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Hard Pounding

- For Lyzerof

It was like they were in a world of their own.

Lyzerof stared forwards, focused, his gaze holding solid. The hybrid of Ninetales and Mightyena lay his ears flat against his head as he stared at what was before him. He was ready... oh, but he'd been ready for days now. It was more than that. It was - as seemed so common with him, especially here - lust.

Ceylon's shaft twitched before his muzzle. It gleamed, throbbed. Lyzerof watched as it waved before him, jerking from side to side. That damn Luxray seemed to be enjoying the torment....

And behind him, a gentle heat. It was more than just normal body heat - because he knew just who it was. The heat only a fire type could give off. Lyzerof squirmed, his own tails tucked down submissively as the Ninetales hovered somewhere past his rear, watching, waiting. He could already imagine that black shaft so similar to his own red one right now - engorged, glistening, hanging below him. Lyzerof whined again, his mind swimming with the prospect of what was about to come....

With how much the prospect held his focus... it was like they were in a world of their own.

They weren't.

The baying crowd of Dark Pulse - the nocturnal, underground rave pit of Café Plaisir - surrounded him. Their catcalls, whoops and shouts of encouragement were a maelstrom of noise around the centre of the dance floor. It mixed and swirled around, a white noise riding the crest of the waves of hard, pounding EDM that struck them from all directions. As he stood there, another spotlight slid over them, casting the scene in a vivid red before it slowly began to cycle through the colours of the rainbow. How apt...

At the back of his mind, Lyzerof was well aware of the sheer amount of eyes staring at him... and, he secretly hoped, the shafts that bulged at the sight. He stared straight forwards, his mind returning to the task at hand. Ceylon's shaft hadn't moved... the tease....

"Well, he seems pretty focused." Firenze said loudly over the noise, and Lyzerof felt his two large front legs stepping either side of him. He shuddered again.

"Well, it's a cock, so...." Lyzerof responded automatically. He didn't look away from the bouncing cyan flesh, even when he felt those two large, feline paws press down on his back.

"He's a slut, Firenze." Ceylon said, his voice even louder as he spoke right next to Lyzerof's ears. "All the same. Show them a cock, and they're instantly hypnotised. They'd do anything you want them to. You know what I mean, of course...."

"A bit more fruitful and intriguing than a few shocks for punishment, I certainly think."

"Punishment? Enticement, I should think...."

Lyzerof smiled wryly. His claws grasped at the thin dark felt of the floor, and he gave a whine as he tried to stretch his neck out closer to that cock.

"A rather entertaining order, regardless." Firenze said to Lyzerof. "I'm often not the performing type. Perhaps I'll find a calling in it."

Ceylon snorted. "Before long, it'll be 'volunteers from the audience' and being the back end of the pantomime horse, I swear..."

"Oh, god, will you just fuck me already...?" Lyze butted in, shouting over the both of them. There was a dark chuckle from the Luxray, and sudden, hot pre spurted over Lyzerof's muzzle. He whimpered, his eyes closing as the sudden, strong smell enveloped his thoughts...

"Goodness." Firenze taunted in reply. "Lyzerof, my dear vulpine, so very insistent. Can you not wait just a few more moments?"

Lyzerof snickered to himself. "Well, I can 'knot', actually, but tha-"

The rudeness of having his words cut off were rather offset by the method with which it was done. Ceylon's shaft was tapered like a typical feline's, the pointed end clustered with small barbs. Further down, though, the flesh bulged and grew far wider, making it effective in jamming Lyzerof's mouth wide open. Around them, the crowd gave whoops of delight.

His eyes became half-lidded. He ran his tongue along the underside. An automatic murr of delight rolled from his muzzle.

"No more jokes like that or I _will_use electricity." Ceylon said, the voice carrying down from above him as quick, electronic beats blasted from the speakers around them, and they were cast in a sudden sharp cyan light. Lyzerof responded with a murr of interest, grinning inwardly, beginning to rub his tongue along the bottom of Ceylon's shaft.

