Carnaval Fétiche
Well this is a weird one that came from the question: 'Wouldn't more people be into watersports if we could piss beer?' It was fun to write and is super silly. I have more Ideas for kinky carnival games, as hinted at in the story, so there may be other stories in this setting in the future. The tags for this story were hard because they only sort of fit. Is it really watersports if it's beer? Is it vore if it's made of corn? Or fruit? Eh, I'll just tag them all and hope it works out.
Alton walked down the center of the road with his scaly paws in his jeans clutching his wallet and keys. Better safe than sorry at a shady looking carnival. His dark blue scales and fins would have kept him hidden fairly well in the soft glow of torches and fairy lights on this new moon night, except he was wearing a white T-shirt with sky blue sleeves. He was wishing he had chosen to wear underwear though, his cock was peeking out of his slit and zippers are not comfortable things to grind on. He rubbed the gills on his neck as he stopped in front of a food booth.
'You know, I haven't had funnel cake in a long time. Ooo, and they have homemade root beer.' He thought as he stepped in line behind a brown bear. The red fox that was serving everyone was nude except for a white paper hat, with a plethora of dicks hanging from the wall behind him. They were all erect and had fully engorged knots, at a guess they were probably fox dicks. Every order, after the exchange of money, he'd turn around and grab a container for food or a plastic cup for drinks then tug on a shaft.
"Hush puppies and a beer." The tiger a few places ahead of him said, handing over the money. The fox pulled out a cup from under the counter and turned around. It took a few seconds of reading the labels just above the cock before settling on one near the top. Alton saw him pull the shaft down by the head and squeeze it when the cup was in place. A second later a dark amber stream shot out, foaming as it hit the side of the cup. 'That has to be piss' he thought. The fox handed the cup to the tiger and pulled out a paper bowl and stuck a paper towel in it.
"It's cold!" The tiger said.
"Well yeah, we're made for this. Took a while for cold drinks but genetic engineering works wonders." The fox yammered on as he turned and grabbed another shaft on the wall. This one had a huge ball sac hanging down, with way more than just two lumps in it. The red fox pulled it down by the knot this time and clamped down as he aimed it. He had to hold it steady as the dick jumped and throbbed, drips of what would normally be pre flinging about. One of the lumps from the sac moved, disappearing and then a similar lump was at the base of the shaft. The fox was talking to it, his ears and tail perked up, and he was bouncing on his toes. The lump worked its way out in moments as another lump appeared at the base, bouncing once on the paper bowl.
Six of what had to be testicles were orgasmed out of the cock, and the once stretched sac looked like a deflated balloon. But it did look like there was already another lump growing in it. The red fox released the dick and gently tossed the cornbread balls into a waiting fryer.
"Should be just a minute sir!" The fox said with a large grin on his muzzle. The tiger merely nodded as he rubbed himself through his jeans. The fox leaned over and said, "What can I get for you?" to the brown bear.
"Hmm, what are you modified to make?" He leaned forward.
"Little old me? I cum caramel popcorn." The fox wiggled his eyebrows and stroked his rod.
"Oh, I'd love a bag of that." The bear waved his credit card over to the vulpine.
"Comin' up!" The fox smiled wide and grabbed a plastic bag from under the counter and placed it at the tip of his cock. With his other paw he squeezed his knot so hard that it lightened around the edges of his fingers. Moaning the classic fox orgasming moan, a fluttering high-pitched cry, one kernel flew out of his cock, dripping in brown oil. The second it hit the back of the bag it popped, looking like a normal piece of caramel coated popcorn. Then another three kernels shot out the same way, this time popping midair. The next shot held at least half a dozen that also popped midair. The fox had his eyes clamped shut and was leaning on the counter so he wouldn't fall over. His moaning came with every shot of his orgasm, filling the bag surprisingly quickly with at least what would be 30 normal ropes of cum from a fur.
With a sigh he let go of his knot and dick, which deflated and softened slightly, and fumbled a twist tie around the end of the bag. Ding! Went the egg timer that he set for the hush puppies. He used one paw to pull them out of the fryer and hook them out of the oil to drain for a second, then gave the caramel popcorn to the bear after swiping his card. Alton had walked forward as the bear left, watching the tiger get his fried corn balls while his striped paw still stroked the tent in his pants. The fox then turned to the sea serpent.
"And what can I do you for?"
"Just a root beer and a funnel cake, please." He said, pulling out his credit card from his pocket.
