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This vignette was written for Kemper as part of my themed Patreon request day for September 2019. The theme for this month was "Showing off" and the story contains exhibitionistic masturbation and sexual acts between multiple consenting adults. :3

Passion on Display

The party began at about noon. Something about that fact, about it being daylight as Kemper padded through the beachfront property and into its back garden before beginning to remove every stitch of clothing from his body, made the sabretoothed cat blush regardless of how safe and comfortable he felt here, around his fellow partygoers. Almost immediately a tall deer strolled over and hugged him, that man's hard cock rubbing against Kemper's belly as they embraced without restraint and greeted each other warmly. A pair of naked huskies strolled past hand in hand and waved to him with their free paws, and as Kemper made his way towards the centre of the grassy, high fenced yard, a figure broke away from a cluster of five or six naked, merrily chatting individuals in order to pad over and fling her arms around him.

The sabretoothed feline blushed and purred as Martina kissed him deeply without a word, and as one of her hands fell to caress his stiffening canid cock, he reached up and stroked her face before moving down to ever so gently caress the already firm peaks of one of her bare breasts. The kangaroo moaned happily at his touch, and their noses bumped and nuzzled together in the wake of their kiss.

"I'm glad you made it."

Martina murmured as they remained together, no longer kissing but still with their bodies resting together, Kemper's shaft throbbing against the kangaroo's soft furred, pouch-bearing belly.

"I'm glad too."

Kemper beamed, leaning in for another kiss that was ever so gladly received. The cat and the kangaroo sighed happily, and though they parted a short while later, one of the marsupial's hands remained laced through the fingers of Kemper's own.

"C'mon..."

She jerked her head gently back towards the still chatting, now somewhat larger group that she had left in order to greet him.

"Come chat with us. There's a few new people I want you to meet, too. We've got a bit of time before the actual event starts. Would you like to spend it with me?"

Kemper's cheeks flushed, and he purred warmly as he squeezed Martina's paw in his.

"With you, and anyone else you think is cool? I'd love to."

Over his various visits to the events which Martina's little, unofficially connected group hosted; the beach parties and house parties and now backyard parties too, Kemper had probably met two or three dozen different people. Normally the sabretoothed cat wasn't nearly that social, especially when it came to meeting brand new people, but he had to admit it was somewhat easier to get to know a person when you were both naked and more than likely aroused. It acted as an instant ice-breaker, because by someone's very presence at and enjoyment of one of these parties, Kemper didn't have to worry about whether they were secretly a mean person deep down, or whether they might worry about the same for him. Everyone here was open, welcoming, friendly, and good. It might have seemed a little cliquey but the group was very careful about who they invited in, and while in general anyone with a healthy and enthusiastic love of nudity, friendship and casual sex was a good candidate, they were equally careful to ensure that respect and a fundamental understanding of enthusiastic consent were also ever-present.

For the next hour, Kemper darted from conversation to conversation, group to group, individual to individual with a constant smile upon his face and his cock ever hard, ever twitching. He could feel the atmosphere of the party getting more heated. More people making out, caressing, even groping each other, but unlike many of the other events this group hosted there was no outright sex going on despite the fact that everyone obviously wanted it. They were waiting. Waiting for the main event, no matter how tempting it might have been at times to surrender and simply indulge right then and there.

"We... we should probably wait, right?"

Kemper breathed heavily, trembling, blushing as his cock rubbed up against the twitching, dripping shaft of a beautiful vixen, her eyes smokey with desire and delight, and her body bare and proud as sure enough the trans-flag hair-band holding back her ponytail proved all that was necessary for each and every person here to address her as she wished and deserved.

"Y-yeah, totally."

Bridget whispered as her hands rested on Kemper's ass and his on hers, her hips rocking, grinding her erection against the sabretoothed feline's own unique, wonderfully and knotted cock. Nodding bashfully, Kemper tried to withdraw just a little, and she whimpered with a teasing giggle.

"Nnh... in, in a little bit. Don't stop. Not yet, please?"

By the time they did cease their rocking and rubbing, parting with a final kiss and a promise to 'hang out' some more after the main event, it became clear that they weren't the only ones getting a bit worked up by the party atmosphere. On a picnic bench across the garden an antelope was seated upon the table itself with a skunk sitting on the bench before her, gently nipping at her thighs but threatening with each passing second to start fully eating her out. In the shade of the beach-house itself the two huskies that Kemper had greeted as he arrived were pressed up against the house's wall, the woman's legs wrapped around her partner's body as they didn't move, just rested there together with his cock obviously buried deep inside her. And even as Kemper and Bridget were looking around red faced and with their cocks still twitching in the wake of their own tender contact, they watched a mouse go racing across the lawn squealing with laughter as a broad shouldered, barrel chested zebra gave chase, finally catching her, lifting her off the ground under her arms and burying two thick fingers of his other hand in her pussy, starting to finger-fuck her vigorously as she shrieked and squealed in gleeful delight at her capture.

