Entrance 4, Break Fast
#4 of Entrance
I woke up early for a change today. I toured the house on my own, enjoying the fact that I wasn't under any appointments or obligations. The people would all stop and ogle at me at I passed. At first I felt a bit embarrassed, but that soon become a sense of empowerment. They weren't looking at me because I was weird, they were looking because they wanted me in every way. I could faintly hear the servant girls chattering about me, though the 'nobles' seemed to keep their rumor mongering more securely secreted behind closed doors. Not that this stopped me from seeing their lecherous gazes.
Veronica caught up with me a little before noon. I must have taken a lot out of her the night before for her to get up so late, but she didn't look like she regretted it. She grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the front doors. "The matriarch wants to talk to you at dinner, but that's later. Let's get something to eat", she insisted, leaning up to kiss my cheek before I'm guided out into the city. Veronica seemed much more warm today, constantly snuggling up against my side as we went along the busy road. On one hand I loved having her that close, on the other, the scathingly jealous glares given by the random people we passed was a little bothering.
Veronica pointed to our destined breakfast stop. It looked somewhat like a French café, minus any signs of electricity of course. I could smell pastries and coffee from inside, quite strong and quite tasty smelling too. It was a shame that I wouldn't be able to eat it very soon. Just as we came up to the ornate glass doors, they swung open of their own accord to reveal Cynthia, the skunk captain. Her great chest heaving, she laughed haughtily, "If it isn't little.." Her gloating cutting short as she looks over Veronica and her new enhanced curves. I wasn't aware that someone could turn red under black and white fur, but Cynthia was managing very nicely, shaking with rage.
"How dare you! You're supposed to be smaller than me!", cried the skunk, hefting her generous breasts, fingers sinking just a bit into the fur and soft flesh with the weight of the swells pressing back down. "Where do you come off getting enhancements? Everyone can see they're fa..." Her words never finished as Veronica stepped up and slapped her across the muzzle mid-sentence, forcing the skunk to stagger back a few paces. I felt I should do something and was just raising a foot when the owner of the café came rushing out, speaking firmly, "Ladies, ladies, let's handle this like civilized people." Some part of me wondered what passed for 'civilized' on this world, considering the nature of their last 'duel'.
The two ladies fumed but followed the man. It was only then that I noticed that the owner -was- male. He seemed to be an otter, and he was the first native male I'd seen that didn't seem at all weak or afraid. On the contrary, he herded my wayward companions to the center of his café without hesitation and vanished off into the kitchen. Taking this opportunity, I asked, "So what will the contest be this time?" Cynthia burst immediately into laughter and Veronica just sighed and leaned back against a table. I guessed they weren't going to tell me just yet and crossed my arms, looking off towards the kitchen doors where the otter had disappeared to.
My arms crossed and I was just about to have a seat when he returned, pulling along a cart full of pies, most cream, a few not. "Don't relax just yet. You'll be playing an important part in this competition, good sir," he insisted with a broad smile. "The rules are simple. The two ladies will stimulate one another in such a way as to ultimately arouse their male companion." He flashed me an expression that somehow had me on edge, even though he was smiling, or is that more of a grin? "The male will participate with these," He hefts up a cream pie and hands it to me, "The bottoms have an action or emotion on them. The lady you hit with the pie will have to obey that word for a ten seconds." He points to the tray, which seemed to have at least twenty pies, if not more, "The big ones at the bottom are for the end. When you've decided which female is the winner, hit them with that one to finish the competition. The winner gets the male, and a free breakfast."
I wasn't sure if I liked the idea of being the betting material, but my thoughts were interrupted when I felt a muzzle nosing between my thighs. I almost lept out of my skin with surprise as I looked down and saw a rather cute young otter female pulling my harness off while starting to gently nuzzle and lick at my now rising member. "Did I forget to mention her? My lovely assistant here will keep track of how aroused he is. When he climaxes, the contest is over, regardless of whether or not the pie is thrown, and both females will be hit with the final pie, and the male defaults to his original owner." My objections were becoming quieter in my mind as the otter girl started sucking at the tip of my member. She wasn't as eager as Veronica could be, but she had a nice soft touch that made me want to sit still and enjoy it, my eyes placidly watching Veronica and Cynthia and waiting for them to begin.