With a quick swipe of the card, the fox turned around and pulled on two dicks. The one on his right he aimed at the plastic cup he had just set there and pulled on its red head, the second one was above the fryer, so he merely angled it down and squeezed on the knot. A fizzy dark brown liquid started flowing out of the dick on the right, and on the left a long continuous off-white rope hit the hot oil, speeding the flow with the throbbing of the red cock.
About the time that there was a good-sized funnel cake starting to cook, the cup was full to the brim with the pissed out root beer, water already starting to condense on the sides of the cup. The same excited smile on his face, the red fox passed the sea serpent the cup while mentioning it would be a moment for the cake and then sliding over to the register and helping the leopard that was behind him. He was preoccupied with looking at the two dozen red fox members leaking, throbbing, and bouncing.
"Might I get a hot dog?" He heard someone order, and his thoughts turned.
"Sure thing!" Came the fox's happy reply. The ding of the register made his head turn. Just as it clicked shut the red fox pulled out a meat cleaver from under the counter. With a giddy laughter the fox pulled open a drawer underneath the wall of hanging cocks and pulled out a large knotted cock. As he placed it on the wooden board, he pulled the balls away and lined up the knife with its base. He brought it up past his head, and it slammed against the board with a thwack. As the knife pulled back, there was no blood, but the stump spurted out a rope or two of cum. Using a pair of tongs, the fox picked up and placed the severed shaft on to a flat top next to the fryer where it sizzled just like a normal hot dog would. Alton glanced back at the sheath and balls still sitting back on the cutting board, and a small head of a vulpine cock was poking out where the stump had been.
"So, it all grows back?" The sea serpent said, sipping on his drink. Cold, sweet, and fizzy, just like a store-bought root beer but the flavor was somehow more complex.
"Of course it does," The fox giggled and flipped the funnel cake. "Last thing we want is for our supply to run out."
His black gloved paws used the tongs to turn the hot dog over, one side already getting a good color. He pulled a hot dog bun out of a cabinet and brought it up to a cock and squeezed the head, making a thin yellowish liquid run out on the inside of the bun. The familiar sizzle when the inside of the bun pressed on the flat top clicked inside Alton's head. 'He buttered the bun and is browning it.' The fox pulled the funnel cake out of the fryer with a basket and let it hang in the air as he pulled a new cock out of a drawer and a big piece of wax covered paper out of a box. He set them to the side and rotated the hot dog once more. He looked to be counting on his fingers a second before turning to face the next fur at the register with a smile and a greeting.
"I'd love a strawberry milkshake and French fries." A black and white lemur said, sliding a twenty onto the counter.
"I'd love to serve all your needs," The fox winked and rang him up. After passing back change he rotated the hot dog once more, then picked up the funnel cake with the wax paper and picked up the dick he had set down. He held it by the knot, showing off the metal plate on the back of the member, and squeezed it while shaking it. Spurts of fine white powder shot out of the cock, literally dry cumming, and dusting the mass with what looked like powdered sugar. Smile still on his face, the fox offered it to the sea serpent. "Please enjoy!"
Alton took it and thanked the fox, whose tail was thumping against the counter, before he went back to cooking. The sea serpent took a few steps away from the stand before he bit into the confection, and was hit with the sweet, fluffy, buttery, crunchy, slightly greasy goodness. He bit his lips to hold back a moan as his cock pressed harder into the tent in his jeans. His eyes darted around to see if anyone caught his embarrassing moment, but everyone around him had tents or wet spots on their pants or both. This was normal for this carnival and everyone just went along with it.
He turned back to the fox's food stall as he ate the rest of his snack, just in time to see the fox squeezing whole strawberries out of a knotted shaft by gripping the knot and abnormally large nut sack. He then was rushing around getting the penis shaped hot dog to the cheetah while taking a cock off the wall and putting it in a vibrating ring so it would release soft serve ice cream into the clear cup with strawberries at the bottom. It was oddly mundane and erotic. By the time he'd finished his drink and funnel cake the fox had served another pawfull of furs by making the wall of disembodied cocks piss, cum, or remove bits of themselves into the fryer, flat top, or blender, with little sign of the line shrinking. He threw his trash in the can next to the napkin dispenser and walked away from the stand after cleaning the sugar from his paws.
He was very tempted to just watch the fox cook all night, but if this was what the food stalls were like who knew what the rest of the carnival would be like. So he walked away, paws still in his pockets, holding on to his valuables.
