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The mind-numbing thump of bass and the thick press of body heat and musk was only too familiar, though this was Ginger's first time at this club. Her usual haunts were a little more... open-minded, and attracted a bit of an older crowd. She suspected half these kids were only in here by virtue of fake ID's. Still, she took a deep breath, drawing in the almost desperate sensuality lurking just underneath. She could have fun hunting in a place like this, she supposed. The mouse girl allowed herself a slow smile. Another time, perhaps. Tonight, she had only one prey.

Wading through the roiling crowd, working around the clumps of drunken conversations and sliding through the frenzied milling of dancing and grinding here and there with only a few gropes exchanged, she searched for her mark. The shadows below concealed bodies engaged in lewd intertwining, but sweeping, colored lights threw up a sea of faces, often in flashes of humor, lewdness, or ecstasy. Every pair of cat ears she spotted, she waited for their owner to turn before moving on.

By the time she finally emerged from the lusty cloud of bodies to rest at the bar, like catching hold of solid ground after riding through a storm, she found her skirt growing a bit swollen in the front. She pressed her belly to the bar and sighed, taking a moment to catch her breath and clear her head a little, trying to relax before she tore another pair of panties. She managed to catch a bartender's eye and ordered something sweet.

It was an odd little mission, to be sure. Her dear Mina had brought home a cute little cowgirl to ravish, but apparently this Naira actually had a boyfriend-- and one less open to having fun with others than Ginger and Mina. They had decided to take a break to sleep with other people or some such, but the cowgirl was worried he wouldn't take advantage. It all seemed a bit silly, but if she needed to seduce a cute boy for the sake of love, she supposed she could deign to help. Ginger thanked the bartender with a wide, lascivious smile as she accepted her drink, and took a look around as she sipped. Actually...

Halfway down the bar, a gray-furred feline sat at the bar, staring at his empty glass. She pulled out her phone to check the image she'd been sent. A glance up, and she smiled slowly, snapping her phone shut and stepping back from the bar.

He had a couple of tittering girls sitting to one side, sodden with drink and flashing plenty of cleavage, but he didn't even look up. Ginger sighed as she slid onto the stool on his other side, taking a slow drink. His eyes didn't even flicker her way, which rankled her a little. But she'd see about fixing that.

Leaning into an overt turn of the head, she took him in up close, eyes traveling up and down his form. His jeans were tight and showed off his tight butt, but his shirt was a loose, black button-up, probably silk. He didn't look bad at all-- if he'd stop slouching over his drink, she might have been tempted to pick him up even without a request. As it was, he looked like he had come out for a night of illicit pursuits, but he'd either been shot down or lost his nerve. She suspected the latter. His eye finally flickered a hint in her direction as she stared at him. She smiled slowly. "Don't worry, honey, there's still plenty of girls that'll think you're cute."

He straightened a little, finally forced to look at her. She leaned on the bar, arms folded under her breasts, framing them well in her low-cut red tee, with her jacket spreading open as if to give him an illicit peek. Her skirt rode more than halfway up her thigh with the way she sat, and she was pleased to see his eye dragged implacably over the whole of her before he found the brain cells to respond, "uh... what?"

"You look like some pretty thing must have turned you down. I'm just letting you know, you're still cute. Don't worry about it too much." Her eyes twinkled as she took another sip from her drink, the cat blinking at her in confusion.

A moment, and he finally managed a wry smile. "Ah... thanks. But that's not really..." He shook his head. "I'm just... not sure if I should be here."

"Not sure, not sure." She hummed to herself. "Well, if you can't decide, maybe you should let someone else be the judge." She reached up and brushed the hair out of his eyes, getting a better look at him.

"Huh? Wh--?" He blinked at her fingers brushing his brow, and as they dropped to take his chin and gently turn his face one way, then the other, he started to try and sputter out a protest. "Hey-- I don't--"

"Yup!" She smiled easily, giving one arm a squeeze as if feeling his bicep. "I was right. You should stay here." His mouth formed a questioning pout, and she went on, "you're definitely an improvement to the scenery, honey. Stick around and give me something to look at, will you?" Her smile widened, eyes lidded with quiet implication.

She had to hold back a giggle when he actually blushed a little. "Uh..." He cleared his throat, and managed a somewhat confident smile of his own. "Well, if you insist."

