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Ardanis felt... lost. No. He'd been lost when his evening started, wandering the old clubs trying to find... what? Some pussy, he supposed. Someone that could be better than Naira? Not likely. But, apparently, that was supposed to be what he had been looking for. He'd been lost, and suddenly, a woman had found him, and dragged him into strange, new territory-- no woman he could recall had been so confident, so aggressive with him, not even Naira. Now, he was blindfolded, directionless, floating in some mysterious space, some unknown room on an unseen floor of a strange building.

And there was a dick in his mouth.

He probably should have been more worried about that. He was much too attracted to women to be gay, but --somehow-- this was a woman's dick. His head was swimming with alcohol and confused, roiling lust, his thought processes utterly lethargic-- but somehow, his body seemed to be getting along just fine. He was painfully hard, grazing the soft fur of her inner leg as he stooped over this massive, mysterious woman, her sensuous moans filling his ears as her precum soaked into his gums.

In his head, he had an image of dicks (besides his own) as ugly, smelly things-- competition at best, threats at worst. That... did not match up very well with the silky hot creature throbbing against his tongue now, tasting not bitter or sour but faintly spicy, perhaps even sweet in the way that skin can taste. He felt his tongue slithering from his mouth to greedily lap over this knot of flesh, his lips pulled taut in a close grip around it as his jaw strained open. His brain churned wearily, trying to even understand this thing as a dick, that thing he knew and avoided. His body moved ahead without him, his blood running hot, his paws sliding up to brace at the bottom of this mighty thing lest it slip from his lips, as it often jerked this way and that with its plump pulses. The taste was sinful and luscious, her juices vibrant and salty in complement to her flesh. The feel of her under his tongue, pulsing with life, at once so hard and so gently yielding, slick with his precum-tainted saliva, drew his every nerve ending to full attention, his tongue and lips somehow awakening to the world of sensation anew. But it was the sound of her that really made him tremble.

When his lips sank down that beast, struggling once more to properly encompass the full swell of her head, the woman looming over him cooed with delight, a full-throated, hungry plea, wordless but undeniably pleased and hungering for more. When his tongue lashed around that bulk in a wide swirl, she gasped, occasionally even letting a small, delighted giggle slip from her lips. And when he sucked at her, drawing in tight and stroking his tongue over the very tip, her voice dropped low, a moan rattling in his ears that surely made the very floorboards shake, and he could feel the dual, massive weights of her breasts bow over his ears, half-squashing them as she leaned in close. She was absolutely shameless and verbose, virtually singing her pleasure out from one moment to the next as he tasted and caressed this... this thing, this throbbing part of her. If nothing else, he hungered to bring this out in her-- to pleasure this woman, to forcibly wring ecstasy from her nerve endings through this hunk of sweet flesh, such pleasure as he wasn't sure he'd ever given a woman before in what he considered a rather venerable career in the field. His mind couldn't tell him what he was doing right now, it couldn't keep up, but his body knew, that whatever it was... That this was good.

His daze, his blind bath in euphoria was interrupted briefly when the back of his throat flared with pain, and for a moment, he shuddered, struggling for air. Fingers curled in his hair and hauled back, dragging him up, and he gasped raggedly, shivering and coughing and groaning disconsolately. Was it over already? He'd felt so... so... not powerful... not powerless... both, somehow?

