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Hanging out at a club just wasn't as simple as it used to be, some ten or twenty odd years ago.

The paradigm of the world and the club scene had shifted. The days of doing cocaine off of toilet seats and the stomachs of promiscuous women had come and gone, followed by a generation of grunge rockers who scarcely had the money for cheap beer, and after that, an extended stop was made by techno music and the widespread use of ecstasy.

Around all of that, however, society had changed, as well, and little by little, walls and barriers were coming down, and allowing people to be either whoever they wanted to be, or whoever they felt they truly were.

One such pair spent their lives at the club, and their existence was a testament to the way that the world had changed to become more accepting, and thus, become a better place. Moving around a glowing dance floor in a pair of thin, pleated skirts that swished back and forth with the sway of hips and tight, breast-hugging tank tops that threatened to let more than a preview free were the preferred attire for Lizzy and Skye, and no matter how many men they tricked, they were never any less popular than they were the first time they hit the scent: a pair of instant classics.

"Think you've found our target for the evening?" Lizzy asked, giggled as she bumped her hips up against the bright, playful rainbow that was Skye. "I'm starting to get a little too antsy to wait much longer."

Eyes of a muted gray were scanning the entire night club, looking for a male who wasn't aware of the secret that the two "ladies" were keeping from everyone. Having such natural beauty, from Lizzy's strikingly red hair and gorgeous, mysterious golden eyes, and Skye's thin, intricate fins, it was rare that the pair were able to find a male who they hadn't convinced to come to bed with them yet, even when they bounced from club to club around their town.

That evening, at The Gryphon's Den, they might finally have their man, after weeks and weeks of empty searching.

"See that big, tasty hunk of meat sitting in the corner?" Skye asked, flicking a few of the long, aquamarine locks of hair from her shoulder as she turned her backside into Lizzy, letting her tail lift to tease and tantalize her partner in crime. "He sure looks lonely, and I know I don't recognize him. Perhaps we could cheer him up a little bit?"

Wide wings blocked most of the male from view, but just under them, Skye had seen all that she needed to see to know that she was interested: thick muscles spread across his back like a mountain range dividing the soft, subtle valleys of a continent, and his shoulders, while hunched forward so that he could lean on the bar, were tall and proud, looking as though they really could carry the weight of the world if they needed to. She could only imagine what kind of rippling mass spread across the front of his body, and given the interesting choice of clothing that she'd seen upon him, a mere pair of short, tight shorts, she didn't have to leave too much to her imagination.

His name was Vraska, and if he were to have been honest, he wasn't looking for any kind of company that evening. He'd come to The Gryphon's Den because he'd heard about the cheap, tasty drinks, and for the moment, that was the only thing keeping him in the bar stool. He found the music to be far too loud, and nowhere near his range of tastes. He couldn't stand how many people were bumping into the thin, smooth membrane of his wings, and though he had an eye for detail, there wasn't anyone truly jumping out at him yet for an evening of fun.

That might have changed if he ever turned his head away from the bar, but he'd need a solid reason to do so, and fate just so had it that the reason was coming to him.

"Oooh...he's perfect!" Lizzy replied, giving her head a quick toss and moving the vibrant, red hair from in front of her eyes. "Bet we could scoop him right up and he'd be none the wiser..."

"Then what are we waiting for?" Skye asked, standing up straight in front of Lizzy and giggling as she felt a firm, solid swat upon her backside from the overly eager lizard. "If we don't get over to him soon, I get the feeling you're just gonna go after me, tonight."

"No reason I can't go for you when we're all done draining this lovely looking hunk of a man," Lizzy assured Skye before giving her a quick, flirtatious wink. Skye felt her dainty, tiny footpaws moving even faster as she could almost sense Lizzy getting ready to give her ass another good swat, and she moved so rapidly, she ended up doing the one thing she shouldn't have, after all...

...She bumped right into Vraska's wings.