"Mm, the insisting comes later. For now, just relax, honey." She glanced down at his glass. "Are you waiting for another drink?"

He followed her gaze, and looked up, glancing around the far side of the bar. "Oh. I've been having trouble getting the bartender's attention. Pretty busy and all."

She hummed, leaning over the bar a little further and raising one arm, her cleavage spilling forth generously. They had a fellow getting their drinks in barely a few seconds, leaving the two chuckling softly. "I'm Ginger, by the way." She leaned over slowly, drawing the space between them closer.

"Oh-- Ardanis." He straightened a little, clearing his throat.

"Been a while since you played the crowds, Ardy?" She folded his name with a low, throaty turn of her voice.

He blinked, and smiled a bit ruefully. "You can tell, huh?" She smirked lightly, making a little so-so gesture with one hand. "Yeah, I wasn't turned down, I haven't really... started yet. Been having second thoughts." He glanced out over the crowds of furs. "I dunno if I should--"

"Well, confidence is what it's all about, so you'll have to kick yourself till you can be sure, honey." She smiled. "You're not gonna live forever, and you're not gonna be so easy on the eyes forever, either. It's up to you to have all the fun you can while you can. And the key," she poked him gently in the chest, "is confidence. You're here, you want to enjoy yourself, so throw yourself into it and leave the second-guessing for when you're fifty."

He smiled at her a bit incredulously, but he straightened a little more, rolling his shoulders. "I didn't think you'd come to give me a pep talk." Their drinks arrived, and he took his rather gratefully.

"Hmm, I didn't, but I like a confident man better than an indecisive one. So if I can make you into one, so much the better for me." She chuckled almost silently, finishing off her first drink and switching it out for the second.

"Sounds like you've got some plans for me." He tried to chuckle easily with her, but there was a hint of a tremor to his voice.

"Mmmm." She looked him in the eye over her glass, laughter in her eyes as she drank. "Oh, yes. Plans... I have plans for you, honey. I hope you're ready..." Her voice was warm, almost intense.

He was definitely blushing now. He glanced around, clearing his throat, trying to keep a confident smile up. "Oh...? And how should I ready myself...?"

She chuckled slowly. "Finish that drink, for starters. I think you'll need it." She took a deep drink of her own, slowly draining the glass.

For a moment, he paused, considering the glass. She noticed that his other paw was on the rectangular bulge in his pocket, tracing the edge of his phone. He stared into his drink, thinking. She shifted subtly, wondering if she was losing him-- but finally, he took up the glass, and emptied it in one long draw. She smiled slowly. He set it down with a heavy clink and panted softly, managing a smile that came out rather adorably shy. "And now what?"

Ginger giggled softly, and held up a finger as she took a moment to finish her own drink before rising to her feet. He stood with her half a beat later, and found himself brushing knees with her, her breasts just touching to his chest as she smiled up into his eyes. "Now... I show you my car." His scent was masked with one of those obnoxious body sprays, but at least he had the taste to apply it lightly. She rested a hand on his belly, taut under her fingers, and he drew a slow, shaky breath before nodding silently. She chuckled softly as she led him away, through the crowd.

A light mist was just barely coming down, the last remnants of a shower they must have just missed. Cars hissed by on the road as they turned a corner or two, the air refreshingly cool for the moment after the constant, sweaty heat of the club. Ardanis shivered a little, but when Ginger looked back, he was smiling sheepishly, following her with only a subtle sway to his step. She finally drew him to a stop by her car, an economy from a few years back. She thought it was at least a cute one, but she hoped to do better once she was out of college. "Here we are."

He glanced it over, and smiled a hint, "not bad." He might have been humoring her a little.

She chuckled softly. "Let me show you the backseat..." She popped the door, and he considered her with a bemused smile before glancing around, and climbing in.

"Hey, roomy!" He called.

She grinned, moving in behind him. That was the real beauty of this model. "Isn't it?" She gently pushed him back, into the far seat, and crawled in to close the door behind her. The inside was still a little warm, but she huddled into his chest, pressing part-atop him as if for warmth. The sudden, firm press of warm bodies drew a shaky gasp from the feline, but he smiled, trying to smooth it over as he slipped an arm around her. She smirked softly, pressing into almost a grind against him, nuzzling up his neck as her hands slipped under his shirt. He panted out as she nibbled up his chin, and she claimed his mouth firmly with a kiss, pressing his head to the window as her fingers combed up through his belly fur, rubbing over him, feeling out his slim form. Not too bad. She just had to be careful not to grind on him... too directly...

