Amorous Artificer
#3 of Elise in Oneiro
Five smaller furs have their way with a ram they tied up in the back of his own shop.
This one's got a bunch of stuff I haven't really written before(that's kinda everything tho). As always, please feel free to comment and I hope you enjoy!
Elise in Oneiro #3
Shortly before Elise arrived at Bandile's house, Devansh Sharma, sole proprietor of the Artificer, welcomed five new patrons into his shop. Rather than peering at the varied wares they headed straight for the ram, one member of the group, a hare, absentmindedly adjusting the handkerchief in his breast pocket.
"Hello Maddie, Tess, Troy, Peter, and Phedra," Devansh nodded to the otter, the racoon couple, the well-dressed hare, and the grungy rat in turn. "What can I do for you?"
Maddie climbed up onto the artisan counter to reach eye-level with the eight-foot ram. "Maybe it's more of what we can do for you."
A crooked smile lightened his serene face, a familiar expression to the smaller furs he spent much of his time humoring. "How do you mean?"
Peter surreptitiously handed off his handkerchief to her, and Maddie smiled. "You'll see."
Devansh opened his mouth to speak, but in moments the sedative-soaked cloth was pressed firmly over his nose and mouth, and he could only stagger back in surprise before his eyelids and limbs grew heavy and he slumped to the ground, unconscious.
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Once he awoke it took Devansh a long moment to figure out the situation: There seemed to be a blindfold over his eyes, since he couldn't see; a ball gag pressed against his tongue and prevented him from speaking; and his wrists and ankles were cuffed and pulled in opposing directions, leaving him spread eagled and face-up on the floor. His clothes had been removed at some point while he was unconscious, and Devansh supposed whatever they'd drugged him with must have been some kind of aphrodisiac because he was almost painfully hard, his proud ten-inches leaking and in desperate need of attention. There was nothing he could do about it. Try as he might, the cuffs were far too snug to wriggle out of, and the situation wasn't helped by the fact that he couldn't even see what he was doing. When he heard the door open with a loud creak he stopped his struggles and breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't care if anyone untied him, he just needed someone, anyone, to tend to his aching cock.
"Ladies and gentlemen," Peter's voice was rich with a sense of communal achievement often limited to revolutionaries as he spoke. "It appears our sleeping beauty is awake."
"Hehe," Tess blatantly reached under her skirt, two digits probing at her dripping snatch, "just thinking about that huge dick sinking into me makes me so wet."
"Oh g-god," Troy stammered, blushing, as his wife pulled her paw back from under her skirt and casually wiped the substantial sample of her juices onto his cheek. He licked up her nectar, shamefully, though the small bulge growing in his pants revealed the small humiliation was not unpleasant in some ways.
Phedra rolled her eyes. "Please," she said, "control yourselves. It's not that hard."
"Aww," Maddie wrapped an arm around the white rat, "come on! You need more fun in your life, why don't you go have some with Devansh while I get everything down in this handy-dandy camcorder I got from Trell, then you can come have some one-on-one time with me?"
"You're just as bad as they are." Despite her comment, Phedra shrugged off her blue flannel jacket and glared at the others, "Well, are we doing this?"
Though it felt like an hour to Devansh, the five furs stripped with practiced efficiency, Phedra adding a white t-shirt and torn jeans to her own pile as Maddie discarded a purple hoodie and short running shorts. Tess was out of her skirt and blouse at breakneck speed and though it took the males a bit longer Troy and Peter left a pile of white button-ups, slacks, a baret, a gray-green jacket, and Peter's maroon vest, leaving Troy aroused and blushing once again. The subtle sound of soft clothing hitting the floor elicited a muffled groan of frustration from Devansh, and in a moment the ball gag was unfasted and pulled from his mouth.
"Please..." he gasped, "...just touch me!"
"Shut up," Phedra silenced him, "you're not in control."
"I don't care what you do to me, I just need some kind of release!"
