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Unlike the rest of the Lure, the hookah lounge was drenched in a red glow that, combined with the volume of steam in the air, created a hazy, dark, and atmospheric room. The whole room seemed to slope down to the large, shiny, silver hookah, surrounded by great pillows and other comfortable seats for patrons to sink into between great puffs.

Being a horse, you were used to drawing a few looks, especially in a place like this. It didn't surprise to you to see the lounge staff noticing you, standing, and eagerly approaching to guide you to an oversized pillow near the room's centerpiece. From your first breath of the thick fog that hung over the room, you felt yourself relaxing, slowing down. You took deep, slow breaths as a fox and a rabbit delicately grabbed your wrists and eagerly sat you down.

Without a word, they handed you the hose, and you took a long, deep breath, closing your eyes as the fog seem to become thicker and heavier around you. You held it in your lungs for a while, feeling the room begin to gently spin before you slowly let it out through your nose and mouth.

The fox was still pressed up against you. He was rubbing at your back, staring at you with lust. You grinned at him. He was pretty cute, and gave you leg a gentle squeeze as he stood up attend another patron.

Looking around, the lounge was far from crowded. There was an armadillo who looked completely out of it, taking frequent hits and staring blankly ahead, and a tiger who looked catatonic. They must have been here for a while. The lounge attendants were checking on them, making sure they were comfortable and happy. The tiger, you realized over the steady thumping of the muffled music, was purring.

You took another hit. The red light grew brighter, more vibrant. You felt like you could make out new colors, like hints of purple in the hazy room. You let out a shuddering breath, flooding your vision with steam and making you lose track of your body. It was a strange feeling of disconnectedness, as if you were both totally paralyzed and completely comfortable. A feeling on your otherwise soft and relaxed body grounded you enough to be able to turn your head.

The fox was back. You weren't sure how long he'd been there, rubbing at your back, nuzzling against your arm. You stared at him, admiring the softness of his fur and sweetness of his face. You couldn't explain it, but something about his look was telling you to take another hit.

Who were you to deny such a wonderful idea?

It was better than the last two, somehow. You let out a moan along with a cloud of vapor, and leaned back onto the pillow. In the dim light and heavy haze of the room, your eyes had very little to focus on, and before you realized, they were relaxed and unfocused. You were glassy-eyed and breathing steadily, as a single, heavy drop of drool slipped from your bottom lip.

Someone was feeling your abs. You felt yourself tightening them reflexively, getting a quiet pleased sound from your right. You looked to the left, and fox was still there, playing with your limp fingers.

Very slowly, you turned your head to look right. It was the rabbit. You weren't sure how long he'd been there, but he was the one playing with your abs. His look was full of lust, and you chuckled dumbly as he panted softly over your muscled body.

Lethargically, you sat up, and the fox helpfully placed the hose back in your hand. You weren't sure when you'd dropped it. You didn't remember that. You felt like you should remember something like that, but it was also no big deal.

Was anything a big deal?

The rabbit on your right gave your chest a lick. He'd pulled up your shirt and was literally tonguing your abs now. His licks were slow and wet and warm, and they left streaks of cold that drew your focus in your otherwise sensory-muted state.

You were a big deal, you realized, as the fox on your left tugged your shirt up as well.

The monotone lighting of the room was playing tricks on your eyes. It was impossible to stimulate them, impossible to focus on your surroundings that were blending together with the silvery fog that hung in the air and in your mind. You were beginning to struggle to make any of the features around you, and the only stimuli you had left were your touch and your hearing.

Your hearing was very focused. The steady, rhythmic thump, thump, thump of muted dance music. Heavy and seeming to reverberate slightly in the room, while the treble was muted and distant. Your felt your heart start to beat in time with the music, your breathing finding a comfortable rhythm along with the beats. Nice and slow. Breathing in that mist.

As for your touch, it was... unreliable. It came in bursts of information, bubbles of clarity. For instance, you became aware that you were shirtless. The rabbit - you were pretty sure, with your eyes unable to focus - was still kissing and licking at your abs, and the... whatever he was, was no longer in sight.

You took another hit from the hose you realized was still in your hand. Or maybe it'd just been placed there. You felt like you couldn't feel any part of yourself, besides a warm sense of comfort that permeated the room and you alike. It was a good feeling, and one that you didn't dwell on.

You had almost forgotten you were taking a hit. Taking slow breaths in, holding, and slowly letting it out was already how you were breathing. The delicious, mind-numbing steam was almost coincidental. It was a pleasant surprise as the feeling grew stronger. Your hand was empty again. You must have dropped the hose.

That was okay. You were still feeling very good.

The fox was licking you again. This time, he was nuzzled up into your armpit, huffing your scent and working his eager tongue into it. You squeezed his head lightly between your bicep and your chest, getting a few pleased tail swishes that your eyes eagerly locked onto in the otherwise still, unstimulating room.

You were bottomless. Bottomless in a few ways, really. Bottomless in that you felt like you were falling into an unknown depth, sinking and falling into a warm, steamy, comfortable abyss that never seemed to let you take a break from the feeling of sinking, and bottomless in that your pants were missing.

