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--1

Prisma realized with a cheap little test that morning that she was going back into estrus. For a panda girl whose boyfriend, Sled, was a stallion, there was no risk of unwanted cubs so she typically spent most of her time in heat on her back for one reason or another. When her boyfriend's stamina wore thin she did the job herself with a vibrator or two while he took a breather.

But like any sexually voracious girl, Prisma had a nasty little secret away from Sled, and that secret was another stallion by the name of Seth, a cocky bastard and oil to Sled's fire. Seth was well aware of how much Prisma hated it when he and Sled crossed paths. As a result of her doing anything necessary to keep the peace, he often fucked her brains out. The fact that she was in heat was unknown to Seth right up until the moment when he saw her at the club. It only took him a quick sniff to realize how hot and ready she was.

The first thing out of Seth's mouth was, "I bet you're soaking through your panties right now."

Prisma huffed and shuddered. "Sled and I spent the whole morning going at it," she admitted. "You're lucky he got called in for work, I doubt he would've let me out of his sight what with the way I smell."

Seth was a built zebra with inverted colors. His solidly black snout made his gleaming, white teeth appear in brilliant contrast when he grinned, such as just then at Prisma. "Who knows, maybe he bullshitted you and you'll see him here trying to pick someone up," he shrugged.

The panda had more or less learned to tune out Seth's remarks. She was loathe to admit that his callousness was part of the appeal on top of the fact that he was a very studly horse. "I'm here, at least," she shrugged. Though she knew what Seth's answer would be, she asked, "What did you want?"

Seth surprised Prisma when he said, "To just sit, have a drink and enjoy some music." As he took a seat with the panda at the bar he added, "We can slip into the bathroom for a quick one later."

But of course, Prisma dryly thought. Spending time with Seth was revolting in the good-girl way which saw her longing to be loyal to Sled, but physically and even without the catalyst of her heat, she could jump his bones any time and enjoy it.

"What's it gonna be?" Seth asked with a wink and a grin.

"Something stiff," Prisma huffed.

"Eager, eager. I mean a drink," the zebra sneered while he cupped a heavy hand around Prisma's thick hip.

--2

An air of exalted rock royalty typically hung around Kahnso but that night was a tamer, calmer time. Well-paid security in plain clothes but bearing conspicuous muscles lingered around the booth he occupied and he sipped a drink with what looked to be contemplation. For a singer with money and a fine mansion, he realized that he found himself in the shitty bars and clubs quite a bit, for those were the best places for fast times and hard fucks. Unlike the more posh clubs he was actually invited to and honored at, shitholes offered drugs, easy women and an all-around more confrontational atmosphere.

Over the paint-thinner stench of the liquor he nursed, Kahnso found something special and unique with his keen nose. Abused though it was with cocaine, it picked something out of the ambiance of sweat and body odor. It was musk, but of no ordinary kind. To smell it from across the club meant it was something spectacular and he was undoubtedly one of many to smell it. Kahnso, however, had the boldness to get what he wanted and the money or muscle to enforce his will if that happened to fail. Many nights for him had passed with an unwilling girl below him slowly coming around to appreciate him. One of his core needs was soon to be met. He stood up from the booth and took a walk in the club. Sniffing like a dog and prowling like a leopard, he followed his nose past false leads and the path the owner of the scent had taken. Finally he came to the trail's end.

When Kahnso loomed over her, Prisma shrunk against the bar stool and forged an unconvincing smile. Kahnso was tall and muscular; he sported long black hair and he was barely dressed. In fact, she could hardly believe that he was wearing a loincloth and little else besides bangles and bands. Being unfamiliar with his music and persona, she wondered if he was a stripper with a leatherfag novelty act.

Seth looked up at Kahnso and the two shared a respectful nod. The zebra's face was even when he absently smoothed back his red hair. "I've seen you before," he said. "You're that singer, right?"