They seemed hesitant to start, glaring daggers at each other for a moment with only the faint sounds of the otteress working on me heard in the room. I realized that they were too angry at each other to even think of a way to pleasure each other and looked down at the pie I was still holding. A peek at the bottom showed 'Lust' and it came to me. With a casual lob, the pie sailed in a wide arc to splut, cream down, on Veronica's head. The vixen opened her mouth and looked like she was about to yell at me before she froze stock still, and a sultry look began to overtake her features. She stepped forward and lifts Cynthia's breasts slowly, fingers rubbing back and forth through the soft fur. The skunk seemed quite surprised, but pleased, at this turn of events, panting with a smile.
I didn't feel like letting Cynthia just stand there and soak up the attention. I pulled the rack of pies closer and quickly searched the pies. As I crouched down, I came face to face with the otteress, who was now blushing hotly. I gently kissed her before grabbing another lust pie and standing, allowing the small otter to resume her work. My aim was quite nice, splattering the whipped cream topping all over the skunk's heaving bust. The two females crashed against each other as their lusts crested. I had to agree, this was becoming really hot. They crashed to the ground with Cynthia on the bottom, hands groping at one another as if they hadn't seen another living being in months.
The attention between my legs paused and a pie was held up to me. The cream on this one was a light cyan shade. The otteress holding it was smiling brightly at me and pointing to the two and then the pie. I wondered for a moment if she could speak before I accepted the pie and set it loose without thinking to look at the bottom for what it did. It splattered across Veronica's back in a mild explosion of cream, eliciting a cry of lust from the vixen before she starts to squirm downwards. Soon she has her muzzle buried between Cynthia's black and white thighs, lapping at the skunkgirl with an amazing display of intensity. Cynthia arced up off the floor and was making the glasses in the room quiver with her passionate wailings, her paws holding Veronica's head close. My attention skipped for just a moment as my 'personal attendant' pulled down on my heavy balls, teasing me as she was set to do.
I glanced back at the pie rack and wondered how they were made even as I grabbed for another one. A quick peak showed 'loud' on the bottom. The effects soon became clear as I easily tossed it onto Cynthia, smooshing so nicely against her large black and white breasts. Her passionate cries became screams, shouting love-added obscenities and demands as she writhed under the cunt-lapping Veronica. My shaft was aching from the sight and sounds of the two, and the smells weren't helping either. I wondered if I could stand this tri-pronged assault for very long, but I resolved to hold it back as long as I could and try another pie. 'Hungry' this one read. Considering Veronica was already 'eating', I wondered if it would do anything, but you only live once, so I let it loose.
I didn't think my aim was so good, maybe there's some magic about that in the pies, but it landed on Veronica's ass with a satisfying splat. She leaped forward with a yelp before a predatorish look came over her eyes and she scurried up to Cynthia's breasts, starting to lick them clean of pie ravenously. Her hands graipps and held the orbs close as she worked, nuzzling into Cynthia's soft mammaries intermittently, much to the skunk's very verbal delight. I glanced down between the two 'battling' ladies and saw their crotches grinding against one another needfully, and that was it. I couldn't take it anymore, I arced my back and growled as my balls lurched themselves out of the otter's grip. The small lover sealed her lips around me firmly just before I exploded into her. I was amazed that someone so short could swallow so much without a problem, but she did, even still teasing at what little remained of my shaft outside her muzzle and over my sensitive sac.
When my senses returned to me fully, I was looking nose to nose at a sleek otter female. She took my hand and raised it to the air, "The contest is a draw! He will stay with his current owner!" The hand not occupied with holding mine aloft I could feel giving a quick grab between the legs as the now larger otter gave me a wink. Veronica and Cynthia, despite the announcement, were still embroiled in their wild love making. The owner emerged from the kitchen at the cry of his assistant and stepped over the two females, instead approaching us. "Breakfast is still on the house. It's not every day I get to watch two rivals make up this way." He leaned in close, whispering, "To tell the truth, no one ever wins this contest, but everyone wins in the end." Laughing, he directed me to the counter to order my meal.