Exchanged Greetings
	- By Khan
	

	The doorbell in the entry hall rang clear and loud,
interrupting the jackals in the midst of dinner. It was unusual enough
for anyone to call on the jackal trio living in the old cathedral
which stood between two high-rise buildings, especially at this hour,
for not only one, but all three of them to rise and walk to the door.
	While Khan stepped up to the door, sliding the small hatch at
eye level out of the way to look out, Keiann and Khalid stood to
either side, slightly behind Khan. The street outside was dark, rain
poured down and obscured the view at a mere 40 metres, but the
shadowed figure standing on the topmost of the rough-hewn, foot-worn
granite steps was clearly visible to the jackal.
	The bat, for that was what it quite obviously was if you
judged by the large, leathery wings that were neatly folded along the
backs of his arms and back, smiled.
	"Hi," said the bat with a small wave of two black furred
fingers, "I'm Maxamillian Letochaya and I'm currently doing research
on the social structures of different canine species at the Locktown
University. Professor Marion Montpellier sent me here, saying that you
would be more than glad to put me up for the duration of my research."
	The jackal who eyed him from the peephole in the large gate
gave Max a dubious look with his one eye as if seriously doubting the
sincerity of his errand.
	"I've decided to study the jackals first. I find them to be so
vastly fascinating with their intelligent, well mannered behaviour and
their amazing sense of duty, family, and incredible social skills,"
Max continued as he endured the glaring scrutiny of Khan.
	The three jackals then looked at each other, Khan turning his
head to the others before again peering out of the slot with his one
amber yellow eye.
	"Hold on a minute," he said and closed the slider.
	"We have to let him in," Khalid said almost instantly. "If Dr.
Montpellier sent him, then I can't very well let her down." Khalid
reached out and grasped Khan's arm.
	"Oh yeah, that was that professor at the university who's
program you wanted to get into.. Archaeology was it?" Khan murred.
	"Yes, exactly! Here's a good chance for me to score some
points with her." Khalid sounded excited and slightly pleading as he
looked back and forth between the two other jackals.
	Keiann shrugged his shoulders as Khan glanced his way,
seemingly totally indifferent, though it was followed by a small nod,
which signalled that he was all right with this.
	"Ok, we'll let him stay for a while, see what develops, that
sort of thing," Khan finally said after a few silent moments. Sliding
the shutter open again, he asked the bat to wait while he opened the
door. A few clicks and whirs later, a two metre tall door swung
silently inwards and revealed darkness to the bat.
	"Come in," a voice spoke from the murk within. Max stepped
over the high threshold into the home of three jackals, rain falling
down outside on the street.

-

	Once the bat was inside and standing on the richly carpeted
floor of the entry hall of the cathedral, the two taller jackals
quirked eyebrows as they spotted the amount of rainwater that dripped
from their new guest's clothing onto the rugs. Khalid didn't quite
notice this as he was peering out from behind Keiann, frankly admiring
the bat while making sure that the target of his interest was unaware.
	As Keiann eyed the water dripping onto the very expensive
green Persian rug, a look of faint dismay came over him. "Khalid, this
won't do. Fetch our guest a towel and a bathrobe, and dry his clothes,
would you?"
	Khalid, at the prospect of seeing Max naked, hurried off to
fetch said items with a small grin on his muzzle.
	"That really won't be necessary," Max protested as he watched
Khalid retreat down the hallway towards some obscure linen closet.
	"Yes it will," Keiann stated insistently, still watching as
their carpet grew wetter.
	Khalid soon came back, panting slightly, probably from having
been running. In his arms he was carrying what seemed to be two
bundles of cloth, one of black silk, the other of white terrycloth.
Holding out the white terrycloth to Max with a bright smile, the
jackal retained the black silk bathrobe, ostensibly to later drape it
around the bat's slightly damp and considerably nude form.
	Now that they all were standing there, they had time to
consider each other, collecting their thoughts as Max dried himself
off lightly.
	The bat, probably a fruit bat if Keiann was correct in his
assumptions, was about 1.65 metres tall, covered in what seemed to be
black fur, although it was currently wet and therefore darker than it
probably was. Dark brown, then, would be the most likely colour. This
guess was confirmed by how down from the underside of his muzzle to
the top of his high, buttoned grey vest, the fur was a soft, chestnut
brown which disappeared somewhere beneath his garments.
