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Keine shoved the door of his beat up old truck closed, grunting a curse under his breath when it refused to catch on the first try. A sharp bump with his hip finally made the latch catch and he headed towards the non-descript entrance of the windowless, warehouse like building. There was a simple paper sign taped to the door and the Doberman peered at it over the top of his sunglasses.

'The Artist's Stroke'

Casting Entrance

Satisfied he was in the right place, he pushed opened the door, pausing a minute as he let it swing shut behind him to allow his eyes time to adjust to the sudden dimness of the interior. He hooked his sunglasses on the collar of his black t-shirt and headed towards the open door at the end of the hall where his sharp ears could hear voices. He poked his head in, immediately realizing with some amusement that he was by far the tallest person in the room. There were only three other people there- a striped hyena on a chair in the corner reading, and a white otter talking with a red fox. All three glanced up as he cleared his throat and the fox's face lit up.

"Ah, you're here! I was just letting you guys know that we're almost done setting up in the studio. Take a few minutes to get to know each other and get ready to go." Keine stepped aside to let the red fox bustle past and then stepped into the room, shaking paws with the white otter.

"Oliver, right? I'm Keine." The otter tilted his head slightly to the side with a grin.

"Nice to meet you. How'd you know?" Keine shrugged, letting the duffel bag slide off his shoulder and to the ground, drawing his eyes away from the otter's ice blue gaze.

"I've seen some of your other work. Besides, this is pretty obvious." He tapped the silver pastel case dangling from the water weasel's collar. His eyes wandered lower, noticing that Oliver was already shirtless, leaving his slick glossy white coat practically glowing under the light. As he let his hand fall away from the paste case, he admired the sharp contrast of his velvet black against the shocking white. Oliver reached up and caught his paw as if his mind was wandering the same trails, the black webbing of his paws nearly blending into the doberman's fur.

"Thanks. You two better lose the clothes, Robin said they were almost ready for us." Oliver let Keine's hand fall, shimmying out of his pants in one fluid motion- the doberman was pretty sure he hadn't been wearing any underwear at all. Feeling his sheath swell in quick response as his mind turned to what was turning out to be quite an excellent day, the dog peeled out of his t-shirt, smirking at the playful murmur of appreciation from the otter. Un-belting his jeans he glanced towards the back corner of the room where the hyena had finally set aside his book and was unbuttoning the cuffs of his pale lavender dress shirt.

"Hey buddy, you're the third guy?" He asked cheerfully. "I'd like to at least know your name before we go out." Pale silver-yellow eyes glanced up briefly before the hyena's studious attention returned to his buttons. His large ears tilted back slightly, flushing a dark shade of peach in slight embarrassment.

"Nadie." He murmured, the shirt falling open to reveal his slender, ivory striped torso. For all his shyness, he didn't seem particularly modest, peeling out of his slim tailored slacks and folding them neatly next to his shirt. Keine didn't press, though he was hard pressed to imagine a time when he'd had the opportunity to play with two prettier partners. Instead he finished kicking off his loose jeans, dropping them in a pile next to his t-shirt and bag.

The door opened again and the red fox popped his head in, bright eyes drifting over each of them appreciatively for a moment before he spoke. "Well gorgeous furs, let's walk and talk, there's business to be done!" Keine shook his head at Robin's enthusiasm and followed Oliver and the fox out of the room, pausing to make sure Nadie was with them. The slim hyena fell in beside him, casting a sidelong glance at the doberman. With the three of them standing quite close together now, he noted that Nadie was a few inches shorter than Oliver, who was practically a whole head shorter than the doberman.

Unable to resist the swinging white hips in front of him, the dog reached out and pinched the alabaster furred ass, grinning when the otter chirped and jumped, glancing back over his shoulder with a flash of wide surprised blue eyes and a good natured grin. There was a soft snort of what sounded suspiciously like laughter from Nadie and Keine decided that the three of them would get along just fine. At least they all had a sense of humor.

They'd all read the relatively minimal script- well, more like an outline than a script since there wasn't much dialogue or anything. The set up was draped largely in white with a couple of battered easels and miscellaneous art tools scattered around a center platform. Oliver took his place first, hopping up on top of the platform and sprawling out like he knew how to model, stretching his svelte, fit body out as if basking in the attention of the invisible artists at their empty easels. Nadie picked up his pace, the hyena seeming to become more relaxed under the bright studio lights. His dusty charcoal and ivory fury wasn't such a stark contrast from the otter as he perched on the platform next to him and reached out to stroke a paw lightly down the otter's side from shoulder to hip.