"...Oh, for the love of..." he started to grumble, turning his head over his shoulder to gaze back at what felt like at least the fiftieth person to bump into him for absolutely no reason. "Do you people have any manners? ANY?"

Skye could smell the powerful vapors of booze on his breath, but even then, it didn't dissuade her from pursuing him. His eyes were nearly the same shade of peculiar green as the membrane between his wings, and they were filled with a striking, permeable rage that she simply couldn't pull herself away from. He'd be absolutely perfect to suit her needs, while Lizzy got what she wanted on the other end of things...it was just a matter of getting him away from the bar.

"You'll have to forgive my little friend, here," Lizzy replied first, stepping up alongside of Skye and wrapping an arm around her shoulder. "She's had one or two too many and she tripped over her own legs."

Vraska titled his head a little bit and raised a brow, not able to see any kind of a wobble in Skye's movements, or smell any kind of alcohol on her breath. "...Huh. Well, I guess that's okay, then. Just try to be more careful, would you? You almost spilled my drink all over my lap."

It would have been a little too easy for Skye to do exactly that and lean right into his crotch right after, tempting as the thought was. "I'm so sorry, big guy. I wouldn't dare to do it on purpose," Skye continued to play up her role, as if she were really inebriated. "After all, that'd be a waste of good booze...and I don't need any kind of an excuse to get into your lap, sweetheart."

To say that Vraska wasn't used to such affection might have been an understatement, and within seconds, Skye could see a warm, almost childish blush spreading across the bridge of his muzzle. "Th...that's very k-kind of you to say," Vraska muttered, barely able to muster the courage to find the words. He wasn't the type who had any reason to be shy, and there were few other men in the world as intimidating in appearance, and yet, he was a little bit of a softie at heart, when women came too near.

"I don't think you have any idea just how...kind I can really be," Skye suggested, offering just the slightest bit of a wink, her eye closing slowly enough that Vraska couldn't have possibly missed it. "I'd be more than happy to show you...after all, it's the least I can do to make up for disturbing you."

"The least you can do is apologize and go back to dancing," Vraska told her, letting out a very brief, very gruff chuckle. "I have to imagine that letting you into my lap would be the most that you can do."

Lizzy rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her breasts, barely able to manage the feat as her top threatened to push her cleavage up and out of the fabric. "You don't have to be so literal, stripes," she teased him, playing on the fact that soft stripes of forest green spread across the sky blue fur that covered the whole of his form. "I get that guys like you tend to be kinda dense, but my friend is coming onto you...pretty strongly, at that."

"Yes, I...I got that."

"And you were sitting over here, all by your poor lonesome," Skye cut back in, resting her elbows on the bar, and her chin in the palms of her paws. Her hair tossed and tussled just slightly as she tilted her head, gazing up at Vraska with a gaze that was every bit as cute and pathetic as a puppy, begging for treats from the table side. "Is it so bad that we just wanted to cheer you up for the evening in the best way that we know how?"

Vraska was having trouble believing that the moment unfolding around him was actually real. "And what, exactly, is it that you two are best at?"

"If you haven't figured that out," Lizzy butted in, "Then you really are every bit as dense as your muscles."

Thick, powerful and twitching just slightly with his bashful nerves, Vraska's muscles were hardly something to be joked about, but they were useless in the face of someone who didn't draw his ire. "I can take a hint, y'know. It just feels...fake, I guess."

"It isn't fake," the lizard replied, snickering just a little bit. "Believe it or not, there really are ladies like us who go out and find the best piece of meat that we can get our paws on...and at this bar, you're grade A, honey."

Even Vraska couldn't help chuckling at that thought. "So, I'm just a piece of meat to the two of you?"

"We're not into polygamy," Skye explained. "But we sure do love sharing a tasty looking male like yourself, especially when he's doing nothing to hide just how well hung he is."

Vraska hadn't even noticed that Skye snuck her paw along the outside of his thigh. Thin, smooth pawtips were snaking along his tightly covered flesh, getting closer and closer to the bulge that they hardly covered, until she felt his paw gripping around her wrist.