"Maybe I'm a really good impostor," Kahnso replied with a cheeky smirk. Again he turned his red eyes on Prisma but he backpedaled a step and leaned down to ineffectively appear less threatening when he appraised her. A subtle sniff test assured him that she was indeed the owner of the potent pheromones he caught in the air. With her chubby panda curves, breasts swollen by heat to overstuff her red halter and her short, black, rainbow-accented hair, Kahnso could see himself fucking her. He could see himself fucking anybody, actually.

It occurred to Kahnso that to say he had smelled Prisma from across the club might come across as rude, and so he winked and crooned, "You're looking good, babe. You always wear your tops a size too small?"

Seth grinned as Prisma awkwardly laughed. "I--, usually they fit," she tried to explain. "My tops are all a little tight because, um..."

"Because she wants to make babies with everything that moves," Seth clarified with a smirk at Prisma rather than Kahnso. He blew a kiss at the panda's glaring face.

Kahnso chuckled lewdly and reached down with a large, warm paw. The panda expected him to grope her plush tits what with all the attention he paid them but he instead cupped her chin and stroked it with his strong fingers. "Wanna make babies with me, sweetheart? Multi-platinum albums, think about it," he cooed.

Prisma wasn't confident enough to tell the fox no with her pussy aching. Not with his muscles rippling and his strong paw so casually grasping her chin. Desperately she thought of her loyalty Sled, and of a lesser degree about her loyalty to Seth. "I'm really flattered," she lamely giggled as she nudged his paw away, "but I've got a boyfriend at home."

The panda realized her folly just as that same dull recognition flickered across Kahnso's face. Seth's grin was beaming. "Then who's your friend here? Cousin?" he smirked and popped up an eyebrow.

"Oh, shit," groaned Prisma from behind her paws. "It's complicated, it's really complicated."

Kahnso laughed. "Sounds like it, girl. Don't want any of this, then?"

Again Prisma looked Kahnso over and her eyes fell on the lump beneath his loincloth. Tempting, tempting. "I really can't," she sighed, "but I'd be such a shitty liar if I said I didn't want to."

"You would be, yeah," Kahnso murmured. "Tell you what... I'll settle for squeezing those fat tits."

"Go for it," Seth said, and Kahnso took the zebra's permission at face value without a second thought. Both of his heavy mitts took hold of Prisma's plump breasts to eclipse even such swollen mounds. He squeezed them and coaxed the nipples to stiffen and Prisma, for all her would-be chastity, pressed her breasts out into Kahnso's paws and shuddered heavily. It was testament to the lewd nature of the club that nobody batted an eye at such a public display.

"Fuck, I'm so tender like this," Prisma whined as Kahnso withdrew his grabby paws. "Ah, hey, you're sure you don't wanna squeeze some more...?"

Kahnso and Seth smirked at each other. "Why don't you just fucking give it up for the man?" Seth said with a soft elbow in her side. "Clearly you're after some dick."

"I'm not after his dick," Prisma urgently hissed. She glanced up at Kahnso with a smile both coy and apologetic. "Sorry, no offense." Kahnso grunted.

"Right, you just want any dick you can get your paws on. Start with his," Seth ordered with a malevolent grin.

What had been no more than a lewd fantasy was becoming too real for Prisma but she had a strong urge to placate Seth. She looked up at Kahnso's leering, lewd face and smiled passably. "If you say so, Seth..."

"Is this a BDSM thing?" Kahnso asked, looking from Prisma to Seth and back again. "Master and pet stuff is pretty hot."

"Nah, none of that kinky shit," Seth waved off. "I fuck her behind her boyfriend's back and she keeps secrets because she loves it. Don't you, babe?"

"Shut up," Prisma grunted. Her blush was clear to see even through her fur.

"I agree, we're all talking too much," Seth sniggered as he hopped off the bar stool Prisma joined him reluctantly. "Go with him, Prisma. Be good and Sled doesn't have to know a thing, does he?"

Prisma sighed and walked with Kahnso whom had no moral issues with coerced pussy.

--3

Kahnso led his prize into the restroom but when the panda expected to be led into a stall for some token privacy, Kahnso instead pinned her near the exit and forced a kiss upon her. Off the line she realized what an exhibitionist streak he had, but when she thought about it, what else could she possibly expect from a giant blue fox with fangs and a loincloth?

