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Whether you won or lost, a bet could add a little extra spice to something as simple as playing a video game with your significant other. Of course, there was always a chance that even the smallest bet could be troublesome. Charthur had been so confident in her abilities to win a set in a particular fighting game against Jasmaby that she had bet two evenings of servitude. One would have been enough. While that meant that there would be more to worry about later, for now, Charthur headed off to find a playmate as ordered by her darling lover. The black and white-furred turf tiger walked through the night in Jasmaby's choice of clothing which had been a short cut blouse that hung off of her shoulders and a skirt that might as well have been a fancy kitchen towel made of silk. Frosty blue eyes looked up at the stars planning for her revenge when she heard the compact in her paw buzzing.

She brought it up and answered a video call from her darling lover who appeared on the display with the orange and yellow flower on his head looking as pretty as ever, deep black eyes half-lidded with a smile drawn beneath them in a smug curve colored by marigold lipstick at the bottom lip.

Part of her wanted to slap the smug expression off of that pretty face but instead, she simply huffed without rhyme, "What is it?"

Jasmaby put a paw up to his face and feigned surprise, "My! No rhetorical rhymes or rhetoric? And those eyes, so cold and distanced! Darling dearest of mine, you're in one of my finest designs for out and about clothing so be a bit more merry, smile for me!"

Charthur felt an eye twitching but the sides of her mouth tugged up into a smile while she chewed through a response, "These rags are your finest? If so then I'd be glad to wear nothing if it would please your highness."

"Now now, we can save the streaking for next night or maybe even another if you keep on with how you've been during our games but we should concentrate on the know, right?" The thistle tiger said with a purr. When all Charthur did was grumble and look off to the side, Jasmaby began, "Now then. You're charged with finding us a playmate for the evening. If you can't then I'm sure I have several people on our mutualistic contacts list that would enjoy nothing more than seeing you like this. Most important of all, is that you're to flirt and mingle with whoever it is you see. If you can't or find it too difficult then come home and I'll give you a lesson you'll never forget and care for you with all the contention that you desire."

She raised a brow unsure if Jasmaby meant attention or if the slip of the tongue was simply properly stated. Either way, Charthur answered with a huff, "A small feat like this should be simple enough, I don't have to bring anyone that I don't like or anyone that gives me too much guff."

A door to a bar in front of her opened causing her to freeze in her tracks while Jasmby waved on the screen, "Good! Now that I know you understand, go ahead and bring us someone or something fun! Oh, and try not to embarrass yourself."

Before she could answer, the call ended without so much as a goodbye or good evening. Frustration tempted her to throw the compact as hard as she could but charthur decided to pocket it in a small slit on the inside of the blouse while muttering to herself that at least the design had something practical about it. The door to the bar shut and her eyes came up to see a tall figure wearing a coat. She couldn't see whoever it was from where she was standing but something seemed familiar about the figure that she could not put her finger on. Charthur approached hoping to get a better look before she dived into any flirting, curiosity taking her steps forward more than anything else. The figure turned toward her to reveal that it was a scrapgoat with green eyes and nose, black-furred faced touched by streaks of peppered silver.

They remained still, staring at one another while Charthur registered who was standing before her. He reached up to grasp the collar of his coat, opening his mouth before closing it. Finally, she tilted her head and asked, "Your name is Radon, right? Neon's father? I wonder what you're doing out on this night?"

Radon cleared his throat, the old goat grabbing onto his thing beard as he replied, "I, that is to say, you see I just came from an evening of drinking. Nothing too heavy mind you as I still have things to do now and then but ah, I was simply looking for a bit of conversation and something to wet my throat so I thought that an outing at a fine place like this would do."

Charthur rubbed her chin while wondering what to do or say. There was a large part of her that wanted to call the old man out on his bluff and tease him a bit to have a bit of fun with Jasmaby's command but another portion of her mind realized that this was a good friend's father. Then again, didn't that make it a bit more fun?

One side won out in the end and she beamed, "So if I am to understand, you came out to wet your whistle tonight."

"Precisely!" Answered the old goat with a nod.

"And instead of staying home you thought of drinking with others of similar intention."

"Yes. That is correct now if you'll excuse me-"

Charthur interrupted with a chuckle, "But I have to wonder if you managed to score or did you give up the fight?"

A flush of color appeared beneath the fur of his cheeks as he muttered and stammered, "Y-you see. I don't think you quite understand. I wasn't really looking for that type of attention, rather, just a bit of conversation."

She took a step past the old scrapgoat and pointed with a thumb toward the door, "If that's the case and since you said you took it easy, you wouldn't mind having a drink or two with me to ease the isolation?"