"Not here, okay?" he asked, his face ablaze with bashful warmth as he held Skye's wrist with a shaky, questionable grip. "We're at least getting a room if we're going to do this."

"Well, that's no fun," Lizzy joked, as she leaned over the massive male and rested her breasts against the titanic muscles of his upper back. "Someone like you deserves to be seen be a captive audience."

Wavering as they might be, Vraska tried to stay firm in his convictions, and this was one he just wouldn't budge on. "That's my offer. Take it or leave it, ladies."

Skye looked up at Lizzy from Vraska's lap, just as the latter set her chin on the shoulder of the beast. Skye's paw managed to get one playful squeeze around the girth of her target before he held her up again, but the proof was in the touch, and she got exactly what she wanted out of it.

"I think we'll take that deal every time, mister."

"My name's Vraska."

"We'll tell you ours when we get back to the room...don't need you shouting them across the bar, after all."

**

It didn't take long for Vraska to let himself be dragged from the bar. He didn't need anything more to drink, especially if the night was going to go the way he figured it would, and he wanted to be able to remember just where he was when he woke up the next morning.

He was a surprisingly cautious male, for the type who could often be found at the corner of a bar, drowning whatever sorrows he might be holding onto.

"You really are a shy guy...just taking a seat on the bed like that and glancing between your legs, instead of living up to our expectations?"

It was Skye who couldn't keep herself from leaning over Vraska, putting her paws on the tops of his thighs and glancing into his eyes with a twinkling curiosity in her muted, gray orbs. "I really would have thought you to be the strong and silent type; get you back to our room with a blush on your face, and then, we wouldn't be able to keep your paws off of us."

"You should have known he'd need a little more coaxing," Lizzy pointed out, as she crawled across the back of the bed and wrapped her arms around Vraska's torso. He jumped slightly at her sudden touch, but she refused to let him go, dragging her claws along the rippling flesh under his fur and delighting in just how solid it was. "I'm sure he's a big softie at heart, but that just means he'll need a little more encouragement...why don't you...encourage him up there while I get started back here!"

Vraska shivered nervously in Lizzy's grasp, his skin sensitive to a level that he'd never known before. His nerves were on fire for reasons he couldn't quite understand, and Skye could see it in his eyes just as easily as she could feel it in his shaking flesh. "That's a good idea...I know nothing calms a guy down better than a sweet, warm pair of lips around his cock."

It still felt too good to be true for Vraska, who could easily have stopped and pinned both of the 'females,' but he stayed put and waited, watching as Skye tugged firmly at the tight, gripping shorts around his thighs. His member sprung free easily and jumped forth, nearly smacking her in the cheek as it came forth. "L-listen, ladies...this...this really isn't all necessary..."

"It is for us," Lizzy reminded him. "This isn't all about you, you know...and...you might want to choose your words a bit more carefully."

"Wh-what could I have said wrong?" he asked, tilting his head back over his shoulder to look at Lizzy, who immediately stole his voice with a deep, sudden kiss. Vraska widened his eyes in shocked delight as he felt skillful, smooth lips tickling and feathering over his own. He couldn't have guessed that Lizzy was simply trying to keep his attention divided as Skye leaned forward and gripped the base of the thick, growing monster between his thighs.

"Aww...that isn't fair! I wanted to hear him moaning when I got started..." Skye pouted, making a half frown at Lizzy as the lizard completely ignored her. It didn't shake the determination of the brighter creature, however, as she squeezed tightly around the shaft of Vraska's cock and opened her muzzle wide, dropping her muzzle over the tip of it...as her own cock started to grow.

Vraska didn't have a chance to notice it, exactly according to Lizzy's plan. She fluttered the tip of her tongue against Vraska's tender lips, taking as deep of a taste as the trapped male would allow her to, all while Skye lowered her maw further and further onto his delicious flesh. It was growing thicker and fuller with each gentle bob of her head upon it, and Vraska could feel his lips faltering in the kiss, something Lizzy simply wouldn't allow.