A whimper from Prisma seeped into the kiss. Kahnso's tongue was like an oversized slab of meat in her short snout and it overpowered tongue and slathered her palate and teeth with saliva. She braced her paws on his chest seemingly as if to stroke and worship but rather she made some feeble effort to push him away. For as large and domineering as the fox was, she had no hope of resisting and she was certain that he didn't even notice her struggle. Neither was Prisma herself sure of it with her pussy throbbing and her body otherwise begging for the tall, handsome stranger's seed.

The rockstar grappled with Prisma's halter as Seth moseyed in with his typical smirk. He put his back against the wall near the hand dryers and he watched with folded arms and a languid sway of his tail as Kahnso yanked down Prisma's top to bare her plush tits. Their black nipples were swollen in arousal supplemented by estrus; and had she been in the midst of another bear or the cry of a cub she might have even had milk to offer. Certainly Kahnso tried to work some out with his squeezes on those thick mounds but Prisma was dry.

The moment the fox broke off the kiss and moved his snout south to gnaw and nip her neck, Prisma released a croon which was not entirely pleasurable. In it was desperation, a forlorn moan at her betrayal by her own body and Seth's willingness to have another man do his dirty work. But Kahnso was an incredible hunk and even beyond her biological craving for his cock, she wished circumstances permitted her to more openly lust after the singer.

Soon Kahnso's lips found a nipple and there he began to suckle and tease as he flicked the nub with his tongue and fruitlessly sucked its flesh. His fangs well flanked it and stayed out of the way but his front teeth insistently pinched and tugged to which Prisma yowled and returned the favor in some way by yanking Kahnso's prettyboy hair. The effect was the opposite of her intent, for rather than wince and relent, he snarled lewdly and tugged all the more harshly.

"Fuck, ow, owww," Prisma whined, "not so rough on the nipples!"

Seth reached down and humored his erection with a soft rub. "I gotta agree with her, those nipples have to be tender. I say you go for the pussy instead."

Kahnso seemed to not listen at first when he continued to suckle and gnaw. A moment later he pulled off but he stayed near the tit and dragged his tongue from the bottom of the supple curve to her shoulder. Prisma shuddered in pure pleasure at that. "Oh, I fucking hate you both," Prisma groaned, "but you especially, Seth."

"That's why you keep showing up when I call you, right?" the zebra sneered.

Prisma had no answer and she didn't even look at Seth. Instead she turned away from both he and Kahnso as the rockstar worked at her denim short-shorts. She studied the busted and almost completely absent mirror over the counter.

The fox knelt and took Prisma's shorts down with him. Obscuring the panda's pussy were lacy green panties, the material soaked exactly as one would have expected it to be. A grin covered Kahnso's face which practically split his muzzle in two when he buried his thick nose in the crook of her thighs. Though Prisma squeaked and pressed more flush to the wall to perhaps escape the rockstar, she kept her paws off of him and clawed at the wall instead.

Exhibiting no intent to be denied, Kahnso first breathed deeply of Prisma's scent and then he gnawed upon her supple box through the thin fabric of her panties while his long, fluffy tail swayed in demonstration of the tod's lust. Those heavy paws of his stroked and squeezed her hips while he bit and suckled her cunt through her panties. All Prisma could do with her tits out, her shorts around her ankles and her pussy in a stranger's fanged maw was huff and try to enjoy the unavoidable pleasure.

Some young and buzzed-looking skunk with piercings abounding entered the restroom. He nodded at Seth politely and unwittingly strolled past the lewd act right by the door as he took to a stall. Prisma listened and peered at the stalls with a mortified expression while the skunk pissed. On his way back he made no effort to wash his paws but he did stop dead in his tracks to stare.

"Out, get the fuck out," Seth barked, "this isn't a peepshow! Out!" He nudged the skunk all the way out and coolly retook his place. "Fucking voyeurs," he sneered.