Ooooh... it tasted good. Smooth back here, with a slight ridge as one got closer to the sheath. And it tasted and smelled even better... the strong, musky scent in his nose as Ceylon pressed himself deep into Lyzerof's muzzle, stretching those jaws wide. He was a big Luxray for sure....

Firenze wasn't far behind. Lyzerof felt his paws move, tails against tails as the Ninetales shifted around. He whined, lifted his rear, giving it a shake... he needed it! Didn't Firenze know that? He needed the shaft....

Clearly he did know. Eventually, two front paws hooked around Lyzerof's waist, and a strong thrust drove those golden hips against his own. His rear stretched, causing him to gasp and grunt around Ceylon's shaft as he was finally penetrated. His eyes closed as the first moment of penetration flowed over him, making his paws shake and his hips ache. He whined again as that shaft drove deeper and deeper into him, until he felt that knot press against his hinds....

"Don't need to be gentle, old chap!" Ceylon shouted over the music and baying crowds, and Lyzerof felt the shaft drag back against his tongue - that's when he felt the barbs, like hundreds of tiny pinpricks, dragging over his flesh. He shuddered. The feeling was hardly unpleasant - in fact, it was quite interesting. He loved it, adored it. He let the shaft drag back through his maw, the tip delivering another few drops of salty, delicious pre onto his tongue. Above him, Ceylon continued. "He can take a - pounding!"

He thrust back in. Lyzerof gasped as the shaft was driven into his muzzle, stretching his jaws wide once more, driving that shaft right against his lips. His eyes began to water as he felt the tip pressed against the back of his maw. Ceylon's sheath teased his fur, and Lyzerof swallowed, breathing quickly. His heart beat in his chest - oh fuck, so deep already, so close to his throat...!

Firenze wasn't stopping either. As Ceylon began to fuck his muzzle, driving that tip right to the back of his mouth before dragging those barbs against his tongue, Firenze was leaning over him and driving that shaft even deeper. Lyzerof grunted, squirming, pressing back with his rear. That shaft was so hot, and the way the knot was firmly pressed against him at the apex of each nice, rough thrust... ooooh, he needed more, he needed all of it!

He pushed up against his partners, grunting and gasping, his moans stifled by the large feline member. Ceylon snickered. "Not even being rough and he's all over the place. I think he's trying to tell us something."

"Perhaps that he's wanting to be pinned further?" Firenze muttered, a smile teasing his voice. Lyzerof felt those paws press down on his back, claws on his fur as that weight increased. He whined, the sound suddenly cut off with another thrust that jolted him forwards. His front legs burned as he was pressed down against the floor, lifting his rear up even further - that damn, delightful Ninetales was getting rougher all the time...!

Still nothing compared to what Ceylon was doing. The EDM surrounding them swirled and rose. Ceylon stopped only to move those large paws to Lyzerof's head and neck, grasping him - and before he could react or even recover from the treatment, the Luxray thrust forward and buried every last inch of that shaft inside his muzzle as the beat finally dropped.

The heavy pounding of the music was accompanied by a cheer as Ceylon manhandled Lyzerof's head and maw. He dragged it forwards, shoving his cock deep into that muzzle, before pushing it back off only to repeat it a moment later. Short, sharp thrusts, with just a tingle of static along Lyzerof's ears.

Lyzerof whined, the sound lost to the crowd and music. His head was basically a fleshlight now... and oh god, the feeling of it....

The way the barbs dragged along the top of his throat, they way he jerked and leaned forwards automatically, the way that sheath smelled as his nose was driven right into it...!

And of course, Ceylon wasn't the only one. With each thrust driving him against the Luxray, Firenze was enjoying his rear with increasingly reckless abandon. Lyzerof yelped as the knot strained at his rear again with a particularly hard thrust, before dragging back only to slam into him once more. Claws dug into his midriff, and his back paws skittered on the floor as he threatened to be pulled right from it. Red light flashed above them, casting strobe lighting over the scene.