"God," she rolled her eyes again, "having a boner makes you such a brat. I told you to shut up!"
Devansh was about to muster an earnest apology, but his thoughts were jarringly interrupted as Phedra's cunt was ground against his muzzle. The ram's big wet tongue slid across her nether regions, tasting the scant nectar and illiciting a pleasured "fuck" from the rat. Devansh's enthusiasm piqued Phedra's arousal, and the white rat spread her lips, eyes glazed with lust. Devansh moaned as his tongue slid into Phedra's pussy, her juices trickling down his tongue as she pressed back into his face with characteristic fury, the comparatively massive muscle rapidly pushing her to the edge of orgasm. Devansh's hips twitched involuntarily as he ate out Phedra, and he moaned into her loudly as he felt a small hand squeeze his dick. Tess lined up with his ten-inch prick, seeming nearly as desperate as he was given the copious quantity of natural lubricant dripping from her pussy and running down her thighs. Biting her lip, she plunged down on his ramhood, moaning as the first half of his girthy member stretched her open. She lifted herself up a few inches, practically drooling with lust, before plopping back down and sinking another four inches into her cunt. Peter, seeing she was about to hilt, pulled his stiff five inches from Troy's mouth, the male coon whimpering after being forced to rim Tess and nurse Peter's bigger dick while being denied even the stimulation of his own hands. Unsympathetic to his friend's plight, Peter grabbed Tess by the hips and thrust down, forcing her to take Devansh balls deep before lining himself up and spearing his own cock into her puckered tailhole. The rabbit let out a shaky sigh of pleasure as Tess's warm velvety walls hugged his malehood, and after a few slow humps for them both to get used to the myriad of pleasurable sensations he began rutting her furiously, making up for his small size with aggressive thrusts that bounced her up and down on Devansh's cock uncontrollably. Phedra moaned, not only from the skilled tongue-fucking she was getting from the ram beneath her but also from the sight of Tess getting so thoroughly fucked in both holes. "Damn that's hot..." the rat panted, "Maybe--ugh--you should make Troy take a sniff--fuck!"
Phedra swore as the ram's lower lip rubbed against her clit, leaning back slightly and causing his nostrils to flare, inhaling the mixed musk of cleaned tailhole and sopping wet rat cunt. At Phedra's suggestion, however, Troy undertook some sniffing of his own, face flushed as he pressed his muzzle between the two sets of balls minutes away from pumping his wife full of seed. The masculine scent washed over him, the heady smell of horny, sweaty ram and Peter's pollen-esque aroma overpowering his senses until his vision swam dizzyingly. Lightheaded, Troy groped around, searching for a handhold that would help him balance, but one misplaced grip and his small paw sank into Devansh's tailhole. The coon lost his balance and fell forward, thoroughly burying his muzzle between Devansh and Peter's balls as his arm sank elbow-deep into the ram's ass. Then Troy's hand found his prostate. Devansh moaned at the sudden anal stimulation, and Phedra felt the vibration throughout her pussy, barely holding back a climax, but when the ram's soft lip tweaked her clit she lost it. The rat came, hard, she ground her cunt into his face as she squirted ludicrous amounts of her juices into his mouth and throat, momentarily heedless of anything but her own ecstasy. Devansh greedily drank the rat's essence, giving a single forceful thrust into Tess as he neared his own climax. Tess's legs went weak as Devansh speared straight into her g-spot only for Peter to immediately follow up with his own thrust, hitting the spot inside her that triggered an orgasm so powerful she nearly lost consciousness. Devansh came immediately, firing rope after rope of virile ram seed into her body, her vaginal walls tightening to milk every last drop of the precious substance. Through the barrier of flesh between Tess's tailhole and pussy, Peter felt the powerful throbbing of Devansh's cock as he orgasmed, and in moments the hare fired his own load into the coon, pumping so much cum into her that her stomach began to bulge, even after she hopped off Devansh's cock and Peter pulled out, quickly stuffing a buttplug into her to keep his seed in her ass. Phedra slid off Devansh's face, his slow breathing suggesting that the well-used ram was fast asleep, and headed towards Maddie, who was resolutely recording the scene even as one paw slipped in and out of her pussy, working up a considerable pool of juices beneath her.
