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Eros Agency, Chapter 2: Holly

Holly couldn't believe she was doing this. She knew other otters like her had a "reputation" when it came to sex (perhaps not as bad as foxes, and especially rabbits), but it seemed that what she was asking for was almost cringingly stereotypical. She may have been more on the "vanilla" side when it came to sex, but even she knew about the term "otter space," a cringe-worthy term if she'd ever heard one.

The female otter's hazel eyes scanned the Eros Agency site once more, going over their FAQ page, reading their disclaimers, and kept glancing between the "Chat Now!" box on the bottom right of the page and the official online form at the top right. She nervously played with a strand of her straight brown hair. Did she dare do this?

Holly had only heard of the Eros Agency while unintentionally eavesdropping on a conversation in the breakroom at work. One of her female coworkers was bemoaning her bad luck in the dating department. The other female employee lowered her voice, but not so low that Holly couldn't overhear:

"Have you ever heard of the Eros Agency?" the coworker asked the other. "You can live out your wildest fantasies, any fantasy, and it's totally safe!"

"What do you mean?" the other female asked.

"It's kinda like Tinder, but it's for more than just hook-ups. You sign up, start a profile, including the fantasy you want...and they match you up with a partner who wants that, too. They fully vet everyone who signs up: regular screenings, background checks, the works."

"Have you used them before?"

"Oh yeah, tons of times! They're great, and the owner's legit. Why not give them a try?"

Why not, indeed? Holly had thought as she scribbled down the name on a napkin and quickly stuffed it in her pocket.

It was not, perhaps, the best time to ask her friends later if they'd heard of the Agency: it was Friday Night Raid Night in their fantasy game, where Holly played a mage. When one of her friends and fellow players (whose character was a giant ogre despite said friend being a tiny little mouse) asked how Holly's day was, the otter immediately launched in with:

"Have any of you heard of the Eros Agency? I overheard some coworkers talking about it in the breakroom today."

The line went absolutely silent, which was unexpected; they were usually a rowdy bunch on Raid Night. One of her male friends, a fellow otter who played a female dark elf warrior, chimed in over his headset,

"Yeah, actually. I..." he hesitated, "I may have used them once...or twice."

"Are they legit?" Holly asked him.

"Why do you ask?" one of her other friends, a vixen who played a wood elf character, asked her. She sounded oddly defensive despite the seemingly innocent question. Sure, the five of them were neurodivergent as hell, but Holly knew each of her friends' tells, and the vixen's was most obvious: she got defensive when she felt uncomfortable answering a question.

But Holly didn't immediately answer the vixen's question. She was getting the sinking feeling from the sudden radio silence and the game coming to a sudden halt that her question had taken them all by surprise. The thought finally occurred to her: _Have they all used this service?_So she asked them, point blank, if they had. After another moment of pure radio silence, a fourth friend answered. It was Noah, another male player, a panther who played a sorcerer, who said,

"Look, people like us have a hard enough time dating, let alone finding partners willing to do...things we've only imagined doing," he said, though it was amusing to hear his--to hear all their voices--coming out through their respective characters about this subject. "So, yeah, I've used them, too. Eros is legit, and Dr. Fischer is great."

Her other friends finally chimed in, singing the good doctor's praises as well.

"Oh yeah, she's the best!" said the mouse friend playing the ogre.

"And they're run like a dating service without the BS," said the vixen/wood elf friend. "Except they let you experience your wildest fantasies in a safe, secure way. I-I've also used them to explore my own sexuality, because I wasn't having the best time with dating, either. I'm not speaking for the group, but I'm a very satisfied customer."

The others chimed in again, all in the affirmative.

"If you can," said Noah, "Try and talk to Dr. Fischer on the online chat about...whatever it is you're looking for. If you're nervous about it, like I was, she'll totally put you at ease. She's the best, but the rest of the staff running Eros are great, too. They're non-judgmental, totally understanding and open-minded. If you're curious, I'd check them out."

"After the Raid," said the vixen/wood elf friend, who was sounding irritated that they hadn't begun their quest yet. After that brief conversation, Holly zeroed in on the Raid, the Eros Agency momentarily expelled from her mind as they battled a giant dragon for his (or her?) rare dragon eggs. Tonight promised to be a good night.

Hours later, long after both the Raid had ended and Holly needed to go to bed, the sleek, brown-furred otter was on the Eros Agency website, flicking her hazel eyes back and forth between the online application to fill out, and the "Chat Now!" box. She drummed her fingers on her desk, closed her eyes, and deeply inhaled before she took the plunge: she clicked on "Chat Now!", and waited. She didn't have to wait long for a response.

J. Fischer: Hello there, how can I help you?

"J. Fischer"? Holly looked back at the FAQ page and re-read the information about the founder and CEO. Sure enough, there was a picture of the founder and CEO, a middle-aged graying vixen named Dr. Judith Fischer, licensed therapist. The FAQs listed all the vixen's certifications, papers she'd written, and accolades; yup, she was definitely legit. The otter appreciated the total anonymity within the chat; instead of a username, it just gave her a generic "user" followed by a random number. She liked that a lot.

user1528: J. Fischer? Are you the owner?

J. Fischer: Sure am, I'm Dr. Judith Fischer, Psy.M.D., and LCSW, among other professional certifications. Do you have any questions or concerns for me? Have you read the FAQ and About Us pages?

user1528: yeah, everything seems okay, I'm just, are you really a sex therapist?

J. Fischer: Yes, I'm a certified sex therapist and certified couples' counselor, but I started my career treating anxiety, depression, and mood disorders. I've since branched out into "other specialties," if you will. I'm also certified for helping LGBTQ+ clients in their respective journeys.

user1528: Why start a sex site though?

J. Fischer: The Eros Agency isn't so much a "sex site" as a type of "dating service:" in any other dating site or app, sex is *implied*, we're just more up front about it. So it's not just about sex. It's about *healthy* sex. There's a lot of misinformation out there, so don't get me started on the "Abstinence Only" nonsense they call "sexual education."

user1528: You sound pretty riled up about it already.

J. Fischer: Sorry about that. Freudian slip, no pun intended.

Holly actually giggled a little at the vixen's quip and sent a reply.

user1528: lol no worries. I'm just a little nervous.

J. Fischer: Nervous about what, exactly? The service itself?

user1528: Yeah. I've read over everything on the site, multiple times, I've looked at the requirements and the online forms, everything seems above-board...you even have solid 5-star Google reviews.

J. Fischer: Google reviews?! Oh dear, I thought we were more discreet than that! Oh well, genie's out of the bottle, I guess. But you said you were nervous about something? Anything in particular?

Holly inhaled deeply and typed:

user1528: I just wanted to know...what's your policy on someone who's relatively inexperienced and really shy, and also neurodivergent, but wants to, idk...go to an orgy?

The good Dr. Fischer didn't waste any time replying.

_J. Fischer: I'm so glad you asked! The whole point to starting this service was so my clients, on ANY scale or ANY diagnosis, could explore their sexuality and sexual fantasies in a healthy and safe environment. There's nothing to be nervous about: all our clients go through extensive background checks (those with a violent criminal history, DUIs, or who are on any kind of registry are prohibited/banned), regular and full STD testing is required, no exceptions. Condom use is required, and reliable birth control is highly encouraged right now, but we're considering adding that as a requirement soon. We don't preach abstinence: we preach *safe* sex. Your health, safety, and comfort are the most important things to us, so I want to be clear: if at *any time* you feel uncomfortable or decide to cancel, that's totally fine! _

user1528: So there's no penalty for backing out?

_J. Fischer: Absolutely not, no penalties at all! We'll refund your initial fees, like starting an account and setting up the meet-up. But there are certain expenses, like the STD testing, that we can't reimburse for insurance reasons. _

user1528: So you're NOT going to tell me to not sign up for an orgy?

J. Fischer: If that's the fantasy you want to explore, we can help make that happen. Again, *safely*. I almost forgot: *Consent* is a major factor, too. That's why we have a pretty loose cancellation clause. Legally, and I can't stress this enough: full, clear, and *unambiguous consent* from ALL parties is REQUIRED for EVERY interaction. Full stop. If you want to back out at any time--and I do mean any time--I'd rather you do that than feel that you "have to go through with it" or you "feel obligated" just because you paid a fee.

Well, that was reassuring. But something else weighed on her mind:

user1528: What if I get there, and things get started, but I change my mind?

J. Fischer: Then you're free to leave. No one will stop you, force you, or make you feel guilty, none of that. Again, don't feel obligated just because you paid for it. We give full refunds for unsatisfied clients all the time. You have nothing to worry about there.

After a pause, the vulpine psychiatrist started typing again:

J. Fischer: Just out of curiosity, and you don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but you seem like you still have some anxiety. Again, you don't have to tell me anything: HIPAA is very clear on that. I just want to be sure you're okay.

_user1528: Yeah, I'm okay. I've just been thinking about it for a while, but I don't want to go anywhere dangerous, or do something like this with my friends, or idk, it seems easier with strangers, if that makes sense? But I'm also scared of getting hurt or getting an STD or worse. _

Holly thought for a moment, then added:

user1528: I also didn't do anything like this in college because cameras are everywhere now, and I didn't want to do something like that only to turn up on some porn site later, where a future employer could find it.

_J. Fischer: That was very prudent of you. And forward-thinking. There's a reason the minimum age for our services is 21, though we've been thinking of raising it to 25: younger people tend to make poor decisions without fully thinking through the possible consequences. And I'm just guessing here: college orgies typically have alcohol involved, which doesn't help matters or inhibitions, and there's also the issue of consent from all parties at the scene. If someone starts recording or taking pictures without all the participants knowing or consenting to it, that's a major problem. _

user1528: Yeah, which is why I didn't do it, even though I wanted to. I'm also ND (I'm on the spectrum), so dating isn't really easy for me. I don't pick up on social cues very well. Like, I still remember there being some guys who at the time I thought were just being friendly only to realize much later that they were trying to flirt with me. Totally missed opportunities.

