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"Well... shit."

My words hovered in the stale air of the hotel room. Initially I considered it a blessing in disguise; with John out for the count for the night, Shaede would still be able to get out of the Désirée costume and enjoy hers. But with the purple feline growling at me, I couldn't help but feel somehow this was going to be a 'my fault' kind of thing.

"Shit indeed." Désirée stepped closer to me, and I could feel the heat of her body radiating through the suit's fur. "I was going to have a nice little conquest this evening. Instead I got snored at." She pulled me away from the door just enough to slam me back against it. "D'you know how INSULTING that is? To be snored at?"

"I-I'm sorry, I'll uh, make it up to you." My mouth was on autopilot, my mind a step behind trying to figure out what I'd said, rather than what I should say next. But with those words I was yanked and slammed again, the grip on my shirt tightening as Désirée moved in, her muzzle rubbing against my nose.

"How - exactly - do you plan on doing that?" There was an air of menace in that question, but suffused with a degree of lust as well.

I had little in the way of options left. Clara should have owed Shaede big time for giving up her Saturday, but with the promise of John as a reward that trade had been relatively equal for both sides. Now without John, someone owed Shaede, and after all; it had been my plan to begin with. Which is why my mouth jumped ahead of my brain again to say "I'm yours until dawn. Whatever you want, just name it."

Désirée stood for a moment, still gripping my shirt tight, a low growl grumbling through her maw with every exhale as I gulped nervously before her. Then with a smile I could hear through the sultry expression of the fur head Désirée grunted "Fine..." then yanked me away from the wall and towards the door. I was barely able to flick it closed as the purple displacer beast dragged me towards the elevator.

I was thrown into the empty space and stumbled until my back met the opposite wall. Désirée mashed the button for the ground floor hard enough that even through the fur it activated, and as the doors closed, she was on me. I felt the latex maw slide around my cheeks for the split second before her hungry lips met mine, then all else was forgotten. Désirée - the real one - had been voracious when we'd had fun, and so had Clara in her more restrained way. But the ferocity and passion behind this Désirée's kiss was something else entirely. I wouldn't claim to understand the need welled up inside Shaede at that moment, but I could certainly feel it through every grunted moan, every smash of teeth, and each nibble of my lower lip that turned to a bite as she withdrew.

By the time we had reached the lobby, we were both panting with desire, but this was a Désirée with a purpose, and no sooner had the doors opened, I was being dragged through into the streets. They were lively - as one would expect for a thriving metropolis on a Saturday night - and fortunately the presence of other suiters along the main drag was enough to allow us to pass by mostly unmolested. One drunkard grabbed a couple of the tentacles and pulled on them to get Désirée's attention, but she didn't miss a beat; spinning around on her heels to punch him clean in the face. "No touching the merchandise!" She barked, the dim light and harsh shadows helping to accentuate the jaw movement as the displacer beast gave the only warning she was going to give that night.

I fell into step beside Désirée, but the grip she had on my shirt was absolute. I was pulled this way and that, not a word spoken to me until we reached a red-lit alleyway. Pushed through a doorway into an adult store, I emerged through the bead curtain into an aisle where I was flanked on one side by rows upon rows of 'personal massagers' and on the other by a frankly absurd number of porn mags. I had barely enough time to get my bearings before the claw once again curled around my shirt and I was hoisted off towards one of the walls.

It was only when I arrived that Désirée took a moment to calm herself and speak to me for the first time since we left the hotel room. "You know her better than me. Choose." I scanned up along the products lining the wall and gulped. Row after row, pack after pack of dildos designed to be worn on a harness. The vast majority were human shaped, and available in a wide array of flesh tones for the discerning customer. However the section I'd been planted in front of was significantly more colourful.

I had to take a moment and think, this was not something I'd discussed with Désirée or Clara previously, and even if I had, a decision like this I would have left to her. But in some weird way as the creator of the suit, somewhere deep down inside I felt it somewhat right that I be the one to choose the displacer beast's endowments.

The range of non-human shapes was rather limited; some cheap equine and canine-like members (though with significantly smaller 'knots' than most of the toys available through the more quality manufacturers) lined the pegs, but after a moment's consideration my eyes were drawn to an electric blue draconic member. Somewhat human in shape, it boasted several ridges down the underside of its eight inch length, along with multiple soft spikes along the edge of its glans. It was as close as I was going to find to something feline, and the shape of the base further confirmed my decision - with a very 'displacer beast' tentacle-like protrusion coming out of both the top and bottom - atop a massive set of balls.

Désirée followed my gaze and spotted the toy as well. "You have good taste." She pulled it off the wall, inspecting the base. I could tell she was smiling from the soft chuckle she released upon turning the false phallus around, showing me the valve where those balls could be filled. She then found an appropriately purple strap-on harness and did her own search of the available dildos. As she picked up a two-way suction cup, it became clear that what I had just chosen was going into me, while whatever else she landed upon was probably going into her.

It took a few minutes but eventually Désirée settled on another draconic member, this one black and red and significantly more expensive. Upon seeing the logo on the packaging, I understood why. "I thought they were only an online thing?" I muttered before being dragged over to the counter.

"They do limited mass-production runs of their most popular toys. You pay a bit more, but don't have to worry about the ineptitude of 'insert delivery service here'..." The saltiness at that last bit seemed born of personal experience rather than humour. I gulped as I saw the total come up on the register. "Oh, and this." A purple hand plonked a litre bottle of cum-lube on the counter next to the paper bag of fun. The cashier looked at me with wide eyes, though I couldn't tell if they were envious or just fearful for the wellbeing of my arse. I took a deep breath, shrugged and waved my card over the eftpos machine. The prompt for me to enter my pin came up, further grinding into me the expense of this evening as the confirmation beep sounded and the receipt was shoved in the bag.

With barely enough time to tell the cashier thanks, I was yanked towards the door and marched through the city streets back to the hotel. Similar to the trip down, the elevator ride back up was spent with Désirée's jaws either side of my face, her tongue wrestling with mine for dominance; and winning.

I swiped my key across the doorlock and the beep heralded our entry. I was initially thrown onto the couch, before being leapt upon by the horny displacer beast. Her body landed on mine with force, all but winding me as her hands slid beneath my shirt, rubber claws scraping up my chest before gently wrapping around my throat. My cock throbbed with need, betraying my otherwise cool demeanour and leading Désirée to chuckle. "Soon my toy, but first I must get ready." She gave my throat a quick squeeze before pushing herself off me. As she turned for the bathroom, I was given one last order. "Make sure the oaf still slumbers."