	Tall, parabolic ears stood atop the bat's head, perked and
swivelling this way and that as he listened, sensing, the light ridges
inside quivering with anticipation. Eyes that were completely black
met Khalid's as he smiled at the jackal upon receiving the towel, then
slowly roamed over the other two jackals, taking in their height and
figure. The two fingers on each hand held onto the towel quite deftly,
his other fingers forming the struts between the black, leathery
membranes of his wings.
	Khan, being the jackal who had first talked to the bat when
Max was standing outside on the wet street, kept his golden eye
trained on their guest, calmly gazing back as Max studied him. The
jackal had only that eye, the other, left one, was milky white with
scar running from his eyebrow to his cheekbone. Two tall, expressive
ears perched atop his head, flicking now and then, more often than any
of the other two pair of jackal-ears. All three wore piercings in
their ears of varying amount and metal, nothing Max put any further
notice to at the moment.
	The jackal wore no shirt, so Max could clearly see the light
sand coloured chest and belly fur that flowed from beneath Khan's
muzzle and down beneath the rim of the green hipcloth he wore, a knee
length piece of cloth simply wrapped around his waist and tied with a
leather belt. He was certainly lightly muscled, the definition of
abdomen and chest showing beneath the covering of skin and soft fur. A
gold ring pierced each nipple as well as his navel, while a solitary
chain of the same metal encircled his waist.
	Two of the jackals were of similar height, and so naturally
the bat's eyes trailed over to the other one, Keiann. This jackal was,
as far as Max could see, of a darker colouring than the previous one.
He was also slightly more dressed. Keiann had on a pair of black dress
pants and leather slippers, but that was about it, his chest bare like
Khan's. Darker sand coloured fur ran similarly down from beneath the
jackal's muzzle and disappeared at the rim of the belted pants. A
tuftier patch of fur grew from his chest, obscuring some of the
definition of Keiann's bulkier body build. A gleaming circlet of gold
was worn by the jackal around his left bicep which glinted as Keiann
moved.
	"Take our guest...Maxamillian was it? To the blue guestroom
and let him dry off further and change. Then bring him to the dining
room so we may resume our meal," Khan said with a smile for the bat.
	Keiann leaned over before Khalid could lead their new guest
away, and murmured quietly in the jackal's ear, "And do behave..."
	As Max was led away from the other two jackals, he had
opportunity to now study the last of the three. Khalid, as he had
heard the others call him. This jackal was considerably shorter than
the other two, about a full head (excluding ears) taller than himself
and much more lithe. He was showing off his thinner body to great
advantage, wearing a loose, pale yellow tank top and rather short,
tight, cut-off jeans. Although no other piercings than his ears could
be seen, Max was quite sure that this jackal had at least as many as
Khan.
	Glancing down despite himself, the bat's eyes trailed down the
jackal's back to his bushy tail and the two small, golden rings
wrapped round the base. Interesting.
	"Say, what is it you're studying with professor Montpellier?"
Khalid asked with a glance over his shoulder.
	Quickly snapping his eyes back up from the tail he had been
looking at, Max replied. "Oh, it's not actually Dr. Montpellier that
I'm studying with, I was merely referenced to her by my own lecturer,
Dr. Conway."
	"And what program does he administrate?" Khalid probed once
more.
	"Anthropology and Sociology, that's why I'm here, to study
you. Well, not only you, you three," the bat continued hastily,
blushing a tiny bit after having stolen another glance at the two
shiny rings.
	Being a jackal, Khalid was of course as perceptive as the best
of them, and so noticed the furtive glances that Max was throwing at
his tail. Just as they reached the door to the blue guestroom, Khalid
flicked his tail twice back and forth while he held the door open for
the bat.
	"Well, here we are, the blue guestroom. Do you need
any...help?" the jackal said with a warm and somewhat hopeful smile.
	Again, Max blushed as he stammered a reply. "Uh, no, I- I
think I can manage, thank you."
	Khalid held out the black silk robe as the bat passed into the
guestroom, and then leaned against the wall outside to wait.

-

Emerging from the room, Max tugged the ties to the black robe tighter
around his waist. Khalid was still waiting, and he helpfully unloaded
the bat's burden of wet clothing with a small peek at the bat to see
if he could spot anything interesting. Both Keiann and particularly
Khan had told him not to be so damned obvious about frankly admiring
the sexual attributes of their guests, but he just couldn't help
himself, Max was so handsome.