"Mmh, yeah," Prisma muttered with a great sense of irony, "what a sicko."

Kahnso chomped down on Prisma's panties and thus spurred the panda into a yelp. He yanked them down around her thighs and bared the quivering folds of her pussy and the damp white fur which dressed them down. Peeking from between those ivory pussylips was supple, pink flesh which emanated which musk and demanded that Kahnso provide his undivided attention. The fox was nothing if not a gentleman as he crushed his lips against the panda's pussyflesh to slobber and suckle, all while he savored the delicacy of her flavor.

"Aah, gawd," Prisma winced and huffed through her teeth. Her back was then arched against the wall and her tail, uncharacteristically long and plush for a panda, wriggled down between her legs with a distinctly timid quiver. At last she threaded her fingers through his hair while he hungrily munched and suckled but her grip was not necessarily a gentle one. Pleasure notwithstanding, her indignity ran high and while she wouldn't dare defy Seth, she did see fit to take her problems out on the rockstar. Prisma didn't care how rich or famous he allegedly was.

Seth sighed softly while he admired the show. By then he was rubbing his erection quite openly though he left it in his slim black jeans. His arousal was for Prisma to deal with after Kahnso, after all. "I bet that pussy tastes fucking amazing," he snickered. "Not that I ever bother much with eating it. It's nicer to just fuck the shit out of it."

Kahnso pulled back with a soaked chin and a lewd, drunk-looking sneer. He held onto Prisma's thighs to dissuade her from writhing away. "Yeah? What do you think, babe?"

"You don't want to know what I think," Prisma growled.

Both Kahnso and Seth had a dark laugh at that one. The fox stood up and sloppily wiped his chin on the back of his arm. Just like that he grabbed Prisma, dragged her a short ways to the counter top and lifted her up to sit upon it. As her legs dangled over the edge and her shorts and panties hung slack on an ankle, Prisma felt that she was more exposed than ever. She wasn't far off in that thought.

"Your fuckbuddy here is a stallion, so I figure you're a size queen," Kahnso said in a low and conspiring tone when he worked the clasp on his hip. Prisma realized that the loincloth was being held up by a shocking bulge, the form of which was revealed when he dropped the leather garment. It flopped to the tile and bared to the dim lights of the restroom a stunning red rocket if Prisma had ever seen one. As if the length and girth weren't enough to make Prisma both wince and salivate, the knot at its base was colossal. It was an alluring and intimidating piece of meat.

"You're way too big!" Prisma bleated. "That knot's gonna kill me!"

"You know what else'll kill you?" Seth chimed in before Kahnso could offer a witty comeback. "Sled, if he finds out you've been out with me."

"Ugh," Prisma huffed. She tried to scoot back to make her pussy less apparent to Kahnso but the fox clucked his tongue and pulled her closer by her hips. Prisma growled and grabbed his forearms.

With Prisma's musky pussy heavy on his breath, Kahnso kissed Prisma's cheek and then nosed into a rounded ear. "Come on, baby," he crooned, "how many girls get to say they fucked a rockstar?" Whether he was punctuating his status or trying to slip in while she was distracted, Kahnso nudged his pointed tip to her pussy with clear intent to enter.

At such lewd and threatening contact, the panda whined and braced her paws on his shoulders. "Stop, please..."

"Come on, girl," Kahnso said with a low yet urgent rumble. He ground against her snatch and she quivered at the sensation. Rather than continue to speak against it, Prisma said nothing and let the fox interpret it as he saw fit. Of course Kahnso took her silence positively which he proved when he ground forward and spread her open around his plump canine cock. Inch after inch of his wet, red meat wedged open those pink walls to bring much mutual pleasure to the fox and panda. Though Prisma whined in violation, she shuddered in undeniable pleasure.

Though a monster in stature and demeanor, Kahnso was aware enough of his size to avoid fucking Prisma senseless off the line. Instead he eased his cock in with gentle grinds. When he bottomed out in her snug walls yet still had plenty of cockflesh to go, he pulled back and then ground back in. This timid entry belied what Prisma expected to be a killer fucking but when the rockstar actually got her accustomed to his size, she realized she had been looking forward to rough sex in the most awful and slutty way.