Perhaps encouraged by her boldness, Ardanis slipped his paws around her more firmly, stroking over her back, and down over the swell of her rear. She murred slowly into his mouth, pressing back into his touch, licking tenderly across his lips, enticing him to join her. A moment, and his tongue slipped up to the invitation, and she quickly dragged it into a lewd suckling that had him shuddering and grinding along her inner thigh. She allowed herself a slow smile, humming slowly into his mouth as she nibbled at that tongue, letting his fingers dig greedily at her ass a moment longer before her own hands found his chest. A couple teasing pinches to his nipples drew him gasping and sputtering from the kiss, hands loose, and she urged his arms up, chuckling as she pushed his shirt up over his face. When the underside came up to bare his mouth again, she interrupted his panting with one more firm kiss as her hands expertly drew together and tied up his arms in his shirt, looping the sleeves through the door's handle. By the time she came up for air, she had her new toy bound rather firmly to the car door.

"I..." he panted, starting to struggle a little, "wha...?" Ardanis craned his head around as she rose, the feline trying to figure out just what she'd done. "H-hey...!"

"Ssshhh," she hissed softly, scooting down a ways with a mischievous smile. "Just relax, honey. Leave the rest to me..." His flexing chest and belly was actually quite firm, almost defined, and she couldn't help but admire him a moment as she unbuttoned his pants and slowly slid them down. And underneath... she smiled. Not bad at all, though she could see why that big cowgirl could use a little more satisfying sometimes... Still, at least he wouldn't be too hard to handle. She shuffled those jeans down into a restrictive bundle around his ankles, forcing his legs apart as she scooted in close with a low purr of hunger. He did smell good down here...

She caught him staring down at her, and she locked eyes with him as she leaned in close, hands framing his crotch, her breasts just subtly nuzzling at his balls as she laid a single wet kiss on his tip. She could see the tension ripple through him, his breath rolling from him in a heated sigh as her lips spread around his head. Fresh pre pulsed against her tongue with her first touch, and the corners of her mouth turned up in her humor as she suckled at his hot, pulsating flesh, teasing him till his hips started to twitch upward needily. Did he get enough of these? She wondered, tongue drawing into a slow, wide swirl around his crown that drew a heavy groan from his lips. One of her hands slid down to find his dark-speckled sack, cupping it to roll its contents tenderly as she pressed into slow, firm bobs, eating him up and releasing him again with soft slurps that set him panting and moaning quietly. The pale gray of his chest heaved up and down, in and out of the light of a nearby lamppost, his breath seeming to fill him with a sudden gold sheen for a moment before disappearing into darkness again.

Sighing heavily, Ginger slurped free of that shaft a moment to smile up at the feline, his eyes having fallen shut as he lapsed into pure enjoyment. "How are you liking my plan so far, honey...?" She accompanied the question by pressing in, letting the spit-slicked shaft slide into her undercleavage, snugging in under her bunched-up t-shirt to be buried in her fabric-bound bust, virtually disappearing until a light gray tip poked out the very top of her cleavage.

Ardanis' eyes snapped open, and he could only stare as she captured his cock, letting him throb and drool a mess over the inside of her cleavage, the hungry little jerks of his hips setting her tight-wrapped boobs bouncing luxuriously around him. She smirked up at him, taking the moment to smuggle a hand down, between her legs to see about adjusting her panties. Things were getting dreadfully tight... Finally, the feline managed to summon words: "ah... y-yeah, I'm... it's a great plan so far..." He smiled tremulously, giving another flex of his arms. "Although, a little... restrictive..."

Ginger sighed rather luxuriously, freeing her own arousal at long last. The sound earned a surprised look from the catboy, but she just smiled serenely up at him, stroking over herself a few times as she shifted to roll her breasts around that captured length, grinding it around her cleavage and earning several fresh gobs of precum to smooth the way quite quickly. "Mmh... oh, you'll learn to love it, babe, don't worry." She smiled broadly. "And besides, I find it makes some things a lot simpler..." She wished she could show him her favorite reason for tying a boy up like this, but she supposed it would have to wait. They had something of a schedule to keep, after all...