Radon tapped his digits together while he spoke, "I don't know if that would be advisable. This place wasn't all too great, you see, the drinks were of low quality and I think there is another place nearby that has it better."

Charthur resisted the urge to laugh before she finally snorted, "Let's end this bit, shall we? We're both adults and there is no shame in wanting some companionship."

The old scrapgoat rubbed at the back of his head and looked up while muttering, "I got a few numbers and a touch or two but nothing substantial past that. It empty for the most part and the bar was rather depressing. Not a place I'd want to be on most nights."

"See? Isn't honesty better than lying or sneaking? I doubt anyone would bother you so there isn't any shame in a bit of fishing."

Radon coughed, "I suppose that is true. Now if you'll excuse me I'll just be on my way."

The turf tiger brought an arm out as Radon attempted to walk past her, "Hold your horns and scrap. Didn't we have an engagement already to drink? Or would you really walk out on a girl in so quick a snap?"

He brought a digit up with his mouth open and she could almost see the gears turning while he searched his scientific mind for an appropriate response. His response came with a rumble, "That doesn't seem entirely appropriate but I suppose if you want then we could go have a few drinks. Nothing wrong with that."

Charthur beamed and began walking, "Come on. Whatever place you had planned wouldn't be as comfortable as the one I have in mind."

Radon tilted his head as he followed along, "Is that so? I suppose I can trust your judgment."

"Of course you can trust it. I'd expect to know the quality of our destination since it is my home. And might I say, it is quite the find."

The old goat rumbled, "Is that wise? We're only going for a few drinks after all. Nothing more, right?"

Her tail flicked back and forth while she answered, "A few drinks shared serves just to start the night and please, cut the lies. If you had any issues then you wouldn't be following this prize."

She could feel his eyes burning a hole at her backside as they continued to walk in relative silence until he said, "I suppose I should be more honest. There are a few crossed wires when thinking of an evening like this but if you're willing then I'd be more than glad to have that kind of fun."

Charthur stopped and turned her head to look up at the old goat, reaching back to give him a gentle tap on the chest while chuckling, "That's a much better response! For a moment I thought you'd be hiding all evening while I treat this with such nonchalance."

Digits gripped onto her rear beneath her skirt causing her to hop as she looked down at the hand groping her rump before turning her gaze up at Radon, "I don't know if I can match your attitude but the least I can do is show my approval."

That touch had been enough of a pleasant surprise but it didn't end there. His other hand moved to take hold of her chin to tip it toward him while he leaned down and planted a peck on her lips. It was a careful kiss, a gentle one that still smacked too much of meekness. Both of her paws came up to grab hold of his cheeks, digits pushing through the fur as she dragged his face closer so their mouths could meet for a proper kiss.

It took a moment or two, but soon the old goat was pressing closer while their lips parted and their tongues meeting. The touch at her rear tightened while the digits at her chin moved away so he could curl an arm around her body and bring her close. Charthur savored the feeling of his eagerness coming through finally, every little movement telling the tale of hunger and desire. While the embrace of their lips continued to deepen, she felt his digits beneath her skirt pushing her underwear aside to catch the feel of her bare rear. Perhaps he was getting too eager but his desires were pouring into her and she could barely resist. Both of her paws moved from his cheeks to feel down his chest to the crotch where she damned the fact that she couldn't feel anything through that thick coat.

Charthur was the first to try and pull away but his arm around her body kept a tight hold while his mouth continued to meld against her own. She purred through the kiss, not minding one bit that he kept there until satisfaction came as a muffled sigh shared between them. Radon pulled his mouth away, arm still holding onto her body while his digits beneath her skirt continued to squeeze her rear.

His arms came away from her bit by bit before he took a step back, clearing his throat as he did so, "Apologies. I lost myself a little bit there. I only meant for that to be a small kiss to show that I was ready to cast off the lie that I was only interested in drinks."

She brought a thumb up to wipe away a stray line of spittle leftover from their kiss at the side of her mouth, her icy eyes watching him. Her chest fell and rose while she caught her breath, mind trying to come up with some sort of witty quip to urge him on or tease him about what had just happened but she ended up simply saying without rhyme, "Hope you continue showing me more of that when we get home."

Radon straightened up and tapped his digits together while smiling, "I...I can certainly try."

With one last peck, the pair headed back to Charthur's home. There weren't many people out this late and even less in the more tightly knit residential districts where the paths wound around and through the buildings. Charthur stopped at her front door but paused while retrieving her compact for a moment to text Jasamby that they were at the front.

