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Nymlus happily bounced her way down one of the main merchant streets of Citrico, her petals swaying with her every step as she sucked in the noon-day air. It was her day off, and she'd already gotten her shopping done and a good meal in her belly. All in all, it was a pretty productive day, and it wasn't even halfway over with!

Now, the day was hers! She just didn't know what to do with it.

To answer her unspoken plea, a tangy, spicy scent filled her nostrils, immediately warming her to her core. It didn't make her hungry like most tasty smells would. Instead, it made her body nice and tingly! She followed her nose, eventually coming across a nice, freshly-constructed, cabin-like building with hot steam wafting from behind a thick, wooden fence beside it. The sign on the front told her all she needed to know.

Trapperfox Trick's Massage Parlor and Hot Springs

And beneath that, a smaller, more wordy sign.

"Grand Opening Week Discount on our Oil-Infusion Massage and Soak!"

Nymlus sat up on her scaly butt and stared at the sign. Grand opening? She thought, rattling her brain a bit. No wonder the spas were closed two weeks ago. They were adding a massage parlor to them!

Curiosity had her petals piqued, and she slipped into the swinging doors into the darkly lit, pleasant smelling wooden interior of the cabin. There were several doors off to the side, a few comfy chairs and couches to sit and wait your turn, and a smooth, polished counter in the back. The place seemed abandoned at first, completely quiet if not for the tinkling of wooden chimes right by the door that rattled as she passed.

Moments later, as if driven by the sound, a tall, bipedal fox-like creature with a thick, bulb-like tail came walking out of one of the rooms in the back, placing his hand on the counter. The patterns of color on his fur were a bit jagged, as were those on his pocketed loincloth, and his tail swayed and brushed a pair of stamen-like fronds across the clean, wooden ground.

"Welcome," said the supposed Trapperfox, a critter Nym wasn't that familiar with. "You're a new face in here, aren't you? First time?"

"Uh-huh!" She pipes up, a bright and friendly smile hooked onto her cheeks as she sat on her haunches and waved. "I was wondering what all the fuss was about with the springs, then I noticed the smell!" She brought her claws together, counting the steps off of her fingertips. "The smell led me to the sign, the sign led me to the door, and the door led me to you! I'm Nymlus."

The fox's brow arched a bit when she said her name, but the sly smile never left his lupine face. "Nymlus? Pleased to meet your acquaintance. My name is Trick. Sorry to tie up your spring the way I did, but I promise it was for a good cause. That smell, for instance..."

"Yeah," chirped the petal dragoness, her tail giving a happy thump on the ground. "That smell! It was awesome. What is it?"

"One of the many oils I use in my work. I'm fresh into town, but the owner of the springs and I came to an agreement to create the most satisfying sanctuary around. My associates and I give the most relaxing massages around, and then they go soak their bodies in the spring. It's really the best way to come down after a long week of work..."y

"That sounds great!" Nymlus said with a grin, though her smile faded and her flower drooped. She'd forgotten one key point in the exchange of goods and services. Reaching into the small pack she was carrying, she noticed a distinct lack of brix. She'd gotten so curious that she forgot she'd just spent what she brought with her on groceries, decent scale-care products and a parcel-bag that was much easier to wash stains out of. "...But I don't think I'll be able to do that. At least, not while the sale's going on." Her ears and petals perked back up quickly in a hopeful way. "Can you take a rain check, maybe?"

Trick chuckled, likely amused at how quickly her mood whipped. "I'll do you one better, Miss Nymlus," he offered, stroking his chin. "Your name's a familiar one. My partner speaks very highly of you and the bar you work at. Your hard work kept him happy enough to make negotiations fairly simple for me, so, just this once, how 'bout I give you a freebie? My way of saying thanks for all that you do."

Nym brightened right back up, clapping palms together once and nodding gratefully. "Just doin' my job! But I definitely accept tips!"

"Very good," replied the Trapperfox, extending his padded paw towards her. "All of my other workers are busy, so I'll be helping you myself. This is something I owe you, after all. Come. This way, Miss Nymlus."

She stood up on her hind legs to accept his soft-padded hand, with which he gently led her waddling steps into the dimly lit parlor room. It was a bit darker than the lobby, and the ceiling was cloudy with a thick fog of incense that wafted out of barely-seen windows along the roof. Though the lobby had appeared completely dead, this place was bustling with activity, with critters of all kinds carrying trays of bottles and brushes into stalls for their masseuse to work on the customer lying on the unseen beds. There were at least six stalls, and two open bathtubs with the curtains half-drawn over their steaming sides. There was also a pair of heavy wooden doors that swung open from time to time, sunlight shining through as it bounced off of the hot springs surface.

The wide-eyed petal dragon was taking in all the sights, so much so that she missed arriving in the stall Trick had brought her to. There was a set of stairs there to help her climb on top of the cushioned bench, but the strong fox was able to put his hands up under her forelegs and settle her onto the massage table himself. It didn't look as soft as it was, and Nym was pleasantly surprised, laying on her belly and spreading her limbs out in a long, warm stretch.

"Aaah, this is niiiiice," she mused, wiggling her fingers and toes as she took in the spiced air and closed her eyes. She could totally go to sleep right here.

