Working Overtime (Patreon)

Just a little free YCH story for the patrons! 

Cast: Oslow, Match, Atka, Striker, Zale,  Julien

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Tusk’s stomach rumbled as he sat on his skateboard under the freeway overpass. Rain fell in curtains across Mercy Falls and collected in silver pools that reflected the steel-grey sky. In the shelter under the road, the air was cool and the storm brought a freshness to the usual dank.

“Fucking rain… not a single john all day.” The lithe water deer muttered to himself and reached a hand into his cut off jean shorts and fished out the last morsel of a candy bar he’d been rationing throughout the day. He probably wasn’t going to get dinner tonight and he dreaded the cold reception he’d receive from his pimp, Hex, when he showed up empty handed. 

Just thinking about the muscular bat made his cock painfully hard in his shorts. “Daddy… let me make it up to you…” he whispered, as his mind spun a fantasy of kneeling before Hex, spreading his strong thighs and unzipping his black jeans. The heat and musk of his crotch… his massive throbbing member… Tusk has never actually had the pleasure but he’d measured that bulge a hundred times with his eyes. 

The little waterdeer slid his hand down his shorts and began to pleasure himself while he settled into the fantasy. Slow days like this were torture, his super charged libido wouldn’t give him any rest, assaulting him with images erotic day dreams constantly. He often mused that working a corner was the only job suitable for him, he’d been fired from Trash Burger, after all, for jerking it in the bathroom. 

In his fantasy, he was sitting in the bat’s spacious lap, and he could feel his protective wings sorrowing them both, like it was the only home he’d ever need. He felt the heat of Hex’s cock thrust deep inside of his ass, thick veins throbbing as he was filled again and again and again with cum.

Most of Tusk’s fantasies revolved around massively unrealistic amounts of cum and sometimes he’d forget to ask for his money after a job because he’d been lost in relishing that sticky white finish. His mouth watered as he sucked the chocolate coating off his fingers as his busy hand moved from cock to ass. It was tight, having gone unused today, but the warm flesh of his pucker was still silky from his morning cleaning ritual and lotion. He let out a sigh and relaxed, his finger easily gliding deep inside as he thought about those firm hands, one around his throat, the other flat on his stomach which bulged with an ocean of cum.

The sound of tires splashing through puddles brought him out of his revery, and he stood quickly. If it was the cops again, he have to book it before they hassled him. He relaxed as he saw an orange and black stripped van rumble toward him. He instinctively arched his back and let his hoodie fall from one shoulder. His wide hips rocked back and forth sensually as it approached and pulled under the overpass.

The window rolled down and broad-shouldered whale shark whistled. “Buddy o’ mine said, just past exit 69, look for the little deer with the bad attitude, but i don’t see nothing bad here, you look sweet as anything.” 

Tusk smiled brightly and approached the van eagerly, stepping up in the base runner under the door and leaned in the driver side. The deer casually slid a hand over his ass and into his back pocket provocatively, while covertly closing his hand on the knife he kept there. “Bad attitude? I’m innocent I swear.” Tusk flashed his baby doll eyes and bit his lip with one of his fangs.

“If I believe half his stories, you’re one dirty deer. He says he had three dates with you last week and you didn’t spit once!” The whale shark’s gentle eyes were busy peeling off Tusks clothes. “Hope you’re hungry tonight? How much fir the works?”

Tusk instantly knew who this ‘buddy’ was and he chuckled to himself. “That old bear is telling tales on me!” Tusk said, adopting his prospective John’s manner to put him at ease.”$20 for top, $50 for everything, sugar.” The little deer batted his eyes as his grip relaxed from his knife and moved to the big belly of the shark and slid down to grope his big bulge, the semi hard erection visible down the thigh of his jeans. Instantly his mind was flooded with images of that cock shooting thick ropes of cum over his face and running down his cheeks like a warm, white lava flow into his mouth. 

The shark pulled out a money clip and counted out 20 after 20 then handed the wad to Tusk, pulling it back at the last second before the deer could snatch it. “You do swallow right? Just to be clear, that’s what I want.”

Tusk’s eyes looked from the cash to the big shark and licked his lips “Every. Last. Drop.” His thick blue-grey finger’s casually flicked the money back to the young deer who took it and began to count.

Tusk was puzzled, there was $300 here...just then, the van door slid open and he heard the cat calls of half a dozen men. The deer raised an eyebrow and his tail twitched excitedly as he  walked to the side of the van and cocked his hip confidently. The van was filled with a thirsty throng of people, the first to greet him being his ‘old friend’ Atka, a burly cream furred bear, behind him a white and grey German shepherd licked his chops and elbowed his buddy a fiery maned lion “heya Match, get a load of this lil treat!” 

The lion smiled and grinned at a beefy otter with dyed green hair “This is gonna be fun, perfect going away present for our favorite little giraffe!” 