	Walking down the corridor with Max in tow, Khalid held his
tongue for fear of blurting something naughty. Instead, he quietly
introduced himself to the bat as Khalid just before they exited into
the kitchen. Veering off towards a staircase leading both up and down,
Khalid offered the bat a reassuring smile and then was gone, heading
down to the lower levels.
	Having been left alone, Max fidgeted with the ties to his robe
until with a slightly startled yelp he turned to face Keiann who had
carefully tapped his shoulder from behind.
	"We've prepared you a plate of food while you changed. Please,
have a seat." The jackal indicated an empty chair at the dinner table
with an open palm.
	Nodding slowly with a hesitant smile, Max murmured a thank you
and headed over to the table to take his seat. Neither jackal said
anything more as they also took their seats back at the table to
resume their interrupted meal. Khalid soon joined them, having put the
clothes in the dryer, and dinner was consumed in relative silence with
the jackals occasionally asking a question or two about the study that
Max was performing. No answers were given, however, and the bat
explained that he wanted them all to act as natural as possible to
allow him to properly study them for inclusion in his sociological
report.
	About twenty minutes later, Khalid announced that Max's
clothes were probably dry, and that if Max would only be so kind as to
wait in the blue guestroom, he would bring him his clothes soon
enough.
	Done as asked, Max waited until Khalid knocked on the door.
The jackal opened it without a reply from the bat, probably hoping to
catch the poor student in a more flattering mode of dress. Namely
nude. No such luck, and Khalid actually pouted a little while he
handed over the warm bundle to Max and then exited the room with a
murmur, "Please, when you're ready, join us again in the dining room."

-

	Perching more comfortably on the back of the couch a few feet
away from where the three jackals were silently having dessert,
stealing furtive glances at him, Max was deep into making notes on a
little pad he had pulled out of one of his pockets. He paused,
hesitatingly looking up from his writing and smiled brightly at the
three jackals when he saw them peering at him.
	"Oh, don't mind me, I'm merely here to observe and silently
take notes. Please, please, continue your meal."
	Then he looked down again, scribbling on the digital display
of his notepad with brisk strokes.
	Soon, a shadow fell over the page he was busily filling with
notes, and again he looked up and into the shadowed face of the jackal
that had almost magically materialized in front of him. The jackal
flicked an ear.
	"Uh, yes?" the bat started, about to continue asking if he
could help the jackal whose face he did not yet connect to a name, but
was crudely interrupted by the couch seeming to fall backwards.
	In fact, the couch had a folding backrest of the sort that was
able to transform into a flat surface for lounging or sleeping on.
Khan, who had been in front of the bat, bent down to gently pry stylus
and notepad from Max's lax fingers. While carefully putting those
away, Keiann, the one who had yanked the couch into its flat position
while at the same time giving Max a small push forward so that he
landed on his stomach on the actual couch, and not the floor. He
reached forward and deftly turned the smaller creature over onto his
back and took a firm hold of his ankles.
	Before Max had time to familiarize himself with this new
orientation and start struggling, Khalid reached over and swiftly
sought out the bat's two useable fingers on each hand and pulled the
arms above Max's head, forming another bonding grip.
	"Wha-" was all the constrained bat could say before a warm,
soft, but still firm, hand was placed over his muzzle, closing in
restraint.
	Not a word came from either jackal as they held Max down on
the couch-come-bed, nor could Max say anything, merely mutter or
whine. Once he felt another warm hand on the front of his pants,
however, all sounds ceased. That is, until the paw moved down a little
to lightly trail the bat's flaccid member through the fabric. At that
light touch, Max emitted a small snort, as much of a gasp as he could
manage. As the paw wandered further, a couple of clawed fingers
caressing through the crotch of the pants over his balls, Max began to
struggle, making small noises of frustration or fear.
	A soft, hushing sound whispered in one of the bat's large
ears, making Max cast his gaze upwards and to the side where the face
of Khalid hovered, smiling, grinning almost, in a decidedly comforting
yet disconcerting way.
	Max struggled a few more seconds, then another hush followed
by a small lick to the inside of the very tip of his ear sent a shiver
through his body. He relaxed, resigning himself to the soft caresses
of tongue inside his ear and to the careful probing of fingers over
the bulge forming in his pants.
	With a quiet murring word from Khalid, sounding much to Max's
ear like "Good", the hand around the bat's muzzle gently released its
grip, loosening and trailing its fingers down the underside and slowly
over Max's throat down to his chest, where it gently rubbed in the
open space that a vest like the one Max wore created.