Firenze's knot didn't stop pounding against him. Lyzerof was whining again, even if the sound never carried to anyone. It didn't have to - it wasn't a voluntary sound. He just _needed_that knot....

And then it slammed into him. His rear stretched even further, and that familiar, incredible feeling washed over his body as his eyes went wide. He kicked a leg, trying to adjust to the sheer, size, and-

Firenze jolted his hips back, and Lyze felt the knot get yanked from him, most of the shaft sliding out with it. There was a split-second as the new feeling washed over him, sparks in front of his eyes matching the flickering lights, before - back in again, the knot forced past his ring and burying deep into him.

That damn Ninetales. He was knotfucking him.

Ceylon's laugh carried past the music once more. "God damn, he likes that!" He said, slamming his own hips against Lyzerof's muzzle once more. The Nineyena whimpered, realising how much he was pressing down on that blue flesh. "Gonna do it some more?"

"I do apologise." Firenze said, leaning down. Lyzerof felt warm breath on his back. "This isn't usually how I treat girls, but the situation does rather demand a show...."

Lyzerof nodded his head briskly, jolting around Ceylon's shaft. He felt a loud murr vibrate through him, even if the pounding beat drowned it out.

Firenze went straight back to his work, and Lyzerof whimpered and whined again as his rear was used by that enthusiastic, passionate Ninetales. He whimpered, his eyes wide, swallowing past the feline's shaft as with each thrust the knot was forced into him, was held there for the briefest of moments, before it was yanked back and jerked from inside him. His back legs were weak - he suddenly realised he would have collapsed long ago if it hadn't been for Firenze's paws around his waist, pulling his rear up. The vulpine had a strong, practiced pair of hips on him, it seemed.

The crowd was closer now, some clambering to better see the action. The music was undulating, beats felt right through the floor as the bass shot through the roof - though that could have been Lyzerof's mind becoming hypersensitive, reacting to every little sensation. Sensations like the feel of the rough carpet, the claws digging into his cheeks, the sudden pulsating of Ceylon's shaft - oh, fuck....

The Luxray jammed his hips forwards, hard enough for it to hurt as Lyzerof recoiled from the force of it. He felt the first load of cum shoot into his throat, his tongue pressing up against the throbbing shaft as it delivered that thick, intoxicating seed. Ceylon then yanked back, the barbs dragging along Lyzerof's tongue just as another jet shot into his maw. Lyzerof yelped in surprise, keeping his mouth open as the Luxray cocked a leg, showing off to the crowd as spurt after spurt of cum criss-crossed Lyzerof's muzzle.

Firenze wasn't as showy. The Ninetales drove his shaft into him one final time and kept it there, firm enough for Lyzerof to feel those balls jerking and shooting several loads of seed deep into him. Lyzerof could tell - that feeling had several tell-tale markings that _never_got old...

"Heh... he loves it, the old boy!" Ceylon said, and Lyzerof looked up at his wild grin. "Haven't seen him with a look like that since Ravage last let him off the leash!" He looked down, yellow eyes seeming to shine as he stared at Lyzerof in the now-constantly shifting spectrum of lights. "And you look a god damn mess, ya little slut. Your face is all wet."

Lyzerof felt every strand of cum. Some had fortuitously landed on his nose, and oh god, the smell....

At some point, he'd orgasmed. His mind must have been too preoccupied with what was happening at both ends to realise it, but cum dripped over his belly. He whined breathlessly, the baying crowd closer.

"Hah, c'mon, Firenze." Ceylon called eventually. "I think we need to get him out of here. This lot's getting rowdy, y'know?"

"No...." Lyzerof said, panting out the word, and lifting his head. Past the Luxray, he saw all sorts. Mightyenas, a Houndoom, a Manectric, another Luxray... a few of them were familiar, others not so much. At this point, he didn't care.

"Let them come." He said, and grinned ecstatically.