Leaning in, Ginger carefully captured that tip once more in her lips, letting her cleavage massage his shaft as she pleasured his very tip with rolling, slick pushes of lips, tongue, and just a hint of teeth, playing along all his tender spots carefully. That musk of cat brought a quiet thrill to the back of her mind-- she was a mouse, after all, and no matter how well predator-prey relations have gone, how long the laws had been in place, she couldn't extinguish that spark in the back of her mind, that tiny hint of terror. The whispering thought that if she didn't have him bound, she might be the one being eaten... She drew a deep breath of his scent, the primal scent under that silly spray, and she felt it sizzle in the back of her mind. She'd never dare tell him, of course, but she would... indulge herself in this. In fact...

Leaning up, she slid him out of her cleavage, baring that throbbing rod to the air once more. He gasped and moaned out reluctantly, but she didn't give him long to cool-- her lips descended, gobbling up inch after inch of that hot flesh. His head fell back, lapsing into senseless moans as he throbbed against her tongue, and she leaned in to snug him in against the back of her throat. After her usual fare, she barely had to swallow, and the cat's meat sank into her neck, fresh flesh sliding past her lips till she kissed firmly to his crotch. That drew a high, shuddering groan from the feline, his entire body starting to flex fitfully. If he wasn't careful, he'd tear his own shirt from the looks of it. More importantly, she didn't want him coming free of his bindings just yet. She held him deep in her throat, just letting him pulse and drool down her neck, his shaky breaths drawing more evenly as he grew accommodated to that tight, enveloping grip.

She did like to watch them squirm, though. Every time he seemed to finally start to relax, she took a slow, tender swallow around him, making his breath catch and his knees hitch up around her. The muscles bulged and rippled along his belly as he strained to hump at her, but she could just about guarantee he wasn't getting any deeper than this. She steadied his hips with one hand as the other wandered down, gingerly cupping those balls nestled up under her chin. Oh yes, he was getting ready for her... that sack twitched up at her first touch, and she could swear she could feel the contents churning under her fingers even before she began massaging at those tight-drawn nuts. The way he bit down on his lip, ears flicking restlessly back and forth, he was so hopelessly adorable that he could probably see the laughter in her eyes when he managed to glance down her way. He was a cute one, alright. They'd be getting plenty of mileage out of him, if they handled this right...

With that in mind, she dragged off him in a slow, elaborate flourish, tongue dragging over every inch that dared escape her full, clinging lips. She sighed with relish and drew a careful breath, fingers curling around his very base to steady that rod, now nearly glowing with pulsating need and bared to the light chill of air once more. It was almost time to finish him off, but she wanted to try one more thing... Her lips descended once more, consuming that twitching cockhead and burying his arousal in lavish, slick laps and suckles, keeping him buffeted with sensations as her spare hand, slicked now with her own pre, smuggled in under that tightening sack.

His cheeks were nice and full for a boy, just as plump and promising as they'd looked in his jeans. She hoped she'd have the chance to see him bent over soon, but for now, she carefully pried that plump flesh open and searched out that sweet spot-- that tiny, tender knot of hide that hid so much promise. She could see a subtle tension catch in his squirming form as her slicked fingertip brushed over that button, but if he had any protests, he couldn't be bothered to push them past his adorable, breathy little moans of pleasure. So she massaged at that ring of muscle with her usual expert care, soothing the little beast into the belief that nothing could possibly happen half a beat before she was inside it, pushing two knuckles deep in that cute little butt. Oh, it clamped down on her, but she could already tell-- this was an ass that had known some business. She was grinning to herself around that hot shaft, her own juices dribbling on the seat under her. It was still almost virgin, but only almost. She could do things with this...

But for now, she only had one thing to do with it. Well, two. First, she just flexed and worked around his insides, massaging at him gently, soothing him once again. The tremors running all along his legs to either side warned her she didn't have long, but she was nearly ready to finish him. Her second finger lay poised, waiting for just that right moment-- when he relaxed an instant between flexes of tension, she slid in firmly, two fingers firmly buried in that cat's backdoor and giving him just a pleasant little stretch. His mouth fell open, head thunking to the car door, and for a moment she thought she'd finished already-- but that fitfully quivering rod just spat a fat wad of precum at the back of her throat, ready for just a little more punishment. She had it ready and waiting, of course.