	With a sharp intake of breath, the bat raised his head a
little, now able to do so, and looked down along the length of his
body to the hand that was slowly coaxing Max's penis to full hardness.
His eyes trailed up that arm hesitatingly as if he didn't want to know
who was doing it, let alone that anyone was. However, he couldn't deny
the fact that those fingers were doing a skilful job of slowly pulling
him towards arousal.
	Finally, his eyes came to rest on Khan, who in turn gave him a
brilliantly friendly smile, the image distorted somewhat by the
scarred and white eye on the jackal's left side.
	A gentle squeeze of those soft and light fingers, and Max
couldn't help himself, moaning quietly as he watched the expression on
Khan's face turn slightly predatory. It passed, though, swiftly. The
bat lowered his gaze slightly, finding Keiann down by his feet, that
jackal offering an equally friendly if more shadowed smile. From him
came two squeezes of his ankles, no doubt meant to be comforting,
small rubs following to make Max relax further.
	The hand on Max's chest slowly trailed and rubbed its way down
over the closed chest pieces of the bat's vest, stopping at a few
buttons to play with them, but not undoing them. While he continued
smiling, the predatory gleam to his eyes now completely gone, hidden,
Khan rubbed even lower until his fingers stopped at the hem of Max's
pants, teasing with anticipation as his other hand continued its slow
caresses of the bat's now almost painfully restrained erection.
	In the midst of moaning and soft gasps, the sound of buttons
being flipped could be heard as Khan worked his fingers down the front
of Max's pants, opening them slowly. When he was done, he lightly
tugged at the pants, making them more loose and gave the bat's
prominent bulge another, firmer squeeze before pulling away.
	With a yank and a small yelp from Max, Keiann pulled the bat's
pants about halfway down his legs, then murred almost in unison with
the other two jackals as he looked at the hard penis that stood
between Max's legs, above a set of two softly fuzzed balls which were
drawn up with the bat's excitement.
	Before Max could protest his sudden half-nudity, that soft,
warm, and utterly gentle hand returned, stroking light fingers from
the tip of his member down to the base and then slowly up again. A
quiet, shuddering moan escaped the bat's parted muzzle while Khan
continued to tease and play with his cock, his eyes falling closed.
	Now quite sure there would be no more struggling, Keiann
gently let go of Max's ankles and pulled his pants the rest of the way
off. Khalid also released his grip on the bat's hands, softly
caressing his forearms before completely moving away, over to the
side. Leaning forward, the jackal gently nuzzled the side of Max's
muzzle who fluttered his eyes open, turning his head towards Khalid,
mouth open as if to say something.
	A jackal of opportunities, much as his two companions, Khalid
swiftly pressed his warmer than average lips to Max's, murring quietly
while he gently kissed the bat.
	Max, startled, could do nothing but dumbly lay there, at
first. Then, however, urged on by the soft pleasures that Khan's
fingers offered his member and the gentleness with which Khalid kissed
him, he started to respond, easily at first, then more hungrily,
moving a hand down, wing rustling over the couch as he softly caressed
the jackal's cheek with a soft purr.
	This in turn seemed to startle Khalid, who visibly blushed,
pulling away slightly to lick his lips slowly, smiling. Before long,
however, he once more pressed his lips to Max's, greedily kissing the
bat who happily responded.
	In the meantime, Khan had shot Keiann a knowing grin as Khalid
blushed but then resumed the kiss. The two jackals, now on either side
of Max's hips, used one hand each to softly caress and play with the
bat's cock, the others alternatingly running over legs, belly, and
chest.
	Keiann, a little impatient perhaps, slowly leaned over Max to
flick the tip of his tongue across the tip of the bat's penis,
wriggling it gently into his foreskin, murring quietly at the softly
whimpering sound he had managed to elicit. Khalid shot Keiann a dark
look, glancingly including Khan in it, as if reprimanding them both
for being so teasing to the poor bat. He continued kissing, however,
murring comfortingly at Max as they pressed their muzzles against each
other.
	Khan gave Keiann a small shrug and a grin, and then repeated
what the other jackal had done, but more slowly, sliding the warm
surface of his tongue over the underside of the bat's exposed glans,
making Max shiver almost uncontrollably and whimper into Khalid's
muzzle.
	The other jackal quickly followed suit, but lower, letting the
soft, taut balls between Max's legs feel the warm and wet sensation of
his tongue sliding over them. He contented himself with lapping and
licking over the bat's sac, making poor Max squirm and pant for breath
in the middle of his hungry kiss with Khalid.