As she did, she explained, "My significant other set me up on this game due to a lost bet. He dressed me up and put me on my path to bring us back a friend or come back with my tail between my legs. Won't he be surprised when he sees me with such a catch."

The old goat leaned over and muttered, "Are you certain that your boyfriend will be fine with me?"

Charthur raised a brow before bringing his paw up to give his chin a gentle pat, "Take heart. I'm certain he will approve of your form and personality. Tonight and together we'll make something akin to art."

"My, I don't know if what we'll be doing is art but you certainly know how to encourage someone."

She thought for a moment about the fact that it was his daughter that she used a lot of that encouragement on and she settled on simply stating, "I get practice."

It didn't take long before the front door opened and Jasmaby was standing there wearing a large shirt and a big smile. The thistle tiger's copper fur seemed to shimmer in the light as he stepped out and immediately place a paw on Radon's chest, circling him while humming, "My my, Charthur. I didn't know you were a fan of silver oxes. I'd say that your taste is more refined than I thought with such precious punctuation added to our evening."

Radon blinked, cheeks flustered as he tried to pick through a word or two before twitching his hand up to wave, "Greetings. I uh, didn't expect to be here but I suppose here I am."

Charthur chuckled and took Radon's hand and placed it on Jasmaby's paw, "I'd rather both of you meet properly instead of weird appraisals and meek words. This is that significant other that I spoke of by the name of Jasmaby and this silver ox, as you call him, is Radon."

Jasmaby leaned down to plant a kiss on the back of Radon's hand, purring when he came back up, "Charmed."

She then added with a smile, "Neon's father, or so I've heard."

The thistle tiger looked at her for a few seconds before looking up at Radon, lips curving up into a smirk while he answered, "Is that so? What a devious pick. No doubt you could have left him behind but since he is your choice I'll respect it without a doubt. Now then, would you like me to take your coat Radon? There's no need for formentalities."

Radon rubbed at the back of his head, "The coat is all I'm wearing so I don't know about that just yet." He then tilted his head, staring at Jasmaby for a moment before smiling a bit, "I have to say, I didn't expect to meet you here. I'm familiar with your work and have to say I'm a fan."

Jasmaby blinked, "Really? Well! I suppose tonight you won't have to pay to gander at my keister."

The color on the old goat's cheeks brightened as he coughed, "I meant more of the fashion magazines! There is a grace to your style that I enjoy and I want to keep up for various reasons. Most related to, well, socializing and tailoring. It is a hobby, I suppose?" He then tapped his digits together before muttering, "And perhaps I have seen a few of your shoots as well."

A laugh bubbled from Jasmaby as he took Radon's arm to start tugging the scrapgoat inside, "Interesting hobbies and you should have said the full story in the beginning to leave no questions or curiosities."

Charthur rolled her eyes but followed along with a small smile. They took a stop by the kitchen to grab a few bottles of whatever alcohol they could find before heading deeper into the home to get into her room. There was a bunk bed set against the wall with a writing table nearby and a few dressers. Various bottles and bags dotted the floor around the TV and joining those were the drinks they had gathered. She tossed her compact onto the bed before she reached down for a bottle of the lightest thing she could find. Her eyes then caught the fact that Radon was grabbing the neck of quite the opposite; a flask of whiskey that looked like deep amber mixed in a pool of ink.

Radon saw her look as he squeezed the cap off, "I don't consider myself a heavy drinker, just someone with a lot of resistance to chemicals and what not due to hereditary influence."

Jasmaby picked something near the middle of the road and took a seat on the floor, legs crossed while he reached over to grab a remote and flick the on to get a bit of background noise going, "Here I thought you were going to be too drunk to enjoy the company. Of course, nothing is stopping us from skipping the so-called social lubrications and enjoying the evening in other ways."

The old goat took a seat on the bed and chuckled, "I suppose I'm just trying to lose a bit of the tension I have at the moment. The expectation was to go out, drink, get a few numbers and perhaps find someone who wanted to tag along for something more. I did not, however, expect to meet a daughter's friend and find myself being offered drinks and sex by that friend. I also certainly did not expect to be meeting a celebrity."

While the pair chattered away, Charthur remained on the floor tending to the bottle in paw while watching the old goat. She kept on turning the gears in her mind, staring at his coat while regarding the fact that Jasmaby and herself were barely wearing anything at all.

"Radon." She began with a small smile. Once his attention was on her, she continued, "This number Jasmaby put me in doesn't leave much to the imagination and you've already stated you've seen him in shoots. Isn't it then fair that we get to see what's under the coat; our destination?"