"All right, honey, that should be enough for now. No need to hurt yourself..." Ginger giggled softly behind him. "You'll get plenty of chances to practice that later, I'm betting. Now, I believe I promised a reward..." His paws stroked over that creature a moment, still yearning for another taste, but small, delicate hands peeled his fingers away. "Ah ah, are we going to have to do something with these?" He could hear her practically grinning. "Here..." She drew one of his paws up, high over his head to one side, and metal jangled a moment. A firm, leather ring closed over his wrist-- some kind of handcuff? And he found he could only swing that paw in a small arc around a high point on that side. His other paw was drawn up, and locked up the same. He couldn't quite stay set on the bed, and he stumbled back down onto the floor-- he could only just stand without putting weight on his wrists, leaving his arms hanging high overhead, stretched to either side, his fingers touching wood-- bedposts? "There... don't need you squirming around too much, just relax and accept your reward, hmm...?" She pressed to his back, purring that last as her breasts squished full and firm to his shoulder blades and her own... hard thing snuggled in tight against his rear. He could actually feel his cheeks coloring, his shaft giving an eager bob as he remembered that toy Naira had used on him...

Ginger giggled softly now, hands snaking around his middle and slowly encircling his shaft. "Oh, you like the feel of that, huh...?" She shifted her hips to square that stiff flesh between his cheeks and ground in tightly, pushing a soft pant from his throat as he throbbed fervently between her curling, intertwining fingers. "Mmm, I do believe he likes it, yes... Here, now... I think you liked these, too?" Her fingers slipped away, and after barely a pause to let the cool air whisper around his arousal, soft, smooth skin slid up around him-- warm, enveloping, swallowing the full length of his rod in almost an instant to nestle two thick nubs against his hips. His breath spilled from him in a shuddering sigh as his hips rocked forward with nary a thought, grinding into Mina's expansive, wondrous tits. For a moment, his balls seized painfully, and he had to steel his entire body, squelching a shamefully sudden, premature orgasm before it could start, holding back from even thinking about that silky vice of flesh, the nigh-infinite depth of that valley of cleavage he was tasting. He held his breath, teeth grit tight, and with a few ragged heartbeats, the urge to breed her tits on the spot passed.

He sagged, hanging from the cuffs a moment with a heavy pant, and Ginger tittered curiously behind his ear and ground in against him. A groan spilled from his lips, sudden and unexpected, his pleasure boiling up again from its merciful decline barely a moment ago. Hard flesh sawed up and down between his cheeks, leaving a smearing trail of slickness as she pushed tight to his rear and eased back. He could feel the subtle textures of that lightly curved creature between his cheeks, the slick sheen between them only seeming to bring out the feel of her in startling clarity. The graceful taper of thickness toward the middle, the smooth ridges of the tip, the gentle network of veins pumping hot blood through this hungering thing. He did not summon the thought, but he could not stop imagining this thing pushing him open, filling him as that toy had, not with simple mass but with full, throbbing, hot flesh, tearing into him for its pleasure.

His shoulders slumped, a tremble taking his entire body. Ardanis had tried so hard, had held back his body through sheer force of will, and in the end, his own mind betrayed him. His balls pumped with almost painful enthusiasm, cramming thick wads into the minotaur's cleavage as his head fell back, a moan scraping from his throat. It was not the warm embrace of these incredible tits around him, nor was it the manipulation of that hidden sweet spot inside him of which his lover had once taken such advantage, nor was it in anticipation of this pleasure from the beast scratching at his back door that had driven him helplessly over the edge. He had, for one moment, envisioned this woman, this stranger, fucking his ass raw solely for her own pleasure, solely for the feel of his little-used hole stretching around her, and he had not been able to hold back sudden, explosive orgasm. At the very thought. Shame washed hot over his hide, rippling under his fur, yet, it did not diminish his pleasure so much as it... flavored it. Shameful, trembling, debased ecstasy.

This single fact, the true core of what made him lose control, passed through his mind in barely a moment, a single bolt of surprising clarity-- quickly buried under the stupor of orgasmic bliss. So it was that, when Ginger pushed to claim that snug little hole buried between his cheeks, his body has just reached the zenith of relaxation. She slipped in easily, her wondering titters quickly swelling into a low, sultry sigh as that smooth crown glided past his ring. His hooded eyes snapped open, and he only seized close around her as she ground deeper with a luxurious moan, "ohhhh, yesss... We're going to have lots and lots of fun with this one..." She purred into his ear, and her breasts swelled across his back as she rolled in against him. "I do believe he just creamed dear Mina's tits quite thoroughly..."