Her own flesh was beginning to grow and throb between her legs as she knelt behind Vraska, gripping his shoulder tightly and pressing her lips fiercely into his own to keep him from glancing down and over at Skye's erection. It was tenting right up through her thong panties and pressing against her skirt, lifting it in such a way that Vraska would know what was going on the second that he laid eyes on it...but they were winced tightly closed as Skye swirled her tongue in gentle, slippery circles the tip of his length.

She's good...so damn good! Vraska mentally groaned, his thoughts torn between the way that Skye so skillful manipulated his cock to a full erection, and the way that Lizzy stroked her claws along his pectoral muscles, tickling each and every nerve ending with such skill that he wondered if Lizzy could somehow see right through his skin. The subtle, building pleasure that rose up through his form made his own member pulse in Syke's mouth, drawing a quiet, playful giggle from the small, lithe creature, ones that doubled back on his ecstasy as vibrations carried through his groin.

It was like something out of a dream, as he felt Lizzy pulling her top up and over her chest, so that her bare breasts could rest against his back...until he felt something poking him in the base of his spine.

...What the fuck?

The kiss was broken in an instant as Vraska threw his eyes open and glanced down. He could see the stains of precum on the front of Syke's skirt as her flesh continued to leak upon it, and with a quick glance over his shoulder, he saw the similar sight of a thick, green shaft prodding at his spine, despite being directly under a set of full, supple breasts. It seemed that the 'ladies' that had been so eager to bed him in the first place weren't ladies at all...and yet, his cock was still throbbing with anticipation, despite seeing that Skye was wielding one of an impressive size, herself.

"What's the matter...couldn't handle the intensity?" Lizzy asked, offering a sly wink as she realized that Vraska must have caught on to their ploy. Of course, there was no way that he couldn't feel the slow, trickling stain of precum spilling down over the path of his spine.

"I can handle that just fine," he shot back. "I just didn't realize that I was going to bed with a couple of dudes!"

Lizzy sighed heavily and rolled her eyes. "First of all, I'm a herm, thank you very much...and second, you weren't complaining one bit about the way Skye was basically swallowing your cock!"

Normally, Vraska would have been more argumentative, but the fact was that Lizzy had a point...and even knowing Skye's secret, she looked downright adorable, and still just a little sexy as she glanced up at him with wide, apologetic eyes. He could see that they were more of a gentle aquamarine color as she locked orbs with him, as if that would be enough to draw his mercy, in the moment.

"We're all hard and looking to have a little fun, Vraska...it'd be a waste to let all of these thick, tasty dicks go to waste, don't you think?" Lizzy proposed, as she guided the messy, dripping tip of her own length into the growing cleft of his rump. "Besides, you're the lucky one, in all of this! You get to sit in the middle and enjoy a little fun from both ends..."

It would have been easy for Vraska to try and protest. He'd gone to bed under a false premise, and he wouldn't even try to deny that the deception left him a little bit frustrated...but Skye was just too skillful to deny, and even as she pulled away from the impressive rod, spilling long, thin strands of her own saliva down upon her flat, thin chest, Vraska couldn't resist the idea of seeing where else his cock might struggle to fit inside of her.

"All right, Lizzy...but just what do you mean by 'in the middle?'"

Lizzy could only snicker and give Vraska a gentle shove in the back, knowing she couldn't move his massive body willingly. "Oh, I think you'll catch on really fast."

Vraska wasn't completely inexperienced in playing with his own backside, but taking someone else was an entirely different idea, especially when it was someone he'd just met...but again, the naughty pair kept his focus divided, as Skye smiled brightly at the tall, intimidating male and climbed up onto the bed. She desperately wanted to sit on his lap, but she knew that wouldn't quite work for their current arrangement...she'd have to compromise, as she crawled across the bed and slipped right out of her skirt. It peeled away easily, dripping with the excess precum that had spilled from her length, before it was kicked to the floor, and Skye lifted her exotic tail, the fins upon it wiggling with anticipation.