With the click of the bathroom door behind her, the faux-Désirée readied her new toys, while I rolled off the couch and made for Clara's room. Peeking in, I'm relieved to see that John is still very much asleep and snoring louder than before. Not wanting to take any chances, I grabbed a towel that had been discarded on the floor earlier and rolled it up, placing it against the gap at the bottom of the gently closed door. I don't want John waking up in the middle of it all, trying to explain everything would be... difficult at best.

With that room as soundproofed as I could make it with my limited skills and materials, I retreated to my own room and disrobed. Sitting on the bed I thought over all the various parts of the plan for the evening, and what I should do if John did manage to wake up in the midst of it all. I figured I could tell John that Clara wanted to go out to one of the other room parties, and left the Désirée suit here. It wouldn't be much of a stretch - though embarrassing for me - to play up my desire to sleep with someone in suit, and get permission to use the Désirée suit for that with another friend.

I looked at my watch, it was a little after midnight. I'd not realised how late it had gotten, not that twelve fourteen AM was 'late' by afterparty standards, just that I still thought it was Saturday, not Sunday. My considerations of timing and events were interrupted by the entrance of my lover for the night. Standing proud in the doorway was a well endowed Désirée, running rubber tipped claws up and down her body sensually. I gulped as she placed the nightclub clothes on top of my suitcase.

"Well now Dez," She purred, stepping into the room and closing the door behind her. "I saw how hungry you were for Over's big, juicy cock." She sashayed over to me, the electric blue member bobbing up and down with each step. The crafty beast had taken so long because she put the harness on under the suit, the strap-on pushing through the zipper I'd placed for bathroom access. I wondered what it would look like attached to the murrsuit, pushing through the blue silken slit. "Perhaps you would like a taste of mine?" As I nodded, Désirée stopped several feet from the bed, pointing at the draconic member with both hands.

I knew exactly what she wanted, and I was not going to leave her waiting. Kneeling before her, I took a deep breath and licked my lips. But as I leaned in, Désirée stopped me. I thought perhaps I'd done something wrong, or forgotten to call her Mistress or something. Instead, it was Désirée - or rather Shaede - who had remembered something forgotten.

Désirée reached into the small pile of clothes she'd placed on mine, and retrieved something brown. She held it tightly in her hand, as though debating whether to actually mention it. But with a deep breath, she fell back into the domme state of mind and reached around my neck. I felt the clasp cinch closed perfectly tight against my skin and a realisation crept through my mind. This leather collar was meant for John. Did Clara know? Did Désirée? My mind swam with the implications, but was calmed by the sultry words growled from above. "Best not think about it. If anyone is to be property of Désirée," I stifled a gasp "You deserve it far more."

"Thank you." I moaned, biting my lower lip. "It... I... am honoured." And with that I opened my mouth and sank down on the thick blue cock. The devilish little angel had lubed it up already, but with something a little more minty than the standard. I groaned in amusement as I forced the shaft as deep as possible. The spikes around the head slid down my throat easily enough, and the ridges along its shaft bumped against my teeth with every inch of movement. As I felt my gag reflex struggle to kick in, my lips met purple furry digits.

"Mmmm, my pet..." Désirée moaned down to me, running her free hand through my hair. "So eager. Perhaps you should warm up a bit before taking this delicious cock."

I retained eye contact - though at this angle it would have been difficult to see my lusty expression as I withdrew entirely. "Would Mistress permit me a request?"

I could feel the eyebrow raise in Désirée's voice. "You may..." Hesitance tinged with curiosity poured down onto me as I considered how best to phrase my question.

Some little lightbulb flicked on deep inside me, and something I'd not considered before bubbled to the surface. Everything I've wanted to tell Clara or the real Désirée, I could say it now. Shade would no doubt want me to keep the collar private should Clara prove to not have been involved in its creation, so I doubt she'd relay it back. But even if she did... would that be bad? I kept that thought in mind as I smiled up at Désirée's sultry expression.

"You are my Goddess." I sighed. "I wish to worship you. Every inch." I could hear Shaede moan inside Désirée as she allowed one of her fingers to pull away from the electric blue cock. But I gulped, shaking my head. "Every. Inch."

"If you take my entire length in one go, I'm not entirely sure I'll be able to hold back." Désirée growled approvingly.

"That is a risk I am willing to take." I shot back with a smile.

Désirée leaned down to moan in my ear. "I'll ravage your throat, is that what you want?"

"I am yours. Throat, Arse, Cock. All. Yours." My words must have struck a chord as almost immediately Désirée straightened up, guiding my head to her rubbery phallus until my lips pressed against its tip. Opening my mouth, I allowed her to fuck it.

The glans pushed past my tongue and down the back of my throat as it had before. My gag reflex poised to strike, but now somewhat numbed by the cool minty gel lubricating me with every inch. I groaned at the sensation as I felt more ridges bump past my teeth than had before until my lips were pressed against the rubbery tentacles at the base of the cock. However Désirée didn't stop pushing, her groans growing more audible as she pressed the faux member as deep into my gullet as she could, riding the waves of pleasure from her own insertion pointing back the other way.

Withdrawing just before my tempered constitution could give up and repeat dinner on us, I stifled my gasp for air, and instead licked the lube around my lips. I breathed heavily through my nose as Désirée caught her breath. "Does my Goddess approve?"

"Oh fuck, Dez." Désirée moaned, running her fingers through my hair before clenching tightly. "I'm going to ruin you." She pushed me back into position and I opened wide, ready for whatever the sexually charged beast had in mind. She pushed my face down all the way to her belly, forcing the length down my throat at double the speed than before. She then pulled back so my lips were wrapped around the glans before thrusting forward with her hips.

The rubbery nubs along the glans pulled back against my throat deliciously. It stoked my gag reflex to borderline panic, but scratched an itch I never knew was there. I wanted that cock. I needed it. And not just for its quality of manufacture. Seeing Désirée attached to the other end was more erotic than I could have ever imagined.

Further consideration of anything other than contentment was blasted from my mind as both the pace and force of Désirée's strokes increased. What started as my head being pulled onto her shaft quickly turned into my head being thrust into with piston-like efficiency. As soon as I realised the rubbery tentacles wouldn't smash my teeth if we went harder, I surprised my Domme by using what little movement I could muster during strokes to push hard against the last inch or two before she bottomed out.

That made a whole lot of difference; Désirée's breathing became more erratic and her fingers curled up at the back of my head, clenching and unclenching. If I wasn't mistaken, the events of the night had finally caught up to the displacer beast, as she growled her way to the edge of an orgasm.