	As if taking pity on the bat, Khan gave Max's cock one last,
warm lick, and then gently pressed his lips to the very tip, slowly
parting them as he let the smooth head slide into his wet and very
warm muzzle.
	This seemed to be quite enough for Max, for the bat grunted
sharply and pulled his head back from Khalid to let out a long, loud,
whimpering moan while he bucked his hips instinctively. Khan, however,
pulled his muzzle up at the same time, allowing only the tip of Max's
cock into his mouth, tongue sliding over it slowly, teasing.
	Keiann, on the same side of Max as Khalid, gave the other
jackal an apologetic smile, nearly laughing at the sulky look of
Khalid as he was robbed of his kissing bat. Still smiling with his
muzzle buried between Max's legs, tongue now sliding and flicking over
the bat's balls, Keiann reached over a hand to gently stroke Khalid's
rear, sliding his fingers beneath the back piece of the loincloth the
other was wearing.
	The bat writhed and twisted on the flat couch as he was
pleasured by the two jackals, Khan slowly allowing more and more of
the lightly throbbing cock to slide into his warm muzzle while his
hands roamed thighs, belly and side.
	This bat certainly didn't have a bad taste, as was evident by
the pleasure both Khan and Keiann took in licking and slurping over
Max's crotch. They couldn't even count the times they'd done this to
Khalid, infuriating the smaller jackal to the point of rage, and then
swiftly bringing him over the edge with their muzzles and hands.
	With Max, however, they took their time, careful to let him
feel their continued pleasuring, but also doing it lightly enough to
allow him the full scope of arousal, until he was ready to burst.
	Khan's muzzle slowly sank lower and lower, tongue licking
along the saliva-slickened shaft as he went, until his nose touched
the joint of torso and thigh, the bat's entire cock inside his muzzle,
throbbing. Keiann, slightly inconvenienced by the other jackal's
muzzle descending, which made it more difficult for him to get to
Max's balls, swiftly moved around to lay half his body between the
bat's legs, kneeling on the floor as he pressed his slightly cold nose
against the warm scrotum that rested so enticingly there.
	The cold nose and the sensation of his member fully engulfed
in very warm, wet and suckling jackal-muzzle elicited a sharp whimper
from the poor bat, a small spurt of pre hitting a slightly surprised
Khan in the back of the throat. Surprise quickly turned to contentment
as the jackal continued to suckle and lick along the cock firmly held
in his muzzle, a warm murr sending the thrill of vibration through the
hard flesh as he drew Max closer and closer to the edge.
	Khalid, having been enjoying the soft caresses on his rear
Keiann was supplying, tail flagged and waving slightly, gave a
disgruntled and disappointed mutter as the other jackal moved away
from him to slide between Max's legs. Silently he watched the other
two pleasuring the bat for a few moments, that rather tasty-looking
cock out of reach inside Khan's muzzle, and those supple, warm balls
occupied by Keiann.
	Turning his head to look at Max's facial expression, he found
the bat watching him with a distinctly hungry look, muzzle parted in
panting breath. A small smile and a blush crept across his face as he
leaned forward to gently nuzzle at Max's lips and nose. He then
blinked furiously as he suddenly felt gentle fingers cup his
loincloth-covered crotch. The fingers found the jackal's own aroused
member and gave it a light squeeze.
	Gasping softly, Khalid glanced sideways at Khan who had
reached over the bat, Max's cock still held in his own muzzle, single
eye trained on Khalid, giving the other jackal a minute wink and then
looked meaningfully at Max's muzzle, giving Khalid's cock another
squeeze.
	Naturally Khalid grasped what Khan was implying. He was not a
stupid jackal, even if he was less calculating than the other two.
With another blush and a warm smile for Max, he slowly rose and
climbed onto the couch. Sitting with his knees to either side of the
bat's head, he looked down at him, watching him pant, moan and writhe
for a few more moments. Khalid smiled to himself, as well as to Max.
	Reaching down a hand he very gently dragged a few clawed
fingers up the underside of the bat's muzzle from throat to lips, the
motion lightly tipping Max's head backwards until Khalid was sure
that, to Max, his cock was in plain view beneath his tented loincloth.
	Having his eyes closed, Max didn't notice what he was being
offered. So with a small glance towards Khan who was busily slurping
and licking along the length of the bat's cock, Khalid moved forward a
little, raising himself off his rear to almost kneel above Max's head.