No matter how dense he might really be, Vraska couldn't miss that message. He smirked and quickly crawled across the bed, refusing to wait for Lizzy's explanation as he gripped Skye by the hips. "Ooooh... is the big, bad Vraska finally gonna pound my sweet little ass?" Skye taunted him, wishing that he would just move forward with his hips and drill that dripping, slicked length into her waiting tailhole.

It turned out that for Skye, wishes did come true, and she felt as though she might be crushed in the middle as Vraska gripped her tightly, ushered his hips forward and did his best to guide the full, wide tip of his cock in to her pucker. It winked and squeezed around the invading flesh as he moved forth, his hips tense and his stomach tight as inch after inch of his flesh slowly penetrated the tricky little beast.

The distraction worked perfectly, as Lizzy placed a pillow under her knees, lifting her up just high enough that she could grip the base of Vraska's tail and lean between his wings, resting her breasts upon his back and giving him a clue as to what was coming...but it didn't soften the blow one bit, as she pulled a small bottle of lube from her skirt and slipped out of it.

"If you really think you can handle it," Vraska growled down at Skye, watching with delight as her thin, narrow body somehow managed to take inch after inch of Vraska's plentiful cock...but before he could tease her again about how skillful she was at receiving, he took a lesson in humility, right in the backside.

"I think you're the one who needs to...g'damn... worry about t-that, buddy," Lizzy cautioned, as the tip of her full, pulsing length pressed against Vraska's waiting entrance, and even as she met resistance, she pressed on, groaning out with such a delight that they might be able to hear it at the night club that they were staying above. "F-fuck me! That's a tight little ass!"

As cute and innocent as Skye was acting before, she was well past the point of caring about maintaining that appeal. She was being impaled on a massive cock, resting under the thick, beautiful body of a male who most women would jump at the chance to sleep with, and her length was dripping plenty enough for her to work her own precum into her shaft, masturbating under the powerful male as Lizzy took him from behind. The lizard was just as happy with her position, loving the gentle, delightful friction of her nipples as they brushed against his lower back with each and every thrust of her hips, and his rump, toned and smooth as it was, provided her with a great view as she watched the tasty, green flesh of her manhood disappear inside of Vraska over and over again, until she could feel her sack beginning to tense up.

It was just the first climax of many for the group, but it was one that Vraska couldn't fight off, and if he was going to give in, Skye and Lizzy would join him...they just wouldn't let him rest when it was done.

"I k-know what that is...fuck...fill me up, big boy! Don't you h-hold out a single fucking drop!" Skye cheered back at Vraska, able to feel his cock throbbing inside of her with far more intensity. She could nearly pick out each and every vein internally as the flood began, and she squealed out so loud that the people in the next room over started pounding on the walls, all to no avail, as the noise was drowned out by the furious grunting of Vraska, who felt his sack contracting tightly around the massive orbs within, pushing all of his sweet, sticky seed up to the surface and pouring it into her poor, abused ass. " Damn! It's l-leaking out...it's getting everywhere! You've been building t-this up, j-just for me...nnnngh!"

The squeals of elation that passed through Skye's lips were just the start of what was to be a chorus of moans, as dripping, slippery cum spilled out of her ass and stained the bed in a thick puddle. Vraska panted with pleasure and exhaustion as he started to lean over Skye, using her for support...but her inner muscles clenched around him, and Lizzy continued to thrust, even as he felt that he might be expended.

He gulped for just a moment as the realization he came to was vocalized by the crafty lizard behind him.

"You looked like you were in pretty good shape, Vraska... that's why we picked you out from the crowd. We've got legendary endurance, and we're not nearly done with you yet...in fact, your night is just getting started."

Vraska felt a firm, clawed palm smack against his ass with a loud, painful SWAT as Lizzy established her dominance over him and buried the whole length of her cock inside of him, having quite a way to go before her own release.

"You're not going anywhere..."