"I'm glad you're already comfortable," said Trick, reminding her that she wasn't just here to take a nap. She opened her mouth to respond but was stopped by a sudden feeling of strong paws grabbing her by her shoulders and squeezing in.

"Eep!" Her body tensed up, a sudden shiver running up her spine and into the tip of her tail, making her body wriggle for a bit.

"Hah, apologies," offered the Trapperfox, whose grip on her softened for a moment before becoming a slow, deep push. "I suppose I should have warned you. We're gonna start up here, okay? You'd be surprised how many muscles you use to keep your head and neck elevated..."

She let out a shivery breath, wiggling her shoulders a bit and letting her tail lower right back down. Feeling paw pads and the bare hint of claws at her shoulders sparked a different kind of pleasant memory, but she quickly let those thoughts tumble back down into her memories. Best not to be considering that kind of stuff in public. Again. Her scales were already growing warm just from the thought...

...Wait. Not just from the thought...

There was something on his paws. A massage oil? Duh, of course it was. What else could it be? She saw all kinds of bottles around here!

"That oil feels reeeaaaaally warm," she cooed, unable to help her body from giving him another pleased wriggle as his soft pads pushed into her muscles, kneading her scaly body like an unruly piece of dough. It wasn't just the oil, though. Every muscle group he squeezed at relaxed as if he was putting them to sleep, one at a time.

"Thank you, Miss Nymlus," he responded, his voice warmer and quieter as his wide hands helpfully groped her tender back muscles. "I make it myself. It has plenty of uses..."

"Oooh?" Her petals perked, a tired, easy smile lifting up her dark blue cheeks. THAT gave her a few ideas, too. It certainly was slick enough... maybe she could ask for a bottle? For personal reasons?

She didn't really get much of a word out before his hands were reaching up to her arms, individually working the strength out of each limb. Her hands weakly grabbed his paws as he massaged even her palms, her throat letting out a drunken churr of pleasure. It wasn't often she was manhandled in such an overtly pleasant way. She then felt his fingers approaching her sensitive petals, a hint of nervousness spiking up in her chest.

"Um, c-carefuhl wihth..." she could barely talk. She was so relaxed that even her protests were too lazy to form correctly. They proved to be unfounded a second later anyway, as his paw ran along the edges of her petals as if he were trying to slowly cut himself on their soft tips. She let out an embarrassing squeal, her toes curling as a little bolt of pleasure sparked its way down to her core. He REALLY knew what he was doing.

"You were saying?" Trick teased, fanning his pads across her petals while the oil worked its way into her floral flesh, soaking into the center from the edges. She could practically feel it entering her bloodstream, warming and massaging her from within...

Trick pulled his hands away from her petals, and Nymlus wanted to pout at their absence. Until, of course, she felt his fingertips squeezing at her long tail. Her thighs instantly squeezed together at the intimate touch, the massage oil between her legs rubbing in a way that was just a little TOO pleasant for public decency...

...Wait.

He hadn't massaged her legs yet. That wasn't his oil...

...Oh dear.

"Uhm, Mishter Trick?" She said, slurring like a drunk while still retaining her mind. "I think I'm gooood... for t'dahy..."

"Mm? Nonsense. Besides, the oil needs to work into all of your scales, love. Don't want you to be polished in some places and dull in others, do we?"

"Yeah, no, but..."

"Just relax, Miss. It won't be too much longer..."

He got that right. The way he was squeezing his way up and down her tail made her wonder if this was what guys felt when she... she shouldn't really be thinking about cocks right now. No cocks with their juicy tips or their rubbery barbs or their throbbing veins or pulsing knots...

Trick's hand squeezed the base of her tail and the tip at the same time, and Nym nearly lost it. Something about the nerves at both ends reminded her both of getting tugged into place by a big guy and having a pair of heavy balls resting right on her butt while something's womb-deep in her pussy. It was so super-not-fair how good that felt, her body clenching down hard on something she really wanted to be there.

But not now. Not where she can still hear other people getting patted down and breathing in the stalls right next to hers...

Breathing... deep breathing. Lots of boys. Lots of dicks...

Her frills shook and her petals shivered. He'd finally let go of her tail, giving her a chance to recover from her thankfully quiet microgasm, but his hands were working on her legs now. Her thighs clenched to cover her pussy, her tail thankfully limp between her legs. But the fox's fingers seemed to dig in harder to her thighs, his wide hands pushing into them and her butt at the same time.

"Haha, g-getting a little frisky th-there, huh?" She joked, having planned on making some little comment from the beginning, knowing he was gonna have to touch her butt at some point. She just didn't expect to be so damn horny when she did!

"It's all professional, Miss," he said, though there was something else to the heat of his voice. Something warmer and deeper, almost a growl. His hands dug into her thighs, and her face clenched to try to give her legs the strength to remain closed. But he won, melting the strength in her thighs away and peeling them apart. Having his way with her.

Fuck, she shouldn't have thought that. Her tail fluttered, an instinct wanting to raise it the second she felt the paw of his pad touch near her sex. She was lucky, then, that he'd already massaged every ounce of will out of her tail's desire to move. For now, at least, she was safe...

"My, you're enjoying this more than my usual guests."