_J. Fischer: Have you been officially diagnosed by a medical professional? _

user1528: Oh yeah, ADHD and ASD, which looking back explains A LOT. But it makes relationships really hard, especially since I was only diagnosed a short time ago.

J. Fischer: And you want to try an orgy because it's something you've been curious about, and just want to experience it at least once?

user1528: Yeah, I guess unlike a lot of NDs, I want to at least try experiencing everything at least once, and this has been on my mind for YEARS. Even doing a threesome sometime, I'm open to trying that at least once to see if I like it. I just didn't have anyone in my circle who I really trust to fulfill that fantasy with me.

J. Fischer: We can certainly help you there. Just fill out the online application, we'll begin processing it. We will need a copy of your STD screening results within two weeks of opening the application, so the sooner the better. I recommend opening an account--totally private, of course--and starting an online profile so matches can get to know you a bit more before meeting up. You don't have to upload a profile picture if you don't want to, or even use your real name, but things like age (which we confirm via background checks to make sure there are absolutely no minors on the site), species, gender, sexual orientation, gender identity, turn-ons and turn-offs, etc., are strongly encouraged so we can match you up with the right person or persons. Any other questions I can answer?

user1528: No, I think that covers it...I feel like I have a million more questions, but I can't think of them right now.

J. Fischer: That's fine, it is quite late. But if you think of any other questions, please feel free to reach out and we'll answer to the best of our ability. Sound good?

Holly had to admit, her friends were right about Dr. Fischer. The vixen really did put her at ease, assuaging her most pressing fears. The otter filled out the online form immediately after ending the chat, and decided to visit the clinic the next day to get the STD testing out of the way. But even as the clinic promised to fax the results to the Eros Agency as well as provide Holly her own copy of the results (which she knew to be flawless, given her sexual history), the otter was feeling a familiar, unwelcome churning in her gut.

She was a creature of habit, and anything that didn't conform to her idea of "normal" or "routine" was enough to induce a panic attack. She knew Dr. Fischer had told her she could back out at any time, but the otter kept going back and forth on what she really wanted. Did she really want to go through with her fantasy, to try it out and see if it was for her? Or did she want to cancel her request and just live with the fantasy? What should she do?

Holly struggled with this question, and it kept popping up into her head at the most inopportune times, like at work or trying to fall asleep. She would be thinking of one thing, then suddenly the thought of her actually taking part in a real orgy popped into her head and refused to leave. This was especially irritating when she was trying to fall asleep...though the otter at least had the benefit of privacy and favorite sex toys to get her through the latter. Otherwise, Holly tried to push the issue to the back of her mind. She'd figure out her real feelings later.

Unfortunately, "later" came much sooner than she expected. Her test results came back within a week, clean as a whistle (which she expected). And her Eros Agency application had been approved and cleared just a couple days after that. Holly was now free to create her own online profile, which she filled out with some trepidation.

There was a huge drop-down list of fantasies, some she had heard of, and others she had never heard of but was too afraid to Google. Still shy, and disbelieving that this was really happening, she just put down her required information (age, species, gender, sexual orientation, etc.) and recommended information (sexual identity, turn-ons and turn-offs, fantasies, etc.), but wavered on uploading a profile photo.

There was a surprising number of other users who were looking for orgies like she was, so it must not have been as wild or "forbidden" a fantasy as she initially thought. Finally, Holly sighed and looked for her most flattering selfie and uploaded it to her profile. Then watched in shock as the matches began flooding in.

Some were average-looking, at least according to their profile pictures (some weren't the most flattering pictures, poor things), but others made her jaw drop: how could someone so hot even need a site like this?! She pondered this question numerous times as matches to her application kept coming up. A lot of these guys were hot, very hot, and it made the shy, self-conscious otter feeling...substandard.

Holly was by no means un_attractive: she had the "general cuteness" that any otter had, with sleek brown fur covering her slim body, silky straight brown hair down past her shoulders, and hazel eyes that looked more brown than green, like her friends said, but her family swore were green in the right lighting. But the female otter was quick to point out her flaws: she had smaller breasts, much smaller compared to the genetically blessed females she saw she'd been matched with (_I guess it's not a real orgy unless you have enough males and females, she thought). Holly's ASD made social interactions very awkward, even though she masked it well enough in public and at work, out of necessity. Being outed as neurodivergent was by far her biggest concern, as was having a panic attack as soon as she got there. She hated going places she'd never been to before; she hated parties and small talk, especially with people she didn't know, and she hated loud noises and crowded rooms, and nothing, she imagined now, would be louder or more crowded than an orgy.

Much to Holly's surprise, however, she wasn't alone. One of the female matches, an arctic vixen, messaged her on the Eros site:

"Hi! I'm Melissa, but everyone calls me Mel. I saw we got matched up for an orgy. I'm super nervous about it. Have you ever done this before?"

For some reason, it never occurred to the otter that others_might be as new and nervous as she was. She replied to Mel, and it wasn't long before the pair were chatting like old friends on a private server, and inviting the other "matches" who were just as, if not more, nervous, just like the two females. There were a good number of them in the group, eight in total including Mel and Holly herself, each reminding Holly of _herself the more she interacted with them. The guys all seemed nice enough, the girls were sweet, and thankfully, everyone on their little private server was around her own age and seemed to have the same dating woes she complained about.

It was only a week later that the date for the orgy had been set, and the night before, everyone--all eight matches--was on the chat, planning ahead for the event, which Holly greatly appreciated; she hated surprises, and it seemed like everyone else agreed.

"So we're all bringing our own condoms and lube, right?" one of the males asked.

"I'm bringing some," replied one of the females, "because better safe than sorry."

"Good call," another girl said, "You never know when you're on a date if it'll go well and it turns out he doesn't have a condom. Don't wanna risk that."

"Definitely," Holly typed in agreement. "Don't want to take any risks, even though we're all clean, and we're all on some kind of birth control, right?"

"Totes," Mel typed, "I'm /way/ too young to be a mama! Lol."

"That's a shame," one of the guys said, "You're really cute, and I bet you'd look cute pregnant."

"Aww, you're a sweetie, thank you!" Mel replied.

Holly frowned, though. She didn't like that implication, and she'd been unsure about this particular male since she "met" him on the chat. Sometimes the things he said on the server just rubbed her the wrong way, and it may have been her neurodivergence, but she wasn't sure if she was gaslighting herself, or if there was really something wrong with the often-inappropriate things he said. Thankfully, there was one guy and one girl who would consistently call him out on it.

"Not cool, dude," the male, Trent, replied. He was a timber wolf, and from his profile he seemed like a nice, down-to-earth kind of guy; Holly thought so, anyway.

"Yeah," the female, a mink named Christine, echoed. Christine didn't take shit from anyone, a trait Holly really admired and wished she had. "Don't shame her for not wanting to get knocked up. And what's this 'you'd look cute pregnant' bullshit?!"

"Seriously," Trent added. "WTAF? Not. Cool."

"I'm just saying, I think she's cute, and I think she'd look cute that way," the other guy, a bull (Holly forgot his name) said, trying to backtrack, like he always did when Trent and Christine called him out. Then Holly did something that even she couldn't believe she was doing until it was done:

"That left a really bad taste in my mouth," she typed, replying to the bull. "You've said a lot of things like this since you joined the chat that left me feeling uneasy. I'm not sure I want to do this at all if you're going to be involved. I don't feel like you'll respect me or my boundaries if we go through with this."

He started typing, and Holly prepared herself for an onslaught of abuse from him--he seemed the type to do that.

But shockingly, the other females and males chimed in before the bull could finish typing, and all of them were coming to her defense:

"Here, here!"

"Well said, Holly!"

"Couldn't have put it better myself."

"Seriously, dude, what's your problem?"

"Yeah, I've been getting bad vibes off this guy, too. Good job calling him out, Holly."

"I know I've talked to you many times about this offline," Trent replied. "You're out of line, you've *been* out of line."

The bull finally got a few words in: "Come on, it was just a joke!"

"Uh-uh," Christine said, "I got the receipts, hon." And she posted screenshots of the other times he'd been "out of line." "And I'm glad the group seems to agree with me. I'm reporting you to the Agency. I'm with Holly: I'm *not* going through with this as long as *you're* involved. So...Boy, bye!"

The bull suddenly left the chat.

"LOL, did he literally just rage-quit?" one of the guys asked.

"Dude, I think he did!"

"Good riddance," said one of the girls who had been silent until this point.

"Who's the admin?" another asked, "Can we block him?"

"Mel and I are both admins, since we started this server together," Holly typed, "I can block him right now." The otter would certainly be happy to never hear from him again.

"And don't forget to block him on Eros!" Christine messaged the group. "I just emailed those screenshots to Eros, but if you all report him and block him, Eros will take care of it."

This intrigued Holly, who asked what she meant. It took Christine a minute or two to type it out, but her reply made Holly feel a little better:

"They're really good at keeping creepers out. Background checks don't catch everything, so if enough people report someone for being inappropriate or not respecting consent or boundaries, they're out. Dr. Fischer is very clear about that. She wants everyone to feel safe, and if that guy wasn't making us feel safe, he doesn't deserve to be a part of this."

"But now we're down one guy," said one of the other females. "Think they'll pair us with another guy this late in the game?"

"It's a huge site," one of the guys said, "I bet they'll find a replacement."

"But the Meet-Up is tomorrow!"

That's what they had all been calling it: "The Meet-Up." Somehow, all eight of them seemed to be of the same mind that calling it what it was over the internet was somehow not a good idea. It wasn't that "orgy" was a dirty word, but if anyone could be doxxed these days, it was best not to draw too much attention to yourself.

Holly typed: "No worries, I can message Eros and ask. If not, seven is still a good number. We'll just work with it." The replies were just a small example of why the otter liked this group so much:

"I love you, Holly, you're so sweet!" Mel typed.

"How do you stay so Zen and positive all the time?" one of the males asked.

_Oh, if only you knew..._the otter thought. "Zen" was the last word she'd use to describe her current mental state. She looked at the clock on her computer screen: less than 24 hours until The Meet-Up, and she couldn't be more nervous.