His ears raised for a moment as Jasmaby hummed, "I believe my lover here has a bit of a point. While I can be patient as most, I think I'm dying to see what Charthur has brought home to play with."

The scrapgoat peered at each of them before taking a deep pull of the bottle in hand. When half the contents were gone, he offered it to Jasmaby who took it gingerly and set it aside to watch as the old goat got up and took his coat off. Charthur expected that Radon's embarrassment had to do with what hid between his legs or perhaps his body wasn't what it used to be but she found that both were incorrect, or rather, they were baseless concerns if they existed at all. The old goat had a strong top-heavy form with a slightly rounded body and slender arms and legs. He had a small hunch but nothing substantial that lessened his appearance. Between his legs was an equine shaft hued with the same green in his eyes. It wasn't erect, and yet, it looked large enough that she needed both paws to grab hold. The balls hanging beneath were also sizeable enough to reward with a kiss or two on them, but for now, Charthur watched while her tail flicked back and forth. Jasmaby had also taken to staring, a smile touching his features while Radon took a seat back on the bed. She expected Radon to be brimming with joy since they were sizing him up like a snack but when her eyes trailed upward, she saw that his cheeks were burning with color and his gaze fixated firmly on the ground with a slight droop to them.

Charthur moved to take a seat by his side, planting a paw on one of his thighs while she looked up at him with a big smile, "I don't think that's the kind of look someone with this body should be having. You've given us a peek of what's to come and I think both of us are expecting quite the bedding."

Before Radon could say anything, Jasmaby took to the other side of the old goat to speak, "Darling, please don't tell me you're feeling shy of what you have? Your body and your assets are more than enough to satiate."

The scrapgoat sighed, "You both have no idea how happy it makes me to hear that. Confidence was something I could muster up quite easily when it came to breeding but first encounters always had a buzz of concern when it came to my body. It was something I could always ignore but now that I'm passing my prime I find myself letting irrational thoughts get in the way of enjoying this form of mine."

Jasmaby put an arm around the old goat's body to give him a gentle squeeze while leaning against him, "You might be old but each sign of that age is something beautiful on its own. I can also see the care you've put into your body."

Charthur then added while moving her paw just a bit closer to the goat's cock, "And of course we can't forget that you've got this monster here that isn't in anyway shoddy."

Her lover sighed, "I was about to mention that but as always, you have an eloquence with your words that I could never match." She narrowed her eyes in the direction of Jasmaby who simply stuck his tongue out.

Radon snorted, "I don't know if you both are simply teasing me or if you're being honest. Either way, the words are enough to earn my gratitude and bring some of that confidence back to this mind of mine."

With that said, Jasmaby got off of the bed. He took one last pull of his bottle and set it aside on the writing-table before breathing out, "I think it's time we play with the guest you brought Charthur."

Both of the thistle tiger's paws came down to grab the hem of the shirt he wore, tugging it up until his bare body was on display, slender frame outlined perfectly to show that he hadn't been wearing anything beneath the shirt. Charthur felt over the old goat's reaction, running a digit along the top until she got up and took a step away to let her clothes fall. The skirt went first along with her underwear, her top tossed to the side easily enough. When they both approached the bed again, Radon's cock was already at full length and ready to be used.

Jasmaby placed a paw on her shoulder, urging her down until her face was between the old scrapgoat's legs. One of Charthur's paws moved to feel over a heavy orb, the other coming up to pass over the base of the shaft. Meanwhile, Jasmaby had a paw on the tip, eyes full of mischief and hunger as he reached with a free paw to place it on Radon's cheek drawing the scrapgoat into a deep kiss. The hesitation and shame seemed to melt away from Radon as he dipped into the affection, arm coming around Jasmaby to bring them closer together. Charthur tore her eyes away from the sight of her lover kissing another, heart thumping as she found herself excited from both that and the shaft towering above her face.

Slowly, she leaned in to plant a soft peck on each of those heavy balls, tongue coming out to drag along each before she settled on one to suckle on. One of her paws continued to cradle the orb her mouth wasn't tending to while the other moved up to take hold of the base of his shaft and squeeze, digits wrapping around that beautiful cock with gradual movements. The subtle twitch of his cock against her touch urged her to keep suckling and passing her other paw against the other ball. She could feel how ready he was to breed, to let loose the torrent within but for now he would need to hold back while Jasmaby and Charthur enjoyed his body.

The kiss parted for a moment so Jasmaby could sigh, "I hope any doubt in your mind is melting away. Between your legs is a loyal kitten who will do anything you ask and here I am sharing kisses and more for you, loving what I'm feeling beneath my digits."