Which is why to my surprise - though given my track record regarding luck and timing, it really shouldn't have been - Overwulf chose that moment to open my bedroom door carrying a barely conscious Désirée.

"Shit!" Over exclaimed.

"Fuck!" Désirée growled

"Dizzy..." The other Désirée moaned.

Before I could push the more equipped Désirée over the edge into her much needed climax, I was pushed to the side so Over could place his passenger on the bed. She landed on the mattress with a creaky thump, and Over arched his lower back, stretching from the exertion.

"Dizzy..." Désirée moaned again.

"Better suit up, champ." Over chuckled, placing a paw on the standing Désirée's shoulder.

But he was shrugged off. "Fuck no." She growled. "He's mine! After my night-"

"Dizzy?"

I sighed, looking between Overwulf and his costumed partner. Even under the large furry heads one could tell they were having their own little staredown. And beyond them, visible through the door to the bathroom was my Dizzy murrsuit. Which is when it hit me. "You heard Désirée." I smiled, glancing at both of the displacer beasts. "Go find Dizzy." I flicked my head to the side, indicating the bathroom and I heard Over take a deep breath.

"Are you sure?" he asked after a moment's pause. It occurred to me that the fur had probably gotten used to using his knotted silicone cock when in suit, and with the exception of more intimate moments with Shaede, he probably hadn't been 'naked' inside another person in a while.

"I mean, I have protection in my-"

"No." He corrected me. "About being Dizzy. About... well..." He gestured to the writhing fur on the bed, still mumbling Dizzy's name.

I nodded, scaling the bed to lie beside my friend. I gently removed the head to reveal a flushed and somewhat concerned looking Clara. "Hey there..." I warbled soothingly "Are you okay if Dizzy shows up while I'm still here?" She looked at me a little confused, no doubt trying to figure out how one could be in two places at once. But then I saw her gaze pass mine to see Désirée standing behind me, and it seemed to click. Clara looked at Over, bit her lip and nodded. "I'll be right beside you, holding your hand, okay?" She turned to me and nodded again.

Overwulf took a deep breath, turned to Désirée, shrugged, and made his way to the bathroom. The displacer beast indicated for me to follow him, her climax sufficiently faded that waiting a few more minutes while I helped Over into the Dizzy suit would make little difference. Meanwhile she helped get Clara out of the rest of the Désirée suit, given I'd used the same connections and such for both; with the exception of the detailed suit's lack of 'bits'.

Over was a fair bit taller than I was, but I'd made the Dizzy Murrsuit with a bit more give to ensure maximum flexibility in the bedroom. It's amazing how much of that gets hidden under layers of padding and wrinkled fabric. It took a bit of strategic wriggling to get his arms in and torso zipped up, but once on, he remarked as to how well it fit, despite being so snug. I looked from him to the pile of padding I had to remove to accommodate his muscles and gave a sheepish grin. With a few more tugs and alignment of velcro, I was staring at... myself. Or part of me at least. Dizzy stared back, and seeing the wonder in my eyes, leaned in for a kiss.

His jaws parted around my head, the long muzzle grinding its rubbery teeth down my cheeks until soft lips met mine. He kissed me with a similar hunger I had been shown by our alternate Désirée earlier. It was amazing, it was magical, and it was far more arousing than I could have ever imagined. As he pulled away I moaned aloud, a new kink arising within me, and it would be very hard to explain to anyone else. But I didn't have time to dwell on the sensations bubbling within me, as Dizzy grabbed me by the arm and pushed me back into the bedroom.

I was nudged towards the bed, and took my place beside Clara without being told to. She'd been stripped down, and I could tell Désirée had been wanting to mount her through the entire process given her fidgeting while I got comfortable. Then as soon as Dizzy had passed her, I had my knees grabbed, Désirée manipulating me into place. I looked down to the glistening tool poking proudly from her pelvis and realised she'd lubed up. I still felt a little loose from the pounding I'd taken earlier, but I was more than grateful for her forethought.

Dizzy stepped up beside her, his human cock standing proud between her legs. I wasn't sure if he'd be taking his sheath off, but his attempt to 'feel' the part must have won out. He lined himself up with Clara, who was already on her back like myself with her knees up and legs spread, waiting for her bear to fill her. I looked over and noticed she was wearing the 'Property of Dizzy' collar. I couldn't help but smile, which she returned upon noticing me looking at her. Then her eyes drifted down to my neck, the 'Property of Désirée' collar tightly bound to me. Clara's eyes went wide at the sight, looking at me, then the displacer beast lining herself up between my legs. But I could see behind that sparkle of curiosity to the fiery passion beneath. I couldn't tell if it was anger or lust, but I knew from that point on my relationship to the real Désirée would be quite different. I reached out to take Clara's hand, and we gripped tight as our alternate selves pushed into us.

It was almost transcendental watching the lewd act unfold. There I was, slamming my hips into Clara's, yet here I was holding her hand laying on the bed next to her. Deep down I knew the truth, but in the dim light and lusty haze of the early morning hours I couldn't help but lose myself in the fantasy. I knew Clara was moaning for Dizzy with every thrust of his cock, despite the suit's inhabitant. A sharp tug on my member brought my own predicament back into focus, Désirée having wrapped a paw around my shaft to get my attention. "You can stare at Dizzy's cock another time, pet." I gulped, heart racing as I stared up at my newfound Mistress. "But for now, you will pay attention to me."

I nodded, biting my lip as I steeled myself for the ordeal ahead. I knew her rule without her having to speak it. "You cum first." I moaned, opening my legs a little wider. I felt the cool tip of the lubed member press against my puckered hole and push. One quick and deep breath is all I got before the sexually charged displacer beast set her pace. Long strokes ending with a hard slap of silicone balls against my arse took my breath away as Désirée filled me.

When I was finally able to unclench my eyes, I noticed Clara staring at me with the same awe I must have had staring at Dizzy only moments prior. Given the comatose state of fucked Désirée had been in upon arrival, I wasn't surprised to see no trace of her in my friend's eyes, but come morning I knew she would be demanding answers and asking a whole lot of questions.

