The Raccoon's Hotel - 2
#2 of The Raccoon's Hotel
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...Oh? Hello, my friends! You've all been well, I trust?
Apologies that you've come in on me this way. As you can see over there, my panda is a little under the weather, so I've had to...entertain myself.
If you don't mind, I'm almost finished, if you'll allow me to...
Mmph...yeah..hng...Ahhhh fuck...there we go, heh heh.
If you'll give me a minute to clean myself off, and take this dildo out of me...ah, I got some on the ring...
Hm? This ring? It's my wedding ring. Did I not tell you the story of our lovely ceremony here in the hotel? The panda and I tied the knot about 5 years after we turned my mansion into the hotel.
The panda, of course, has a matching ring, just a little bit larger to fit his finger.
So then, as I clean my seed off myself, allow me to tell you the story.
One morning, I had woken up to the panda's penis near my face. Not an unusual sight for me, but I didn't have any memory of what had occurred the night before. I had an excruciating headache.
The first conclusion I made there was that I must have fellated the panda the night before. I then looked at what we were wearing. The panda had been wearing the top of his wedding coat, while I was wearing black stockings on my feet.
I moved to the other side of the panda, my head in pain. I then felt the very sudden need to urinate.
I quickly got out of the bed and took out the chamber pot from underneath. As I was emptying my bladder into it, I noticed something shiny was holding my penis along with my hand. I took my hand off it to see that there was a ring on my finger. I looked back up at the panda, still asleep, noticing he had a similarly shiny ring on one of his fingers as well. It had all come back to me.
Before, neither of us thought about the idea of getting married. Once the panda moved into my mansion with me, besides enjoying the luxuries of it, we copulated more than half the time.
Just about every single room in the place had been violated by us, heh heh.
Marriage was in the back of both of our minds.
Not until I learned the news of my sister getting married to her husband did we actually talk about the idea.
The badger came in as the two of us were eating breakfast.
"Sirs?"
"Don't call us that, friend." I responded, with a smile.
"Sorry. I was told today that your sister was married recently, to a cat."
"Is that so?" I pondered.
"A cat? Don't you think she could do bet-"
"Her life's not ours, love." I cut the panda off.
"She was going to invite you to the ceremony, but when she learned that you were with the panda, she removed you from the invitation list."
"Ah, well...s'their wedding, they can invite who they want. I haven't spoken to her in over 20 years. About time someone knocked her up."
The badger went silent, and left us to continue eating.
"...Would you like to get married?" The panda asked.
The question took me a bit by surprise.
"You know I haven't thought of that. I really didn't think two men did that sort of thing together."
"Well...I think it'd be nice."
"It would be." I agreed. "But, where would we find a pastor who would be okay with having two men get married?"
The panda turned back forward, and pondered.
"Hm...That WOULD be tough..."
Not much mention of getting married was made after that, but it came up in conversation every so often, how if we were ever to find a pastor that would allow us to marry, we would have a lovely ceremony inviting friends and guests of the hotel, and even maybe allow them to tie the knot with their special ones as well.
About a few months later, our little daydream started to take form.
A rat had entered our hotel one evening. He clearly looked like he was a man of the church.
He was quite flustered, and seemed embarrassed to enter our hotel.
The badger and I greeted him at the reception area.
"Good evening sir. Welcome to The Raccoon's Hotel."
He trembled a bit.
"This place...is..."
It appeared that word spread to him of the nature of our hotel. He seemed like his intentions were ill, yet you could not hear it in his voice. His brain and heart were arguing inside of him.
"...an...abom...abomi..." He sighed.
"Abomination?" The badger asked.
"...'Tis..."
It took him a minute to gather himself up and find the right words in his head.
"Would you like to take this into a private room, as to not offend our guests?" I asked.
The rat nodded.
We went into my little office. The statues of heavy-set nude male animals caught his eye.
"So," I said as I got to my desk, "have a seat. You seem troubled. Would you like a glass of water?"
He could only nod, he appeared quite depressed as he sat down on the other side of my desk.
"Badger, could you get this man some water? Please close my door behind you."