"Oh hey, Cara's here!"

Bridget giggled as she watched the mouse writhe in the zebra's arms, the rodent's pink feet flailing in the air for a little while before a devilish smile crossed her face, and she reached them down even amidst the male's continued fingering to wrap her paws around his cock, and start to deliver a simultaneous footjob while the suddenly grunting, huffing zebra was forced to try and keep holding her aloft one-armed.

"Do you know Cara? She's great!"

The vixen turned to Kemper with a rosy cheeked smile, and the sabretoothed cat laughed warmly.

"Yeah, I know Cara. Actually, she introduced me to this group."

Bridget beamed.

"Ooh, that's awesome. I..."

Whatever the vixen had been about to say though, it had to wait. A few moments later a loud call to attention rang out across the garden, and people began to cheer, and to pull apart from their increasingly intimate actions, as they all watched Martina emerge from the beach-house with four other naked figures walking behind her, each pair of them carrying a large, vaulting horse like device with four legs and a centralised body above them between their naked bodies.

"Okay everyone, enough with the horseplay... no pun intended."

Martina giggled as she looked at Cara and the zebra, the mouse squealing with giggles and the equine male grinning even as he set the mouse down beside him.

"Gather round and give us a few minutes to get set up. Then the main event for the afternoon can begin."

Five minutes later or so, the two dozen attendees of the party were standing around the middle of the garden in a semicircle with the two newly added devices standing amidst them about a metre apart. On closer inspection, Kemper's face flushed as he realised what the two objects were. One of them was opaque, and had a pair of shafts like small dildos protruding from its centre. A series of controls stood on the side of the device, with a removable panel that suggested it could be controlled remotely from a short distance away if necessary. It was a masturbation machine, the kind designed for someone with a pussy to use. A sybian, or something like it, at least from the sabretoothed cat's exposure to online porn.

The other device meanwhile was much more low tech, but to Kemper's eye even hotter. Its main body was almost entirely transparent, made of some smooth looking plastic and rubber in various different proportions. Its legs were adjustable to make sure it could stand at different heights, and at one end of the device there was a hole, the transparent nature of the object overall allowing him and everyone else to see the tube within, its walls gently ridged and rippling obviously for the purposes of stimulation. It was like a giant, free-standing fleshlight, and as soon as Kemper realised that was what it was, he suddenly understood the theme of today's party.

Passion on display.

These devices were a centrepiece, and freely, as people wished to do so, they could come up and use them to show off. To pleasure themselves without restraint, to the utmost extremes, while the rest of the party watched, admired, and cheered them on.

"So, who wants to go fir-..."

Martina began, and while a good two thirds of the party raised their hand, only one person did so while also stepping forward out of the crowd, actively joining the kangaroo where she was standing almost between the two devices.

Kemper blinked, looked around, and blushed as he realised he was the only one to have stepped forward.

"O-oh, sorry..."

He giggled bashfully.

"Is it just a raise your hands type thing? I, uh... I can wait."

His cheeks burned crimson as suddenly he realised that all twenty three other pairs of eyes at the party were now locked upon him, and that if he did this they would be for at least a little while longer without pause. Just as he began to lower his hand and to bashfully take a step back though, several voices cried out all at once.

"Show us, Kemper!"

He recognised Bridget's voice.

"Do it! We want Kemper!"

Cara squealed gleefully in support of her friend.

"Cum for us!"

That voice he didn't immediately recognise, but his sentiment was sincere and eager.

Soon everyone was crying out to him in support, in unanimous agreement that he should be the one to go first. Only Martina wasn't crying out to him, and even then that was only because she was right next to him, leading him playfully by the shoulders around the rear of the device to where its hole was located, and getting him to stand in place as she adjusted its height slightly so that its hole was just a fraction higher than the natural height of where Kemper's cock was protruding, throbbing hungrily and dripping pre to the ground below.