Her dark cheeks started to glow. She hadn't realized her mouth was open, or that a gust of air carrying a moan had already spilled out of her lips. She was so focused on her legs being opened by this strong male that she didn't realize how resisting him was making her feel.

"Haaa-am I? You're just r-r-really good. Really good.... Y-you done? Y-you got everywhere..."

"Normally yes... but..."

"B-but?"

Her eyes shoot open as a well-oiled finger plays over her scaled slit, her ass and thighs wanting to clench down but finding they had no strength left. She sucked in a breath and let out a peeping yelp too quickly to stop in time, her palms clapping loudly over her little muzzle as his finger slipped just a little deeper. The weight behind her shifted, the fox leaning his body over hers to whisper to her directly

"I didn't realize the kind of little slut I was dealing with at first..."

Oh boy!

"H-hey, I'm not aaAH!"

She shut her lips again tightly as his paw pad pressed down on her g-spot, knowing exactly what button to push inside of her. She tried to kick her little legs, but the only clenching she did was to tighten her tunnel, making that oiled finger seem bigger and thicker than it was. She tried to whisper her words out.

"Mmph! N.... Sl..."

"What was that?" He asked, a little louder as he went deeper and toyed with her inner walls. "Not a what?"

"Sl...Sl..."

She couldn't form the vowel sound. She knew the second she did another moan would rip out of her mouth and alert their neighbors.

"I didn't believe it either," mentioned the Trapperfox, already burying a knuckle into her, his padded thumb rubbing the hood of her clit. "Not at first. I heard a lot of stories about you when I first got here. Figured I would see it for myself. And here you are... halfway into a massage and dripping onto my bench like a little whore..."

"Nn.. j...just-"

He pushed in suddenly like she knew he would, and she bit a squeal in her throat down.

"Mm? Just what? I didn't catch that..."

He stopped moving his fingers, letting her pant out for a bit. When she calmed her breath, she turned her glazed eyes in her direction.

"Just... let's go s-s-somewhere p-private, okay? I can't... so many peop-AH!"

He dragged his finger backward, rubbing it on her spot again and making her cover her mouth and wriggle helplessly. He smiled and nodded against her shoulder, his finger finally pulling out of her. She breathed another panting sigh of relief, covering her face with her hands. Gods, she WAS a slut! But it's fine, it's fine. Nothing wrong with a quickie. He did earn it, after all. She hasn't felt this need in a while...

A heavy cloth fell on her back, and she weakly reached back to take it. Something to cover up her shame? It was a cute thought, but he was gonna have to carry her anyway, because...

...Wait. This wasn't just a cloth. She brought it to her face, and the deep, sensual smell of a male filled her nostrils.

This was his loincloth. Meaning....

The wet, smooth, sharp tip of a canine member prodded at her, a furred body lifting her tail as it moved forward.

"P-p-private!" She whisper-screamed, shooting a wide-eyed glare at the casually smirking fox. "P-private!"

"Maybe later," he told her quietly, his strong hands on her weakened hips pulling her body into his, his dripping member parting her wet slit and grinding into her body. She reached out to grab the table for leverage, then back to her mouth, and back to the table, trying to find some way to silence her blissful moans while still bracing her body.

"Mm, it's no wonder you're the talk of the town," said Trick, to the blushing chagrin of the petal dragoness beneath him. "They told me how tight you were, but they didn't mention how much you'd milk me..."

"Shtop..." She pathetically protested into her palm, her hips betraying her by throwing whatever strength they had left into lifting up into his thrusts to prove him right. The other hand was grabbing at the soft cushion of the bench, digging her little claws into it. Her every breath shuddered in her chest as he slid deeper into her, starting to roll his hips and mash what she knew was a thick knot against her pussy. She couldn't keep herself quiet, whimpers filling her hand as her eyes cinched shut and bubbling moans snuck out from between her fingers.

"I'll listen to your body, not your words," he replied, his hands holding her rump steady as he started to really pump into her. "Mmm, and your body gets tighter and wetter every time I call you a little slut. You're holding back on me, aren't you Miss?"

She shook her head wildly but didn't dare speak. She tried to suck in enough air to breath through her nostrils, but every thrust was trying to force this big bubble of Moan out of her throat. Her body didn't give a damn where it was, but she could feel her entire face changing into several shades of embarrassed.

That's when her hands were suddenly pulled away. Her eyes shot open, still feeling his claws on her hips. Was there someone else? PLEASE let there not be someone else! If there was, please be someone who just wants to fuck her throat and keep her quiet!! Two people were better than a whole room!

But no, no one was there. Her wrists were bound by vines, her eyes following them back until she found them protruding from her new friend's tail.

Trapperfox. Trapper. Fuck.

He tugged her arms back, suspending her chest from the bench as he arched her back. He fucked her in this position, ramming his cocktip against her spot before jamming it deeper into her. She peeped out moans of pleasure, trying to keep her mouth shut as he abused her pussy by bashing her womb with his sharp tip and her slit with his oppressive knot.

"Give it up, whore. Everyone already knows," he tells her, his claws digging into her thighs just enough to make her throat break out in a strained squeal. She tried to stop the next one, but he was already yanking her back into his next series of thrusts. "They can hear you getting fucked and loving it. I'll bet several people have walked by your stall. I might have just left the curtain open for them to watch..."