The otter helped Tusk into the van and he saw the last one, a rather feminine and petite giraffe in a tuxedo T-shirt. The shark behind the wheel called back to the young giraffe, “Hear that Jules? Anything you want, a little something to remember Mercy Falls by, before you ship out!”

Tusk loved these kinds of clients: recommended, generous and a little nervous. A known quantity. Not to mention a full day's work in one shot… well several shots no doubt. Plus, Tusk honestly needed this as much as they did, 

The attention was exhilarating. Immediately he felt half a dozen hands groping him. Two paws massaged his ass. Fingers scratching down his bare thighs. His hoodie was stripped off and a warm hand slid under his shirt and across his chest. For a moment he just closed his eyes and smiled as the horny men explored his body. He was passed around, felt a warm tongue on his thigh, someone slapped his ass hard, another put his finger into the deer’s mouth and he sucked it hungrily.

After an intoxicating minute of being manhandled, he found himself in the lap of the cute giraffe, Jules. Tusk moved his hips in a deep circle, pushing back against them and feeling their cock stiffen in their pants. The German shepherd stood in front of him and unzipped, and the inviting scent of canine musk washed over Tusk's face. Without needing to be prompted the little whore leaned forward and began to paint his balls with his tongue, the thick dick flopped into his forehead and immediately began to flex and get hard. Tusk traced a line from his heavy balls, up the belly of the dog’ blue cock with his tongue, swirling it around the tip before beginning to bob up and down in it. He moved his lower half in time with his upper half, his ass pressing against Jules lap, his mouth working the dog’s shaft, feeling the knot begging to swell.

Just then he felt another cock press against his cheek, he took it in his hand, pulled off the German shepherd’s dick, and spit precum and saliva on the lion, Match’s, erection, rubbing it in before licking up a dripping strand, and beginning to blow him. Back and forth, he sucked one then the other, then tried to fit both in his mouth. Looking up at them with his big blue eyes, which then scanned the rest of the van, seeing the heavily muscled otter sitting, rubbing the bulge in his jeans, the long outline of his cock ran down the inside of his thigh. Tusk looked over at the Atka the bear and saw him stand, his cock out. The deer moved his tongue around and between the two dicks in his mouth in a figure 8, before making room for him.

Tusk looked up at his old friend. “Glad you brought friends this time, I thought you truckers were lone wolves.”

Atka grinned, “I hauled freight with Olsow’s crew more then once, sometimes work buddies are the only friends you have and his crew was on leave in the city. I just knew you’d show them a good time.”

The feisty deer stood up, even though he was over a foot shorter then the bear, the cramped van brought them eye to eye. “I know the kind of good time you like, now get on your knees…” the rest of the guys oooo’d as the small deer gave orders to the intimidating bear. Despite the hoots and jeers of his friends, the bear blushed and did as he was told. Tusk then turned and undid his jeans and let them fall to the floor, his perfect peach of an ass right in the bears face. He bounced a few times, letting his meaty butt jiggle, then bent over, the cheeks parting around Atka’s broad muzzle and the bear began to eat the deer’s booty as Tusk braced his hand on the giraffe, Jules’ thighs. 

The flustered giraffe smiled awkwardly as the van was full of overwhelming male energy. The otter and the lion stood next to Jules as Tusk sucked one of their cock’s, then the other, wet squelching sounds filled Jules ears and little wet droplets of saliva and precum flecked their face. Jules licked their lips. Tusk looked up and locked eyes with them. The giraffe held a breath… then Tusk leaned in and kissed them, his breath sweet and musky with the flavor of the other men’s dicks. As then made out. 

Atka gripped both of Tusk’s cheek with his big paws, squeezing them as he licked his ass like a starving bear. He pushed his pink tongue far past Tusk’s tight asshole, making the deer’s knees weak and distracting his focus from the cock he was sucking. Tusk moaned “f-fuck, that feels so good… but, s-stop messing around and fuck me already~”. With that, Atka stood and began to rub his cock between the deer’s cheeks, then, with a grunt, pushed the thick bear meat past the tight ring of Tusk’s asshole. The motion of Atka’s thrust, pushed the deer closer to the giraffe's body and Jules embraced him, their hands sliding down Tusks back and gripped his cheeks, spreading them for the bear, who was now thrusting quickly. 

Tusk put his hands on either side of the giraffe femmy head and pushed back into the bear, his ass slapping in time with the big bear’s thrusting. He could feel his cock throb inside him and Tusk looked over his shoulder, “yesssss…. Fill me daddy, fuck, give me your cum!” Atka sped up for a moment then pushed in balls deep, held it there for a few seconds, before pumping a few more times, emptying his balls into Tusk before slumping back to the far side of the van and sitting down with a satisfied grumble. 