The Big Day arrived, and Holly was about an hour early for The Meet-Up. Since she and Mel were the admins on the chat server, it made sense to book the hotel room in one of their names, then message the group with the room number so they could all stagger in at different times and--hopefully--not attract too much attention. Much to Holly's surprise, Eros had actually found a suitable replacement for the rejected bull just in time, and, much to the otter's relief, blocked and black-listed said bull from the Agency for his behavior. Apparently their group wasn't the first to report him, and this was the last straw. The fact Eros was able to find a replacement so quickly was downright impressive, but since Holly had never met this other male, she wasn't sure if she should be excited or nervous about the possibility of doing this with a total stranger.

Mel was the first to arrive at the hotel, had checked in, and had gone up to the room that would serve as "The Room Where It Happens." The arctic vixen had messaged everyone on the server what the room number was, so Holly walked through the lobby doors and straight for the elevators. The air conditioning in the lobby was a welcome respite from the weather outside. A heatwave had descended on the city, and even though the otter was dressed in just a tank top and jean shorts, she still felt the oppressive heat and humidity. Blessed, blessed air conditioning was just the balm she needed, though it didn't take too long for her to shiver a little. From the AC, or nerves, she didn't know. Holly adjusted the shoulder strap of her overnight bag and checked the room number again before pressing the floor number.

No pressure, she told herself, taking in deep, meditative breaths. No pressure. You can back out at any time... But the closer she got to the room, and the more it became a reality, she wasn't sure if she was more nervous, or excited. Her fantasy was about to come true, and it wasn't like she was going into this with complete strangers. She hesitated to call her servermates "friends," but they had become somewhat close in the time leading up to the event.

Finally, Holly looked up at her reflection in the elevator doors. She decided to be excited about this. How long had she wanted this? And now it was finally happening, in a safe environment, with a friendly group of people who (somewhat) knew each other, who seemed to want to be as prepared as she did.

Wait, she suddenly wondered, Could they all be NDs, too? What were the chances of that? The otter snorted. Probably pretty minimal.

The elevator dinged as it arrived at her floor, and she followed the signs on the walls until coming upon the room number Mel had sent to the group. The otter knocked on the door, a bit timidly, and stepped back, grasping the strap of her overnight bag, and anxiously waiting for the door to open. When it did, she smiled with relief when Mel greeted her with a huge grin.

"Holly! Heya, girl, glad you could make it! C'mon in," the arctic vixen said, opening the door wider to allow the otter access. Mel looked just like her profile picture, which was a relief.

"It's just us for now, but the others messaged saying they were on their way. No idea when the new guy's gonna get here, but Eros made sure he knows the address and room number. You got everything you need?"

"I think so," Holly said, setting her bag down on one of the beds. The room was a standard two-queen-bed suite with two armchairs, a desk, dresser with a TV, mini fridge, and of course a bathroom with a shower. Every one of them would definitely be needing that at some point, if not using it for other purposes...

The otter unzipped her overnight bag to gather the necessary supplies. She blushed when she moved aside some clothes to reveal the boxes of condoms in varying sizes and three different bottles of lube she'd stashed in her bag.

Mel raised her brows. "Wow, when you said you liked to be prepared, you weren't kidding. I just brought a change of clothes, my toothbrush, a box of condoms, and a bottle of lube."

Holly blushed; she had a feeling she'd be doing a lot of blushing that day and into the night. "Yeah, I wasn't sure what to expect," she said, fingering the strap of her tank top and shivering. The room was frigid, the AC blasting cold air throughout. "Not a huge fan of this heatwave, huh?"

Mel groaned theatrically. "Ugh! I don't know why I moved this far south, with my thick fur. I should've stayed Upstate."

Holly giggled. "Well, I for one am glad you moved here."

"Aww, you're such a sweetie. This is going to be a great night! I checked over everyone's profiles again, even the new guy: holy shit, he's hotter than it is outside! Wait'll you meet him!"

"What species are coming again?"

"Well, there's eight of us, so there's you, the resident otter, and me, the resident vixen, because every orgy apparently needs at least_one_ fox," she added with a mischievous wink. "Then the other females are a sheep and of course Christine, the mink. Rounding out the guys are Trent, a wolf, then we've got a horse, a ram, and the new guy's a panther. Can't remember his name right now, though."

"Wow, that's a menagerie," Holly said, starting to feel nervous again. A horse?! If the rumors about horses were true, would her tiny body even be able to handle that? Thinking of fucking a wolf with a giant knot (while it was hot to think about) was intimidating enough, but the horse was a different thing entirely. At least she wouldn't be the only female in the room, which made it a little less daunting.

A knock came to the door and Mel quickly left to go answer it. The arctic vixen carefully checked her phone to make sure that the person who'd just arrived was actually part of their party, a smart move, Holly thought. This wouldn't be a great time to have any unwanted surprises.

Like this one.

"Oh, hi there!" Mel greeted, "You must be the new guy. What was your name again?"

"It's Noah."

Holly's heart leapt up into her throat then sank into her stomach, which started churning like crazy. No. No, it couldn't be who she thought it was.

But it was. A tall, male black panther, lithe and flexible from his job as a yoga instructor, which was how they met, named Noah...and one of her friends from Raid Nights. It was Noah. The Noah. Her Noah. And he froze the minute his widened yellow-green eyes locked on hers. Mel didn't seem to notice the discomfort between the two of them, and thank God for that, because Holly's mind was buzzing so loudly that she didn't think she'd be able to hear anything the vixen said.

Then Holly frowned, thinking hard about it. Noah had said in that conversation on Raid Night a couple weeks ago that he'd used the Eros Agency "once or twice" for "what he was looking for," so did that mean...his fantasy, his kink...was orgies? Just like her? Another glance in the panther's face told her that she was right on the money, and he was just as surprised to see her as she was to see him. And now Mel was beginning to pick up on the tension between them. The otter had to think fast to avoid any awkwardness.

Holly shook herself out of her shock. No, she wasn't going to let this ruin it. She'd been looking forward to this for a long time, and besides, no one said she had to sleep with every male; she didn't _have_to fuck Noah, she wasn't obligated to just because he was there. In fact, she could pretend they didn't know each other in real life. And that's exactly what she did. The otter stepped forward to shake his hand.

"Hi Noah, I'm Holly, it's nice to meet you! Thanks for being so flexible," she said, unable to help thinking of her unintended joke, "Sorry this is so last minute."

"Not a problem," he said, looking momentarily confused, but shaking her hand anyway. Had he really not picked up on her intention? God, we really are all ND as fuck, Holly thought.

"I didn't have any plans this weekend for once," Noah continued, "So this was a welcome surprise. What happened with the last guy, if you don't mind me asking?"

Mel was quick to answer just as another couple of participants knocked at the door, "Oh, he was a creeper, so we axed his ass and reported him to the Agency."

"Really?" he asked with a raised brow. "That's kinda scary. You don't hear about that a lot."

Holly shrugged, shivering, and feeling her nipples harden in the cold room. She was dressed for the weather outside, not the temperature inside, and she was sure Noah would be easily able to see her hardened peaks through her tank top.

Of course, he'll be seeing them up close and personal in a few minutes, she remembered, as the other two females entered the room. The other three guys arrived not long after, at least twenty minutes early, having apparently carpooled to the hotel. Trent, the wolf, was hotter in person, which Holly didn't think was possible, and he was even more affable in person than on the server, which she _also_didn't think possible. The wolf was quick to compliment her, saying how "your profile picture doesn't do you justice."

"Neither does yours," Holly had to admit with a blush, _very_much liking what she saw, and he was still fully dressed!

"Okay, so the gang's all here!" Mel announced and quickly introduced Noah to the group. Noah finally seemed to have caught on that Holly wanted to treat this as if they were perfect strangers meeting for the first time to prevent any awkwardness between them and the group. And to her surprise and relief, he seemed perfectly okay with that.

"So..." Mel continued, "How do we get started?"

The participants looked around the room at each other, utterly silent. This was the one thing they had not discussed, and they were all just now realizing it.

Shit. Holly thought that, surely, there were at least a couple seasoned veterans of orgies, but that didn't appear to be the case. They couldn't all be first-timers, could they?

Then Noah coughed into his fist.

"I've, uh, done a couple of these," the panther said. "It usually starts with one couple, or even a threesome, pairing off and getting started on their own, and then others pair off, and it just goes from there. After everyone's gotten started, just...go with the flow, is my advice."

To everyone's surprise, it was the pure white ewe who grabbed hold of the brown, black-maned horse and started with a kiss to seal the deal. And thus it began, with the first couple paired off.

Mel let out a sigh of relief, finally shedding her clothing in record time, but pouting when more than a few of the participants complained about how cold the room was.

"Once it starts getting hot and heavy in here," the arctic vixen griped as she adjusted the thermostat, "You'll be begging me to turn it back up."

The ewe, Sheila, and the horse, Scott, got right to work disrobing each other, their lips barely parting except to remove shirts and kiss along their muzzles and each other's necks. They settled into one of the armchairs as Mel grabbed Noah's hand, suggestively asking him to "show me what _else_goes on at one of these."

Holly seized her chance before Christine could: the otter knew what she wanted now, and though she would look back and have no idea where the sudden boldness came from, she was grateful for it now. The female otter threw her brown hair over her shoulder and hooked a finger into Trent's waistband as he reached for his belt.

"Did you make a deal with anyone before the Meet-Up?" she asked, demurely looking up at him. "Because I was hoping we could..."

He gave her an appropriately wolfish smile. "You were first on my list, actually."

"Then I think we're a little overdressed, don't you?" she smiled back, and finally took off her tank top. She hadn't bothered with a bra--why would she need one anyway?--and unzipped her shorts before he stopped her hand.

"Leave the panties on," he growled low in his throat, but that smile never left his lips. "I wanna have some fun with those."