The cheering trailed off as Kemper stepped up to the fuck-toy and blushed, shuddering and gasping as Martina drizzled his cock with an ample quantity of lube, ensuring it was coating his whole shaft and knot by rubbing it in with her soft, warm hands. The sabretoothed male's panting and moaning rang in his own ears as he watched the crowd waiting in now quiet, rapt anticipation, broken only by their own heavy collective breathing, a few soft moans, and the occasional wet sound as a finger slid between damp pussy lips or a hand made contact with some pre-cum upon a twitching, already drooling cock.

Kemper rose up on his tip-toes, and his eyes rolled back as he slid himself into the toy, blushing as it crossed his mind that he was like a feral stallion or a bull being milked by some farmer or race-horse owner for his seed. Breeding this toy on command, on display. It was tight. It was surprisingly warm for having not been used yet, and as he looked down and saw his shaft only somewhat blurred but still mostly visible through the plastic and rubber surrounding it, Kemper growled at the realisation that everyone else could see it too. They were going to get to watch him fucking with and cumming in this toy both inside and out, and he was going to do everything in his power to give them one hell of a show.

"Oohh..."

The cat growled happily as he pulled all but the tip of his shaft out of the toy, paused for just a second to regard the crowd and their reactions, then thrust his hips forward and plunged it all back in again. Almost instinctively his hands caressed the sides of the device like it was a lover he was trying to excite with his touch, and he rolled his hips, grinding his knot against the opening of the toy and gasping as with a thick, wet slurp it popped inside. His cock throbbed and a ribbon of pre-cum visibly spurted out into the toy's interior, prompting some moans and gasps of excitement from the onlookers, and hands which began to move upon or against already needy nether regions. A moment later Kemper drew back again, and with an equally loud, lewd slurping his knot popped free once more, though this time his shaft remained exposed for just a moment before hungrily, desperately Kemper thrust forward again to maintain the already intense stimulation that was surging through him.

Still standing on the tips of his toes Kemper began to fuck the toy in earnest, huffing and snarling and looking at various members of the crowd as they stared to jerk off, to finger themselves or to group up and begin pleasuring one another while watching the shape of his rigid shaft plunging deep into that toy's interior. His eyes met with Cara, the mouse licking her lips and nodding to him giddily, urging him on as she rubbed hard at her clit and bucked her hips in an eager pantomime of his own motions. A few seconds later he saw Bridget groping at her breasts as her own erection twitched and dribbled at the sight of Kemper's actions, and directly beside her Martina whispering into the vixen's right ear, waiting for Bridget to nod before one of the kangaroo's hands reached out and started to stroke her knotted shaft purposefully in time with Kemper's own thrusts.

Never before, not even at other events put on by Martina and her friends had Kemper been this much the focus of everyone's attention. Never before had he been so on display, so responsible for everyone else's pleasure by way of his own. For a few moments at the start of his fucking he had felt a little nervous, a little self conscious. But now the sabretoothed cat was seeing how giddily everyone was reacting to his urgent, shameless fucking of the toy, and thus he found himself buoyed with renewed confidence and desperate to give the watching crowd even more of what they so obviously enjoyed.

"Oh, fuck... ohhh fuck, that's good..."

Leaning forward over the device, still standing upright but now positioned as though he was mounting the toy doggy-style, Kemper's head snapped back, and he gurgled in bliss as he began to hump the toy even faster. His balls slapped against the exterior of the device with thick, wet contact thanks to all the lube dribbling out between himself and the toy, and as he watched the two huskies he'd seen earlier dropping to all fours as the male of the pair mounted his lover to mimic that same action he was now performing, he raised a leg and hooked it over one corner of the toy to add even more realism to his dog-like, frenzied breeding of the see-through toy. Over and over his knot slurped in and out of the tight but flexible interior of his inanimate partner, and with each time it gripped him, released him only to swallow him greedily back up again, Kemper began to yelp and snarl in a manner much more canine than his majority feline heritage might have suggested.

"Fuck... fuck... fuck... o-ohhh fuck!"

Over, and over, and over again Kemper gasped and cursed in absolute bliss, eyes heavy lidded, tongue hanging out, hips working in a blur of motion as he wrapped his arms around the device and fucked it senseless. He knew he was going to cum fast thanks to his speed and the toy's grip on his knot, but he didn't care. This wasn't about showing off his stamina, it was about putting on a good show, and right now the veritable orgy bursting into life all around him as his onlookers became more and more worked up by his actions told the sabretoothed cat that he was doing a perfect job in that regard.

"Yes! Oh... please, yes!"

Kemper's eyes bulged as he heard a familiar voice cry out, and his eyes turned hungrily towards Bridget as she shuddered, pumped her hips forward, and began to let loose into the waiting muzzle of Martina now kneeling before her, one hand on the vixen's knot and the other between her own legs.