Tusk was breathing heavy but quickly turned his attention back to the otter and licked a long strand of pre cum from the tip and started to rhythmically bob on the smooth, slick head of his throbbing hard on. Stabilizing himself with one hand, the other found Match’s perfect, pink manhood and gave it a squeeze then began stroking it. The otter grabbed Tusk’s horns and started to fuck his face, his thick cock gliding between the deer’s fangs, which were ivory smooth and applied constant but gentle pressure to his dick, as the muscular guy grunted and neared orgasm. Jules huffed, wide eyed as the deer expertly milked the otter of every drop of cum, their gaze darting from the balls as they lifted again and again, pumping thick seed, to the glossy shaft of the cock sliding in and out of the deer’s maw. The giraffe swallowed hard and licked his lips. When the otter had finished filling Tusk’s mouth with thick, white cum, the deer turned to the giraffe and rolled his tongue around and around the milky mess in his mouth, which hung open for the giraffe to see. Tusk winked and then kissed Jules again, letting the cum flow into his mouth. At first the giraffe was surprised, but after a moment, they surrendered to the kiss and began to drink down the otter’s massive load. 

While Tusk was lost in the moment, the grey german shepherd stepped up and positioned himself behind the deer, filling the space Atka had left, rubbing the pointed tip of his cock against his pink tail hole, still slick with bear spunk. As the dog pushed in, he sighed in ecstasy as the smooth, tight hole engulfed his cock in a warm slick embrace, the bear cum acting as gooy lubricant. The deer gasped, and began to push back onto the blue cock, moving his hips like a dancer, then turning his head to the side and starting blowing the lion, Match. Faster and faster, the dog fucking his ass, the lion fucking his mouth, Tusk hadn’t even noticed the whale shark had hauled himself into the back of the van and leaned on the seat next to Jules and Tusk, taking the otter’s place. The kind eyes of the shark, Oslow, looked down at the feminine giraffe as Tusk hungrily sucked and fucked the two men he was spit roasted by. 

The shark ran a finger through the giraffe’s hair, “Enjoying the show, Jules?” The giraffe nodded up at him and then looked down at the pulsing cock in front of him. “Oh~ Looks like someone is getting a little thirsty from all this. Maybe you’d make an even better crew member on my next salvage job off shore, could use a hot crew mate.” He pressed the tip of his warm cock to Jules’ lips, who, still looking up at him began to slowly work his lips down to the base of the big shark’s cock.

The dog behind Tusk was now humping his ass so hard and fast that the water deer lost his concentration and was like a limp rag doll between them, his plump, heart shaped butt quivering each time the dog thrust into him. Match held onto Tusk’s horns like they were handlebars and pushed his cock into the deer’s throat, making it bulge lewdly. Meanwhile the whale shark towered over all of them, one fool on the seat next to Jules, enjoying the little giraffe’s mouth. 

The German shepherd howled, pulling out of the deer before his knot locked him into his ass and shot cum all over the whore’s butt cheeks, painting them with long strands of sticky white. The dog panted and grinned up at the whale shark who was fucking their friend’s mouth. “Oh fuck Jules, didn’t know you were so cock hungry, I’m sure we all would have given you a mouthful much sooner!” The giraffe didn’t acknowledge him, so lost in deep thrusting of the big shark, plunging his massive dick down their long neck. The big guy used the giraffe like a cock sleeve, both hands around his neck, fucking in long slow strokes, titing his head back in a deep, bassy moan. 

Tusk and Jules now both quicker their pace, the deer working Match’s cock, the giraffe deep throating the whale, almost like they were racing. The giraffe’s neck was filled over and over by the giant cock, the whale panted and grunted as think veins pulsed down his shaft and he began to cum, gush after gush pumping right down Jules’ throat and into his belly, fucking their head back into the car seat. Not long after, Match pulled out and sprayed thick cum over tusks face, some hulking his forehead, which slid down and pooled under his eye, making him squint. The deer used two fingers to wipe all the cum down into his mouth like a squeegee. 

Tusk looked mischievously at the giraffe, still lost in lust, then straddled their lap again, grabbed Jules’ lower jaw and held it open as he spat the lion’s cum into their open mouth. The van all erupted in excited shouts. “Daaamn!!” “Holy shit that’s hot!” “Fuck yeah!” as the two made out. 

Moments later, a dazed Tusk was standing outside the van as the door slammed, the light rain mixed with sweat, almost steaming off his hot body, as Oslow smiled from the drivers side and banged the outside of the door twice “That was a hell of a show, boy! Next time I’m in town I’ll be sure to look you up!” Tusk just stood there dazed and smiling as the van drove off. 

He pulled the wad of cash from his pocked and let out a sigh of relief. Maybe this time he’d bring in enough money for Hex to finally notice him...