Her words were muffled even as the warm air of their passing puffed in his ears. He was open, straining and stinging just a hint, yet the hot press against his insides seemed to smother anything but his raw, nerve-fraying pleasure. It was just as-- it was better-- it was so much better than before. Every gentle, rolling push of that smooth, pulsing shaft sent fresh ripples of warmth up his body, building upon each other, cascading in his mind. With every smooth, greedy thrust, with every pulse of tangible pleasure that strained against his inner walls, his little encounter with a dildo paled before the wondrous feeling of hot flesh digging around inside him, of this beautiful and alien being claiming him fully in a way he'd never known. By the time her hips pushed snug to his cheeks, grinding hungrily to work just a little more of that twitching meatstick inside him, he knew-- he was in love. Not with a person, but with... the dick.

Ardanis whimpered softly, something crumpling inside him as that thought settled heavily in his mind. Ginger giggled throatily and cooed, "oh, don't worry, love, you'll be used to it in no time... Just take deep breaths, now..." He swallowed, and his chest swelled with a steady inhalation as the mouse girl dragged her hips back. He found himself trying to clamp down time and again, to capture her reflexively, and only the obscene friction brought him loose again in little lurches. He just barely began to loose that breath in a heavy sigh, relaxing utterly-- when she shoved a powerful blow to his ass, planting to the hilt and shoving him teetering over into the minotaur's tits. His breath burst out in a cry, meant to be a yelp of surprise, yet it rang melodious and sultry in his ears. He barely recognized his own voice-- though it had sounded... familiar. Ardanis shivered, feeling his cheeks grow hot even as the bottomless embrace of cleavage before him ran slick and hot over every inch of his cathood, coercing his twice-spent shaft into sudden, painful hardness almost instantly. He coughed and moaned out shakily, everything between his waist and his knees seeming to be afire with pleasure that he couldn't do a damn thing about.

Sliding round and up his hips, two small hands combed up the fluff of his belly, crossing and drawing the mousegirl's arms in tight around him in a warm embrace as she sighed happily in his ears. The bed against his shins and his cuffed wrists held him loosely in place, such that as she slowly dragged back and shoved stroke after stroke into his ass, slowly smoothing the way with her pulsing juices, he swung precariously back and forth along with her, every impact grinding tight as he buried into that heavy bust before him, the implacable minotaur only leaning in to form an immovable wall of cleavage, the most luxurious anvil upon which Ginger could hammer into him. Her arms clung to his chest, pressing her smooth form taut against him such that the heavy spread of her breasts massaged against his back in mesmerizing surges and subtle twists, firm tips poking steadily through his fur to tickle at his hide. The soft and hard of her body, her flexing muscle and generous curves played out an elaborate pattern across his back and his punctured rear with every grinding thrust, and he found his breathing matching hers, the two of them swelling and sighing in time as she fucked him.

He wasn't sure when he'd started to press back into her-- though he could do little more than arch his back to angle his ass up against her a little more sharply, since he barely had enough leverage to stay on his feet under the steady beating of those hips against him. Despite the dangerously addictive feel of that cowgirl --that bullgirl, he remembered, tongue playing across his lips-- swallowing his length in that sweet slick press of endless titflesh, somehow, he found he was urging back more than forward. Under the force of that thick-pulsing mouse cock punching smoothly through his sore little hole over and over, anything else, even this bottomless bosom, seemed to fall into the periphery. This wondrous boob job was little more than a side effect just now, though a glorious one.