"Right away." The badger left the office to go fetch the water.
"I can see you're having a bit of a struggle, friend."
"I...would like a place to stay for the night." He cringed a bit as he finished his sentence.
I was a bit dumbfounded myself. Why would a church pastor want to spend the night in a hotel that caters to homosexual men?
"Er...alright. That can definitely be arranged, we have a few rooms available. Single bed?"
He nodded.
"Now...this 'abomination' talk. I guess you know the nature of this place."
The badger returned to the office with a glass of water in hand. He closed the door behind him and handed it to the rat.
He took the glass and eagerly drank the entire thing fairly quickly.
"Thank you for that," he continued, "and yes, it is an abomination to the Lord that a place like this exists."
"And yet, you would like a room for the night?"
He went silent again.
"Take your time." The badger said. "We don't judge the opinions of others here."
"The badger's correct, but I'm having a little trouble figuring out why you demean this place yet want to spend the night here."
"...It's because..." He trembled. He looked as if he was about to start crying.
"I can't say it! I feel I'd be letting myself and fellow pastors down if I ever admitted it. " He wiped the tears from his eyes.
The badger and I looked at each other and nodded. I then took a key from one of my desk drawers.
"Okay, we won't question you further. If you'd still like that room, here's the key."
The pastor took the key.
"Uh...Um...I believe you also have an offer to...to have someone com-"
"Would you also like an escort for the night?" The badger asked.
The rat sniffled, and nodded.
"Badger, please show our friend to his room. I'll go and choose an escort for him."
"Wait...don't I-"
"Don't you worry, my good sir, I'll get you just the right one." I cut him off.
The badger took the rat to his room for the night. As he did that, I went to recreation room, where the escorts normally stayed until they were asked to accompany a guest.
I went up to one of them, a bulldog. He was toned, but barrel-chested, and had a nice soft belly. The panda and I invited him up to our room for some fun one night. Despite his tough looks, he was a gentle sweetheart, and definitely gentle in bed, but could hold his own if a guest was particularly rough.
"My friend, one of our guests, a pastor, requests your services tonight."
"A...pastor?"
"I'm not quite sure either. If he does anything strange you should definitely be able to defend yourself. He's a bit frail. I don't think he would, but, just in case."
"Of course." He said.
"Here's the key to his room." I gave him the other key that opened the lock on his door. "Try and see what his motives are, maybe he can vent to you his troubles. The badger and I weren't quite able to do it, we think he's just ashamed to admit himself."
The bulldog nodded, and went up to the rat's room.
Later that night, the panda and I were in the room. The panda started fellating me as I spoke of the events earlier that evening.
"So, a pastor is staying the night here."
"Mmhmm?" Was pretty much all he could say with my dick in his mouth.
"The badger and I greeted him and took him to my office. He was very nervous and unsure of hismelf. He insulted...ohh...our hotel, yet requested to stay the night. I'm not quite sure what his motives are. He also requested...ah, fuck...an escort for the night, our bulldog is in there having sex with him...mmph..."
The panda took me out of his mouth for a second.
"Well it doesn't sound like he'd try to set this place on fire...right?"
We both went silent.
"...No. No, I don't think a man of the church would willingly do that, even if this IS a place they'd condemn."
The panda shrugged, and went back to sucking on me.
"I'm sure our friend will...yeah...tell us what's going on in the morning...ahh fuck!" I ejaculated into the panda's mouth as I finished the sentence.
The next morning, as the badger and I were setting up for the morning check-outs, the escort greeted me from across the room. I waved him over and allowed him to follow me into my office.
"So, what was going on with the rat? Did you learn anything of note?"
"Yes, quite a bit. This'll take awhile to hear, do you mind listening to the long story?"
"No, go ahead, the badger can take care of things."
"Alright.
I entered the pastor's room, and found him sitting on his bed, muttering to himself. He was quite distraught.
"Good evening, pastor." I introduced myself.
He looked up at me, tears streaming from his eyes. He didn't look like he wanted an escort. It looked like he wanted to respond but couldn't.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
That seemed to make it worse. He cried a bit harder.