He was drawn into another sudden kiss as Radon leaned forward to capture the thistle tiger's mouth with his own. It was a shorter kiss than before but one full of growing heat and desire. When the old scrapgoat pulled away he grunted, "I might not need more pep-talking."

Jasmaby purred, "My, how lovely. I suppose I should be working on this lovely thing then." He said while squeezing the tip of Radon's cock before chuckling, "But tell me, what was it you thought when you saw Charthur. Be honest."

Radon spoke without hesitation, his hand coming up to Jasmaby's head to lower the thistle tiger's lips toward the tip of his cock, "I thought I had found myself a lucky catch. Her outfit was beautiful and short in the right ways. I thought if I correctly solicited myself then I would be golden but then I saw who it was and felt like a fool. Not only because of who she was but because I thought that she might be leaps and bounds above me."

The thistle tiger planted soft kisses along the tip, a few leaving a golden mark from the lipstick before he sighed, "And when she offered you the chance? Were you bustling to go wild?"

"Yes." Said the old scrapgoat with a grunt, "My eyes were on her the entire way trying to figure out if she was serious. One kiss made it nearly impossible to contain myself and I only managed to reign it in due to some sort of amazing feat of self-control or else I might've asked to just take it to one of the alleys."

Jasmaby's digits traced over the older male's rounded belly, claws grazing through the fur while he kept kissing around the shaft, "Oh? And do you regret waiting to go wild?"

"No." Came Radon's response.

Charthur was shuddering underneath them. Her mouth was still suckling carefully at one of his balls before moving to the other with a wet pop but her mind was swimming with embarrassment from the heated compliments peppered onto her by the aged goat she was tending to. There was something exciting about the fact that he had wanted to drag her into an alley to have a bit of fun and she wondered if she would have said no or simply given herself to him. After that kiss out in the open she would have most likely lifted her skirt and asked him to go right there and then but she didn't say a thing. Instead, she brought her mouth away from his balls to plant a kiss at the center, tongue coming out to drag up to the shaft where she continued climbing until her lips were right next to Jasmaby's working the tip. Both of their eyes were looking up at Radon to see the passive movements of his mouth, to watch him sigh and grunt, his digits at the side of the bed tensing to grab hold of the covers.

The pair turned to one another to share a kiss stained by the old scrapgoat's pre, eyes shut as their lips parted and their tongues met. Charthur curled her arms around Jasmaby's body, the thistle tiger doing the same in return to deepen the embrace. It wasn't long before she felt the heated press of Radon's cock against her cheek. An eye opened to see that he was pumping it quietly, watching them while he waited his turn patiently. For now, the lovers enjoyed one another, the kiss continuing as their digits drifted along one another's bodies. Charthur shivered as she felt the other's touch slipping between her legs, sighing as that touch began to wander between her legs to dip two digits inside of her heat. Charthur's paws moved around back to feel over Jasmaby's rear, squeezing and tugging him just a bit closer while a second digit slid inside of her.

While she gasped and squeaked, body arching forward, Jasmaby allowed their lips to part to look up at the old scrapgoat watching them intently and purr, "Which one first and where dear? You could choose to paint us both with that thing but I think you have your mind on other possies."

Radon leaned back and breathed out, "If I'm going to be honest, then I'd love to paint both of you but maybe only after I make sure breed both of you. I mean, if both of you are comfortable with that. I could just settle for mouth or rear if that is a preference."

Jasmaby beamed, "You need only choose which you want to go in first, isn't that right Charthur?"

The digits inside of her were still pushing in deeper, twisting and grinding against her inner walls while she tried to respond with a grunt, "Um, I'd be. Fuck uh, fine with whatever."

That heat curling around her mind from the digits worming inside of her urged her to think about the old goat hanging over her bringing his cock in balls deep and letting loose whatever virile liquid awaited her in those hefty orbs. Her ears drew back as she found herself wanting more than just a few digits pushing against her inner walls but found herself surprised as they were suddenly yanked out and Jasmaby squeaked.

Jasmaby squeaked as he found himself dragged up onto the bed by the arms, Radon moving between his legs to open his mouth and push his tongue inside of the thistle tiger's pussy. Mewls and moans escaped the celebrity feline's mouth while Charthur blinked and watched. She adjusted to the thumping of her heart against her chest from being so readily teased before she crawled up onto the bed to watch with spread legs and big eyes. One of her paws moved between the legs to feel over her crotch while the other grabbed hold of her compact nearby to bring it up and start filming. The old scrapgoat peered over at her with one eye but only did so to move a hand to help her out. Firm digits pushed deep inside of her, two of them spreading as if to prepare her for the stretching she would take from that massive cock.