"That's it..." the mouse's voice was smoky, almost harsh against his neck. "Now you're getting the hang of it... ready for the real thing...?" She spared a hand to gesture something as he managed little more than a dull, curious whimper in answer, but they didn't seem to be waiting for his response. The minotaur grunted softly and leaned forward, that indomitable bust shoving him forcibly back into the mousegirl ass first. Her horns grazed his chest as she snickered, breath puffing against him, as she forced him into a properly spread, half-bent position. Ginger hummed her approval, hands sliding down to knead over his ass a moment. She rolled his cheeks in rough dual circles, squeezing them around that half-buried length, and spreading them wide-- to bury to the hilt again, dragging a gasp from the gray feline's throat as he felt her crawl in deeper than ever. Her hipbones were digging tight to his ass, grinding her head around that fresh inch of him she'd claimed, and he found himself pushing back with a low, heavy draw of air. She chuckled slowly. "Oh, he's ready..."

Reality jerked as she yanked out, and surged with the sudden slam of her body to his, her thick-throbbing length spearing up inside him. He found lewd noises pouring from his throat as she started shoving full-bodied strokes to his ass one after the other, the feline choking on his own spittle and coughing out heavy, needy moans. He found himself bouncing on the balls of his feet, heels never quite finding the floor before the swing of her body, the drive of that cock pushed him up and forward again. His shoulders shook and rolled, his arms twisting to find a better angle-- to sling his body down, slouching over the snorting bullgirl and bend over just a little further, to take his fucking properly. Her hands were hard on his hips, hauling him back into every thrust as if the heavy bounce of those subtly slurping tits under him didn't shove him back up to meet her blows readily enough. He thought he might be nearing another orgasm, but he honestly couldn't tell for certain-- his own arousal was a searing mess of juices and soft flesh, his own spunk dribbling off his balls and down his thighs under the squish of those breasts, but the real core of his attention was not his cock, but Ginger's.

This was what it really felt like to be used. She was starting to breathe out the sweetest little moans as she hammered to his ass, fingers curling greedily to dig her nails in on the inside of his hipbones. She was pulsing violently in him, he could feel the strain in every drag, the sudden pressure at the bottom of every grind, the dull churn of his inner walls around her. Her balls were starting to slap at his taint, clipping his own sack with every vehement thrust, and he found thoughts of Naira floating through his mind. Was this how she felt when he'd bent her over and fucked her? So... wanted? So... fulfilled? He hoped so. But as the bitterness of recent memory with his girlfriend sank in, he realized-- no. He'd probably never been so... satisfying as this. She was a big girl, and she liked to be rough at times, but he was never fully up to the task. Maybe... he wondered dully to himself, heart aching, yet submitting to some dreadfully wonderful color of self-loathing, maybe he'd be better off being a fucktoy for beautiful creatures like these, and he should let his girlfriend find someone that could better satisfy her. Maybe... that was the real conclusion to draw from this... 'break' between them.

He was glad for the blindfold. He would've looked like a damn idiot with tears in his eyes as he started to moan out noisily, shaping vague syllables of pleas for more that never quite lumped together in actual English. He cried out his need, and shoved his ass back for more, and Ginger provided with a grinning snarl. His ass stung from the constant slap of her body to his, his tail was cramping from curling up tight in offering, and his wrists were surely going to be bruised for days, but he still needed more. He didn't want to stop for anything, not until-- until he'd broken completely...

Ardanis recognized his own climax dully. That was, what, the third one tonight? He barely felt the churning of his balls against those sloppy globes, drowning another load in the bullgirl's cleavage as electric shivers ran through his body and he reflexively wrung at that piston punishing his ass. The tighter he clung, the more she throbbed and the harder her next stroke came, and he couldn't help but seize down all the harder for it, his cries breaking into ragged rasps between moans. Yes... she was almost there... The mousegirl's heavy staccato broke into a cacophony of blows grinding furiously through his ass, losing rhythm to pure, lusty drive. His voice surged and dragged low under the force of those blows, his body faltering, heaving forward under the brutality as she carved into him. And he craved it desperately, he needed to feel her cum in him, to declare in the brutal honesty of bodies and juices that she found his hole worthy and desirable.