The next stand down the street was a ring toss game, or rather, a portal tossing game according to the sign. The wall on the stand was covered in dicks like the food stall had, but in front of it was a board of rings. As he got closer he noticed a squirrel playing the game with his shorts around his ankles. His ass was spread apart by a circular plate, like the ones he'd seen on the cocks at the food stall, and he held a portal in each paw. He held an average length dick in his right paw, the foreskin pulled away from the tip and the orange furred balls resting in his palm, and something much flatter in the other. He scooted closer to look, making sure it didn't look like he was cutting in line, and was just able to see it. It was an asshole, and from the looks of the squirrel's fur color, both the cock and hole were his.
"Ready to take your shot?" The buck from behind the counter said. He was completely nude except for a metal plate where his sheath would be. "Throw your hole onto a dick and your dick into a hole, just the first will let its owner plow you, just the second lets you plow its owner. Do both and you get to keep the portal devices on you for the rest of the carnival!" He was talking as much to the squirrel as to the small crowd behind him.
"I'm lubed up and ready to go, just let me toss!" The orange squirrel said as he bounced on his toes.
"Alright, alright," The deer with large antlers stood off to the side and held a paw over the display. "Good luck!"
The squirrel gave the portal to his butt to the salt and pepper colored rabbit next to him and started taking aim with his cock. He practiced an underhanded throw a few times before tossing it. It arced through the air smoothly, except that it started flipping over. With a pained grunt from the squirrel it hit squarely on a hole, balls down, and then fell over and rolled into another portal. The deer and most furs in line clapped out of good sportsmanship as the deer set the shaft gently back on the counter.
"So close! But you've got one more shot at it, so give it your all!" The buck smiled as he spoke.
Now with a frown on his face, the squirrel took the portal from his partner and practiced the same underhand throw but higher up to aim for the wall of disembodied cocks. Everyone in line was quiet as it arced away from his paw, flipping like a coin. And with a thud, the edge of the portal smacked into the wooden back board. Even Alton let out an 'aww' and a sympathetic clap as the squirrel hung his head low.
"I'm sorry sport, better luck next time! You know, with a hole like yours, you may want to consider the size queen competition tonight," The deer handed both portals back, gripping the cock by its shaft and holding the squirrel's hole with just a finger stuffed inside it.
If the insides of his ears hadn't been white it would have been hard to tell the squirrel was blushing. He placed his cock where it would normally go and wiggled it until an audible click echoed around, then he pulled off both portal halves like they were just a cock ring and gave it back to the deer. As the orange rodent did the same for his behind, Alton's curiosity was peaked, and he got in line. He watched a pawfull of furs step forward and pay the fee, remove their pants, and then slide a paired set of portals on like a cock ring around their shafts. The rear end was somewhat easier as the portal ring spread their cheeks wide for them and locked with a twist. Once both were done, they held them both up to show they were ready for lube, which the deer had in a five-gallon bucket.
He watched a few small victories, some landing their holes on a cock or their cocks on a hole, but not someone doing both. If they won with their ass, they got the cock off the wall as well as their portal back and fucked themselves, although from a distance it looked like they were playing an accordion because of the way their paws moved. Same way if it happened the other way around too, as evidenced by furs hanging around with jizz covered butts. It must have been a while before he got to take his shot, but with this level of entertainment it didn't really feel like too much time. Though his cock was aching from rubbing against his jeans.
"Hey there, two shots for ten, cash, credit, and debit accepted!" The deer said, continuing even after the sea serpent passed his card over. The deer stepped over to a half covered section of the booth and slid his card on a small register, then after a second he pulled two sets of portals out of something that resembled a fridge but was labeled 'sanitizer' and gave them to Alton. In a quieter voice he asked, "Need help getting them on or have you seen enough furs doing it to understand?"
"Nah, I've got this." Alton said. He grabbed the portals and unbuttoned his jeans, his long, smooth, tapered cock sprung out, a few drops of pre flung off it. Like he had seen everyone before him do, he took one of the pairs and threaded his cock through the ring. Since he was an aquatic reptile, he didn't have balls to slip into the ring like many others before him had, so it pressed against his slit and groin with ease. He gave the top portal a turn and felt a click, almost dropping his dick as he wasn't used to it moving freely, he set it on the counter. With a flick of his finned tail, his jeans fell to his footpaws, showing off his ass to everyone behind him. He placed the portal to his pucker and gave a twist, trying to ignore how exposed he felt having his cheeks forced apart.