Blushing furiously, Holly obeyed, her remaining clothes left in a heap on the floor as she sat on the edge of the bed, admiring the view of the wolf disrobing and revealing a powerfully-built body, the body of a predator in his prime. She knew he could smell her pheromones: a wolf's sense of smell was legendary. A thrill went up her spine and made her panty-covered pussy throb with anticipation when he, fully disrobed and already erect, knelt down in front of her and gently spread her knees. The wolf moved his nose tantalizingly close to her covered slit, breathed in deeply and mumbled something under his breath. Then he pressed his nose against her clit and Holly let out an unexpectedly loud squeal. Embarrassed, she apologized,

"Sorry, I--"

"Don't be," he smirked, pressing his lips against her moistening panties and kissing her covered pussy. "I like knowing you're enjoying yourself. Anything you really like?"

Holly didn't have to think twice: "I like oral, and I'm okay at giving oral...but I've never had a canine's tongue inside me." There was no hint there, it was practically an order, one he was only too happy to follow.

"Hope you don't mind a little teasing at first," he smirked. "I love watching females go nuts while I tease them through their panties. Makes it so much hotter when you finally get to what's underneath."

Holly whined and pouted a little, but acquiesced, "Fine, but not too much teasing. I still want that tongue inside me."

"And my cock?"

"Well, that's a given."

He laughed and got right to work, licking her through her panties and making her moan with each stroke. Her panties were already wet from her own juices, and the thin garment would probably be ruined now: his grip on the sides of them threatened to rip them right off her when the time was right, and Holly was actually okay with that (though she couldn't remember if she'd packed extra underwear or not, but now was not the time to think about it). Curious, she reached a hand behind his head and lightly scratched behind his ear; her curiosity was rewarded with a deep moan from the wolf's throat and a quiet plea to keep doing that, which she happily did. Apparently it was true that all canines loved getting scratches behind the ears. Every so often, Trent's nose would either press or lightly slide against her clit, making her squeal again in addition to her soft moans. Finally she couldn't take anymore, grabbed a handful of fur on the back of his head and said,

"My turn. Sit down on the bed."

He shook his head. "Nah, better idea. You like 69?"

"Or--oof!--a better idea," Christine spoke up, on her hands and knees on the bed next to them, being absolutely pummeled by the ram. The mink looked blissful, hands gripping the sheets in pure pleasure, and hungrily stared at Holly. "Holly goes down on Trent...while I go down on her--ohmyGod!" she gasped from a particularly hard thrust. "Fuck yeah, that's it, baby, keep it going..."

Holly felt her cheeks burning, but also felt her pussy throb even harder. This seemed even more forbidden...but she still liked the sound of it.

"I'm game," she said, surprising both wolf and mink. The otter smiled at the wolf. "I believe there was something else you wanted to do with my panties?" She was right: with a loud tearing sound, Trent literally ripped her panties off her hips and took the opportunity to press his muzzle fully against her exposed lower lips, inhaling deeply and finally--finally!--running his tongue up and between her bare flesh.

Holly threw her head back with a louder moan. The otter was in a state of complete bliss with the wolf's tongue doing unspeakably hot things to her. And she got what she wanted: after "warming her up" Trent finally stuck his long canine tongue between her pussy lips and deep inside her, as deep as he could reach. Holly grabbed hold of both of his ears, collapsing onto her back as he ravenously ravaged her with his lips and tongue. Her ecstatic cries were muffled when Christine surprised her by leaning forward from the force of the ram's thrusts, and thrust her tongue inside Holly's mouth. Holly welcomed the kiss--her first kiss from another woman--and practically waged war with the mink's tongue. The double oral assault--one on each pair of lips--had her moaning uncontrollably, and her body began shuddering as she felt her climax coming on quickly.

"I'm close," she managed to gasp out between Christine's kisses.

"Fuck, me too," the mink said. "Trent, get in position, this girl's gonna blow--ohmyfuckingGodYES!--ooh...in more ways than one!"

Blushing again, Holly waited until Trent was laying back against the pillows before she grasped his cock in her hands and truly appreciated it for the first time. Her pussy still throbbed, aching for release, aching for a cock--at this point, any cock--to ram into her and fuck her senseless. But she wanted this wolf's cock first. He was fully hard, bigger, and wider than she expected, but that just meant more pleasure for her, very soon.

She didn't waste any time getting into position herself, on elbows and knees, rump and rudder-like tail raised high, showing off her sodden pussy to the whole room. She likewise wasted no time in taking the wolf's cock into her mouth, wrapping her tongue around the tapered tip and slowly taking more and more of him between her lips, until she surprised even herself when her lips pressed up against his quickly forming knot. The thought of that knot inside her made her shudder, and she pulled off him long enough to express her position:

"I don't just want your cock, I want your knot inside me too."

Trent sucked in a breath between clenched teeth as she went down on him again, this time wrapping her fingers around his forming knot, gently teasing it. She marveled as she could feel his cock throb inside her mouth, against her tongue. He'd been quiet about it before, but it seemed like he was close--

"Mmph!" came her muffled shout when Christine finally kept her word and started licking and nibbling on Holly's exposed slit. The mink's tongue was nowhere near as nimble or as long as the wolf's, but it was smaller and able to get into more places, paying special attention to the otter's clit. Holly's muffled moans vibrated against Trent's cock, and she began bobbing her head up and down his shaft, while Christine took hold of her hips and deepened her attention on the other female's pussy. The mink was as relentless as the ram mounting her, and Holly was sure this was some sort of payback for the otter grabbing the wolf before the mink could. It was payback she could live with; it felt strangely better than any time a male had gone down on her. Perhaps females really did know better how to please other females...

She felt Trent's hand on the back of her head and his keening groan as he pulled her off his cock. He was panting like he was running a marathon.

"If you want that knot," he gasped, "You better get a condom and jump on now. Side pocket of my bag," he added.

Holly reluctantly pulled away from Christine's tongue, which had bathed her pussy and pussy lips so much she wasn't sure she even needed lube, but she grabbed some anyway. Trent helped her roll the condom onto his pulsating cock, slather it with lube, and Holly threw one of her legs over his hips and quickly began her descent, gasping as his girth stretched her wide. The tapered tip was just the beginning, widening and widening the further she went down until her lower lips pressed against his almost fully formed knot. She locked eyes with him and he silently nodded, signaling her to start.

Holly gave herself over to her lust, riding him ferociously, leaving both wolf and otter panting and moaning desperately. He pulled her close for a brief kiss, gritting his teeth to stave off his climax as long as he could. But Holly was too close now. His teasing, Christine's oral ministrations, the sounds of the others in the room enjoying their own romps, and more importantly the combination of eight different pheromones added to her lust-muddled mind, encouraging her to finally slam down and take his knot inside her.

She gasped from the sudden, large intrusion and he nearly howled, grabbing her hips and feverishly thrusting his hips up into hers as best as he could in his current position. Holly returned each of his thrusts with her own, grinding her hips down hard against his. Fuck, his knot pushed right against her G-spot, something she hadn't considered! And grinding against his hips like this rubbed her clit in just the right way. She was going to cum, she was going to cum soon--

Christine was the first in the room to cum, announcing her climax with an ecstatic shout, nearly screaming her pleasure to her wantonly thrusting partner. The ram kept slamming his hips against hers, and she rode out her orgasm on his cock until he came not long after, grinding his hips hard against the mink's as he shot out his cum inside her.

That made Holly's pussy throb even harder, and, desperate for her own release, she reached down and began rubbing her clit, whimpering out words of encouragement to her lupine partner about how good he felt inside her, how big he was, how much she loved fucking him, how much she loved that knot, how close she was...

"Cum for me," he demanded, panting. He was holding back now, desperate for her to cum first. "So fucking hot...cum for me, Holly. Take all that cum and make it yours."

That did it. The thought of taking him bareback, no rubber or latex between them, feeling his seed shoot out and deep inside her sent Holly over the edge. She came hard, rocking her hips and rubbing her clit even harder, riding out her climax as she screamed a string of incomprehensible words that vaguely sounded like "Yes, God yes, fuck yes, oh my fucking God, fuck, you feel so fucking good," and so on. Then she felt his body jerk under her, and he gripped her hips harder, almost painfully, then slammed them down into his own one last time before he loudly groaned, which threatened to become a howl if he wasn't careful.

They were both panting, and though Holly couldn't feel it as if she were taking him bare, she knew he'd cum just as hard as she had. Her head still felt fuzzy, her body felt heavy, and she collapsed against him, struggling to catch her breath. He was panting and gasping for air, but his body felt so hot under her, his fur so thick and soft that she couldn't help but nuzzle into his broad chest.

"That was...amazing..." she said when she finally caught her breath and could string together a coherent sentence.

"You are amazing," he replied. "Fuck, I dunno where you learned to suck cock, but you're a fucking natural. And you taste so good..." he sighed happily. "I could eat you out all night if you let me."

"If I didn't feel like I owed Christine a chance with you, I might just let you. I may've stolen her chance to be with you first."

He looked confused. "Really?" he asked, then looked over Holly's shoulder at the still-recovering mink. "I didn't think you were _that_interested in going first," he said.

The mink gave him a half-lidded glare. "Jesus, you can't be_that_ obtuse--I thought I was being obvious!"

Holly smirked and tweaked his nose playfully. "See? I owe her one. She didn't have to go down on me...but I'm glad you did," she said to the mink. "Where'd you learn to do that?"

"I didn't. That was actually my first time doing that, but I've always wanted to try. Where better to try it than an orgy?"

She made a good point. And it got Holly thinking... "Maybe...and hear me out," she said to the mink, "If you're interested, I could... 'return the favor' to you later?"

The mink caught on immediately and grinned. "I think I'd like that. But first...I need a turn with that hot panther before he gets all tuckered out. I dunno what Mel's done to him, but the poor guy looks ready to drop already."