"You got most of it down," Phedra said, "now you're actually gonna get some of it. Lay on your back--oh, uh, please."
Maddie obeyed, smiling, and spread her legs to give Phedra easy access, setting the camcorder down so it was aimed towards Peter and Tess, who were trying to awaken the passed-out Troy. Phedra straddled Maddie, almost completely on top of her, and she kissed the otter, tongues entwining until Maddie got used to the unexpected display of affection, closing her eyes and surrendering to the blunt but well-intentioned rat who loomed over her. Then Maddie felt something long and thin snake into her vagina, something far more flexible than any dick she'd ever taken. The mysterious appendage curled deeper and deeper into the otter's cunt, and eventually Maddie realized it was Phedra's tail. The rat tail was longer than any dick Maddie had seen, and Phedra was adept at using it to pleasure a girl, rubbing it gently over her clit and against her warm, tight walls as the tip tickled her g-spot.
"Uhh-- fuck--" Maddie moaned, pressing her head to Phedra's chest. Driven by some odd erotic instinct, the otter began suckling at one of the white rat's breasts, which, though far from prodigious, were much more obvious than Maddie and Tess's nearly flat chests. Phedra moaned softly at the gentle feel of the otter's mouth on her nipple, and inside Maddie her tail twitched. Maddie's eyes drooped as a powerful orgasm washed through her, arms and legs wrapping tightly around Phedra and pulling the rat into a bear hug as the tail squirmed within her clenching pussy.
"I--I think I'm in love."
Phedra's heart skipped a beat, and for a long moment there was silence, then the two females' lips pressed together again. Troy awoke to the muffled sounds of Maddie's orgasm and a drop of warm, pearly cum on his lips, the salty droplet falling into his mouth and running down his throat. The semen dripped thickly from his wife's gaping pussy, which had been spread wide by a cock meant for a species twice her size. Slowly, Tess lowered herself towards her husband's muzzle.
"Wait, don't--!" Troy's protests were caught off as his small muzzle was trapped between Tess's gaping pussy lips and he was forced to eat out the creampie before he ran out of air and passed out again. The sheer quantity of creamy, salty ram seed that rolled over his tongue could have filled a bucket, and as he drank up the masculine scent, which overpowered all but the slightest taste of pussy, he actually began to enjoy it, so much so that, when Tess pulled up off his muzzle and he could breathe enough to truly inhale the musk, he creamed himself without warning.
Tess snorted, "Either my pussy's just that good, or you would have enjoyed inhaling ram balls even if Phedra hadn't told you to."
The five of them began to get dressed, though much more leisurely than they'd stripped, and as they did so, Peter looked at Troy questioningly.
"Are you alright? You still look a bit lightheaded."
Troy was not, in all honesty, entirely sure what he was. Sure, his wife and her borderline acceptable antics got him off, but it seemed as if something was missing. His thoughts flashed back to Devansh's musk, the taste of his seed, and even the kind respect with which he treated everyone around him...
"Troy?"
The racoon lay his beret back on his head. "Yeah," he said, "I'll be fine."
Tess and the two males began untying the sleeping Devansh while Maddie and Phedra reviewed the footage together, though only one of them was really paying any attention to it. Suddenly the bell rang, indicating a customer had entered the shop. Peter looked at Maddie, "I thought you locked it?"
"What?! I thought you locked it!"
Phedra groaned. "Oh, shit."
This was a lot of firsts for me, so I hope y'all enjoyed it. I might write something special for Thanksgiving but I'm not entirely certain at this point. Thanks for reading and have an awesome day!