In a lithe movement the otter rolled so he was facing Nadie, reaching up to brush his webbed paw over the wildly striped mane. The smile on his short, broad muzzle widened when the scavenger arched under his hand, eyes part closing. Keine brushed his paw over his own swollen sheath, rubbing his thumb lightly over the slick red tip starting to protrude. Oliver's impressive girth was already hard against his stomach, but Nadie's drawn up leg hid his arousal from the doberman.

Keine waited just long enough for the otter to draw the slender hyena down into a kiss before he moved to join them, hungry honey colored eyes drinking in the view. Their kiss broke and Oliver beckoned him with a languid paw, eyes sliding sideway slightly. The doberman followed his gaze and his muzzle part in a wolfish grin at the three multi-colored pastels resting just off the side of the platform. He snagged one, marveling at the radioactively bright colors. He offered it to Nadie, who eyed it suspiciously. His nose quivered at the curiously strong scent though and he leaned in, snorting and jerking back when the doberman bumped it playfully against his nose, leaving a streak of bright orange and green. The hyena inhaled the sweet scent and smiled, huffing a quiet laugh.

"Smells like candy." He reached out and took the brightly colored pastel, intrigued. Oliver sprawled on his back between them, the hyena parched near his head and Keine on his opposite side crouched near his hip. The expanse of white otter belly was too much of a temptation and Nadie scrawled a wandering brightly colored line across the blank canvas of his slick fur. Keine picked up the next one, sniffing it curiously. The colors were more subtle, ochre and rose on one end and cream and charcoal on the other. It was a gentle counterpoint to the vibrancy of the other, and taking the otter's paw he traced the smooth curves of his arm from shoulder to fingertip, enjoying the subtle play of color on his fur.

With his free hand, Oliver snagged the third pastel. Before the doberman could pull away, the otter had drawn a line of playful turquoise and magenta down his chest. The scent of it hit him a moment later- heavy and musky, yet strangely floral, like sex on a bed of roses. A low growl echoed in his throat and he felt himself swell further, his entire length spilling from his sheath. The otter had already turned on their other partner though, coloring the hyena's monochrome stripes with dashes of deep red and blue.

Between the shifting angles and the heady scents of the pastels, now the doberman could see that Nadie was just as aroused as both of them, his rock hard length free of its sheath and nestled against the shaggy fur of his belly. Stretching out alongside the otter on the wide platform, Keine found that his long body allowed him the convenience of his cock rubbing strings of pre through the otter's dense fur to join the pastel artwork and yet allowed his muzzle to be in perfect proximity to Oliver's groin. Tracing wandering pattern up his inner thigh, the canine pressed one paw down against the base of his tail, partially pinning it while he delicately traced the edges of the otter's female sex, bringing a shudder and moan from him that was quickly silenced by meeting the hyena's clever muzzle and tongue.

Setting aside the pastel, Keine ran his broad tongue down the otter's pulsing rod, enjoying the first salty taste of pre gathered from the tip. He didn't linger there though, nudged the heavy balls aside to dip his tongue into the damp well of the otter's slit, teasing over the herm's clit and delving deep to taste his feminine juice. A growl caught in his throat as two hot tongues began to wash his throbbing cock. He fancied he could guess which one was which by the different texture of their tongues, but more likely it was because every time the otter twitched and moaned he could feel the brief lapse in attention and quietly basked in the idea that he was responsible for it.

Suddenly a muzzle engulfed his length, suckling it down a tight, eager throat and he jerked his muzzle away from the otter's sex, panting as a low groan escaped him. He shifted slightly to look down the length of their bodies. Nadie's eyes were hooded in half pleasure, half concentration as he bobbed on the doberman's cock, his own hips twitching as the otter's paws stroked his modest length. Catching the ice blue eyes watching him, Keine turned his muzzle back to the banquet laid out for him, washing the otter's lips and taint with broad laps of his tongue. He nudged down a little farther, swirling his tongue over the velvet black pucker, just teasing the otter's back entrance before he drew up again, all the way up along the otter's hard length to the head. He teased and suckled for as long as he could stand Nadie's expert administrations.

The doberman pulled away from Oliver's cock, reaching down to grab the hyena by the scruff, drawing him off his throbbing arousal. The hyena whined and struggled slowly, shooting him a hooded glare that wasn't quite angry, but reluctant to be denied. The challenge in that look made Keine grin.

"Oliver, move." He growled. The otter shifted quickly out of the way, making room for Keine to push the hyena down on his back, a warning nip on his throat convincing him to stay there though the doberman wasn't sure he really needed much convincing. He caught Oliver by the thighs, guiding him over to straddle the slender hyena, catching the otter's small ear between his teeth briefly as he pressed him down, guiding the hard length into the otter's tight, wet snatch. Nadie gave a sharp buck and moaned as he pressed himself inside, paws grabbing the otter's hips. Oliver's head tilted back, muzzle parting as his own moan mingled with the hyena's.