Holly looked across the room at the other bed, losing the battle to keep from blushing as she watched her now-naked friend slowly pull his condom-sheathed cock out of the arctic vixen with a satisfied groan from both. Mel, for her part, looked quite satisfied indeed as she laid back on the sheets, while Scott and Sheila appeared to be wrapping up any second now. The horse had the ewe bent over the chair and was ramming his long, thick black cock inside her, safely encased in the largest condom Holly had ever seen. Sheila let out a bleating moan each time he hit home, the ewe panting heavily and moaning as she got closer to the edge. Holly proved to be right when Scott whinnied loudly and thrust hard into the ewe, who nearly screamed out her own release; seeing just how long and thick the horse's dick was, Holly could only imagine how Sheila felt, and wondered herself if the horse should be her next partner...

"Dibs on Scott," Mel announced breathlessly.

Holly sighed in disappointment. Oh well, maybe next time...

Trent kissed her cheek. "Yeah, better get cozy for a bit longer. My knot usually takes about ten or fifteen minutes to shrink enough to get it out of my partner. You'll be in luck, though, I think Rob'll be fully recovered by then, right buddy?" he asked the ram.

Rob, the ram, was a fine specimen in his own right. He already looked sated from fucking the mink, but he was already touching himself while hungrily eyeing Holly and her naked body. Holly felt more than a little self-conscious under his stare. She wasn't used to being the center of attention, and honestly didn't particularly like it, but there was something about the ram's gaze as his eyes roved all over her naked body that made her feel...aroused. But there was still that self-consciousness that took over:

"I hope you don't mind smaller breasts and little padding," she said, her first words to him since they entered the room.

The ram smirked, "Not at all. I like mustelids a lot: the slinkier, the better." He'd been sitting on the other side of the bed, catching his breath, but leaned over to whisper to her, "I love the way you moved on him. Can't wait to see the way you move under me."

Now Holly completely gave up on fighting any kind of blushing. He was bold, but she should've expected that from a ram, and him especially: on the server, though he was often quiet, he always struck her as a particularly audacious one.

"So, weasels, ferrets, minks," she added with a nod toward a still-recovering Christine, "And...otters really get you off?"

"I just love the way you all seem to move: sleek, slender, squirming under me on the sheets...it's just beautiful to watch..."

Trent gritted his teeth. "And if you wanna fuck her anytime soon, you might wanna cut the sexy talk; it's not helping with the knot."

"Oh, my bad. Sorry, dude," Rob said, backing away.

"No worries," the wolf gritted out, closing his eyes, and clearly trying hard to think of unsexy thoughts. "Just another...there!" And finally, he lifted Holly off his semi-erect cock, the knot making a popping noise as it exited her body. Both wolf and otter groaned in mutually mingled pleasure and disappointment: being joined like that felt great, and neither was particularly ready to part. But, this was an orgy, after all, and evidently sharing was caring...

The otter felt like her pussy was already well-used from just this one encounter, and if Christine's current condition was any clue, just what would a romp with Rob do to her? And if she were lucky enough to get to Scott...fuck, would she even survive a horse cock?

But first things first: Rob the ram.

Holly sat on the mattress as Christine finally moved behind her and slinked her way up Trent's body. Holly leaned back on her hands and parted her legs to show the ram just what he was about to get. Though at half-mast, he was already stroking himself to get harder, even licking his lips to see her still-puffy and well-used pussy lips on display for him.

"Now that's a beautiful sight," he muttered. "Looks like it could use a little attention, though."

"Between Trent and Christine," Holly confessed, "I think one more tongue could have me cumming in no time flat."

"Challenge accepted." She yelped in surprise then giggled when he grabbed her by the hips and dragged her closer toward him. The otter fell onto her back on the mattress, her legs still splayed out and pussy on display for a very appreciative ram. The way his eyes traveled over her whole body, from her cute face and surely now-mussed hair down to her modest breasts and flat stomach, to her legs and the prize between them made Holly blush harder. And she couldn't help it: she did indeed squirm under him, under his gaze, and he grinned.

"Trent was right, you're way hotter than your profile pic."

"Hmm, I wonder if Scott and Noah agree..."

Rob moved off the bed so that he was kneeling on the floor, her legs draped over his shoulders as he moved in closer. "Call me selfish, but I don't want you thinking about them while I'm fucking you."

"I can't make any promises," she teased, still fidgeting under his intense gaze, "But if you fuck me well enough, maybe I'll forget they're even here."

"You just love making challenges, don't you?"

"I've never known a ram to turn down a good challenge," she countered with a knowing smile. "You're just proving me right."

He returned her smile with a smirk. She could only see one of his hands, which meant he had to be stroking himself as he kneeled before her. "Man, you're really askin' for it, you know that, right?" he teased, moving his lips closer to her pussy.

Holly stiffened a little in excitement, wondering how his tongue would feel compared to the wolf's. She teased him one last time by pressing her thighs against his horned head. "There's an easy way to get me to stop, you know."

"Oh, we both know it," was all he said before he dipped his head down and ran his tongue up between her lower lips.

Holly gasped loudly, hands instinctively falling and taking hold of his horns as she shuddered beneath him. Her pussy was somehow still raw and pulsing from her orgasm with Trent, her lips still puffy from the earlier stimulation, and were now pulsing even harder from this new sensation. Rob's tongue wasn't as long as Trent's, but it was broad and slick, with a tip that was just perfect for teasing her clit. She couldn't help but squeal and arch her back each time he flicked his tongue over her clit, which he did liberally. She could've been wrong, but the look on his face suggested to her that he did this intentionally. Maybe he wasn't kidding about loving to see long, slinky bodies like hers shifting and moving under him; maybe he really got off on fucking mustelids in particular. Was that why he agreed so readily to this orgy, because of the promise of a mink and an otter at the same event?

When he stuck his tongue inside her passage, Holly realized it didn't matter. All that mattered was the way he was making her feel. He was good at oral...not as mind-blowingly awesome as Trent, but still very skilled. And Holly had been right, too: she was still so sensitive from her first climax that her second one was building much faster than she expected. She came without warning, without a chance to warn him, and the otter came hard, her walls tightening around his tongue, her pussy pulsing and juices flowing. Holly collapsed back into the mattress and closed her eyes, letting out a contented sigh.

"How was that?" he asked, licking his lips.

"That was good..." she said, still coming down from the high of her orgasm. He didn't give her much of a chance to recover, though. Rob was already ripping open a condom and lining up his hardened cock to slide right into her.

"W-wait," she said, pushing back against his chest, "Aren't you going to give me a minute? I just came."

He gave her a wicked smile. "I know. That's the best part, putting it in while your pussy's still clenching. It feels fucking amazing."

Holly wasn't sure her body was ready for him yet, but she didn't want to be a killjoy. Also, she thought as she stared at his thick endowment, there's gotta be some limits to "otter space."

But she also remembered that consent was key here, and if she was uncomfortable at any time, she could put an end to it.

Though he surprised her. Suddenly he wasn't the randy, ravenously ready ram ready to rut her: he looked down at her with concern.

"Hey, you okay?" he asked seriously.

She was more than a little relieved. Rob wasn't like that bull they'd kicked out of their group, thank God. He actually respected boundaries.

"Can you just give me a minute?" she asked. "It's just that it felt so good, and I'm still a little raw from..." she thumbed over her shoulder at Trent, who was getting another blowjob from Christine. Rob barely glanced over at the wolf and mink before he nodded in understanding.

"Sure, yeah, totally understand," and he sounded like he did.

"Sorry about--" she began, but he cut her off.

"Don't be sorry," he said, again perfectly serious. "Just let me know when you're ready. And I'll start off slow. Or just go slow the whole time. Don't get me wrong, I would love to fuck you like crazy, but if you're still feeling tender, I'll take my time..."

It was really touching how considerate he was being. She settled back into the mattress, feeling much more at ease now.

"Okay," she said. "Just...start slow, okay?"

"You got it, gorgeous," he smiled. He started slowly pushing inside, and it knocked the breath out of Holly's lungs. She couldn't breathe for a moment, then was gasping as he slowly--achingly slow--sank deeper and deeper into her. He was big. She'd thought Trent was big, and he was in his own way. But this wasn't a canine cock with a tapered tip that gradually got wider: the ram's cock was thick from the tip to the base, and it stretched her pussy more than Trent's had. More than any of her previous partners had. Her breath came out of her in sharp gasps as he entered her, and she couldn't help but say,

"Jesus fucking Christ, you're huge!" The otter gripped the comforter beneath her, wincing a little. "I've never had a cock this big, you're so thick, fuck--"

"Are you okay?" he asked worriedly. "Do you need me to pull out?"

"N-No," she said, and she meant it. "Just...give me a minute. Or maybe we need more lube. Jesus..." she swore again, trying to catch her breath. No wonder Christine looked the way she had when the ram was done with her: if this was the cock that was fucking her--and the mink was smaller than Holly was!--Christine's nethers had to be even more abused than Holly's had been after the first partner.

"You're really, really thick," Holly repeated. "I just need a minute to get used to it. Fuck, this thing should come with a warning label..."

Rob laughed, sounding relieved and she giggled too, which had an unintended effect: the ram gasped and groaned and would've collapsed on top of her if he hadn't caught himself on his arm. He looked cross-eyed and blinked several times.

"Are you okay?" she asked worriedly. This had never happened to her before.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he quickly said. "Just...when you laughed, your pussy clamped down really hard on my dick. You're already tight as fuck, but when you laughed you got even tighter. Just...goddamn, girl!" He panted, then thumbed over his shoulder. "And if you think mine should come with a warning label, you clearly haven't seen Scott's!"

That earned him another laugh, with the same unintended consequence when her walls clamped down hard on his cock again. Holly wanted to feel sorry for him, but truth be told, she liked knowing she had something to hold over him. If all she had to do to leave him like putty in her hands was laugh while he was inside her...she could use this.

"More lube?" he finally offered.

She winced. "Yeah, definitely more lube. A lot of lube."

"You got it. Shit ton of lube, coming right up."

"And inside me soon, if I'm lucky."

The ram winked, "Ah, we got jokes now, huh? Guess you must be feeling better." He pulled out of her and reached for a conveniently close bottle of lube on the nightstand. While Rob busied himself with slicking up his sheathed dick, Holly asked for and accepted some lube of her own to slicken up her own passage and pussy lips and clit. I should get the brand name of this stuff, she thought as she smoothed it all over. It feels really good.