The final stroke clapped sharp through the room, all the louder for echoing in sudden, straining silence as his voice cut, and he felt the first burst of heat deep inside his belly. He was being bred. For all the loads he'd dumped in hot holes in his life, this was the first drop of seed pressed into his own flesh, and it came in thick, potent gushes, breasts heaving to his back as she wrapped around him and ground each wad nice and deep. His voice finally broke in the shameless moans of a slut vindicated, and he arched, flushed, accepting his hard-earned seed with thick, labored pants. He imagined that he could feel her filling up his every recess, that she was soaking the full of him, staining him with her essence, marking him. Irreversibly. His toeclaws dug at the floor, and he pushed with what tiny strength he could muster to grind his ass to her just a little harder. This was... everything that he needed.

Her sweet, satisfied giggle was music such as he'd never heard, that filled his head with a bubbly thrill. It was his body that had pleased her so, after all. "We really lucked out here, love. Who'd've thought your dear friend could have such a perfect little slut to offer up to us?" She cooed the words as she worked slow, powerful grinds through him, just toying with his guts, stirring her load around inside him. Something in her words seemed odd to him, but he was only barely cognizant of anything external to his body at the moment. He slouched slowly, hanging heavy from his bound wrists with a low sigh as her satisfaction spread in a wave of exhausted contentment through him. Finally, she dragged free, and he found a soft whimper catching in his throat. Surely, they had more for him? A thought glimmered through his mind. Mina had not, to his knowledge, gotten off even once yet... surely she'd be...

The world jerked to one side, his arm snapping around. Well, down. He was free of one of his cuffs-- then both. He fell with a bare whisper of a yelp, but the minotaur hauled him up, dragging him onto the bed. "Jus' about time, innit?" The minotaur drawled meaningfully, pulling him around as she settled back to one side, letting him lay out on his back on the bed.

"Hmm, I think so. Do you agree, dear?" Ginger spoke with just a hint of amusement to one side, and another voice gave a small sound of agreement. Ardanis blinked. Was there somebody else here?!

His blindfold dragged up, and he grunted, weakly drawing his paws up under the pretense of blocking the light to wipe the moisture from his eyes. Turning to rubbing at his wrists, he blinked slowly at the room. To one side, Mina towered over him, even lying down on her side propped on one elbow. Her breasts looked even larger than he'd imagined, and several small rivulets of his seed were working down the one mountain to stain the bed. At the foot of the bed, Ginger stood smiling mischievously, arms folded under her breasts, her rod still half-hard and glistening with a thin sheen of seed. "We might have laid a little bit of a trap for you, dear. Truth is, we've had a bit more of a crowd here than we may have mentioned..." She glanced to the side of the bed opposite Mina.

Turning his head a bit weakly, for exhaustion and apprehension both, he blinked against the lamp set in that corner of the room. Another horned form rose from a chair, and a glowing smile slowly resolved into the face of his girlfriend, that face he hadn't seen for days, that face that had always been foremost in his thoughts for more than a year... She was smiling, and crying a little as she drew closer. "Hey, baby..." She greeted him a bit tremulously, drawing close. "Surprise." She giggled, but nervously.

He blinked slowly, managing a soft, incredulous smile of his own. "Naira... what the hell is going on?"

She sighed heavily, drawing close to pull him tenderly into a hug. "Oh, honey... don't hate me, but... I met Mina earlier today." She straightened as he belatedly drew a single arm around her, and she glanced into his eyes for only a moment before looking away. "And well... you and I were... you know. Taking a break... And we... had a little fun. But I was worried about you. So, I talked with them about it, and... Ginger went ahead and went out to find you herself." She smiled a bit sheepishly. "I might have mentioned that time I used that toy on you... they were pretty interested after that." Ardanis found his cheeks heating rapidly as his mouth worked a little. "I just-- I wanted to make sure you had some fun too, you know? If she found you were with somebody else, then that'd be fine... I just..."