Keine shifted back, watching for a moment as the white otter, now smudged with bright trails of color, settled into a quick, hard rhythm. From the look of things, the hyena wasn't going to last long. There was only so long the doberman could resist the temptation, his paw sliding along his own thick length dribbling liberal amounts of pre in eagerness. He surged forward, drawing the otter's tail sharply out of the way and earning a startled squeak of surprise. He pressed the tapered tip of his cock to the velvet star, and the white tail curled back around him with remarkable dexterity. With a short, hard thrust he sank the first part of his rod into the impossibly tight otter's rump, grabbing the back of the otter's neck in his teeth to muffle the growl.

The otter went practically limp at the grab except for the ineffectual twitch of his paws against Nadie's chest and the moans and whimpers that erupted from his throat as the hyena thrust hard into him, rubbing against the doberman's length separated by only a thin membrane. Another hard thrust and Keine tightened his grip, closing his eyes at the luxurious heat as Oliver's body suckled and rippled as though trying to draw him in deeper. He happily obliged, drawing out a short ways only to thrust in to the hilt, groaning heavily as he felt the hyena's length pressed tight against his own in the otter's body and the sudden hot splash of his cum. Wrapping an arm around Oliver's chest he drew the otter off the panting, spent hyena.

"Roll over, Nadie." He let go of the otter long enough to growl. Obediently the hyena twisted onto his stomach, thrusting his soft furred ass in the air, shaggy white-tipped tail flicking off to the side to reveal his pucker, shiny from lube though Keine couldn't imagine from where. The idea that the hyena had possibly been prepared for this all day, even under his conservative slacks, just made the doberman more eager. Oliver ground back against him and he reached around, guiding the otter's girthy length toward the soft rose colored back entrance.

The hyena groaned and pressed back against the head, stretching slowly around the well-endowed otter. Keine gave himself over to the desire to rut, each thrust of his driving Oliver deeper into the eager submitting hyena. Nadie mewled and squirmed and arched back onto the invading cock until it was completely hilted. Each backward pull of the doberman pulled Oliver out some, and each hard thrust drove him in with the aid of his webbed paws on the hyena's narrow hips. Finally Keine's knot swelled too large and he hesitated briefly, muzzle pressed beneath Oliver's ear.

"Tie or no?" He growled. The otter's head tilted back, breath coming in shallow pants that told Keine he couldn't be too far from release.

"God yes, please tie me, I want to feel your knot." He cried. Keine didn't need further encouragement than the mingled moans and cries of the two hot, writhing partners underneath him. A few short, hard thrusts and he felt Oliver's ring beginning to stretch. He pressed forward, grabbing the otter's scruff between his teeth again as the tightness became almost unbearable. Then the sudden relief, hot envelopment of his swollen knot and Oliver clamped down tightly around him. He hammered a few more deep thrusts, jamming himself deep inside as he painted the inside of the otter in his seed. He felt Oliver shudder in ecstasy beneath him, body shivering with his own release into the hyena trapped beneath them both.

Slowly the glow began to fade and Keine dragged them all onto their sides with some effort to keep from squishing the slim striped hyena. There was a faint grumble and a whine as Oliver slid free of Nadie with a wet shlick and the hyena propped himself up on his elbow, running a paw through his tousled and sweat mattered mane.

"Brilliant!" Robin applauded from the sidelines, beaming. He rattled on about the other scenes they would be shooting and Keine just laughed, feeling pleasantly sleepy.

"Sounds good." He muttered through a yawn as the red fox moved off. Nadie moved away but Oliver reached out, catching his wrist.

"Leaving already?" The hyena hesitated, ears falling back as he seemed to withdraw a bit, nodding.

"I've got finals to finish prepping for, and a whole load of course work to finish that I brought for between scenes." He didn't pull away though so Keine reached out, glad his handful of extra inches translate to arm length so he too could reach the hyena, trailing his blunt nails over the back of Nadie's hand.

"Come on, Oliver and I are stuck here for a bit. Keep us company." He grinned. Oliver drew the striped hyena back down onto the padded platform, and Keine watched with more than a little satisfaction as Nadie settled in the white otter's arms, head tucked down and ears laid back, showing a brilliant shade of flustered red.

"I suppose it can wait a bit." He murmured. Satisfied, the doberman rested his muzzle on Oliver's shoulder, all in all quite pleased with how the afternoon had turned out. It was days like these when he loved his work.