What's the point of literally having a button to make boys blow their loads if you don't use it, after all? It took the right, tender touch, though. She felt it out easily, being a natural geographer of tailholes by this point, and she carefully slid her fingertips into place on either side, framing the tender swell and holding it in place. She could feel even that sensation ripple out through him, like his entire body was creaking on the verge of falling apart. With that button perfectly placed, her fingers slid round and under it... and set to strumming up and down over it viciously, lips sealing languidly around the back of his crown as her tongue coiled around him. Tenderness is a subjective thing, after all.

A single, muted squeak slipped from the feline as his entire body snapped rigid-- and her mouth flooded with seed, thick, surging globs flooding her cheeks even as she swallowed. She stared up at the boy as her mouth filled with spunk, and only when his eyes cracked open, glimmering down at her as his orgasm tapered off, did she take a single, quite audible gulp. His mouth fell open and he shuddered, lips working a moment as if to speak as his hips weakly bucked up, a few fresh, thick gushes spilling on her tongue as his balls wrung out eagerly at her command. Satisfied, she dragged her fingers from his ass and took a moment to lick up his slow-twitching head before releasing him from that cruelly sweet grasp of her lips. The cat slumped back, a windy sigh deflating his chest as she slipped out of the car, unnoticed.

He hardly seemed to flicker an ear when she got in the driver's seat and the engine turned over, the mousegirl still licking cream from her lips. She was already on the road, half a mile from the club, before he managed to stir enough to mumble, "wh... what're ya...?"

Once again, she hushed him. "Relax, honey, I'm just kidnapping you a little." She glanced back, and couldn't help but smile. Something about driving a cute boy home, intoxicated and tied up, really put her in a good mood. She wasn't sure she'd call it a simple pleasure, but after a long week of cramming classes and work into too few hours, it certainly was a nice change of pace to just grab a cute piece of ass and cart it back to the base for a good ravaging. Soothing. She did find herself speeding a little, though-- she was still rock hard, and desperately hoping she could find a way to smuggle this package somewhere nice and warm soon.

Fortunately, he was conscious enough when they arrived to do up his own pants and shirt again, once she undid the knot over his head. He might have been a little spooked about her kidnapping comment, but it didn't take much more than a sultry smile as she readjusted her shirt, her cleavage still glistening a little with his juices, for him to stumble after wherever she dragged him. In the elevator, she casually leaned back into him, pinning him to the wall and feeling out his crotch with the back of her skirt. She was pleased to feel something stir between her cheeks, despite her thorough draining of his system a moment earlier, and he was a little quicker to follow as she led the way to the apartment.

Outside the door, she paused, and glanced back at him with a smoky smile. "Wait here just a moment, honey. And don't you wander... I'd hate to have someone else snap up my new toy before I'm finished with him." She giggled as he answered with a somewhat befuddled smile, and she slipped inside, closing the door gently in his face. Mina and Naira were curled up on the couch watching some silly show, which they snapped off as she came in. "Is everything ready? Our guest is waiting..." They rose, Mina just smiling a bit impatiently, folding her arms, but Naira seemed pretty nervous. "You just relax in the corner, sweety. We'll take care of things to start..." She plucked up the waiting blindfold and twirled it on a finger, smiling playfully. "Remember, just have fun with it. We're doing this for the sake of you two, you know..." The cowgirl nodded a bit timidly, and Ginger went to check up on their boy.

Right where she left him, like a good little lost puppy. She smiled sweetly and snaked her arms around him, giving him a squeeze that let him feel her soft bits spread against him, and promptly slipped the blindfold on over his eyes. "No peeking, now. This way..."

In the door, and down the hall, she led him by tugs on an arm, the silly cat twitching his nose and swiveling his ears, trying to pick out his surroundings. In the bedroom, Mina sat back on the bed in the buff, awaiting them with a lazy smirk. Naira fidgeted off to one side, sat down in a chair. Ginger led him right to the bed. "I hope you don't mind," she simpered innocently, "but I thought I'd share you with my girlfriend. We do love to gang up on the boys..."

The feline straightened, ears a-quiver. "Uh-- your girlfriend?"