"...Didn't want to be the only one cheating." Ardanis finished for her. Her cheeks flared with color as she straightened indignantly, trying to find something to say, but he pulled her firmly into a hug. "Hush, Naira. I-- I love you, alright?" She was stiff still against him, grabbing at his shoulder. "It wasn't very fair of you to go and arrange something like this behind my back. But... I guess it was kind of sweet, too. In a really weird way." He chuckled softly, and she softened, just a little. "I... I dunno if I could have gone through with it -with another woman-- if Ginger hadn't come along and pulled me into it. I probably would've just gone home eventually, and given up on it, and waited until you'd take me back. And... yeah, if it had come to that, it probably would've been pretty awkward, if you were the only one that..." He glanced over at the minotaur, who at least had the decency not to smirk, though his eyes caught a glimpse of that impossibly massive bullcock slouching across her belly, still mostly hard. Jesus, that thing was huge...! He suppressed a shudder, and cleared his throat. Well, er, Naira hadn't been the only one to... "Y-yeah... in a way, I guess it did work out better this way. I... I'm glad you had the chance to... you know... have some real fun for once."

She looked up at him, teary eyed, smiling, but her brow furrowed. "For once?"

He swallowed. "Yeah... you know..." He glanced at that lazing creature sprawled across the minotaur's belly. "Get some real satisfaction..."

She straightened slowly, something dark in her eyes. "You've always been plenty enough to satisfy me, Ardanis. That's never been a problem, and you know it."

The feline smiled a bit sardonically. "Maybe, but you can't seriously tell me that SHE," he nodded at the bullgirl, "wasn't at least a more... intense experience."

The cowgirl blinked, and colored a little, shrinking against him.

He chuckled softly. "No sense denying it. It's been a pretty... eye-opening night all around." He cleared his throat, and he thought he might have caught a bit of a giggle from Ginger. "But, so, I guess... what now?"

Naira looked up, and smiled a bit shyly after a moment. "Well... I had an idea or two, but it's up to you... It was my stupid stunt to begin with, I've already done enough damage."

"Hah!" He grinned a bit wryly and kissed her forehead. "You can apologize to my butt later. But... tell me your ideas. I'm still a little out of it." The thought still haunted the back of his mind... that they each had places they'd fit better...

"Well... I figured... these two have a pretty open relationship. You hear about a lot of folks it doesn't work for, but these two have really done it." Naira glanced to the others, still watching quietly, smiling softly now. "So I was thinking we could try... you know... opening up to them. You can fool around all you want with them, and so can I. It's not cheating if we're both okay with it, and we know who's involved, right?"

Ginger murmured with a sly smile, "I know a few others that might be interested in getting to know you two, as well. Plenty of friendly folks in this town..."

Naira blushed suddenly. "M-maybe later on that... but for now..." She smiled up at Ardanis. "Basically, we'd just have another couple for friends. Really close friends..."

The feline glanced around, first up at Ginger, then back at Mina. Well... hell. He wasn't too happy about being run around like that, but you couldn't very well put an easier question to a man than 'honey, do you mind if we start having sex with a couple other beautiful women all the time?' The part where these two happened to have some extra equipment that he... found himself very interested in... was only frosting on a ridiculously delicious cake. How the hell could he say no?

He turned back to his girlfriend, and his wide, goofy smile was all the answer she needed. They fell together in a tight embrace, and it was about at this point that he realized why the smell of this room had seemed to grow so familiar. Her legs were slipping around him, and her skirt was riding up, sodden. He blinked, and chuckled as she started to grind against him. It seemed he wasn't the only one that had enjoyed his... encounter with their two new friends.

Her eyes glimmered on the edge of his vision as she pushed against him, a giggle rising in his ears as she found his aching hardness. The night wasn't over yet for this tomcat...