"Okay," she finally said, "I think I'm ready. You can keep going."

"You sure?"

"I'm sure. And I promise to keep the giggling to a minimum."

"Please don't--that felt really fucking good. Just...keep in mind that if you want to be the one to cum first, hold off on the giggling until after you cum, deal?"

"Deal."

Rob resumed his position, but took it one step further and hooked her legs over his arms, pushing her legs back almost flat against the bed as he leaned over her. Holly had never been this wide open before, her legs never pushed this far apart, and as she continued to circle her clit, he aimed his cockhead at her opening, then began to enter her again.

Holly let out a louder groan this time, but this time it was a pleasurable one. With the lube helping them both, he slid right in. He was still huge, but the friction that had made it hurt at first was gone, replaced only with the welcome feeling of being filled with a thick, hot cock. Rob's endowment was definitely thicker than Trent's, and the angle the ram was entering her pressed against parts inside her she didn't know were there before. Holly grasped at the sheets beneath her, taking fistfuls of the comforter and gasping as he filled her until he was balls-deep inside her.

Rob paused, giving her a minute to get used to his size. With such a monster between his legs, he was probably used to needing to give his partners a minute to adjust, to loosen up. He started gently, rocking his hips against hers, pushing her down into the mattress as he leaned forward on his hands, placed on either side of her head. Holly was nearly folded in half like this, and very grateful for those yoga lessons. She moaned appreciatively under him, and started to squirm a little as her body demanded more than this gentle rocking.

"More?" he asked.

"More," she nodded.

The ram started to move in and out of her, pulling out and thrusting back in, slowly at first, but picking up speed and with more force with each successive thrust. Holly was grateful she had a hold on the bed, and was close enough that she could hold onto his shoulders, because instead of a gentle rocking, she was getting a rough fucking before she was even aware of it. Her hazel eyes opened wide, and there was no way to bite back the loud moan if she tried. Being on top of Trent hadn't given her the thrusting that she usually loved, but this was just the thing she needed.

"Yes, God, yes, that's it," she begged, writhing under him. One hard thrust had her back arch up off the bed as she groaned, her fingers digging deep into his shoulders. The otter didn't know it until that moment, but she apparently liked it rough. Or at least, she liked it rough from a well-endowed ram who loved giving it hard and fast. Holly had no idea if her pussy would ever recover from the pounding he was giving her, or if her insides could recover from the way his girth stretched her with each thrust.

She could see why Christine was so worn out and incomprehensible after receiving a fucking from the ram: Holly was getting exactly what the mink had gotten, only harder, deeper, and the otter couldn't hold back the moans escaping her throat, louder and louder as Rob pounded into her like it was the last time he would ever fuck someone.

"You...doin' good?" he asked, panting and sweating above her.

"Yes!" she shouted in ecstasy, then blushed and said, panting under him, "Yes, I'm doing great. Keep going, Rob, please! It feels so good."

He obeyed, completely giving in and rutting her just as he had rutted Christine. Or maybe harder. Holly herself had been a bit preoccupied when Rob was fucking Christine, but the mink hadn't been nearly as vocal as Holly was being right now. Grunts, groans, moans, little cries of pleasure and supposedly whispered encouragement flowed out of her while the slickness between them gave testament to how turned on she was. That wasn't just lube making those lusty, slick sounds down there: her juices were flowing beyond control, and the ram had completely lost control himself, rutting her like crazy. And she was loving every minute.

All around her, Holly could hear the lusty moans and wanton cries from the others, which turned her on even more. She had kept her eyes closed, focusing on the feelings in her body and what Rob was doing to her. But when she opened them, she locked eyes with Noah, who was currently fucking a gratified-looking Sheila. The panther hammered into the ewe, who bleated out her own encouragement, but the male only stared back at the otter and--could Holly be imagining it?--quickened his pace inside the sheep's body, much to Sheila's delight.

As for Holly, something about seeing her friend fucking someone else, seeing his lean, toned muscles rippling beneath his dark fur as he moved made a wave of pleasure hit her hard. She turned her attention back to her current partner, afraid he might have noticed her checking out another guy. No worries there: Rob's eyes were closed, so focused on fucking her hard and fast, so focused on getting more of those sweet noises out of her, that he probably wouldn't have noticed if the room was on fire. He finally opened his eyes and looked down at her, breathless, and close.

Holly felt herself getting closer to the edge. His cockhead kept hitting a spot deep inside her, near her cervix, that felt good, too good, and she had no idea it was there. It didn't matter if it gave her the climax she knew was coming, building faster and faster, harder and harder...fuck, she was going to cum harder than she had with Trent if Rob kept this up.

"I'm so close..." she whined under him, twisting and wriggling under him, and jutting her hips against his as best as she could. "I'm almost there...keep going, keep going!"

"I'm almost there, too, babe," he panted. "Goddamn, you're the tightest pussy I think I've ever had!"

She squealed upon hearing this, digging her nails into his shoulders, and held on for dear life as he pounded into her even harder, which she didn't think possible. She would be sore as hell after this, but if this impending climax was as good as it seemed it would be, she'd be okay with that. Holly closed her eyes again, but instead of imagining the ram literally ramming into her, all she could see in her mind's eye was the vision of a lean, black-furred body giving her exactly what she needed...

"Yes," she gasped. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, fucking shit, ohmyGod, YES!" She shrieked as she came, her body seizing up and tightening around him. He felt even bigger inside her as her pussy walls clenched down around him, and it was all over for him. Rob came not long after she did, slamming in one last time before he emptied himself again. They were so close to each other that Holly could feel his balls rising against her ass before the flood of cum erupted from his cock and into the condom. His cock throbbed inside her, spilling more white, sticky cum, and Holly watched in fascination as the ram groaned, shuddered, and moaned out his climax, swearing under his breath. Covered in sweat, panting and exhausted, Rob looked ready to drop.

Did I do that to him? Holly asked herself in awe. Did I really make him feel that good?

"Are you okay?" she asked, trying to catch her breath again.

He only nodded at first, gulped down some air and wiped sweat from his brow. "Y-Yeah, yeah, I'm good, I'm great, fuck, Holly, you feel so fucking good..." He pulled out, which seemed to disappoint them both. His cock was already going flaccid, which should have been a clue to Holly that he had enjoyed himself with her far more than he was letting on. "I wish I could've stayed inside you longer," he said, carefully taking off the well-used condom. Holly's eyes widened to see the amount of cum he'd spilled into it.

Holy shit... Did I really make him feel that good?

"Did I live up to your standards?" she asked, then inwardly cursed herself for sounding so self-conscious.

"Are you kidding?" he asked, collapsing onto his back next to her on the bed. He was still struggling to catch his breath. "You exceeded_them! _Fuck. When I said you were tight, I wasn't kidding. I think you're the tightest I've ever had. I had to fight like hell not to cum sooner than I did."

Holly finally allowed her legs to fall, and she could feel the mix of lube and her own juices flowing from her slit and onto the comforter. Her pussy still throbbed from the rough fucking, but she felt quite satisfied indeed. But the otter needed a breather and, apparently, so did the ram. He looked completely worn out, but that couldn't be so: weren't rams supposed to have great stamina and short refractory periods?

A whinny and an ecstatic shout from over on the other bed where Mel and Scott were enjoying themselves seemed to reinforce a stallion's reputation for both. Had Holly somehow, without even really trying as far as she could tell, sucked out all of Rob's energy?

"Jesus," the ram wheezed, "Are you secretly a succubus?"

"Wouldn't surprise me," Trent panted next to them. Holly turned her head and saw the wolf had mounted--and tied--Christine, the mink's eyes rolling back into her head for the second time Holly had seen her. Maybe the mink had cum several times already and Holly had been too busy to notice? It was possible. But now the otter furrowed her brow in confusion as the wolf and mink exchanged a sloppy, intimate kiss...one that somehow seemed too intimate for this setting.

"You two really seemed to hit it off," the otter said.

"I would hope so," Christine sighed contentedly. "My husband better know how to please me."

Trent quickly shushed her, "Chris, we promised!"

"Oh, oops!" the mink said, now wide-eyed and embarrassed.

Holly felt like she'd just swallowed a massive rock that settled hard in the pit of her stomach. She forced herself to sit up, despite her body's protests.

"You're...married?" she asked them. "To each other?"

The wolf sighed and, now that the cat was out of the bag, popped his knot out of his wife--his wife!--and decided honesty was the best policy.

"Yup," Trent said, now cuddling with Christine. "It's sort of an 'open marriage', but we like to do things like this: swingers parties, partner swaps, it's just our thing, but this is our first orgy."

"Wait," Rob said, rolling over and propping himself up on his elbow. He looked just as surprised as Holly felt. "You're actually married?"

"So when you said this wasn't your first time doing something like this..." the otter began, but trailed off. Holly recalled Trent and Christine mentioning knowing each other already on the chat once or twice, but it never occurred to her that while these two really seemed to hit it off in the chat, the thought they were already involved with each other--let alone _married_to each other!--never once crossed her mind.

The realization sank in deeper, making her feel sicker: she had slept with a married man. Open marriage or no, she had fucked a married man_in front of his wife_! And the otter had even let the wife go down on her while she sucked her husband's dick...

"Excuse me a second," the otter said, then suddenly stood and shakily walked to the bathroom. She closed the door and locked it, feeling very dizzy and nauseous. She just needed some water, she thought, which she drank from the tap before splashing her face with cold water. When Holly looked at her reflection, she saw how pale she looked, tried to ignore the familiar, very unwelcome churning in her gut, but even as she tried to reason everything away--it was an open marriage, both had consented to this, both had been _more_than on board with her actions, and more--Holly couldn't deny the extreme guilt she now felt.