A particularly harsh thrust snapped me back to my situation as I winced through the impact one of the silicone tendrils - surely meant as a clit pleaser - became a ball smasher in my partner's devilish hips. Though when I looked up at her with a glint of concern in my eyes she was quick enough on the uptake to stay her punishment. "Dizzy." She held a hand out to slow the pistoning hips of her partner in crime. I did feel a little embarrassed that all eyes were on me as it seemed that one look had brought the party crashing down. Clara looked up at the faux Désirée, puzzled. "Des seems a little conflicted still." She turned to Clara, who was blinking herself out of a fucked-drunk stupor. "Clara, sweetie, this will be the last time we ask you: Is this okay?" She gestured to the four of us, my alter ego with his cock twitching between Clara's legs, and hers between mine.

Clara took a deep breath, leaned up, looked from Dizzy to me, then back to Désirée. Then with the most sober voice from her mouth I'd heard in several days she moaned "Ram that cock, up his ass. And cum gallons..." That wasn't Désirée speaking through my friend, that was her own voice. Clara gave the order.

Seeing the look of concern drain from my face to be replaced by the look of a man who's actions just became consequences, Désirée leaned in close to whisper "You heard the woman. Gallons."

Dizzy was first to hilt his prize, Clara moaning his name loudly before having a pair of fuzzy fingers jammed into her mouth. My freezing in panic at the thought of John waking up did not ease Désirée's entry. Though despite my shocked tensing, given the passage was heavily lubed, with a grunt and a rough heft of my legs, she managed to slam her way inside me.

I was barely holding on before, it could have been the abstract absurdity of the situation, the edging I'd been enduring all night, or the risk of this all happening within two walls of Clara's husband. But I was back to that edge, and riding it hard. Every stroke I had to remind myself what was at stake, the sacrifices both Shaede and I had to make for the night to go off 'without a hitch', as well as the inevitability of several hitches introducing themselves at the worst possible times.

Fortunately I was still paying enough attention to notice Désirée's thrusts begin to falter, her breathing becoming staggered and her posture beginning to hunch. When I felt one of her legs tremble I knew it was time. With her palms planted on the bed near my hips I quickly slid my legs in behind her waist and pulled her body tight against mine. Initially she recoiled, my unexpectedly dominant move coming far from left field. But as I spoke, she knew my intent. "Cum for me, Mistress. I am yours to claim." She grabbed my hips and pushed as far forward as she could manage, a deeply inhaled breath announcing the displacer beast's climax.

But I couldn't stop there, I needed to prove my worth. I began gyrating my hips, forward and backward, pushing that cock buried in Shaede's pussy up and down in the process. I didn't need to guess whether it was having the desired result, as a low, grumbling moan began to fill the room. Thinking quickly, I begged, "Kiss me." Désirée's maw shot down upon mine at breakneck speed, engulfing my cheeks as the lips within met mine. And before I could demonstrate the passion burning within me via the skilled use of my tongue, my mouth was suddenly filled with scream. The noise erupted at first from her throat, but it was soon joined by my own low growl as I subconsciously attempted to match her actions with my own.

As the noise died down and a new lungful of air was acquired from my purple and blue lover, I noticed Dizzy and Clara staring in amazement at what they had just witnessed. I could tell from the look in Clara's eye that she'd no doubt be wanting to try that at some point, not that I'd be able or willing to stop her. Dizzy on the other hand was much harder to read for obvious reasons. But after only a few seconds of stunned silence, he picked up where he'd left off, grabbing Clara by the hips and pistoning away with a newfound vigour.

Désirée collapsed on top of me, her cock still buried inside as we both stared at the display beside us. It was the first time she'd seen Clara - rather than Désirée - get railed, and I could only wonder what she thought of the situation. The whole concept of Shade-not-Shade watching Over-not-Over fuck someone else was something I'd not considered until that moment. I wondered if there was anything she was holding back saying so as not to ruin the illusion, and how much she wanted to join in. As if reading my mind, a rumbling growl erupted in my ear "Mmmmm, that looks very, very fun."

I just smiled and sighed back "Yes it does." Treating it like an out of body experience, I watched as Dizzy repeatedly drilled Clara. The mixture of other fur's juices splattered across both her and the polar bear as their experience rose to its own climax, Clara's grip on my hand suddenly becoming vice-like signalling her peak while the grunted final thrust of Dizzy's signalled his. Clara's face went bright red as her silent scream built in intensity, the merest whimper of relief breaking it into haggard panting. I squeezed her hand back and she looked at me with pure contentment. She wanted a good first-con experience, and it seemed as though I was doing a bang-up job.

Dizzy's growl turned to a groan as he gave Clara's legs one last scrape with the silicone claws, leaving faint red marks that would lead anyone's eyes to the cum-splattered belly and overflowing honeypot. He stumbled a little, backing up before catching himself on the doorframe. Désirée instinctively pulled herself off me, stepping over to make sure he was okay and pulling the spiked cock out of me in one go in the process. I gasped as my passage was suddenly blasted with cool air, making me somewhat regret the displacer beast's choice of 'mint' lube. She realised what she'd done and went to apologise, but remained in character and just gave me a slap on the arse instead.

Clara lay next to me moaning quietly with a goofy smile as Over sorted himself out. Shade I assumed would take Désirée back to their room, and in a matter of minutes the two were wandering off arm in arm. I knew I'd be getting the suit back clean, but I'd have been fooling myself if I'd have thought that they wouldn't be getting every last bit of mileage out of that decked out Désirée while they could.

As soon as the two were out and the hotel room door closed, I considered my options regarding Clara getting into her room. The two rooms were joined by the bathroom, so the logical choice would be for her to go to the loo, then return to her bed. All I'd have to do is remove the towel from in front of their door and pray John stayed asleep through the whole ordeal. Clara agreed with a sigh, the night's fun well and truly over as she pulled herself off my cum-stained bed to clean herself up.

I did my best to redress my bed and give the place a once over with some scented fabric spray. By the time I got back to bed, Clara had gotten back to hers. I lay in bed, smiling. I was a little disappointed I'd not climaxed with the rest of them, but I couldn't deny it was an amazing night. I debated as to whether to send Shaede a text regarding Désirée's promise to give me 'Gallons', but thought better of it. Either they were mid rut, or sleeping the night off, and I didn't want to disturb either act. So with a yawn and one final stretch, I turned down for the night.

The sounds of a somewhat regretful - and most likely quite hungover - John echoed throughout the hotel room. I hauled myself out of bed, glaring at the clock in the process. "Seven thirty? Are you fuckin' serious?" I groaned. No person should have to be up at half seven on a Sunday morning. I found some pants and a shirt, pulling them on to make myself at least borderline decent before stumbling out into the lounge room. There, taking up the entire couch was John, a plastic bag filled with ice resting on his head.