Carefully, head lowered so he could visually guide himself, Khalid
steered the tip of his member, slightly covered in pre from Keiann and
Khan's previous attentions, towards the bat's backward-tilted muzzle.
	Upon contact with something warm, slick and hard to his
slightly parted lips, Max slowly opened his eyes, getting a rather
good view of the smooth underside of a jackal's erect penis as well as
a softly furred sac dangling between a pair of strongly muscled
thighs. Pressing forward very gently, Khalid felt Max's lips part
further, accepting without question the jackal's cocktip.
	A soft shudder racked Khalid as he felt the warm, probing tip
of Max's tongue on the lightly dribbling tip of his cock, and he
gladly pushed forward more, arching his hips as he felt more and more
of himself slide into the bat's muzzle.
	Right in front of Khalid's eyes, Khan slowly dragged his own
muzzle up the bat's cock, revealing the glistening length inch by inch
to the jackal that currently had half of his own member down the bat's
muzzle. Khan was teasing, of course, more Khalid than Max, although
both got the benefit of his slow movements. With a wide grin, Keiann
lifted his muzzle from between the bat's legs where he had spent the
past minute or so licking and nibbling on Max's balls, and gently ran
the length of his warm, wet tongue up the underside of the bat's by
now dully aching cock. Taking over from Khan, he then slid his lips
around and over Max, swiftly taking the entire thing into his own
muzzle, sucking and licking on the warm flesh.
	In the meantime, Khan, licking his lips free of pre from
suckling on the bat, had made his quiet way up to Max's head and
thusly Khalid's rear. And most importantly, Khalid's half-flagged
tail, under which he could see the jackal slowly sinking his shaft
further into the bat's muzzle, a most delightful sight indeed.
	Kneeling, Khan sneaked his muzzle in beneath the other jackal
and gently licked Max between the eyes, running his wet tongue up the
length of the bat's muzzle to his nose, after which he continued along
Khalid's half-embedded cock and to his balls. Stopping there for a
while, he concentrated on the soft skin on the back of the balls,
carefully licking until in frustration and overwhelming pleasure,
Khalid shoved the remaining length of his cock into Max's muzzle.
	For a few moments, the bat's eyes went wide with the sudden
motion, feeling the thick tip of Khalid's member slide deep into his
muzzle, nudging at the entrance to his throat. Before he could gag,
however, Khan tugged on Khalid's tail, pulling the eager jackal back a
little again.
	Keiann slowly bobbed his muzzle up and down Max's cock, which
didn't give the bat much brainpower to actually think, merely react,
and so he suckled and licked along the length of jackal-cock he had in
his muzzle, his tongue curling around it halfway up the shaft and
squeezing with a light milking motion.
	The pleasure was clearly getting to the bat, as was evident to
both Khan and Keiann, one able to see Max's facial expressions as he
gently licked at Khalid's balls, the other able to feel it by the
amount of pre that dribbled into his muzzle from the bat's member.
	Picking up the pace, Keiann slid his tongue up and down Max's
rock-hard cock while he subtly trailed one finger down beneath the
bat's balls, the soft finger pad rubbing against sensitive skin,
pressing gently against the perineum.
	This, combined with the very warm and profusely dribbling
jackal-cock in his muzzle, sent poor Max clean over the edge. Back
arched, hips strained upwards, the bat's cock started to pump salty,
thick seed into Keiann's waiting muzzle, the jackal swallowing each
spurt with a quiet murr, eyes glancing towards where Khalid's own cock
was embedded in bat-muzzle.
	Muffled whines and moans emanated from the bat as he came, a
broad smile on Keiann's muzzle as he swallowed down the semen. Khan
grinned to himself as he watched the clenched eyes of Max, the bat
straining not to bite down on the cock in his muzzle. After what
seemed like hours to Max, Keiann slowly pulled upwards, suckling out
the last of the seed as the bat managed to gradually relax, panting
laboriously through his nose while Khalid made small thrusting motions
into his muzzle, the jackal in his own little world of pleasure.
	With a small slurp, Keiann pulled completely off, kissing the
bat's cocktip and then licking his lips. He got to his feet, and left
the comfortable spot between Max's legs. He walked around to where
Khan was softly licking at Khalid's dangling balls. With a small tug
to Khan's tail, Keiann gently pulled the other jackal along with him,
to leave Khalid and Max alone to their pleasures, certain that it
would be quite a while before either of them rested.