She gasped at that, trying to peek around her damned petals, but the way he held her body made it impossible for her to fact check. There could be people watching her little scaly butt getting railed right now, dripping like a whore like she planned the whole damn thing!

"Mm, squeezed me again at that. You're such a slut..."

"Ah! Ahn! I'm not a, aaAH!"

She bit her lip as he chuckled, the relative quiet in the air as the others no doubt stopped what they were doing to listen to what was happening making her entire body burn with a blush. She was whimpering and moaning while the loud sound of his body slapping hers in a hard, rhythmic pounding was so damn obvious that she'd be surprised if the people in the hot springs didn't know what was going on...

"Not what?"

"Not ahn! Nnn! Noooot! Sluht!"

"Not slut?"

"Nnnooooooooot..."

"A knot slut?"

"Nooh~!"

"We'll see about that..."

In a blur of motion, she was on her back, looking up at the sly fox as he held her. Her legs were too busy quivering to kick at him, her forelegs still bound by the oozing tendrils sprouting from his tail. The tip of his furry tail was like a bulb spreading open, revealing a floral flesh and a pair of wet, clasping vines. It oozed a familiar smelling oil...

And she just noticed that there wasn't a single bottle in this room.

Her eyes whip back to his, which have been staring at her all this time. "Like I said, many uses," he teased, starting to thrust into her again. This new angle was PERFECT, making her throw her head back and groan as air is forced out of her lungs. Fuck, she's lost. She's so lost. Whatever he had done had fucked with her body, sure, but she at least had her mind intact. Until just now, when he began banging against her, shaking her body like a toy under his.

"From what I hear," he started speaking, keeping her from completely zoning out into a pleasure-drunk state. "...Your tight pussy belongs to anyone brave enough to grab you by the hips. People joke about how you have a pair of buttons on your inner thighs that make you lift your tail like a bitch in heat."

"I'm... ughn!" She tried to defend herself, but his sudden ramming made it clear he wasn't interested in what she had to say. Only what noises he could force out of her.

"I really did have to see it for myself. I'm glad you stopped by. I have to admit, I cheated a little. Frilled Petal Dragons have a very particular scent attractant. Pleasant to most... but it certainly pulled you right in, didn't it?"

"Sh..Ch...Cheater...." She tried to tease back, realizing that the Trapperfox really did live up to his name. The trapper part, at least. The real Fox part was ramming against her pussy lips, spreading her wider and wider...

Oh fuck, he was almost inside of her! She started squirming a bit, knowing exactly what she would do if she felt a knot growing inside of her. Trick squeezed down on her hips, winding her back and forth across his massive breeder bulge. "You're the town's favorite toy. And you're mine now, too...!"

"No! Not thaht! Please, not-!"

No sooner had she said it did he force her onto his knot, feeling it almost immediately swell as he held her steady. The sudden growth ground against her g-spot and sent her mind reeling. She didn't even know what sound she made, only that her body caught fire with pleasure and her throat rumbled with a noise her mind was too fried to comprehend.

She just knew it echoed.

She was coming down off of her submissive climax when she felt the seizing heat of the fox's cum spilling inside of her, the fox not even giving her the pleasure of a goofy o-face as he smiled pleasantly back at her, letting out low, quiet groans as his balls surged and his thick semen spilled into her...

Thick, oily, soul-warming semen locked behind a meaty, pussy-locking bulge so big she couldn't even close her thighs all the way...

Fuck...

...A knot slut... maybe he was onto something...

Staring up at the tricky fox, a panting mess, she watches as the dripping tip of his tail opens up, revealing the tapered, but clearly phallic tendril. It flexes and oozes as it peels out of his tail, the tip touching his open hand and smearing its slick fluid across it. Nym watches with a lurid curiosity as he rubs the viscous substance between his fingers and starts to massage her chest with it. When the same, warming sensation ripples down into her muscles, she lets out a breathy coo, letting her head lay back.

That confirmed it. Trick's little trick was a trickle from his tail. Nym couldn't deny how good the sap made her feel, and she reflexively bit back a relaxed sigh, not wanting the throbbing knot between her thighs to force another kind of noise out of her.

Eventually, though, as his massaging hands got to her thighs, she couldn't help it. "Fwaah... is this how you treat all your guests?"

"Mm, only the extra special ones," he said, and Nym couldn't help but feel a little bit flattered. She'd just had her brains fucked out kinda against her will, sure, but... well, the massage WAS free. What did she expect?

Honestly, how does she keep ending up in these positions...

A yip bounced its way out of her throat when she felt his knot dislodge, her face lighting up with a blush again once she felt the... the AMOUNT of cum pouring out of her. It made her foot kick a little at the way it tickled her tailhole on the way down, but the obvious sound it made, spattering onto the floor, was way too obvious. If the moaning and the squealing and the wet-fucking-sounds weren't enough of an indicator...

At least now she could leave...

The fox's tendril was soon wrapping itself warmly around her throat, right beneath her flower. A small hint of actual panic started to rise up until she felt a pair of gentle tugs. The fox had just collared her with a drippy tentacle...