"God," Prisma growled, at what exactly Kahnso didn't know or care. Neither did the fox make the blasphemous association at hand; although that much could be fun with the right kind of girl. That he was coercing and just very mildly raping the panda was less worrisome than looking stupid with a lame joke.

Soon Prisma felt Kahnso's knot bumping her pussy lips as the rest of that pointed meat ground most lewdly against her cervix. There was no doubt in her mind that when Kahnso finally did pop that knot in, if he did, she was in for more pain than pleasure but as much as said knot terrified her, she outwardly showed no more worry than usual. Just once she peered around Kahnso and glared at Seth whom only smiled impishly and continued to tweak his clothed cock.

A rumble of lewd intent welled up in the sabertoothed brute's chest when he began to really have his way with Prisma. Firm, quick humps sank his cock minus knot every few seconds and Prisma's swollen, heated pussy took the abuse and begged for more. The pleasure was enough that even the opposed and grumpy panda bear softly moaned and whined to the tune of the fuck but her paws raked on Kahnso's chest and gripped his wrists when the chance was presented. There was fear in her eyes mixed with malice, but her body itself exuded so many signs of sweet pleasure. Most obvious to Kahnso was the way the girl's hot snatch drooled around his shaft to leave it covered in slippery juices which blended with his pre and kept the fucking smooth like velvet. Less smooth was Kahnso's meaty paw as it clamped around a plush, tender tit. Prisma yelped, but so did she yank Kahnso's hair.

"Asshole," Prisma whined. After the fact she worried Kahnso might get violent, and in that case Seth would intervene, but instead the fox grinned and shoved his knot against her cunt. Prisma was nowhere near ready for it and her pussy wouldn't even begin to permit that bulk but the pleasure was there and so was the lewd pain of having such a cock stabbed into her tender innards. Her yelp was sharp but the moan which tailed it betrayed just how much she loved a rough, rude fucking.

Kahnso's sneer was malevolent just as the glint in his eyes told Prisma what a nasty fellow he really was. As if he weren't overbearing enough he pressed her against the busted, scuzzy mirror and truly laid into her with his bucks, his cock by then stabbing so harshly against her womb that she was whimpered in his grasp. Beneath his greedy mitt, her breast throbbed and ached and she loved that nasty grip. That rough sex was exactly the reason she tolerated Seth's bullshit so much; although Sled was a loving and wonderful man, he was too nice. Seth used her and made her feel like a slut, and by permitting Kahnso to have her, the zebra topped even his own lofty standards of debauchery. "Fuck," Prisma panted when she realized just what a magnificent bastard Seth was. For good measure she yanked on Kahnso's hair. He yowled and hissed through his teeth and then, with those strong fingers, he pinched her pert, black nipple and rolled it like a dial. Prisma arched, clenched her pussy and gasped.

"You must really fucking want it rough, sugar," Kahnso reservedly snarled. As he worked on Prisma's aching cunt with ramping intensity his tail lashed angrily enough to audibly cut the air but this sound was as nothing against the consistent suckle of Kahnso's cock reaming Prisma's pussy. There was no love, no consideration and no finesse in the way he rammed it into her over and over without a care. She was a hole to fuck, a pair of tits to squeeze, and that kind of objectification was just fine for the panda who didn't want the full affair experience, just the good part.

As her pleasure rose, Prisma's inhibitions dropped. There was no point to keeping up the frigid bitch act, not when Kahnso's fat knot was barreling down on her pussy and beating against it like a battering ram. She was going to be forced to take it as simply as that. All the same, it hurt, and though it was a good kind of pain, she saw the need to reciprocate so she pulled Kahnso down with fistfuls of his hair. It was thrilling when he faltered in his rhythm and grunted through his teeth.

"Ugh, fuck, take it easy on the hair," Kahnso bleated. Perhaps as a peace offering he let go of the panda's lovingly abused tit to plant both mitts on the scummy counter but Prisma held him tight by his prettyboy locks as if she'd found his handlebars.