The thought disappeared from your mind as the hose found its place in your hand again. You weren't sure how long it took you to realize it was there, though squeezing it helped you. You didn't mean to squeeze it. In fact, you weren't sure why you did. Maybe the fox did it to let you know he'd found your next hit. What a sweet fox.

You took another hit.

You were feeling really good, now. Better than before, maybe better than ever before. Better than you thought you could. The steady thumping of the Lure's music was still there, always guiding you, always setting your pace and holding you to it. You were feeling waves of pleasure with every beat, now. It felt so good, you hadn't realized how dark the room had become until the absence of red tint stirred you slightly.

You'd closed your eyes, and not realized it. Slowly you opened them, and looked down.

The rabbit was playing with your half-erect horse dick. He smiled up at you as you looked down at him, another thick drop of drool sliding over your lower lip and onto your chest. He giggled and pumped at your dick a few times, which got a snort and ear flick from you.

Where was the tiger? The tiger. No. Someone else. Who was the other one? The one who loved your pits. He was a good fox. A fox. That's right. He was a fox.

You shivered and tapped your hoof on the floor. You were feeling downright amazing. So horny, too. You felt like you could rut a whole stable. The pleasure was still coming in waves, always in time with the thumping bass from the music. So heavy. So powerful. Each beat resonating through you, cutting through that silvery fog that had surrounded and filled you.

You were drooling a lot. The cold spot from where the tiger - the tiger? No, the... rabbit. From where the rabbit was licking you had only gotten bigger.

You wanted to open your eyes and see how much you'd drooled, but couldn't figure out how. It was a strange experience - a total loss of control of your eyelids, and you were only left with mild confusion. Somehow, the feeling of not being in control, even over yourself, was comforting in a way.

You squeezed the fox's head again. He was on a different side than last time, you were pretty sure. Maybe not. You weren't keeping track. You couldn't even count to three right now, let alone remember something as insignificant as the location of a fox. He was licking you still, that was what was important. You loved that feeling.

You grunted and clenched slightly. A larger wave of pleasure. One that left you shivering despite feeling like you couldn't move. The pleasure that had been coming in waves was now coming in heavier waves. Sharper waves.

You managed to open your eyes and look down. The fox and the rabbit smiled up at you, their faces on either side of your heavy, flared member. It was shiny with spit. Was that your spit?

No... you were drooling on your chest. You felt another drop slide over your bottom lip again and wondered what you could possibly do to stop drooling any more.

Thump, thump, thump. Throb, throb, throb. Breathing slowly. Sinking slowly. Like falling through a cloud of warmth that cushioned you inside and out.

You grunted softly and felt another rush of pleasure wash over you. Your threw your head back and shivered. Your eyes were closed again. Blindly, your opened and closed your hand, and someone with soft fur gently guided you to the hose again. You fumbled with it slightly and brought it your mouth for another hit.

A deep breath in. Letting that heavy, silvery mist fill you all the way up, higher than your lungs, higher than your throat. You were as full of that fog as the room around you, and as you slowly began to let it out, you let yourself drop the rest of the way.

You felt a surge of pleasure that got you drooling some more. Still steady waves, but accompanied by smaller feelings of pleasure.

They were both on your dick now, nuzzling it, licking it, kissing it. It felt so heavy between your legs now, arching forward and resting on your attendants' eager faces. They both were licking the bottom of it now, pressing their tongues into it, worshiping that texture and taste.

The hose had fallen from your hand again. You felt the fox's warm, soft fur over your lap as he leaned over you to pick it up, his nimble fingers still working up and down your length in that same, steady rhythm, as he brought the hose to his lips.

The quiet hiss of him taking a hit right in front of you caught you attention, and you managed to get your eyes to focus on his just as he puckered his lips and blew the cloud right up into your face.

You took a deep breath in through your nose, closing your mouth as the second-hand steam filled you up. You slumped forward slightly, your jaw falling down open once more and dripping drool at a renewed pace down your already drool-soaked pecs. By the time cleared from your vision, the fox was back at your dick, still looking up at you, watching you, tending to your every need.

Your dragged your eyes over to the rabbit. His eyes were closed, his nose pressed against your belly, tonguing your balls. Without thinking, you reached forward and stroked his head with your thumb, and he giggled and nuzzled your hand slightly, his eyes opening and shining up at you.

You were unaware of how much time had passed. The fox had blown a new cloud into your face at least two more times - you couldn't keep count - and each time you felt like you'd been out of it for longer. Your mind was lost in the silvery-red pleasure haze that filled the room so completely, filled you so completely.

It took you by surprise as you suddenly felt your muscles tightening, a shuddering groan escaping your lips as your orgasm came in a sudden rush. Completely lost in the pleasure as you were, you could barely feel a difference, besides the tongues lapping at the tip of your length, eagerly catching your seed as you let it out in long, heavy spurts.

Your breath slowed once more, and you sunk backward into the pillow, your dick hanging heavier between your legs as you melted into the cushion beneath you. A tongue quickly returned, licking you clean steadily as you felt the fox's familiar fingers delicately place the hose back into your hand, and squeeze it closed.