She had fucked a married man in front of his wife at an orgy. There was no forgiving that, no matter how okay the couple seemed to be about it. Suddenly she couldn't hold it back any longer and Holly reached the toilet just in time to vomit. It didn't ease the extreme guilt or the millions of thoughts and feelings swirling around in her head, but it seemed like her body was trying to literally purge the sin out of her. She wasn't even religious, but this felt just plain wrong.

Someone knocked at the door. It was the last person she wanted it to be.

"Holly?" Noah called. "Are you okay?"

She tried to spit out the last of the bile and wished there was a way to cover the smell of vomit in the bathroom. She coughed, fighting down another bout of nausea. "Y-Yeah I'm fine. Is there a line? Am I holding people up?"

"No, you've just been in there a while. We're getting worried."

Her head swirled, and she felt dizzy again. She didn't trust herself to stand and felt too weak to crawl over to the door to unlock it, but she would have to at some point. She shakily stood and flushed before washing her hands and face again, rinsing out her mouth with hotel mouthwash for good measure. Again, she looked at her reflection, and she looked even worse than before.

I don't want to do this anymore, she realized. I don't want to be here. She wanted to leave, and according to the Eros Agency and Dr. Fischer herself, she was free to do so without any repercussions. Now she was wondering if Rob was actually single, if any of them were. She knew for sure that Noah was single, but that was about it. How well did she really know these people, anyway?

"Holly?" Noah called again. The otter noted that the room outside the bathroom door now seemed eerily quiet. There was no hiding anymore. She looked back at her wan expression, and her pallor sealed it. She had to leave. She was leaving, now. Thus decided, she unlocked and cracked open the door.

Noah did indeed look worried, and the panther's concern deepened when he saw her face. "Are you okay?"

Mel was by his side, and the white vixen looked just as worried. "Jeez, girl, you look whiter than me! What happened?"

"I'm..." Should she be honest? "I'm not feeling so good. My stomach's bothering me."

Noah immediately felt her sweaty forehead, but his frown deepened. "You're not running a fever," he said, "But you should probably go home and get some rest. You don't look so good. You want me to call you a cab, or give you a ride home?"

"How do you know where she lives?" Mel asked suspiciously. Holly's stomach lurched again. Was Mel starting to catch on?

"Who said I did?" Noah quickly covered. "She can give me her address..."

Holly pressed her hand to her mouth, feeling another wave of nausea. "Does it matter? I'm really not feeling well, and I should leave. I'm sorry to ruin the fun..."

"Hey, sweetie, don't be," Mel said, rubbing her arm in a friendly gesture. "You can't help feeling sick. We still had plenty of fun up 'til now, and the party'll keep going after you go home. But hey, maybe when you're feeling better, you and I can get a coffee sometime, yeah?"

Holly nodded at the vixen's sweet gesture. "Sure, I'd like that. I should, um, get my clothes and use the bathroom before we go. Noah, do you think you could give me a ride?"

"You got it," he said without hesitation. "I'll get cleaned up while you get dressed."

Holly got dressed as quickly as her aching, anxious body allowed, and she patently avoided looking at either Trent or Christine, both of whom had already moved on to their next partners: Sheila and Scott, respectively. Rob came over to check on her before she left, and even slipped her a piece of paper with his phone number. The otter managed a smile. Well, if Rob was actually single, maybe this experience wasn't a total loss...

The inside of Noah's car was perfectly silent for about four blocks before the panther finally asked what happened.

"You were fine one minute, then something Trent said..."

"They're married." Holly finally confessed. It felt good to say it to someone; somehow announcing it to the entire room back there seemed...unfair. Like she was outing and kink-shaming the couple, and she would be the last person to do that.

He sounded just as shocked as she had been. "What? Who?"

"Trent and Christine. They're in an open marriage, and while I knew this was their first time doing an orgy, I didn't know they were swingers who also did swaps and other stuff like that. I just..." she started to tear up. "I felt so guilty when I found out--"

"Wait, they didn't tell you before this?!" he asked. He sounded furious. "You mentioned a chat server: did they tell anyone, ever, that they were married?!"

Holly shook her head, but that just made her nausea worse. "Not as far as I know. I knew they seemed close, but I thought they were just really hitting it off before the Meet-up today. I never thought..."

"That was super shitty of them," the panther fumed, almost flooring the gas pedal in his fury. "Totally uncool. They should've disclosed that to the group. Full and open communication is a must in orgies, and them keeping a secret like that--that's seriously shady and shitty. I don't blame you for being upset."

"Noah, I fucked a married man in front of his wife!" she finally sobbed, hiding her face in her hands. "How could I do something like that?"

"Holly, you didn't know," he soothed, placing a hand on her quaking shoulder. "And that's on them, not you. Hey, don't feel guilty, okay? You didn't do anything wrong. How could you know if they didn't disclose it? If it were me, I'd report this to the Agency and let them handle it. I doubt this'll go down well when the rest of the group finds out. And they will, one way or another. You can be damn sure that Mel girl will find out the truth."

"You really think I should report them?" Holly asked, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Noah was firm: "They broke one of Eros' fundamental rules and one for orgies: complete and total honesty and open communication. They didn't do that, so yeah, they deserve a scarlet letter, each." The panther fell silent for a moment, glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, then looked like he was debating with himself before he finally sighed.

"This is my fifth orgy," he confessed. "I had no idea you were into this, so, yeah, I was pretty surprised to see you there. I'm guessing you pretended we didn't know each other because you wanted to avoid any awkwardness?"

"Yeah," she nodded, "And look how that worked out..."

"You really gotta stop beating yourself up about that," he said. "Again, it's not your fault. One of the first rules I learned at my first orgy was that you have to disclose any relationships you had, like if you had a girlfriend or boyfriend, and if they knew what you were doing. It's pretty frowned upon to do something like this behind anyone's back, even worse when you keep something from the group. When you're having sex with more than one person at a time, STD checks aren't enough: you need to know you can fully trust them."

"Speaking of," she had to ask, "What's your read on Rob?"

"The ram? He seems cool enough, though I don't know if he's single. Why? Did he give you his number or something?"

Holly took the folded paper out of her jeans pocket and looked at the numbers again. She sighed. "I don't think I'll call him. I had fun with him, sure, but I don't wanna just be his booty call."

"I think that's wise. If he didn't indicate wanting anything beyond sex, I'd avoid it for now. And if he messages you, just ignore it until you're feeling better. I wouldn't ghost him, though. He seems like a nice enough guy, so he at least deserves an explanation."

"That's my thinking," she agreed. "Yeah, I need some time to think it over."

"But don't over_think it," Noah admonished. "I know you will anyway, but try not to. And try to let go of what Trent and Christine did. _They're to blame, not you. So try to stop feeling guilty about it." He paused again, then said, "I'm sorry your first orgy ended like this. I promise, they're not all like this. Like I said, this was my fifth one, and I'll be honest, I wasn't having as much fun as I've had at others. They can't all be winners."

"Really?" she asked, surprised. "You seemed to be enjoying yourself."

"It was mostly a show. Also, I was horny as hell and hadn't gotten laid in a while, so that probably had a lot to do with it. Once things got started, though..." he glanced at her again. "I think you'd enjoy it if there were more seasoned orgy-goers than all the first-timers there were today. For me, it felt more like I was teaching them all how to do it, and all the rules, so I couldn't really enjoy myself. Mel was fun, though."

Holly had to smirk. "Yeah, she practically pounced on you."

He finally smiled and chuckled, "Girl knows what she wants, I'll give her that. And she was very vocal--not in the way you're thinking. She told me exactly how she liked it, how she wanted it, let me know when it was too much or not enough...she really gets the 'full and open communication' part."

"Communication is key," she echoed the sentiment.

"Exactly. I wouldn't mind seeing her again, though maybe for a one-on-one, dunno I'd do another orgy like that."

"I dunno that I want to do another, period," Holly finally said. "There's more than just...the reason I left that's been weighing on me. It just...felt like I was on display, like I was putting on a show and I didn't feel like I could be me, you know?"

He sighed heavily, hitting the nail on the head: "You were masking again."

"Exactly," she sighed as well. That was one of the major drawbacks of being neurodivergent: "masking," or appearing "normal" in public or around neurotypical people, and it was exhausting putting on an act all the time. "I didn't want anyone to feel awkward, or make an ass outta myself, even though that's exactly what I ended up doing."

"That's not true: everyone was really worried about you and just wanted you to feel better. You know Mel's gonna call and check on you later, and of course I will, too."

Then Holly got an idea. It just popped into her head, but she felt compelled to ask, "Can I ask you a question? About today?"

"Of course."

"Would you have slept with me if we'd stayed?"

Noah hit the brakes a little too hard at the stoplight. "Oh, um..." he stammered. "I mean...okay, don't get me wrong, you're very attractive--"

"So, no."

"I didn't say that," he said quickly. "What I'm trying to say is--hold on." The light turned green, and he moved forward. They weren't far from her apartment building now, and as he turned into the parking garage, he blew out a puff of air through his lips. "About your question, it's not that I didn't_want to. I _was tempted, I really was. But I didn't want it to get awkward, and I didn't want you to do something you'd regret...like sleep with me because you felt you 'had to' and then regret the whole thing later. I didn't--and still don't--want to ruin our friendship like that."

She was silent as she thought this over. She couldn't deny the same thoughts had occurred to her, too. That was the whole point of pretending to be strangers in the first place, the whole point in her avoiding sleeping with him at all.

"I feel the same way," she told him as he pulled into a parking space. She didn't immediately unbuckle her seatbelt, grabbing hold of it to grasp it as a self-soothing gesture. "We have a good thing going, a good friendship, and I don't want to ruin it."

He chuckled a little, turning off the engine and just sitting in the car with her. "Guess we're more alike than either of us expected, huh?" Then the panther sighed again, feeling the oppressive heat even underground in the closed car. "Mind if I come up for some water? I'm dyin' here. I was so focused on you getting home safe that I didn't grab a drink."

