Ringymas
Ringy gifts herself for the Season.
Date: 5E90 - 01 - 01 Subject: Party - Well done everyone, huge success. Please forward to as many people as you can. Playback begins //--
The party was loud.
With the rabble gurgling in the background like a brook, Ringy relaxed on a deck chair, drink in one hand, Adia in the other. She gently grasped the little lape's neck, and squeezed.
She didn't make a sound, but writhed, slowly, hips raising and lowering in desperation, mouth opening and closing, licking lips, eyes rolling around in her head, the effect strong in the dark. Tears rolled in her eyes.
Ringy released her. She coughed once, and snuggled closer, shivering in the hot evening air. Lowering her face, ears held back tautly with a simple brace, she whimpered for more.
Ringy thumbed her throat delicately, thinking. She didn't like a hot New Orb. The coming of the new year, and the death of the old, always reminded her of cold, and snow, and warm fireplaces. And lengthy hours sleeping in front of them. Visiting the 'Dreff always meant a turn-about of so many things.
Silently appearing with a soft flash of light, Dere sat softly on the side of her chair. The light softly lit the roof of the building, showing tables and forgotten drinks, briefly.
Then it was dark again. The stars filled the sky, the Great Way spread across it, a billion tiny jewels thrown in a messy line overhead.
"So this Crighs-miss thing," the fel purred. "It's about gifts? Like some sort of mass Orbit Day."
Adia only nodded, not daring to correct her pronunciation. Dere said nothing, gazing down from the perch of her neck.
She churred deeply, mulling the idea over. "Makes sense. It's the worlds Orbit Day, I guess. I'd like to give you both a gift, since that's how it's supposed to work."
Adia trilled, and immediate grasped her muzzle, regretful. Ringy slapped her tightly across the face.
The lape shuddered, dazed, and moved from antsy to perfectly aroused, her eyes turning a brilliant gold.
"What I'm about to do, has been blessed by all those involved. I will be listening keenly for a safeword. Otherwise, stay quiet, or I'll be very, very disappointed. Do I make myself clear?"
Both of her toys stared at her, silent.
"Good."
With no particular sign or motion, the party slowly flooded out of the small doorway across the patio-roof. Indref appeared first, idly floating to the edge with a drink, sipping it, his body curling with flame with every sip. He ignored the trio snugged together on the deckchair.
Ben wandered in next, dressed smartly in a tuxedo, and joined him, chatting quietly, pointing out over the city.
Awkwardly, Henna rose up the stairwell, her movements slow and careful with the task of tracking four paws up the stairs, until she rested near the table. Right behind her, a naga chuckled, laughing softly over some joke or another, bringing a rare smile to the wolf-taur's lips.
Rose appeared next, draped in a sheen of cloth, hiding nothing, calmly picking food from the table, offering some to a small cheetah mae, himself nude, bright fur lit with the candles amongst the feast.
Soon the roof was a clatter of noise and laughter, holos, music and singing. All of it an inch away.
Ringy softly grasped Adia's shirt, a brightly coloured Santa on it, straight from Terra. Without a word, the fel disrobed the lape, surrounded by the party, seemingly unseen. Sliding down her miniskirt, the blue-spot was freefurred quickly, shivering, eyes huge, wavering between frightened green and lustful gold.
Next, Ringy turned to Dere, pulled her closer, snugging her next to Adia in her lap, and pulled the light summer dress over her head, a lengthy neck-burdened process.
Without a word, she snoogled them both, kissing them, back and forth, wet, tongue exploring deeply, grasping their rumps, fingering their tailholes softly, and then deeper, rutting them with undulating digits, grinning in delight at the mix of confusion and arousal on their faces.
She whispered into Dere's ears, kissing them. "You are my target, and Adia is yours. Do you understand?"
She nodded quickly, eyes searching Ringy's face for answers.
As the party gained tempo, a single track of music beginning to belt out over the others, dancing started, and Ringy wriggled down her chair a little, the long recliner more big enough. Using her abject strength, she dragged Dere's rump over her face.
The raff let one short, high gasp, and was rewarded with ten deeply dug claws. She squeezed her eyes shut, and grasped Adia, who managed to be quiet, barely.
Ringy gave that puzzle-rump a tonguing it had never had anything the likes of, shoving and swirling, a tornado of soaking flesh, forcing Dere to shudder muted grunts down Adia's tail, trying her hardest to focus on her task of penetrating the little lape with her own enormous tongue.
Adia wept, the moment too much for her heart, sobbing through shameful orgasm after climax after come-over after release, watching the people she cared about so deeply, all working together to force her to undergo this torture. Delicious, divine torture. She felt her heart throb and choked silently through yet another crest of pleasure, drooling.
Without a single word, Ringy paused her attentions, and got up, grasping the spot by the scuff, and setting her on the railing, making her lean her face over the edge, bar at her chest. She forced Dere to stand behind the lape, holding the raffe by the wrists to her back, forcing them into a standing spoon, shivering each.
Ringy buried her cock into the tall, wispy rag she adored so, rutting forcefully, grabbing it by the horns and really slamming it into the other scrap. After a few minutes of this, she rolled her head back, and groaned, filling the cum-gourd to the brim.
Adia was a soaking mess by now, her thighs slick. When Ringy pushed her to her knees, huddled between Dere's ankles, her tail went up all on its own, and Ringy sank heavily into her nethers, gripping the tiny creatures hips and forcing her way painfully into the slight space.
Adia felt her organs shoved, her hipbones bend, her body violated and hurt. She climaxed fitfully, opening her mouth, screaming silently, the voice stolen from her throat. Her sweet, sweet Fae grasped her by the base of both ears, and her form melted into a harder release, forcing honey to spray against the tiling of the roof.
Dere didn't move. She was rewarded with a tongue, slipped thickly under her tail, the tip pressing like a thumb at her bladder with practised ease. She shook, squeezed her knees together, fought it, fought the searing pain, and failed, releasing her mess over both of them.
The tightly coupled pair beneath broiled over, Ringy pumping her precious cum-stain full, until saw her stomach curve, and she heard the scrap gag, stomach heaving with the weight of the seed within her frame.
Ringy picked up the cum filled blue scrap, and dumped it facing the party, still raging on around them. She forced the towering-toy down next to it. Holding her softening cock above them, she purred, her voice barely loud enough over the din. But the four ears below her lips had no world but what she had to say.
"Merry Christmas."
She marked them, thoroughly. This year, her present was their hides. Their present, was to know their place.
The party raged on.
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