And he was wanting her to walk.

"Aha... I can... I don't need help..."

"No of course not, my pretty petal. But you do need guidance. Your special isn't over, after all."

"Ish not?" She drunkenly asked, the warming effect of the tail-vine's oils seeping into her body again. Oh boy. Free always did have the biggest price on it, didn't it?

"Not at all. Come now. Come." He led her like a dog, helping her only get off of the table and set her down on the floor. He started to walk, and she followed after a few tugs. She was too tired to resist, though her legs were still shaking from the treatment. The (actually really good) massage had turned her into a dragon with noodles for limbs, and her pussy was so sensitive that dropping her tail to hide her drooling hole from anyone who could see it actually rubbed against it in a way that made her peep like a horny bird. She tried to keep a happy medium and made sure her head was tucked into her petals as best she could, but she caught the eyes of at least two other guests who stopped and stared at the display that was her leaking, wobbling, fuck-beaten thighs.

An eternal moment later, bright, beautiful sunlight hit her straight in the flower. The sound of water and the smell of steam and musk swirled into her senses. He'd taken her to the hot spring.

And they were SO not alone...

There were three guys there. Big guys. Some bigger than others, but still bigger than her! There was a gnoll, his canine body reclining against the side of the spring, a four-legged Sunlion, the large feline sitting on his haunches and grabbing some oil from a table to brush it into the mantle of golden petals adoring his chest and shoulders. There was also a big, bipedal Trunksdale, the beefy equine soaking his stout, bark-covered legs in the spring while polishing his thick fingernails with a silk block.

And then all of their heads turned to her as Trick brought her into the water, sitting on the edge of the bathing pool and dragging her face-first into his crotch.

"Mmrf," she half-heartedly protested, a wet member against her face while her body is enjoying an otherwise very comfortable soak in the water. His tail withdrew, but his padded hand went up to her jaw and guides her mouth to his tip. He still smelled like her. Sweet and attractive...

That's probably what got her into this mess.

Trick placed his thumb on her chin, smiling. "Open wide, now."

"H-h-here? But I-mph!"

Her words were fucked out of her mouth by the tip of a dripping, lupine cock, the taste making her ears flick and the tip of her tail wiggle. She knew the eyes of the other males were on her. She just closed her eyes and started sucking, dragging her tongue over the tasty length of the Trapperfox and focusing on him rather than the six other eyes that were watching her. It was just him and her. Him and her...

"Wow, she's really into it," said someone that was not him or her. Her blush burned against his inner thighs, and a little whimper of shame rippled out of her throat and into his groin. He laughed and pet her head.

"Yeah, she loves it. A regular slut, this one. Want to give her a shot? You look like you want to."

Nym's eyes shot open, her paws grabbing onto his thighs to push off to protest. His hand kept her put, even as she felt sharp, feline claws on her rump. The lion? Oh boy.

"You sure?"

"Yeah! Call it a house special. You guys are regulars, and she's here to unwind like the rest of you. Isn't that right, Nym?"

Aw, fuck, he used her name. Then again, there weren't many who didn't know her by sight alone. She let out a quick double-whimper that she thought sounded like a clear negative. But the claws on her rump had her tail hike at just the right time to be the very wrong message...

"I'll take that as a yes," said the lion man, his thick fingers slipping under her tail to brush her used slit. Another shudder rippled up her spine, and her eyes started to close again. Fuuuck, that... felt nice.

Fuck. Fuck! Was that all it took? He kept rubbing. Fuck. Her tail was so high it ached. All he did was touch her! Her body was still on fire from Trick's weird tail-oil. That was it. That was it...

She wasn't a slut... It was just an itch. Juuust an itch...

The water sloshed behind her as the Sunlion got into position. His body loomed over both her and Trick, the weight of his cock pressing on her aching slit. He had these thick, rubbery barbs that made her wiggle against it, each one like a soft, tiny finger prodding at her undertail. The massive quadruped settled his front paws on the edge of the pool, his hips moving in tandem with hers, lining up. Aiming.

Asking them to be gentle would be pointless. She closed her eyes tight as soon as she felt the tip catch on her cum-leaking slit, and squealed into Trick's cock as the lion started forcing his thick shaft into her. She kicked at the water, her tail beating against the wet, furry underbelly of the floral lion as he gave her a few testing thrusts to make sure he was nice and deep inside of her.

BOY was he!

She hugged Trick's hips and took the lion's thrust, feeling the cocks mash into her body at once. Her lips kissed a swollen knot while rubbery barbs flicked over her clit and dragged their way through her tunnel. She was on fire, her moaning resounding over the sloshing water. Her body relaxed, hanging from the two big shafts while helplessly helping them get off. She was being used as a relaxation toy. A stress reliever.

...She did like making people feel good. That's what this was, right?

And she... felt... gooooood.

The lion's thrusts picked up the pace, and Trick grabbed her by the arms to help keep her steady as the beast fucked her like a dog. No offense to the gnoll, of course. Oh jeez, the gnoll was watching. That stallion was watching, too. Fuck.

...

Fuck!

She was just getting started, wasn't she!?