While one hand was helping Charthur with her own heat, the other clutched around Jasmaby's ankle to keep his leg's spread while Radon's tongue dipped deeper and deeper. Jasmaby's expression continued to be a wide grin with fangs gnashed together. Claws were out and digging against the bed, toes spreading out before curling back in while he continued taking a tongue lashing. Her own legs were curling around Radon's arm to keep those digits firmly in place while she started to rock her hips forward in response to seeing her lover so thoroughly pleasured. Soon enough, the scrapgoat pulled his tongue away to stand, digits still moving to help Charthur while his other hand shifted from the thistle tiger's ankle to take hold of his shaft and ease the tip against the entrance.

Jasmaby managed to catch his breath long enough to purr out, "I don't mind if you go as--"

A gasp cut those words apart along with a groan as half of that thick equine shaft buried itself inside of him. Once it was inside, Radon leaned over and used his free hand to yank Jasmaby on his side by the ankle, tugging him forward with each pull as the old scrapgoat thrust forward again and again to bury more of his shaft inside of Jasmaby's heat. Each thrust produced a loud gasp, her eyes drinking in every little detail of the situation from her lover's lust drunk face to Radon's tight shut eyes and sealed mouth as he focused on working those hips. Faster and faster he went, each push jolting the thistle tiger forward only to be dragged back toward the scrapgoat by the ankle. With the tongue lashing that Jasmaby had taken and the constant grinding of that thick cock inside of him, Charthur saw that it didn't take long for Jasmaby's toes to start curling, eyes fluttering and body pushing forward as he mewled out his climax.

Radon was nowhere near a finish as he continued thrusting at the same pace, eyes open finally so he could lean down to plant a firm kiss on Jasmaby's neck. Charthur herself still had her legs around his arm, her hips moving to grind her heat against his digits while she waited for her turn. One more push and the old goat grunted, Jasmaby's mouth letting out a long groan. She could see Radon's body twitching while he rocked his hips back and forth in small motions. Charthur swore she could see Jasmaby's abdomen growing in size as the old goat's cum filled him to the brim. Even during his orgasm, Radon continued to thrust forward, grinding against Jasmaby's heat while before away to let out a pleasured groan of his own. When he finally stopped, he pulled out just enough that she could see the throbbing of his cock pumping more and more of that thick seed inside of Jasmaby. She kept the camera's focus on that throbbing cock, her body trembling while she watched him finally yank out only to spurt out one last shot on the thistle tiger's side.

Jasmaby rolled onto his back, legs spread, chest rising and falling while one paw came down to feel over his full abdomen while his gaping pussy dripped cum. She could see that Radon's cock was still twitching and near full length. Charthur could most definitely see how he had managed to sire so many children with such capacity and endurance even at this age.

With a breath, Radon got up from the bed for a moment, arm slipping free of her legs so he could stretch, "Give me a bit and I'll be functioning at one hundred percent again. This scrapheap of mine still needs to be stretched now and then after such rigorous exercise."

Charthur set her compact aside while scooting over toward the edge of the bed, "That's fine. Take all the time you need so long as in the end you'll use more strength than that. I'd think a rougher rutting would be divine."

The scrapgoat rubbed at the back of his head, "Really? I'd rather not hurt you..."

"She can handle anything you give her and so can I, so next time don't hold back," Jasmaby said with a purr from his position.

She didn't argue, didn't even try to pretend like that wasn't the case. All Charthur did was grin and stare at the old scrapgoat who approached her to place his cock on her crotch. Both of her legs were up in the air, feet pressed against his chest while she slowly curled back onto the bed until the back of her head touched it and his approaching mouth captured hers. Both of her paws moved up to grab hold of his cheeks to keep him there in that lovely kiss while she felt his cock twitching back to full life. She could still taste Jasmaby's arousal on his tongue, still feel the ambient heat of their kiss melding together with the one happening right now.

When their mouths parted, she felt the old goat adjust himself so his cock pushed against her pussy. She shuddered, ready for what was about to happen when a sudden whisper at her ear caught her off guard, "Save the best for last."