I wandered over to the small plastic box on the kitchen counter that had all my tea and coffee stuff in it, and pulled out a container of blue Powerade powder and some yellow Berocca. I heaped a spoonful of the sports drink into three glasses, following them with a tablet in each, then filled them with water. Giving each a stir, the blue concoctions slowly turned green as yellow bubbles burst on the surface. I handed one to John. "Drink up. It'll help."

"That... does not look appetising." He grimaced at the fizzing beverage.

"Trust me, it's not as bad as it looks." I waited for him to take a sip, the grimace turning into a wince before he accepted his fate and took a larger swig. "I call it the 'Witches Brew'. For obvious reasons."

"Wuz obveeuz?" Clara groaned as she made her way into the livingroom. I handed her a glass and she downed it in one gulp before walking over to the kettle and flicking it on.

"So..." I desperately wanted to ask John about what he remembered of the night before, but I knew he wouldn't say anything "Breakfast? Should be served beh-aaaaahn... by now." I yawned attempting to blink myself into a higher state of consciousness.

"European?" John asked through his hangover haze.

"Yep. Enough bacon and danishes to kill a small elephant." I had no idea what I was saying at that point and instead of continuing or explaining what I mean, I just groaned, making my way to my room to become a little more presentable. It took me a few minutes to get decent enough to enter a public area, but it took John and Clara close to a half hour. By eight we were headed to the restaurant on the second floor, and after one relatively silent elevator ride we found ourselves surrounded by similarly sorry-looking individuals. Several had headphones on, just trying to drown out any excessive noise, while others were sipping coffee and acting like it was some sort of ambrosia.

We found a table for four and took a seat, deciding to chill out there while they got their food first. While Clara and John made their rounds of the various buffet containers, I spotted Arthur and Jack at another table seated next to a very tall muscular man. As soon as Jack saw me he waved enthusiastically, pointing to an empty seat. I smiled and waved back, indicating my two hotel roomies making their way back to the table. He pouted a little, but blew me a kiss anyway. "Who's that?" John asked, smiling out the side of his mouth.

"Just a Fox thinking he's sly." Something inside Clara's memory caught on my words as she looked over to the trio. Then the realisation hit when she saw how massive the third member was and she sat down with a knowing smile. It was my turn to acquire food, so I got up and made my way over to the line of deliciousness. I picked out some bacon, hash browns, sausages and egg, then slathered all of it in maple syrup before making my way to the fresh fruit. Before I could so much as think about heaping some into a bowl I was attacked from the side by an unexpected Dani.

"Dez!" She hugged me tight before looking up to me, joy in her eyes. It felt kinda nice having someone look at me like that. I put my high-cholesterol plate down to reciprocate the embrace.

"Dani, how's your weekend going?" I smiled down at the mess of chestnut hair nuzzling into me. "Are you okay?"

Dani hesitated a moment before pulling back, looking a little embarrassed. "Sorry, just still on a bit of a high... from yesterday..." She smiled up at me, her face going a little red. Wanting to change the subject, she cleared her throat "So, I just got here, where're you sitting?" I pointed to John and Clara, the latter of whom spotted me pointing and waved. "Mind if I sit with you?"

"No, go for it." I smiled, before realising the breakfast conversation was about to get a whole lot more interesting.

"Excellent! I'll be there after I load up." She jokingly gestured to my plate. "Someone's got an appetite."

"Oh, my appetite is huge." I waggled my eyebrows at her as she sashayed her way to one end of the buffet. Somehow I knew the extra emphasis on her amazing hips was meant for me. After acquiring some fruit and yoghurt, I balanced that bowl on my plate so I could carry a glass of orange juice and cup of coffee in my other hand back to the table without having to make a second trip.

Setting the food down I pulled up my chair and sighed. The final day of the con was upon us. "So, gonna have one of my friends join us in a sec." John nodded to my statement as he continued tearing up his pancake, while Clara gave me a curious sideways-glare. "Lack of seats." I said, hoping to address whatever question Clara wanted to ask, and apparently failing given how her glare changed. But we needn't have waited long, as I'd not so much as gotten my fork into a maple-drowned rasher before another plate was placed upon the table, piled high with hash browns and fried eggs. "John, Clara, this is Dani." I said, smiling my way through a sigh.

"Pleasure." John said, smiling up at the freckled figure. Who was doing her best to smile back with wide eyes, not that John seemed to notice.

But Clara did. "Any friend of Des'." Clara smiled, holding a hand out for the women to shake.

"So..." Dani offered, sitting herself down opposite John "What's in store for your respective Sundays?"

I shrugged, thinking of the limited number of panels that interested me. "I might make my way to the animation panel, but other than that it's just winding down and heading to the Auction later."

"Well-" Clara swallowed hard, forcing some bacon down before it had been chewed properly and coughing a little in the process. "I- urp... sorry. I was gonna take John through Artists Alley, give him a bit of a taste of the fandom."

"That's right, Des mentioned this is your first con." Dani beamed between bites of hash brown. "Sho, whatsha shink so fah?"

John took a swig of his coffee before answering. "It's... interesting. A lot more full-on than I was expecting." Silence befell the table as John seemed to feel no need to elaborate, Dani and I both noticing the 'look' Clara was trying not to give anyone as she focused on her food. Realising everyone was expecting more, but unwilling to provide, John passed a question back to Dani. "What about yourself? What's your plan for the day?"

Dani had made a frankly obscene dent in her pile of hashbrowns, and explained after wiping a little bit of egg from the corner of her mouth "Work. Got a stall in the alley. I have a bit of time early on though, I could give you a bit of a tour if you'd like."

Clara looked to me for an answer, but saw only my attempt to hide the manic grin spreading across my face. Perhaps mistaking that for my insistence, she nodded "Sure, sounds like a great idea."

"Excellent!" Dani all but shouted, finishing the last of her breakfast and sending a few pieces of potato in my direction. "Heh, sorry. Well," She pulled herself away from the table, taking her plate with her "I have a couple things to check on before I can play guide, so how about I meet you back at your room in - what - a half hour or so?"

"Uh," The rest of the table seemed to have decided I was the one whose turn it was to speak, so I made a decision. "Sure. Half an hour."

"Oh, you should bring Dizzy!" Dani squeaked excitedly. "You've no idea how well your little speech on the panel went down the other day. Everyone's asking about you." It was John's turn to look confused as he had no idea what was going on. But instead of asking about it he nodded and went back to eating.

