"Feels... good though dont it girly?" Al teased with a broad smile, "Just... relax and get used to it.... there ain't no going back...."

Lez cried out, fear, pleasure, confusion spiking his mind at the unfamiliar sensations and he felt his groin grow moist, liquid soaking out around Alrendo's driving cock as he shivered through his first orgasm. It felt so very different and the otter wasn't finished, he kept thrusting, fucking, driving his shaft in and out of him, leaving him squirming and moaning in delight as the sharp, unbearable pleasurable feeling continued with each shift and sliding thrust of the otter's dick inside him. When Alrendo finally got himself off inside him it felt weird, warm slick liquid rushed into his body, leaving him tingling, gasping and slumped over the white otter beneath him, groaning in ecstasy.

"I... I... please... no more... can't stand... anymore..." he trailed off as Alrendo hugged him, kissing his neck and slowly, tenderly drew his dick back out from inside.

"Nearly done, we just need to package you for delivery and then we are leaving town with the circus." Al murmured into his fur, fingers tracing over his back, scritching up to fondle his ears as the mouse let out a very confused squeak.

"Deli... delivery where... I...." Lifting his head into the scritching he squeaked as he found himself nose to tip with Tom's cock. The black otter grinned down at him and smeared pre-cum over the tip of Lez's nose.

"Just a short trip in comfort back to your Frat house... you can show all your muscle bound Frat brothers what a good girl you are."

Lez wasn't given the chance to object; Thompson thrust his hips forward and spread the tip of his cock around his head. He wasn't entirely surprised the otter's cock could stretch that far. The slick flesh flattened his ears to his head and closed about his new, scrawny neck in short order, what he was more in a panic about was how his frat brothers would react when they saw him like this! If they even believed it was him...

Wriggling back and forth the mouse found himself slipping deeper into the clinging flesh of Thompson's dick, it was different from his last trip. The scent was richer, more masculine and the otter's pre-cum squished around his body in thick continuous waves that helped lubricate his body and drag it deeper. It was a tight fit, the otter's shaft stretched just far enough to s let his body through, and the hot flesh squeezed his frame, pulling him along, helping him to drive headfirst into the hot, sticky depths. It's inexorable climb up the length of his body, the slow, tormenting tease against his fur and the hot, potent otter musk that rushed into his lungs with each shuddering, squeaking breath. It was all too much, coupled with the thought of being left out where his brothers could find him, his identity, everything he had worked for, the title of Alpha male, leader of the Frat house... all of it stripped away, reduced to a squeaking, desperately horny mouse slut. With one last squeaking sigh Lez passed out, his body making the rest of the journey into the hot liquid filled prison easily.

Without the constant struggles of his protesting guest working against him Thompson packed the little cunt-boy into the safety of his nuts. Stretching he grinned at his brothers, legs spread wide to either side showing off his large nuts to them.

"So shall we make that delivery we promised?" His smile spread wider as the other otters nodded, kneading his bulging sac with their paws. "Well then, lets drop the little girl off and skip town."

~fin