Just as the thought crossed her mind, she heard a gross snarl from the cat above her. A strong blast of cum slammed itself against her womb, making her claws dig in and her body shiver and squeal. That was a lot! Her womb felt heavy from the load he gushed into her!

Her throat was sore as the lupine dick slipped out of her, bringing with it a trail of hot, sweet seed that just sat on her tongue and pooled in the corners of her mouth. Had he cum, and she just swallowed it down her throat without even noticing? She openly moaned as the lion withdrew, barbs flicking the seed of two males and her own shameful pussy juices into the hot spring waters.

Maybe she was a slut...

"Wow, she's a good fuck," the lion said with casual satisfaction. "Haven't plugged a hole like that in ages. She do anal, too?"

"Wha-?" Asked the fuck-drunk petal dragon. "I... I mean..."

"Hmm, I dunno," Trick asked, his voice just as sly and devious as ever. She felt his tail moving, the hands holding her arms gently turning her around and settling her in his lap. "Let's see..."

She felt the tip of his tail brushing her tailhole, the fur tickling her before she felt it open like the sheath of a dog. His tentacle probed out, gliding over her wet, cum-slick undercarriage while dripping with its own intoxicating lubricants. "Wa-wait. Like... just... five minutes, okay? Five minutes..."

"Mm, five minutes?" He asked, still teasing her ass. "That how long you want me to fuck you?"

"Yeah, just five... I mean wait, n-AH!"

The tentacle slipped up into her ass and stole the rest of her protests, her mouth and eyes both widening as it wriggled its way into her. She wanted to say it hurt, but it didn't. It just... itched. It itched like the rest of her in that hot, needy way. It didn't help that his tail was practically oozing that warm, heavenly oil that made her feel this way in the first place. Getting fucked in the ass... wasn't the worst part of today.

It was probably looking at a gnoll who'd sidled up to her, a canine cock poking just a bit out of his sheath as he watched her blushing body react to his eyes. This was different. She didn't see the lion staring at her before. Now, she couldn't look away from the males eyeing her.

The gnoll even had the gall to take his furry, grubby paw and rub her chest and belly as she sat there with a tentacle squirming back and forth. "Seems like it," Trick said, claws rubbing her inner thighs while her pussy drooled the excess of seed that was still sloshing around in her womb. The gnoll's fingers moved to her sex, spreading it open.

"Wow, she can really take it, can't she? Think I can take her for a spin."

"Hey, if you don't believe me, ask the young lady yourself," Trick said, his tendril stopping in her ass. A small miracle, followed by the sudden, awful curse of feeling something swelling inside of her. The tendril or, at least, a part of it, was growing. A bulb. A knot.

Another fucking knot...

"Go on and tell him," Trick said into her ear, his chin resting against one of her petals as his knot grew bigger and bigger, grinding against places inside of her that she didn't even know she had. "Tell the nice gnoll that you're his whore, and that he can use you however he wants."

She gulped, biting her lip and looking at the greedy, yet hopeful eyes of the beast in front of her.

"I...He... Um, you..."

The knot was swelling bigger. Her whole body clenched on it, which did NOT help it feel any smaller! She winced, a shuddering moan dribbling out of her cum-touched lips. She felt good, and, glancing down, that cock in front of her was throbbing in its sheath. Dripping clear pre into the water. What was... what was one more cock, yeah?

"Y-yeah. You can use me. I don't mind, really."

The knot budged suddenly in her, making her yelp and tremble.

"Tell him why. Why don't you mind?"

"Ah! B-because I..." She didn't want to say it. And that made her want to say it more. Which made her REALLY not want to say it. Something about saying it made her heart clench and her belly flutter.

"Nnf... I'm a... I'm his... "

Her eyes floated back from his cock to his eyes. "I'm... your whore, okay?"

The knot didn't get any smaller... but it stopped moving. Trick's hands stroked her thighs, and he sighed into her ear.

"Good girl..."

.Why did that sound nice to hear? And why did those words feel so nice to say? The gnoll's paws on her hips as he moved his groin between her legs felt nice. The knotted vine in her tailhole felt nice. The heartbeat against her back and the breath against her face felt nice.

"Whore... I'm your whore," she said again, the gnoll growling. Oh, she LIKED that sound. And she liked that word! Was she that pent up? Had she really been fucked that stupid? She felt so embarrassed every time it left her lips. She'd been so used to hearing it, but saying it? Calling herself it?

Her self-reflection slid out of her burned out mind as she felt the slick, tapered shaft of a canine start slipping into her pussy, her eyes closing again as her blush burned back onto her cheeks. She was still being watched. This was different than an under-the-table blowjob or a romp in the woods. People were around. Not just the ones in the springs, but the ones in the massage parlor, and the ones just outside the wooden fence as well. There were plenty of knotholes for them to look through. Plenty of ways for them to watch her...

Knotholes... knots... she could already feel the gnoll's. Mashing against her slit, smaller now but clearly planning on plugging her. That's what knots did. That's what she was there for. They had no idea that she'd just come in for a bit of pampering. To them, she was their entertainment. And she was letting this happen.

All she had to do was tell them no. To tell them she really didn't want this, if she was so embarrassed about it. But every blush she felt burned between her thighs, too. She should just...