"Sure. Yes, Dizzy it is." I breathed deep. If they were going to have a wander around, I'd have to be right alongside them, with Clara as my handler probably. I could ask Dani, but she'd have to get to her stall eventually, customer orders to fill and so on. And going solo wasn't impossible, just not as easy with the limited visibility in Dizzy's head. I was about to wave Dani goodbye but she gave me a kiss on the top of the head before I could turn to her properly. And then it was just the three of us.

"She seems nice." John said, finishing the last of the toast on his plate, using it to wipe up the last of the tomato sauce and beans. He put his cutlery down and patted his stomach. "Right, that filled a hole."

Clara followed suit, finishing the last of her yoghurt. "Yep. Why don't we head back and get our showers out of the way while you finish up?"

"No probs, I won't be long." I stared at the veritable lake of maple syrup surrounding the islands of savoury food still left on my plate. "Maybe." John stacked Clara's dishes on his before heading to the dirty dish drop-off area, with his wife in tow. I waved as they left before focusing on finishing my own food.

It didn't take long to finish, though I wish I had the time to head over to the twins and have a decent chat. But I was on a time limit, so I made my way back up to the room as quickly as I could. When I got there, Clara was already in the shower and I could see John rummaging around in their room. I ducked into my room to start organising the Dizzy suit when I spied the black bag I'd acquired on the first day. I had completely forgotten to give it to Clara after our fun, and after the fun with the inflatable Dizzy the next day, I'd moved it to my room.

Taking a mental note of it, I shut my door and began to get ready. I probably should have been the first one in if I was going to properly suit up, but given I spent so long finishing breakfast, I'd just have to go without. I opted for the high detail suit, and began with my underarmour. After that it was the camel-pack freshly filled with water and the wrist straps with my room key on one side and bank card on the other. Then the suit proper: body, feet, head and hands.

By the time I was all suited up, Clara had left the shower, and John had replaced her. I figured I'd ask her if everything was on okay, my want to impress Dani bubbling to the surface with some nervous tension. I knocked on her bedroom door and while at first she opened it only a crack, as soon as she saw Dizzy she grinned wide and burst through to give me a hug. "Dizzy!" Came the muffled cry from my chest fur as I returned the embrace.

"Heya Clara," I growled, the next words already forming on my tongue before I could stop them "Recovered from last night?" I could feel her chest puff out as Clara gasped. She looked up at me, only barely able to see her wide eyes as she thought about her response.

"Barely." I couldn't tell if she meant 'barely' or 'bearly', cursing my inability to see her smile at this angle. "Thank you for that... gift."

I knew she was talking about what I had to do to get things to work out last night, though I'd yet to tell her the full story. But thoughts of the bag in my room suddenly snapped back to me. "Well, I have more gifts, if you would like them."

"Oh really?" She asked, the wry tone making its way through the fur with syrupy ease.

"Would you like to see?" I remembered John was a wall away in the shower, so made my way quickly to the bag, holding it out for Clara to take.

She took one look inside and blushed, pulling out the rabbit tail and plug. "Really?" I gestured for her to look further, pulling out the ears. She looked at them curiously before finding the seam along the back where they would open up. "Uh..."

"You put your hair in there, then when you close it up, the clips keep it in place, and the tapered base keeps the ears pointed up. There's also, uh-" I took one ear off her, bending it to show off it's poseability "some wire in there? So you can y'know, bend it to the right shape." She looked over the contents of the bag as the sound of the shower stopped. As she turned away to go back to the bedroom and keep getting ready, I could have sworn I saw the hint of Désirée's mischievous eyes glancing back at me.

With her door closed and hearing John enter their bedroom through the bathroom door, I took my turn in the steamy room, checking in the mirror that everything was on right. It all seemed to be sitting fine, but I brushed out some of the fur around my arms to better hide the glove seam. Satisfied, I made my way back out towards the living room.

Clara's door opened to reveal her sporting the bunny ears and a tail pinned to the waistband of the skirt she'd worn to Club Nitrous our first night here. She was also wearing the collar. I gulped. John was striding up to me, not threateningly, but there was a bit of determination in his stride. "So Des-"

"Dizzy." Clara interrupted, coming up behind him. But John had a question he needed to ask, and he wasn't about to question his words with semantics.

"What's this 'Property of Dizzy' stuff about?" He'd stopped pretty close to my muzzle, attempting to look through it to my face beyond. Fortunately I'd been thinking about this myself ever since I realised she'd taken the collar into her room with her the night before.

"Have we talked to you about 'handlers' yet?" I asked, Clara shaking her head a little embarrassed. John looked to her then me, eyes seeking further explanation. "So when a 'suiter goes out, it's best for us to have a 'handler' with us. Someone who can help talk to other people for us. Y'know, so it doesn't ruin the illusion for kids and... well, anyone else really. I'm suited up, so Clara'll be my handler."

"And the collar?" He insisted, clearing his throat.

"If event staff come up to me asking about whether Clara can speak on my behalf, she's got the collar to prove it."

"And why aren't you wearing a 'Property of Clara' collar?" John sounded like he was being talked into a corner, clutching at whatever straws he could. Fortunately Clara would come to my aid.

"Don't be silly, you can't collar a polar bear." Her voice was cheeky, and I could sense Désirée may have been behind that little notion.

It was only a moment of thought before he had another retort. "Well, why weren't you wearing one last night, weren't you her 'handler' at the club?"

"Dude." I said flatly. "You're here, I figured you'd be handling your wife." Clara snickered, and John went a bit red. Which is when an idea flashed through my mind. "But, to prove a point..." I sidestepped into my room, rummaging around on the counter to find the gift I'd been given last night. I handed the collar to John, the words 'Property of Désirée' engraved on one side of the tag. "It goes both ways. Can't really collar a Displacer Beast either." I took the collar back, lightly tossing it onto my pile of clothes in the suitcase. "And neither of us wore collars for the Parade as there were official handlers out there helping everyone out."

John took a couple deep breaths thinking it over when there was a knock behind us. With raised eyebrows and a long exhale, he just muttered the words "Okay... okay." before heading for the hotel room door. A very happy looking Dani was on the other side, who immediately dashed past John to give me a hug, unknowingly mimicking Clara from only a few minutes prior.

"Dizzy!" The moan came from my chest as I hugged her tight.

"Dani, my favourite vendor on the Citadel." The muffled chuckle proved she got my reference as I gave her a quick squeeze before releasing her from my embrace.

She sprang out to give Clara a similar hug before turning to the rest of us. "So, Tour time?" We all nodded so Dani grabbed John and Clara by the hands, dragging them through the door. "Excellent!"