Charthur tried to laugh it off or turn her head away but all she managed to do was feel embarrassed, cheeks burning while she looked down between them just in time to see the tip of his cock spread her open. She breathed out, shuddering, toes curling while she expected him to take his time since he had just finished cumming. Instead, he brought that thick shaft inside of her all the way with one push. Charthur's eyes grew wide, toes and claws stretching out while she felt a mixture of pain and pleasure punching her in the gut. He had at least given her a moment of respite by pausing his advance, his mouth at her neck while she breathed in and out at a steady rate. A mewling groan escaped her as he began to move, hips jolting back before they came forward with enough strength to push the covers up at her shoulders. She could feel his body pressing her hips up enough so he could slam down inside of her while her legs slipped and fell to his sides. Charthur gasped with every thrust, a line of drool coming down the side of her mouth as she gnashed her fangs together and felt heat miring her mind.

Each movement sent a shock of pleasure up her spine that came back down with the cold chill in the form of a type of soreness that only enhanced what was happening. Her arms moved to come around his body to cling as tightly as she could manage while he continued to huff and grunt like a wild animal. The expression on her face slowly changed to a crooked smile while she thought about urging him to go harder but could only come out with a gasp while he thrust inside of her deep enough to bottom out inside of her every time. She thought that he might slow down at any point since she expected his age to play a part in it. Charthur wouldn't have minded one bit and she might've even offered to move herself but whether he didn't need it or he was simply pushing himself, Radon continued to pound away at her heat and her senses.

Still, it wasn't enough and so she managed to dig her claws into his back to get his attention while huffing out, "Your efforts might not be in vain but I can handle more and yet more pain. Grab hold of my neck, yank me here or there, pound harder even if I struggle because I know you can do more." She then added in a softer tone, "But if you need a break then please don't be vain."

Radon paused, leaning back to look down at her with a tilt of his head, "Are you certain? I...I am open to new opportunities but I would regret it if I made any lasting damage."

Charthur took his hand gently by the wrist and brought it up to her neck, squeezing as she said with a smile, "I promise you will not make a lasting mark unless I want it, if it gets too much then my grip will loosen from your wrist. Trust me and keep those digits tightly knit."

The old scrapgoat still had a pensive look, mouth held at a line and eyes searching for something on the bed rather than in her eyes. Despite that look, his digits squeezed a bit tighter on her neck, carefully closing until she felt that it was getting harder to breathe. The pressure added an extra layer to the feeling of the pulsing shaft inside of her. That began to move back and forth as the old scrapgoat's free hand gripped her hips to tug her toward him while he continued to squeeze her neck. She grinned like a fool and arched her back to try and struggled against his grip but he dutifully kept her down both with his hand at her neck and his weight pressing down on her as he started to get into his rhythm again. Each thrust soon jolted her again with the pleasure coming up to crash against the pain she felt of his digits tightening around her.

For her, it was less about the fact that he was squeezing her neck and more about the fact that he was restraining her. Being held down like this meant that she was restricted to what he desired, what he wanted and she had no chance of getting out of it. Doing that with mutual trust involved gave her a thrill like no other and it was something she would rather not admit to many outside of her inner circle. The fact that Radon had seemed so concerned about harming her made it easy to give in to this desire, the fact that he was tensing and loosening his grip on occasion urged her to let loose and allow him to take full control while he buried himself inside of her over and over again.

It wasn't long before the old scrapgoat was getting into it, hips moving like pistons again to drive his cock deep inside of her while his digits had tightened as much as they could to rob her of precious air and keep a secure hold on her against the bed. Any struggle she tried to pull off resulted in her body flat on the bed while her legs curled around his hips to let him keep on pounding. Charthur's insides were tightening, her toes curling as her eyes shut tight and her body thrashed against Radon's hold as if she were trying to violently oppose the climax about to hit her. When it struck, her gripped slipped off of his wrist and immediately, he let go. She choked in a breath before groaning out, her body shuddering as her insides clamped down tightly onto his cock like a vice as if she were milking him and soon enough, his orgasm began. Hot ropes of cum struck her insides as if coming from a pressurized hose. She gasped as the unexpected heat continued to fill her and fill her until she had to question just how long it had been since last he had gone on an evening like this. One of her paws idly came down to feel over her abdomen, purring as she felt it bulging from the amount stuffed into her; an amount that continued to increase by the second.

When he was finally finished, he slowly pulled out of her while sighing, "Are you okay?"

Charthur thought of a clever rhyme or two in her head, mixing them while ignoring the feeling of his cock sliding out until she decided to simply say, "Never better, could have handled it rougher."

Jasmaby got off of the bed with Charthur's compact in paw, "Now didn't you say you wanted to paint us too? I'll be there for the finale but for now, let me commemordate this meeting of ours."