The gnoll gave her another little growl, and she melted. He was grabbing her by her waist, every thrust he gave her bouncing her on the knotted, leaking tail of the Trapperfox. Her body was on fire and her mind was melting out of her ears. She felt her drool hit her chest and her vision was going fuzzy. She didn't even try to stop moaning anymore. She was out of willpower. Her legs gave a token kick, spreading a little wider for that growing knot. It was working its way into her, rhythmically smacking her sopping pussy and grinding its way deeper.

"Mm, I'm gonna tie you," the gnoll told her, and she could only nod. If this were a more private situation, she'd be teasing him. Squeezing his shaft, telling him he'd have to fuck her harder to get it in. Getting him real riled up, you know? But she was just being used right now. Just a whore. She didn't feel like she could deny him.

No. She could. She just didn't want to.

She wanted this. She really wanted this.

The knot plugged into her, and her head threw back against Trick's chest. He was looking down at her, smiling as he brought one of his hands up to her face. His fingertip toyed around inside of her mouth, teasing her lips and tongue. She'd suck it if she had the strength, but the sudden gush of hot, creamy gnoll cum in her womb just made her moan out around the clawed digit. She could feel it pushing through the puddle of cum already polluting her womb, the three males semen battling for supremacy inside of her as that sweet, THICK knot kept grinding against her g-spot.

She found herself wiggling, teasing her own clit against the furry sheath that was nestled up against it. Her mind was just a blank slate of pleasure now, the act of not just being fucked, but being used, in public, was twisting her up...

She was just so...

...Full.

The gnoll licked her throat as she gently rolled her tongue against the finger in her mouth, the rest of her body limp as she let the minutes pass. She didn't know how much time passed before the knot in her pussy finally popped out of her, flicking a switch that triggered her to come back to reality. The lewd splashing of cum running out of her made her embarrassment return. There was so much that she felt like a jug of heavy cream being emptied into the hot spring. The canine gave her belly a pleased rub, nodding at her and licking his lips.

"...Good whore. Let's play again sometime."

"Ho...Hokay..." She mumbled out, the finger sliding out of her drooling mouth. She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts again. Finally, it was over. She could relax...

And then the Trunksdale stomped into view. How did this guy even fit through the door? He was only halfway up his thighs in the hot spring! His dark, swinging equine cock was as thick as her neck, the whole thing riddled with veins. This guy fucking her would be like polishing a pool cue with her as the chalk block!

But, as if on cue, the knot in her tailhole deflated, the stallion reaching for her and pulling her slowly out of Trick's lap. She felt the oozing sap burst from her tailhole in another embarrassing display, looking back at Trick as she was taken away.

He just smiled and waved.

The horse picked her up, looking down at her and smiling with his big, thick, soft lips. She weakly lifted up one of her hands, smiling cutely up at him.

"H-hii there," she peeped out, her tail instinctively trying to tuck itself. He just chuckled and shook his head, treading through the water until he was back at the edge of the spa pool where she'd first saw him. He sat back down, and the motion made his oak tree of a phallus slap between her thighs, ending up on her belly. This made her feel... WAY more exposed. Before, at least she was being sandwiched between two males. This time, she was proudly on display. A dripping wet trophy made of scales, flowers, and cum.

When his soft, fat cocktip pressed against her traitorous, slutty pussy, she scrunched her face and whimpered. It felt... different. It had a texture to it, very fleshy, not slick or barbed like her other partners today. It was soft and thick flesh wrapped around a hard core of solid meat, which he was wiggling her hips back and forth to try and push into her.

It took some effort... but all the fucking, cum and knots she'd taken up to this point really helped him out. She felt him pop into her, his tip pushing against her inner walls as it seemed to blossom inside of her.

"Ghk-" A wet noise emerged from her throat, the stallion moaning as he wiggled her down a few more inches. Deeper and deeper, Nym reached her paws to her belly and rubbed at the swell there, feeling it move when he pushed her down further. That was him. All him.

"B..bhig," she muttered out, the horse smiling as his bark-covered wrists brushed against her hips. He closed his eyes and looked away, not even paying attention to her as he started stroking himself off with her. She was just a sex toy to him, it seemed, something to play with while he enjoyed his soak in the tub. The other three males were chatting with each other nearby, but Nym couldn't hear what they were saying. There was just no way her mind could focus on anything but the constant feeling of being pushed up and down like a toy.

Minutes passed as he pushed, pulled and twisted her body along the first bit of his heavy girth, and she was reduced to a mumbling wreck. Her mind only turned back on for a moment when he started going faster, her eyes perking up to look at his face and see that he was finally paying attention to her. His teeth were clenched, his breath hissing through them as he worked her along the head of his shaft. It was growing. Sprouting out into a fleshy disk with a big, thick cumhole poking out of the center, kissing her womb.

He was flaring in her.

"Y-ya gonna cum?" She blurted out, trying to keep her own tongue in her mouth so she could speak properly. "Gonna fill me up? Gonna do it?"

She egged him on, her curiosity overwhelming every sense of modesty as she tried to hug the bulge in her stomach, knowing it was his swollen cock and wanting to feel this huge load burst into her. "Come one. Do it. I wanna feel it, big guy..."