I followed along behind, and in no time at all we were in the barely opened Artists Alley. I didn't get the best look at John's reaction to the space filled with anthro characters in poster, book, and physical form. Though given the look on Clara's face, I assumed it was one I wished I'd gotten to see.There were stalls covered in statues, some with fursuit parts and others with CDs and DVDs of assorted media. Books of all kinds - graphic novels, regular novels, illustrated works, and even manga learning resources - covered an entire aisle, while canvases and digital displays showed off the more visual end of the creative spectrum in another.

"Wow, I... huh..." John was stumbling for words. "Uh, So, uh... so where's your stall?" He asked, desperately needing something to focus on in the mess of anthro art before him.

"Oh, that's in a different area." Dani said plainly. Come, I'll show you. She dragged John away, with Clara looking at me a little confused. They were headed away from the main aisles to a side door. I knew what was coming, and my inner self fought as to whether I wanted to see John's reaction to the Adult area, or be as far from it as possible so as to not have to answer his questions. But the die was cast, as the two ahead of me made their way through the door.

As soon as John and Dani entered the space I could hear a gasped "Thefuck?" From John. Clara moved to follow but I pulled her back quickly.

"Uh, what's beyond that door is not 'kid friendly' I growled as diplomatically as possible. It was breaking 'the rules' but I had to make sure. I'd been so lax on my promise to protect them here, at the very least I could keep the little ones from being compromised.

I felt an arm wrap around mine as Clara pulled in tight to me. I looked down to see her red face blinking at the door. "It's okay, they're inside." She said, before pushing the door back open. There was a sharp intake of air as she stared at the assortment of lewd costumes, toys and not safe for work imagery. Her fingers squeezed my arm as she took in her surroundings.

Dani was pointing an assortment of things out to John while Clara and I stood back, but after a few words exchanged, he turned to Clara eyes pleading for help. I couldn't have been sure, but I think Désirée may have spoken up "You have a look around, see if anything takes your fancy. I have to... babysit." Whether John believed the whole DiD thing or not, he knew what that terminology meant and tried to put a brave face on as Dani dragged him deeper into the throng.

I leaned in close, curiosity getting the better of me as I saw Clara shake her head, proving my prior assessment as to the owner of the voice true. "I thought you said the little ones were-" When she looked up at me, I could see pure lust within her eyes and everything clicked into place. Désirée had just bought us a few minutes. Two parts of me battled for control of the situation. By far this was riskier than the unconscious John the night prior, let alone any passers-by. But when Clara ran a finger up to tug on her collar, all resistance from the logical part of me just faded away.

I looked along the bank of windows behind which the adult area lay, and realised it was one-way glass. Spotting another door further down that wall, I grabbed Clara by the collar and made our way down there. I thanked the gods as my large furry paw was able to turn the knob, opening it and allowing the convention space's light to pierce the darkness inside. I part pushed, part flung Clara into the room and closed the door behind us, hoping nobody had seen us. We stood there a moment, waiting for security or a curious furry to wander over, but when it was clear we had made it without being spotted, Clara leapt into my arms.

My rubbery claws scratched along her neck and down her back as I pulled her into a tight hug. Then with a decent grip I lifted her up by the arse, the bunny-eared woman wrapping her legs around my waist as my maw descended upon the nape of her neck. Her whorish moans turned to a gasp as my lips met her skin, before growling my approval. Unfortunately, as much as I wanted this to be a powerful and long-endured orgasmic event, I knew we had little time.

So with a light nibble - enough to be felt but not leave a mark - I lowered Clara and turned her to face the window. "See all those people out there?" I asked, gesturing to the flocks of furs and other assorted folks wandering around the space. "I wonder what they would think if they knew I was about to fuck you stupid just a few feet away..." I pushed her face up to the glass, forcing her to look at them and not me.

"Th-they'd wish they were me..." Clara moaned, pushing her arse out to press against my restrained manhood. And damn did it feel wonderful. I felt the same sort of excitement as when Désirée and I had built a branch fort on her second outing and began fooling around inside.

"Because of this?" I asked playfully, pressing my hardon against her hungry hips. My paws slid down from Clara's head to grip her waist, my own hungry hips gyrating along her gropeable arse.

"Mm-hmm..." The hummed response prompted me to give a quick thrust, her hands pressing against the window as mine wrapped tightly around her waist. I slipped them further down towards her mound, grazing my rubbery claws against her panties before pulling them aside. "W-... wait." Clara muttered, pushing me back a little. I resisted the urge to put my dominant foot down and scold her for the command, and it seemed as though that's exactly what she was expecting. But I'm glad I gave her a chance to explain herself.

I must admit when I saw what lay beneath her skirt, I let out my own little gasp of shock. Clara lifted the miniskirt to reveal a lacy blue pair of panties, which when drawn aside I could barely make out in the darkness a small black circle with a little ring pull on the end. A ring pull I recognised as being attached to the butt plug that came with the now covered tail. Clara looked at me, biting her lip expectantly. "I see." my growled response reverberated through the empty room's air. I revealed my own surprise with a well timed zipper, my member springing forth to slap against Clara's cheeks. A needy yelp was all I heard from my little plaything as she presented herself a little better for me.

Hooking a claw through the ring and wiggling it about I managed to get a decent grip and began to pull. "Fuck... Dizzy, p-pull harder." I saw grinning inside the suit as I felt Clara wriggle and writhe with my teasing, pulling a little before releasing. An impatient whimper reminded me of our time limit, so I put a bit more force behind my tug and eventually - with a quaint sucking sound - the plug was released. "Gods..."

I could see a glistening from the lube that she'd used to get the plug in there, still coating her insides. So without waiting - after quickly placing the plug on the little ledge in front of the window - I once more grabbed her by the waist and pushed my hips forward. I was not sure how much she'd used to get the plug in there, so at first I kept the pace slow. The first few inches were nice and loose thanks to the plug, and quite easy going. But about halfway in it became much harder to proceed. We each let out a moaned sigh as I halted my advance, keeping my twitching length halfway inside Clara so we could acclimatise to it.

I'd have waited a little longer if Clara hadn't pushed back against me, trying to get more in. And while I appreciated her gusto, this was Dizzy's show, and I meant to remind her. I pulled out entirely - Clara gasping as the cool air filled her hole - before slapping her arse with my oversized bear paws and thrusting back in just slightly deeper than before. I knew anal without lube was a bad idea, and with so little lube left from her plug, I didn't want to do damage. Smiling, I leaned in, my muzzle right next to Clara's ears as one finger hooked through her collar. "What are you?"