"Fuck your hair," Prisma panted in his face. She nipped his cheek, licked one of those huge fangs and finally kissed his lips. "Just get that knot in me..."

"And she's a changed woman just like that," Seth sneered. Idle tweaking had become full-on groping through his pants.

Neither Kahnso or Prisma paid the zebra much mind. They were focused on each other as if to the death and the rockstar's bucking was more ruthless than the panda could have ever hoped for. Each and every thrust pounded his bulbous knot against her quivering cunt with authority while her sweet inner walls writhed around the shaft proper and invited him to finally climax and give up the potent, yet incompatible seed she craved.

Prisma's lust was palpable when she pulled down on Kahnso's hair all the more savagely. Strands of his dark locks ripped out and tangled around her fingers and she saw an involuntary tear run down Kahnso's cheek. It was like whipping a horse; for sure it caused the dumb animal pain but he worked so much faster and harder to do what he was made for. "Nngh, shit," Prisma despondently crooned, "I'm gonna squirt so fucking hard..."

"Let go," Kahnso winced, "of my fucking hair!" But Prisma didn't let go. She didn't even realize he was bitching about it again because she was cumming harder than she could comprehend. Estrus always brought out the most absurdly powerful climaxes but Kahnso's big, canine cock had reamed her raw and it continued to do so even as she wildly spasmed and clenched around it. Testament to Kahnso's terrible strength and dumb resolve was the way he defied her orgasming pussy, unintentionally intensifying and prolonging her epic release even as that slippery honey coated his cock, smeared his knot and soaked his sheath and balls.

In her release, Prisma squealed and curled her toes and her grip on Kahnso's hair was devastatingly painful. It was thus out of spite and not pleasure that Kahnso, grimacing wickedly, pushed his knot against the panda bear's cunt with all of the pissed-off hatefucking strength he had in his huge body. It made Prisma squeal and holler to feel that knot spreading her open and for a rare moment, Seth's smirk vanished in favor of an awed, straight expression at Prisma's orgasmic braying. Kahnso really was a beast.

Kahnso triumphantly penetrated Prisma's needful pussy, thus tying the knot he, Prisma and Seth had all been waiting for. It hurt so much for Prisma and it oddly wasn't completely pleasant for Kahnso but the rockstar quickly got over the pain of such a tight fit to revel in the sweetness that was Prisma's clenching snatch. He could feel how taut those vaginal walls were stretched around his knot and the grin which spread across his face came in spite of the panda's worsened yanking on his hair.

"Fuck, fu-u-uck!" Kahnso grunted when he finally came. One rope of hot, salty fox cum led to another and another; by the time Prisma realized he was even cumming she was overstuffed with his virile rocker load and the runoff squeezed around his fat knot to soak into the panda's thighs and Kahnso's pressed-flush balls. Over top of Prisma, Kahnso bit her neck and gruffly panted into the intimate furred flesh there.

Much to Kahnso's relief, Prisma let go of his hair and he started to blink away the tears. She sighed long and hard, like a tire deflating. "Holy fucking shit," she droned. "How am I gonna explain how loose I am now?"

"Who cares? How am I supposed fuck you at all now that this guy's reamed you?" Seth chuckled. Kahnso laughed with him.

"It's a paradox with me," the fox sneered, leering into Prisma's eyes. "Nobody wants to go after me, but nobody gets to go before me..."

"Yeah, yeah," Seth chuckled. "Hey, turn her around. I think I know what I can fuck that's plenty tight."

As Kahnso pulled the panda up, turned around and parked his own ass on the counter, Prisma blushed at the notion. Kahnso in her cunt was bad enough. A stallion in her ass was pushing it, yet that was Seth's whole appeal. She didn't have a choice. She was just supposed to take it and hopefully enjoy it. Well, Prisma hugged around Kahnso's middle and embraced the pompous ass whom had just ruined her pussy for the next week. "All right," she sighed. "Go for it, Seth..."