She blinked and sat up on the bed to see Jasmaby pointing the camera at her. What little she drank was still buzzing through her making it a bit less frightening to have a camera bearing down on her. Normally, even in this state, she would have told Jasmaby to keep the selfies to himself but if it was just for a bit of private fun then it wouldn't be so bad.

With a shrug, she got off the bed and onto her knees to nuzzle the old scrapgoat's cock while Jasmaby purred, "Perfect. I need a thumbnail for this pincture for my heart so Radon dear, if you would move a bit to get in a better position so I could catch both cock and my lover's face, then that would be grand."

Radon adjusted himself so he was standing at Charthur's side but his cock was still balanced on her nose. She felt a spot of irritation at Jasmaby's direction but decided to smile and give a victory pose with one paw while the other was holding up the base of the scrapgoat's shaft. Jasmaby snapped the picture before coming over to join her, getting on his knees while wrapping an arm around her waist to hold up the camera and take a group selfie.

The thistle tiger hummed happily and tossed the compact on the bed behind his back before he started to kiss along the length of the shaft. Charthur began to do the same, cool eyes looking up at Radon while she dragged her tongue to the base of his shaft. He was already twitching, one of his hands rubbing over the top to help with their efforts. Jasmaby moved down to start suckling on his balls. Charthur brought herself to the tip to bring it into her mouth, tongue moving over it allowing the old scrapgoat to start pumping his shaft. The air was full of the sound of gentle lip smacks and the occasional grunt from Radon. Tongues moved to dart over his cock and balls giving him the encouragement he needed from the two felines watching him with such curiosity and desire. It wasn't long before the tip was dripping pre.

Both Charthur and Jasmaby moved back to lean against one another, tongues out as the old scrapgoat sighed and squeezed out one last climax. It wasn't as heavy as the ones he had pumped inside of both of them but impressive enough to give them a mouthful and enough to coat their faces and chests with that sticky warmth.

With that finished, all three of them sat in a small circle on the floor, Radon drinking the rest of the whiskey while Jasmaby and Charthur tended to their own drinks basking in the afterglow. She had retrieved her compact and was tapping away at something while drinking, wondering if she should send a particular message or not. She was a light drinker and the alcohol was making it easier to lean toward yes.

Interrupting her decision-making process was Radon with a hum, "Charthur...If you would please, could you explain to me why you enjoyed that? The...The neck grabbing and pinning. I know you said to keep going if you struggled and I didn't hate it but I must admit, I was a bit frightened since you seem so small."

Charthur blinked and tried to think of something to rhyme for this but she didn't feel like she needed it. Either it was the afterglow or alcohol, either way, she explained her thoughts while it had been happening and even added a few extra details about pain. When she finished, she returned, "And what about you? What is it that you enjoy most out of this and why?"

Jasmaby hummed, "I think I'd like to know that too. My reasons are similar to Charthur for pinning, holding biting and what not as the turf tiger in me compels towards compulsive battles, but what drives you?"

The scrapgoat rubbed at the back of his head while muttering, "Well, if I had to pick anything, I think it would be the breeding in general. It is a biological process between two individuals but afterward, it is entirely reminiscent of something mechanical. Conception is a function that can be interrupted by a few variables and I find it interesting."

Her lover was the first to answer with a smile, "I see...I suppose that means Charthur and I should forgo the usual protections to fulfill the night." When she was about to choke on her drink, Jasmaby giggled, "I'm kidding of course." He then narrowed her eyes and purred, "But if we ever need a donor for when the time is right we know who to call."

Radon cleared his throat, "Goodness I feel uh, I should probably head out."

Jasmaby laughed, "Nonsense. Shower with us dear and spend the night. There are still a few more bottles and a morning after to share. You can take the bottom bunk if you don't mind an occasional visitor in the night."

The old scrapgoat seemed flustered enough by that but eventually, he nodded in agreement. While the other two headed to the shower, Charthur was still tapping at the display on her compact finally resolving herself to send the message to a particular friend along with the picture of her and Radon's cock on her face.

Neon was sitting her lab with her eyes half-shut while she stared at a glowing screen, her feline lover leaning against her in another chair with a line of drool falling from her mouth. She paused her late-night working when she saw a message flashing on her screen. With a shrug, she clicked on it to receive it and saw Charthur sending a rare selfie of a fat cock on her face.

With a small smile, she typed, "Had a good evening, huh?"

The message returned soon enough, "Yup about to shower. Your dad was a good lay."

Neon's eyes glitched for a second, her cheeks flushing deep red and her paw coming down hard on the mouse to remove the image from her screen while she thought of every little way she could get back at Charthur. For now, she breathed in and decided to turn off the computer.