It was barely a second before I got Clara's moaned response. "I'm Property of Dizzy." She turned to look at me, or rather, into Dizzy's eyes. "His cum slut." The way she said that last word sent a shiver through me, and a hearty throb through my half-buried cock. My finger left her collar, reaching further up to the long set of bunny ears clipped to her hair.

"Right answer." Unable to wait any longer, I leaned back, holding those ears tight like someone would their partner's ponytail and began thrusting with rhythmic pace, each time trying to get a little deeper. The sensation was amazing. Shade's arse was tight and hot, but very well lubed thanks to the slime we'd been playing in. Clara's was... so very different. Loose would be the wrong word - it was still wringing the hell out of me at her deeper depths - but it was almost like it was more slick as well.

"Dizzy..." At her mention of my name I pulled a little harder on Clara's ears, eliciting a grunted moan from her each time I reached the apex of my thrust.

"What is it, my little slut?" I growled, thrusting all the harder as I slowly gained more ground.

"I- I need..."

I could feel my hips getting closer to hers, the heat off her arse challenging me to go the distance. "Say it." I growled, feigning impatience, though the need for us to finish fast was growing by the minute.

I gave another sharp tug on her ears as motivation. "I need... your cum." There, it was the right moment. I could feel it, just one more push and "Fuck!" I held Clara tight, my cock buried to the hilt in her arse as I pulled her body up straight, back against my chest. I slid one hand up her front, cupping her breasts before sliding it around her throat, which I made sure to reveal thanks to another tug on those delightfully useful bunny ears. "Dizzy?"

My grip around Clara's neck was soft, but using the claws I made sure she knew the power I had. I stepped forward, pushing her against the glass. "I'm going to cum in that ass of yours. That wonderfully delicious ass." Clara moaned, her body trembling as I ground my cock inside her. "And when I do, I'm going to shove that plug right where it was." I gave the ears another tug and her throat a little squeeze. "You're going to walk around all day with my cum sloshing about inside you. Is that what you want?"

"Oh Gods Dizzy, yes!" Clara's voice had become a little too loud for my liking, so I gave her throat another squeeze, the claws scratching at the back of her neck inside her hairline. Realising I might need to silence her more, I pulled her ears to one side, turning her face towards my muzzle. Then releasing Clara's neck, I dove down on that quivering mouth. The jaw spread around her cheeks as velvet teeth caressed her face until our lips met. She moaned into me at first, a sigh of release as her own orgasm came fast approaching. But I knew it would only be the beginning, and I wanted to give my little slut the best possible experience. So leaning back enough for our lips to part I growled.

"Scream."

My lips crashed back down on hers, my tongue invading Claras mouth as my now free hand slid down under her skirt to mash a clawed finger against her mound. I fumbled at first but I realised I finally found my clitoral goal when I felt Clara's arse constrict around me. There was a quick intake of air the wrong way through my muzzle as my toy took a deep breath. And then there was noise.

If I'd not known the source or cause of the scream, it might have been chilling. But the orgasmic harmonisation of grunt and wail within the sound pushed me to my limit as well. Unlike before I accepted the scream utterly, not competing with it nor adding to it. I gave Clara the release she wanted, and as she took her first post-scream breath, I fell over the edge myself. Our lips still locked, and my cock twitching with need, I growled into my little slut. Clara shivered as she held our kiss, her tongue wrestling with mine as I pumped volley after volley of my hot cum deep into her arse.

My hips bucked with each pulse, my growl increasing in intensity with each thrust until the two of us stood panting and moaning into each other's mouths. I pulled my head back, my cock still buried deep as I realised someone had come to stand only a few feet in front of the window we were at. I chuckled, causing Clara to look at me in a half puzzled, half cum-drunk stare. I used my grip on her ears to direct her to the trio of wolf-ear wearing furs in assorted gamer hoodies and jeans chatting nearby. She gasped, pushing her skirt down at the front to make herself look more 'decent', but I kept my finger on her clit, pressing down a little to make my point. "Clara, I want you to do something."

"Yes? Dizzy?" She asked nervously.

"I want you to say, aloud, that you are full of bear cum."

"I am full of bear cum." She all but whispered. She must have known that would not be enough for me, so I gave her clit another quick flick as a prompt for more. "Fuck." I felt another shiver run through the woman as she took a deep breath. "I am full of Bear Cum." She said a little louder. But it still wasn't enough.

"Just a bit more. I want them to almost hear it. I want them to wonder if they just heard a strange sexy breeze make a declaration." I thrust forward a little, my own cum helping to lube her passage and get me ever so slightly deeper. I grunted, another quick blast of my seed spurting forth to warm her from the inside. "I want them to leave here and wish to roleplay as a bear and not know why. I want him to be fucking her senseless and growl for her to say what you're saying. So tell them, Clara. Tell them my sexy little slut."

That was too much for the poor woman. After a staggered moan, Clara looked out to the glass and said confidently "I am Clara, and I am full of Bear Cum." The girl closest to us looked up from her bag, turning to the glass to stare right at Clara. "Fuck-" She whimpered, worried she had spoken too loudly. She turned to hide but I held her in place, pulling the ears to direct her gaze to the curious fur outside.

"She comes close, will she see you, slut? Will she see my cock buried in your arse, my cum dripping down your legs? Maybe she'll want to join in, get a ride on this wonderful bear cock." I let Clara moan at the thought. "Or maybe she would want a taste of that sweet, sweet honeypot?" I pushed down against the skin next to Clara's panties, a clawed finger finding my prize as I slipped my middle finger all the way inside her slickened hole. I then brought it out, holding the digit up for the oblivious onlooker to see before placing it in my fuzzy maw. I desperately wanted to suck that digit, to taste Clara's juices. But the Dizzy Show was for her benefit, not mine. So I exaggerated the movements, making it look like Dizzy was licking his finger before commenting with smacked lips "Delicious."

One of the trio spotted something in the crowd and pulled the other two away. Now was as good a time as any to make our own escape. Not forgetting my promise, I found the plug on the windowsill where I left it, and doing a quick replacement job I withdrew from Clara only to shove the plug in place. She moaned whorishly at the sensation of being emptied then corked, while I moaned from the sensation of cool air wafting over my rapidly diminishing length. Clara - the godsend - turned around and before fixing herself, zipped me up properly, patting down my crotch to make sure everything was in the right place. Then with a quick adjustment of the skirt, Clara led me to the door and we stepped out into the well lit convention space.