A howl of ecstasy rang out from another pair a moment later, and Kemper watched the two huskies collapse to the floor, shuddering, grunting, locked together both physically and by the fury of their shared orgasm.

Greedily, passionately, feeling his balls boiling and his cock stiffening hotter and harder than ever as his own orgasm rose towards its imminent release, Kemper looked for Cara. She wasn't where she had been standing before. She wasn't on the floor or in the arms of some nearby lover. A few seconds later though Kemper heard a strangled shriek from his right, and looked around just in time to see the mouse straddling the other fuck-toy, burying its twin-dildo'd setup in her pussy and ass without hesitation, and reaching down alongside it to fumble with its controls until the motor within buzzed violently to life.

"Nnnhnaahhhhhyesssssssss!"

The mouse wailed almost immediately, toes curling, head tossing back, a blissed out, giddy grin on her face as soon after she turned and looked to Kemper, whose eyes were bulging as he stared back at her.

"Cum!"

Cara begged feverishly, her back arching and her legs kicking out, toes splaying and tail thrashing as a strangled grunt escaped her a moment later, and glistening liquids dribbled down the sides of the toy before Kemper's hungry eyes.

"Show them!! Show me! O-oh god... then, t-then let me show them too!"

The mouse's eyes darted away from Kemper's own, but not moving far, staring down at the toy Kemper was straddling and humping so feverishly even now, watching his cock pump urgently in and out of the transparent tube. The sabretoothed cat's body tensed. He shuddered. He thought about Cara watching him; Bridget, Martina and all the other people here all watching and enjoying his masturbation so much that they were all being driven to the same levels of wild passion as the mouse, though of course Cara was the most eager and shameless to express it, just as she had always been in Kemper's experience. They all wanted the passion that he had now, but beyond that they all wanted what he was about to achieve.

They all wanted to cum, and they all wanted, all needed to know that just like Kemper's own, it was going to be the most wild and intense orgasm any of them had felt in quite some time. And, there was one simple, wonderful way that Kemper could give them that reassurance, just as Cara was continuing to grunt and beg at him repeatedly as she shuddered, rocked and humped at her own toy.

"Cum, Kemper! Cum! Cum! Oh... ohhh god, yes. Please, Kemper! Please... nhhh... now! Please. cum!"

With a roar of passion, Kemper did as he was told. His cum flooded out into the toy, into the transparent chamber beyond the shaft squeezing at his cock and his swollen, throbbing knot. He saw the crowd staring. He saw them reacting. Heard their cries. He listened to the group's collective howls and shrieks and wails and grunts of bliss as ribbon after ribbon pumped liberally into the device's interior while still he humped, still he pounded at the toy with the very last of his strength. He couldn't see down into the device from the angle at which he was mounting it, but it felt to Kemper like he had never, ever cum this much. He could feel it spraying forth with each thrust, with each time he popped his knot back into the toy and felt it squeeze so deliciously around him. No matter how much he had already let loose though, the sabretoothed cat did not relent. He didn't stop until after his orgasm had already ended, until the overly intense sensations of post-orgasmic over-stimulation were already starting to assault his senses.

Even then, though, as he collapsed against the device and just lay there, panting, whining, staring glassy-eyed at the orgy going on in front of him and listening to Cara's ever growing screams of exhibitionistic lust beside him, Kemper could still feel his cock twitching in residual excitement. His knot throbbed, and another little dribble of cum oozed out of his tip as he saw so many pairs of eyes staring back at him, all of them wordlessly speaking the same plea.

All of them asking him, begging him that next time... as soon as he was able... that they could be the one who he fucked like that. The one into whom he came just like that.

And though he was too exhausted to say as much in that moment, or to even return each lustful, pleading gaze individually, Kemper blushed and beamed.

He turned his head towards Cara. Watching her, and hoping others would follow his lead and do so too.

He watched the mouse thrash, shriek, buck and cum not once as he had, but over and over again in frantic, mindlessly giddy succession, and he whined as despite his over-sensitive cock being more than spent, he felt his knot throb and pulse within the toy's depths one more time.

He wanted to give the people what they desired. To be able to bring each and every one of them the same experience he had just shared with the device beneath him. But, before any of that... he wanted to see Cara find her own shameless heights of exposed, on-show rapture. Then someone else. And someone else, and more people beyond that.

He wanted the whole group to find and share their own ultimate ecstasy, so that as he shared his own with them... they could share theirs with him, and everyone else here in return.

By Jeeves

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