The quiet stallion said nothing, his face contorting into a grimace of pleasure as he grabbed her by her little thighs and yanked her down hard on his throbbing shaft. Nymlus' mind went blank as the first hot jet of powerful horse cum whipped out of his huge cock and beat itself against the inside of her womb, drowning the combined load of the three other males in a steamy, sappy ocean of arboreal stallion seed. She couldn't make a sound, her diaphragm getting hammered by his pent-up load. She just let her body clench and seize in pleasure, barely catching the eyes of some curious onlookers staring through the holes in the fence.

If she wasn't a celebrity before, she was now.

Her thoughts were loose, sloshing around in her skull in the same way as the heavy ocean of cum in her womb seemed to do. She was barely aware of anything anymore. She noticed she was being moved, that was about it. She noticed the flared cocktip plopping loudly out of her sleeve and the messy splashing sounds afterward. She noticed that she was being settled down on some kind of metal drainage grate, the water and seed dripping off of her and into the darkness below.

For the first time in the past hour or so she wasn't being gripped, held, or fucked by someone. She was actually able to rest. The sun was still beaming onto her scales, and her eyes closed to soak some of it in, her tongue lazily licking the roof of her mouth to find any drops of cum that had hidden between her teeth.

And then her body was shadowed by the stallion once more. The beast stood over her, his flaccid, still-flared cock in his meaty hand, his slow stroking causing a bubble of spent cum to drip out of his wide-open tip.

She sat up on trembling legs, returning their smile with a playful one of their own.

"Hey, big guy. B-back for round two, huh?"

Normally she appreciated stamina, but her body was begging her to take a break. She doubted she'd be able to feel much of anything at this rate. But the bipedal horse shook his head, shaking his member about and giving a warm, soft groan. Then, he said his first words to her, his voice as deep and heavy as the load he'd left in her belly.

"You're perfect just like that."

The rich voice sent a wave of warmth across her scales as it rolled from her ears down her spine, making her wiggle a bit as her face relaxed, the weight of her jaw parting her lips. Her tail wiggled itself against the ground as the stallion aimed his fat cocktip at her face.

A few seconds later, a different sort of heat burst against her body. A wet heat, splashing against her exposed belly and sliding its way up to her flower. A gasp filled her lungs as the clear scent slipped into her nostrils, her eyes focusing on the steady stream falling from the head of the horse's cock.

She shuddered again, a drop of the tangy, sweet fluid falling onto her open mouth as his stream bathed close to her cheek. Her eyes shut as it washed across her brow, her senses drowned by it. The heat of it met with another potent blush, the knowledge of her impromptu audience watching her be degraded in such a base way. She kept her eyes shut, listening to the murmurs, swearing she heard her name more than once. Her mouth, she kept open, just letting the stream bounce off of her tongue to either roll off of her chin or to pool into the corners of her little muzzle.

The stream slowed to a crawl, a few last splashes falling on her petals as the stallion shook himself off. His massive hand lowered to her head, giving the back of it an appreciative pat. "Good girl," he praised, her vacant expression glowing as she nodded in approval.

"Y-yeah... Thanks..."

After her little golden shower, Trick walked up to her, a little smile on his face as he knelt beside the grate and looked into her eyes.

"Hey there, sweetheart," he said coyly, cocking his head and flicking his long ears. "How would you rate your stay? Think you'd be willing to come back?

"Ahn... Mmmmebbe," she said sleepily, shaking her head a bit to try to clear her senses somewhat. "Nn... glad I didn't have anything else to do today."

"That's good to hear," Trick replied, offering her a helping paw to bring her over to the springs for a proper soak. "I'm also glad to see you took everything so well. My buddy was right. You really are something special, Nymlus."

She smiled at the praise she got, settling into the hot water and feeling her soreness melt along with the rest of her. "Hah... you're not half bad yourself, Trick. Neither are your friends here. Who are they?"

His ear twitched as he looked at the other males, the gnoll going back to soaking himself while the other two were toweling themselves off.

"...Oh, I don't know them. I thought the hot springs were gonna be empty. They're complete strangers. I just improvised a bit. Improving customer relations and all that."

"...Ah." Nym caught their eyes, only now recognizing the gnoll as one that likes to frequent the bar. He likes to talk. A lot.

"...Aaaaaaaah. Oh boy."

Trick chuckled at her trepidation. "You can always hide out here with me on your days off. If you're ever looking for another job, I'm sure I could find a spot for you here, too."

She shook her head at the invitation, laughing it off to shake her nerves out of her. "Nah, I'll be fine. You just worry about keeping these doors open. Never know when I might be back."

"As you wish, Miss Nymlus."

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Nymlus kept her head high as she half-walked, half-wobbled down the street, tail swaying and scales beaming. She knew others were staring, considering she just felt another pearl of semen ooze down her thigh, the remnants of what was still clinging to her womb no doubt. But she never felt more relaxed in her life! She'd had her brain melted, sure, but it cooled back down and was just as pretty and clean as she was. Her claws were dazzling, and her flower was practically fluorescent!

She knew she'd be going back. Maybe after people stop talking about the rumors of what they saw behind the hot spring fence. After all, she didn't want people going around thinking she was some kind of slut.

A proper lady has to keep some surprises!