I stayed quiet, while he continued sobbing to himself, but I also felt it'd be wise to leave. I started for the door.
"Wait...please." He stopped me. "Sit."
I followed his instructions and sat down beside him on his bed.
It took him awhile, but after a few minutes he stopped crying.
"I...feel...conflicted." He said. "I am a man of the church, yet...I want to commit this sin. I don't know why. I thought this stopped the day I became a pastor."
Our predictions about him were correct. He's a homosexual, but he fears letting others know, for fear of losing his status, and his life.
"I don't want to stop being a pastor. I love it, I love helping people, giving them hope for themselves. But I also...I can't say it. It's too difficult."
I hugged him to let him know everything was alright.
"I've been going around for years, telling men and women to never do what I'm about to do myself, or they'd burn in hell for eternity. Some of my fellow pastors have even caught men and women in the act, and had them killed."
He went on to tell me things like that he has always felt an attraction to men, but thought he'd grow out of it as he aged, and turned to the church to see if it'd help. He thought it did for awhile, but the attractions always came back. He'd try and fight them off, getting especially angry at men who didn't.
Last night was the first time he listened to his heart and let what it felt should happen. He lifted up his robes not long later, revealing that he wasn't wearing much of anything underneath them.
Of course, when I removed my breeches, his member shot straight up into the air. It's not unlike yours, raccoon, save the color of the fur on his balls.
As ordered, I asked him what he wanted to do. He wanted to try putting my cock in his mouth, and requested that I'd do the same with his. It didn't take him long to pop, and the amount that shot out, s'as if he hadn't jacked it ever...but I kinda expected it, him being a man of the church and their telling everyone it's bad for you.
After we did it, he requested I stay the night with him. He felt a bit more happy with himself, and was more willing to talk. It was as if a big weight came off him.
Oh, one more thing...he does not have the money to pay for his stay. He hopes maybe his dire situation and being a pastor would exempt him from fees. He's still up in there, wondering how to break it to you."
"I see. Thanks for that, my friend." I said to the escort.
Of course a man who cannot pay for his stay does not get off with a gratis night in a hotel room, especially with an escort. They must make it up to us, and with our own predicament earlier, I had the PERFECT idea, heh heh.
As the bottomless panda woke up from his sleep, he came downstairs in one of his longer robes and entered my office.
"Morning. What happened with that pastor?" He asked, not forgetting our conversation the night before.
"He's still up there, I'll spare the details but I think we can have that wedding we've been talking about sooner than later." I smiled.
"...Oh?"
Later, the pastor finally came down the stairs, a little less flustered than the previous night, but flustered over what he was about to tell me.
"Good morning, sir. Your stay comes to £25. £20 for the room, £5 for the escort."
"Is that so...well, I'm not sure how to say this, but I've got absolutely no money on me. You see, those meager donations at the church are what allowed me to eat and sleep at night. I don't get paid. I hope you understand, and could...perhaps, waive those fees?"
"Well, we can waive the fee, but only in return for something that was worth your stay." I responded.
"Oh? Well...what do you feel is worth my stay?" He asked.
The panda chimed in.
"Say...have you ever wedded couples before?"
"Well, yes, that was one of my duties at the church..."
"Some of our staff, including the panda and I have been wanting to make their relationships official. We can let your stay be gratis if you can wed us."
The rat's eyes widened.
"WHAT?"
"The panda and I would like to be married. Some of the other staff also would like-"
"I know what you said, but I can't do that! The church wouldn't like that, the Bible doesn't even allow it!"
"...Shame." The panda and I said in unison.
"I'm sorry sirs, but that's just something I can't do! Even after I've finally admitted my own sexuality to myself last night, I'm forbidden from performing a wedding ceremony between two men. I'd lose both credibility and my job."
"£25." The panda said.
"I told you I haven't the money." The rat responded.
"It's either pay us or wed us, unfortunately." I said.
"I can't do either."
The panda and I looked at each other, with concern on our faces.
"This is a pretty grim situation..." I said.
"Well...probably not as grim as the nearby town learning what its local pastor did with a bulldog last night." The panda responded, a smirk appearing on his face.