As he brought it to the counter, he shivered a bit, the buck was holding his cock and applying lube to it. The feelings were normal, like someone was just lubing him up, but he couldn't help but feel a little helpless knowing his dick was not attached and was in the paws of a stranger. That and feeling gravity pulling his sensitive bits in ways the rest of his body wasn't was hard to wrap his head around. The bucket was on the counter and he dipped a few of his own fingers into it, he brought them to the portal in his other paw and began fingering his hole. While it was odd, it was easier to angle his fingers into himself and it looked like he was lubing up someone else, but he could feel both sides. He couldn't help but squirm a bit as he stood there, in full view of at least a dozen furs, fingering himself. He twitched when the buck set his cock down on the counter and catching his eye, he saw the deer hike one eyebrow high.
"Ready?" He said, and Alton nodded. "Throw your hole onto a dick and your dick into a hole, just the first will let its owner plow you, just the second lets you plow its owner. Do both and you get to keep the portal devices on you for the rest of the carnival!" He said loudly, a small speech that the sea serpent had memorized by this point. And with a wave of his paw the buck stood back to clear the way.
Alton left his dick on the counter, took a step back, and a deep breath. He held the portal with his hole in his right paw and swung it underhanded a few times, testing the weight and aiming for the wall. The release was good, it spun through the air like a frisbee and landed on the head of a cock, but the back of the portal hit it, not his hole. With a few thumps it fell and wedged itself between a few canine, feline, and humanoid cocks. Everyone gave a courtesy round of applause, saying 'nice try' and 'so close' like Alton had done before them. He waited a moment for the buck to retrieve his hole, shifting his weight on his paws as those brown fingers slipped into it, and grabbed his leaking cock by the shaft. He held it in front of his face, portal end up, and practiced the underhand throw a few times with it too. As he released it, it flipped in the air a few times, head and base trading places, until the head of his shaft sunk into a hole mid-way up on the left side of the table. Alton moaned as he felt his cock sink a few inches deep, and the buck moaned as well, his paws reaching for his ass cheeks.
"Oh, fuck. We've got a winner! And you managed to find my hole!" The deer smiled wide and bent over a little further than he needed to get the portals, showing off the plate that kept his cheeks spread. "Here is your prize, champion," The smooth cock sunk several inches into the hole was passed over to the sea serpent. Alton held them in his scaled paws, a little surprised to see that he had won as it was a carnival game. "Feel free to fuck me as hard as you want, I've never had a sea snake before. However, I do have a line of furs waiting to play next, so...." The deer waved his paw, motioning for Alton to move off to the side.
Before he had finished walking over, the hyena behind him had already moved up and the deer was starting his speech again. Alton gripped both portals in his paws and pushed them together, moaning loudly as he felt and saw his shaft sink deep into the hole. He watched the buck push his butt back in the air as he did his job, occasionally biting his lip or moaning while he was trying to work. Once the hyena had started putting on his portals, he saw the deer reach under the counter, and then felt a few fingers slide into his hole. He moaned and pushed his cock balls deep into the portalled hole, catching the buck bend over and moan out of the corner of his eye.
At this point, he had been hard and leaking for too long to resist a welcoming ass, so he began pumping his cock into it. His long-finned tail brushed around the dirt behind him, his paws pushed until his shaft was as deep as it could be and then pulled back until only the tip was in, and his moans came loud and quick. He started humping the air with his hips out of habit, though it did little. The wet sounds of sex from the portals he was holding alone would have had the sea serpent hard but seeing his shaft sink into a hole from up close was too hot for him to handle. He began shaking and hissing, barely pulling his cock from the hole before slamming it back in. His eyes fluttered and he let out a cry. A few spurts of his own cum struck his face as they sprayed out, his arms felt weak, but he held them up, and he could feel each shot fill the buck.
He leaned against the stand, panting and holding the portals in his paws close. He took a minute to catch his breath, his erection not yet shrinking and still deep in the portal to the deer's ass. Biting his lip from the sensitivity of his shaft, he pulled his cock free slowly, not seeing the mix of cum, pre, and lube drip onto his jeans. He walked back to the counter and placed the buck's hole onto it while he reattached his cock. Just after handing a new customer two portal pairs, the buck stepped over and traded the portals with assholes and took the empty pair.
"Hey, I get off at midnight if you want a round two." The deer winked at Alton. "I've not felt a dick like yours before, but I'd love to again."
"Uh," Alton said as he placed his hole back between his cheeks and set the portal pair on the counter. "I haven't got any plans yet, so it sounds good. I'm just not sure if I'll get tied up with something else in the carnival before then."
"Hahaha, oh I don't doubt you will. Let me give you my number real quick."