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Councilor Troon gripped the wooden armrests of his sitting chair with his large, clawed paws as he began to tense, murmuring soft words of encouragement coupled with vaguely racist comments interchangeably as my eyes watered and I fought back my gag reflex while giving the odious, portly Mole head. It wasn't my first time with the Mole and I knew for certain it wouldn't be my last. Despite him leaning back in his chair, the obese Councilor's gut hung down to a point that it was difficult to please him orally without a hand on his belly, pushing it up enough that I could gain access. It was good for me that belly rubs were a turn-on for him.

The Mole, as with other Counselors, were forbidden from taking a mate, hence his occasional 'use' for me, which was fortunate since, as a Human, I didn't have any representation among the ruling council. Any of my request, suggestions, and supplications had to be granted to me by the Councilors of other races. The Concilium Animalium considered Humans carnivores despite us being perfectly capable of eating vegetables, thus we were given no positions of power. We were carefully controlled and placated, given a place within the Two Islands-- among the Herbivores as closely watched threats, and among the Carnivores as little more than prey.

I was used to feeling amount of embarrassment at the abuse, scraping for scraps and begging for what little influence I could muster up... usually by blowing the most sexually repressed of the council in exchange for favors. I'd long-since learned to stop hating myself for what I did to get by after I discovered that I had a knack for it... even if it involved the unwashed, unattended cocks of slovenly, abusive, sneering Councilors like Troon. The one thing I was grateful for, however, was that the Mole never lasted long; the offset, unfortunately was that he was neither gentle nor quiet.

Grabbing the back of my head, he pulled me forward until my nose was buried in his greasy, musky groin fur and his thick, salty member almost caused me to gag again. I had made the mistake of that before and, instead, I clenched my eyes and dug my fingers into my leg, forcing myself to let the invading flesh pump jet after jet of acrid, thick Mole semen directly down my throat even as he warbled a fresh exclamation of defamation and praise. Hips shaking, Councilor Troon's breath came out in heaving gasps, as if he'd just run a mile... not that he would have ever been capable of such exercise; he was lazy enough that, when we were together he made me do all the work... not that I minded, considering whenever he DID take control things almost always turned out badly.

His dismissal was simple and to the point; I had done as was requested for him, thus the Human man and woman I represented would be allowed to submit a request to have a child. I offered simple thanks, wiping the stray saliva and precum from my lips with the back of my sleeve; I'd learned it was the most effective way to get what I wanted after such as action. It worked: he opened up the drawer of his desk and threw antiscentik at me. The small vial of slightly cloudy, greenish fluid could easily remove the scent of any body odor, internally or externally. I drank it down almost to the last drop, saving just enough to rub into the cloth on my arm.

It was a well known fact that most of the residents of the Two Islands had an amazing sense of smell (except for Humans, of course) and most Councilors didn't want any proof that they'd 'traded favors' with a Human like me. That worked to my advantage of course, since it led them to believe that I was their plaything alone. I wasn't of course... I had to make my living, and that meant doing what I was good at: obtaining favors from the council for clients who would pay me for my work. My clients didn't know how I did it, which served me just fine since I didn't want anyone else learning how best to lobby the council and take away my business. Servicing five or six Counselors a day wasn't exactly easy work, but it got me (and my clients) what was needed.

The council guards were used to seeing me on the premises and, by that point, I almost never had any trouble with them-- one of the benefits of blowing their commander, a particularly large (in more ways than one) Tapir. It was a one-time arrangement, especially since Captain Rolger knew I wasn't any real trouble (and because his cock shape didn't make deep throating very feasible). In order to remain in his good graces I occasionally found an opportunity to give him a hand job, which he never turned down, and seemed generally pleased to be serviced. He never bothered asking any questions and took it at face value that I was a professional lobbyist; if he had any suspicions as to just HOW I used my mouth to convince the council he didn't speak up... the benefits of being good at what it is I do.

While I wanted nothing more than to return home and bathe, I knew that my tasks for the day wasn't done and, resigning myself to yet more work, heading down the hall three doors and to the opposite side where yet another Councilor's office awaited. I gave the customary polite knock before placing my hand on the soft, stone disc against the wall; while I was never skilled in the ways of magic, I was familiar enough with general uses to be aware that it allowed Counselors to know who was visiting. A moment after my hand pressed against the sigil the door slid open; Councilor Vik always loved to show off his control of magic in even the most casual of ways.

My final appointment for the afternoon was with the representative of the Capybaras and, as was common with most of his kind, Councilor Vik was best described as casual, laid-back, and placid. Vik was one of the easiest Councilors to spend time with since he didn't treat me like some kind of sex toy. Walking into his office, I saw that the Capybara was (as usual) lounging in the hot tub he'd had installed near the balcony overlooking the bay. The strong scent of citrus wafted my way from the waters; he was a fan of citrus.

Saying nothing, Councelor Vik gestured to the bath and I knew right away what he had in mind. Most Counselors granted favors in exchange for the use of my mouth, but Vik was not most Counselors. The rest of my lobbying was done to satisfy men who could not be with women and so they settled for me. In Vik's case, it was me he wanted. He was simultaneously the easiest Counselor to gain favors from, but the one I hated myself the most for using. Despite how much I didn't want to mix business with pleasure, the Capybara didn't make it easy. Gods... he made it hard. He made ME hard. I doffed my clothing before joining him in the water.

Vik somehow convinced me to spend extra time with him that afternoon; I didn't put up much of a fight.