"Mm hmmm. Here..." She gave him a push just as he reached the foot of the bed, sending him plummeting into the minotaur's waiting arms-- and the generous bed of her cleavage. His halfhearted yelp was quickly smothered, and the bullgirl chortled softly, enclosing him in her arms. Like most furs, he was dwarfed against her frame, and his head easily buried between her breasts, nearly disappearing before he pulled himself up, perhaps a bit slowly, for a gasp of air. The mousegirl tittered. "Ardanis, this is Mina. Mina? I found this cutie wandering around the club. I think he'd suit our needs quite well with a little training..." She purred that last as she started to shimmy out of her clothes.

"Oh, really...?" Mina murmured throatily. Her big hands stroked firmly over the gray feline, pressing her close against him, sliding down to cup his round ass and give it a squeeze-- which pushed him snug to the heavy shaft draped up over her thigh.

"N-needs? Ah...!" The feline stiffened a moment, and the mousegirl slid in behind him, naked and needy, pressing her breasts to his back and snuggling something quite firm to his rear.

"Oh, yes... Mina and I have very special needs, and it takes a very special kind of boy to fulfill them." She cooed over his ear as she pressed close against him, slowly sandwiching him between both girls' assets, above and below. He drew a deep, deliberate breath, and she couldn't help but smirk as her breasts obediently spread against the swell of his back, Mina's mighty bosom similarly shifting against his front. Oh, he liked this. He might have had something holding him back, but the way he quivered, the way he breathed... She took one of his paws in one hand and guided it gently to that broad hunk of bull cock, closing his fingers delicately over that hot girth just below the head. He let slip a choked mew, flushed behind his blindfold as the minotaur murred over his head at his touch. "And I'm betting you're just the boy we need..." His breath caught, and his head twitched in a little shake, likely trying to form some kind of protest or excuse, to belie the rockhard, gray shaft he seemed to have forgotten, laid prodding at Mina's balls. Forgotten, or ignored, for some silly, stubborn sense of what he should be. She leaned in to nibble at the base of his ear and whisper, "I've been inside you, honey, and I know you loved it... It's time for confidence, remember? Explore, enjoy, experiment. Here..." Mina's bullhood was pushing up to full attention under the feline's quivering touch, and Ginger slipped her spare hand up, between Ardanis' ears. A gentle push guided him down, nuzzling along the undersides of those heavy breasts. "Have a taste..."

Naira stared from her corner, twisting up her skirt in her fidgeting hands as she sat mesmerized. She was blushing heavily herself, watching the two seduce her boyfriend a couple feet away. She did an admirable job of staying quiet, really. Ardanis was quivering slightly, but after a long moment's hesitation, his ears flicking and tickling at the bullgirl's heavy undercleavage, his tongue slipped past his lips. Ginger pushed him firmly into that standing rod, letting that blunt tip shove against the flat of his tongue a moment, painting it with her musky juices, and Mina gave a throaty, almost theatrical moan. The feline shivered, and gave that fat head a slow lick. She moaned out again, grinding up slowly, kissing sloppily to his lips. Ginger smiled broadly as she released his paw, letting him hold her, lapping tenderly at that shaft a moment before he finally pulled back, flushed and clearing his throat.

"I think she liked that..." Ginger purred behind his ear. "What about you...?" The fitful twitching of that shaft below already answered that, but the dear boy probably still thought he was straight, and that it could be that simple...

He was silent a moment, and he gave a slow swallow. She was grinning slowly, knowing the minotaur's juices were sliding down his throat. Finally, he drew a deep breath, and pushed the words out breathily, "n, not bad..." His cheeks were positively glowing, he was such an adorable little virgin. Admitting that maybe, just maybe, cocks were tasty. She glanced up, and found a very similar flush plastered across his dear girlfriend's face where she sat in the corner, one hand firmly planted between her legs as she watched. If she wasn't careful, she'd scent the whole room with her arousal, and risk spoiling the surprise.

Ginger giggled softly as she pressed in against the feline, grinding luxuriously between his cheeks in anticipation. "Well then, have another taste..." She murred silkily over his head. "Keep going, honey, and you'll have a lovely reward before long..." Mina's low, almost growling chuckles joined the mousegirl's titters as Ardanis leaned in again, blindly seeking out that bullcock by taste and touch...