The rat's eyes widened again.
"NO! You wouldn't dare ruining a poor pastor's name. Please!" He begged.
"Well, you know the price, and it will be paid, one way or the other." I said.
The rat let out a sigh of surrender. He put his hands in the air.
"...This wedding can't take place in a church. In fact, just word of two men being married to each other would turn the church on its head searching for this place. This hotel isn't exactly legal, I'm sure you're both aware."
"Oh, that's more than fine, sir. We'll take care of the location, we just want you to perform the ceremonies. It'll be a fairly quiet thing outside of this hotel."
"So then...are these weddings happening today?"
"Oh, no, they will take a bit more time to plan. First we must write up a written agreement that you will sign, saying you will perform these ceremonies. Once you sign the agreement you'll be free to leave the hotel. Until then, you may enjoy our facilities, gratis, and your little secret shall stay mum with us." I smiled.
The rat thought about it for awhile. He started to smile a bit.
"I guess that's a blessing in disguise. Even if I did leave today, I wasn't quite sure where I'd go."
"Think of it as a thank you from the panda and I. We've been wanting this to happen for awhile now."
I held out my hand for the pastor to shake it. He firmly shook it.
About a week or so passed, and we surveyed the staff who had significant others and wanted to also get married. The badger and his mate, the boar, were among those, as well as some of the musicians and housekeepers. Even some of the escorts wanted to tie the knot, feeling their jobs didn't get in the way of their love for each other.
While the agreement was written up, the staff cheered up the pastor, helping him feel better about himself, telling them stories about themselves and their own sad tales of keeping their lives secret. It was new to the pastor, most of the time he'd make people feel better about themselves, rather than the other way around.
Once the agreement was finished, he signed it, and was allowed to leave. We also let him in on a few areas of the nearby town he'd feel more welcome, and let him be himself without fear. Like our hotel, they're relatively secret.
Weeks passed, the staff was getting more and more excited about the special occasion coming up. The panda and I helped get them get things like their wedding attire, rings, etc. It was to be a special few days of weddings, with the panda's and mine being the grand finale.
All the staff and guests were invited to attend each ceremony. Formal clothing was encouraged, but not required.
As expected, the pastor returned to the hotel, prepared to join the hotel's couples together.
"Good morning, pastor." I greeted him.
"Morning. Are we all ready to get these weddings over with?"
I laughed. "Yes, our first two are this afternoon and evening. There will be another two tomorrow, One the next day, and the panda's and mine at the end of the week."
The rat jumped back a bit. "That's quite a few!"
"Heh heh, yes, we've got a lot of staff here in the hotel who just loved the idea of tying the knot. We all thank you very much for agreeing to do this." I hugged the pastor.
He returned the hug. "Thank you for helping me admit myself."
"It's not healthy to suppress such an important thing about you. We're glad we helped you come to terms with it."
Everything was all set up, the main hall was decorated, seats placed, food sitting on the tables, the altar overlooking the pool outside the big window.
The weather was amazing each day that week, the sky a bright blue, not one cloud present. Weddings that took place in the evening oversaw an amazing sunset. The musicians played special music for the occasion.
They were all quite pretty, very tear-jerking. The panda and I ushered each one except for our own, watching each couple join together.
The pastor himself even thought they were lovely, wiping tears from his own eyes as each couple now married, kissed each other. He was a little weirded out to see the panda never wearing the bottom half of his suit, but got used to it.
A party was had after each wedding. There'd be a lovely night of eating, drinking, and the occasional bit of flirting between guests.
The next day, the next two couples wed. As with the previous day, they were just as amazing.
There was a break the next day. All the staff resumed their normal duties.
The panda and I got to the badger and his boar at the front of the hotel.
"So, you two are next." I said, smiling.
"Yes we are! Are you excited?" The badger asked his mate.
"Of course!"
The two kissed each other.
"After us, it's you two." The boar said.
The panda and I looked at each other.
"You ready?" I asked.
"As I'll ever be."
The panda smiled. It brought back a flood of memories, many of them from the day we first met.