"Oh, yeah, sure," she said, finally unbuckling her seatbelt and exiting the car. The heat and humidity had somehow permeated the parking garage under her apartment building, and, even in just the tank top and jean shorts, the otter was still feeling the heat. She couldn't imagine how Noah had to be feeling in his long jeans and t-shirt. The ride in the elevator was in perfect silence, neither wanting to further discuss what they'd talked about on the drive there. And truthfully, Holly wondered if Noah had an ulterior motive for asking to come up to her place.

She shook her head. No, she knew him too well. Noah would never intentionally do something like that: he would never invite himself into a girl's place with ulterior motives. Or at least not hers. But then again...if he hadn't truly "enjoyed himself" at the Meet-up...was there a possible ulterior motive? Especially since he knew she wasn't wearing any panties under her shorts?

No, she told herself, this is Noah we're talking about. He wouldn't do something like that.

Although, if things happened to go that way anyway...would Holly herself welcome it? Now that was a question worth asking because she truly didn't know how she'd feel about that, if it happened. Mel wasn't kidding: Noah was hot, and flexible from his job as a yoga instructor (he even owned his own studio). There was potential there. But he was also a trusted friend, a great team member on Raid Nights, and a hell of a nice guy.

They finally--mercifully--made it to her floor and her apartment, and Holly got him a glass of water. She offered ice cubes, which he declined, draining the glass, and filling up and drinking two more glasses from the kitchen sink before he was finally satisfied. Sighing with relief, he leaned back against the kitchen counter and observed Holly drinking some water and having a light snack to settle her stomach.

"How's your stomach feeling?" he finally asked.

"Better," she said. "I think it was all just nerves. I'm feeling a little less freaked out now, so I'm not really nauseous. Just...I feel so tired."

"Valid. You did just come from an orgy where you were fucked by two well-endowed guys. I'd suggest a hot bath for sore muscles, but maybe not in this heat."

"Ugh, no kidding," she agreed. Then she thought of something. "You've done five orgies now, right? And you're a yoga instructor. Don't you know some stretches that might help sore muscles? I'm really feeling it in my lower back and shoulders."

It was as if she had shocked him out of a trance. She had no idea why he was staring at her like that, but suddenly remembering what he did for a living broke him out of whatever train of thought he'd been entertaining.

"Yeah, yeah, totally. You won't need your yoga mat for these," he said, setting his glass on the counter.

They moved her coffee table aside to make room for their stretching session. He reminded her of the correct way to breathe during the stretches, giving tranquil reminders whenever she made the mistake of holding her breath during a stretch. Then the panther began walking her through gentle, easy movements to straighten out sore muscles in the arms, shoulders, and especially the back. His complexion made it difficult to see, but she could sense his unease--and perhaps he was blushing under the black fur--when he mentioned,

"I, uh, don't know any moves for certain other places you might be feeling it in," he hinted, which made her blush again, "But I think we got the more important areas. If you're still feeling sore later, there's always that microwaveable rice bag of yours."

"But nothing for a well-pounded pussy?" she teased with a smirk. She sat cross-legged and leaned back on her hands, and though still fully clothed, the otter was quite aware that she was still sans panties. How aware of this fact he was, well, that was still a mystery.

He coughed into his fist and avoided her look. Even though she couldn't see it on his face, he was definitely blushing. "Ahem, ah, no, not that I'm aware of. Except maybe an Epsom salt bath, and time. Sitting on soft pillows in the meantime."

Holly rolled her neck then her shoulders, rubbing one of them and wincing. "Ouch...yeah, Rob really did a number on me."

"Way I remember it, you weren't exactly complaining at the time," he teased back, making her blush harder.

"Okay, fair," she acknowledged. "The sex with him was pretty good. But after him, I don't know how I'd be able to take Scott."

"Yeah," Noah winced, "As your yoga instructor and friend, I'd advise not trying horse cock anytime soon. Between two very different dicks and the monster that Rob had between his legs...frankly, I'm amazed you were able to take him at all, with or without lube."

She bit her lip, suddenly feeling her mound throb and pulse at the memory of the ram's brutal fucking, and how much she reveled in it.

"I might be walking funny for a while," she admitted, "But for the orgasms I got from him, I'd say it was still worth it."

Noah smiled. "Good, I'm glad you were able to take some good away from today's experience." Silence fell between them again before he asked, "Do you think you'll try it again, just with a different group?"

Holly shrugged. "Maybe I'd feel better if I went to one with you. I don't like going to parties where I don't know anybody, so even if we don't fuck each other, going to an orgy with you might not be so bad."

"The bigger ones are usually better," he said, adopting her stance of crossed legs and leaning back on his palms. Despite the air conditioning, there were still spots of sweat on his t-shirt, which also showed off his long, toned arms and broad shoulders. Holly caught herself wondering what it might be like to dig her nails into those shoulders but forced herself to listen to what he said next:

"Bigger parties tend to have less 'performance anxiety'," he explained, "And Eros takes those events very seriously. They vet and double-vet every participant, check their files, see if they have any flags. I think you just had a bad first experience--and I'll be honest, my first one wasn't that great, either, since I had no idea what I was doing. But be honest with me: except for those two shitty people who-shall-not-be-named, did you have a good time?"

Holly had to think about it for a moment.

"I think so," she said haltingly. "But I think you're right, about the bigger parties. Is it one of those where everyone is so caught up in their own thing that they're too busy to pay attention to you?"

He pointed a finger-gun at her and clicked his tongue. "Bingo. Less performance anxiety, less likely anyone's really watching you, unless they want to be next in line, or if you're really vocal, or otherwise drawing attention to yourself. I don't think you'd have a problem." He hesitated, then said, "And if you do want to try it again, with a bigger party, just let me know and I'll see what I can do. You can come as my Plus One, and you can find a partner or partners and just go to town."

She returned his smile shyly. "I think I'd like that. I don't want this one time to ruin a fantasy I've had for years..."

He cleared his throat. "Were there, uh, other fantasies you went to Eros for? Or just the orgy? You don't have to answer that if you don't want to."

"I don't mind. It was primarily an orgy, yeah, but I guess I'm open to threesomes now?" she wondered aloud, then shrugged. "But maybe I should give orgies another shot before I see if there's something else that catches my eye. Honestly, though, when I first signed up...you know that drop-down list of fantasies?"

He nodded.

She blushed, "I knew a few of them by reputation, but there were a lot that I was too afraid to Google."

"Probably for the best," he said after making a face. "I made that mistake when I first signed up. Got some nasty malware for my trouble. Lesson learned."

She giggled and they settled into silence again. The longer he stayed, the more Holly began to suspect this wasn't a simple "drop off and come up for water" scenario. There was a reason he was staying, a reason he wasn't leaving yet. Perhaps...there was a reason he hadn't stood up yet. Then again, there was a reason she hadn't moved, either. One part of it was her sore body, but another part was the way she was sitting.

Holly wished she could have showered before leaving the hotel, but she was so desperate to get out of there that she hadn't thought of it until she was already in Noah's car...covered in the scents of other males, and with her own pheromones still raging, despite how awful she was feeling at the time. The otter was still horny, and probably would retire to her room for some one-on-one time with her toys once Noah left. And she could smell her own scent, which meant--she suddenly realized with another, deeper blush--if she could smell it, then Noah undoubtedly could.

There was something else now, something else permeating her living room, she realized. Musk. Male musk, one she was both familiar and unfamiliar with: pungent, woodsy, earthy, with faded top notes of soap and a light cologne. No, the musk had overpowered everything else, and it was making her feel dizzy, and making her pussy throb again. Holly knew the longer the panther stayed, the more endangered they both were of giving in to naked lust and fucking each other senseless.

But then, was that such a bad thing?

"You're hard, aren't you?" she finally asked.

"Yeah," he said without hesitation. "You're still not wearing panties, right?"

"Nope," she confessed. "Trent literally tore mine off, and I didn't pack another pair."

"So right now there's nothing between you and..."

"And your cock?" she finished for him, shaking her head. "Just my shorts."

She noticed him swallow hard and inhale deeply. He had to be inhaling her scent; she could taste her own scent on her tongue, and in this heat, any scent was magnified. He had to be smelling her. Her pheromones, despite their mutual agreement earlier, had to be affecting him. This was obvious when he closed his eyes on another deep inhale, then when he opened them, his pupils were dilated, and fixed on her, and only her.

The musk she was smelling only intensified, and Holly couldn't help but bite her lip to bite back on a needy moan, her head swimming with only one thought in mind. The way he was staring at her, like he'd eat her alive if she let him, made her heart pound and her mound throb harder than it had at the Meet-up.

"If I asked you to," she asked breathlessly, almost choking on the pheromones in the air, "Would you fuck me, right now?"

"Yes," was his only answer, except: "If I asked you if I could fuck you right now, what would you say?"

The throbbing between her legs was now almost excruciating. She didn't have to think hard about it:

"I'd say 'Yes' and 'What're you waiting for?'"

This was the right answer. The panther pounced, closing the gap between them, and holding her down on the floor. He crushed their lips together, holding onto her wrists in his hands, while she raised her hips in a desperate attempt to grind against his. In one fluid movement, the panther grasped both of her wrists in one hand and moved his other hand down to deftly unbutton her jean shorts, pull down the zipper, and slip his hand inside, all without breaking the kiss.

Holly squirmed beneath him, feeling both pain and pleasure as his nimble fingers teased her swollen lips. She hadn't realized how wet she was until he drew his fingers out and broke the kiss long enough to show her how slick they were. The otter bucked her hips up again, this time giving in and groaning in protest that he wasn't touching her where she wanted it most. She wanted those fingers probing her again. She wanted his tongue on her pussy. She wanted his cock inside her.

He released her wrists long enough to take off his shirt and unzip his own jeans and push them down to his hips; clearly he was, like her, too eager to get fully naked, despite the heat in the room and outside. He pulled a wrapped condom from his back pocket, but stopped and moaned as Holly brought her hands down to coax his hard, swollen cock out of his jeans.

What is it with guys today and having big dicks? she wondered, marveling at the sight of him. He wasn't as girthy as Rob, or as long as Trent, but somewhere in between. And as much as she wanted to suck his cock right now, Holly desperately wanted him inside her more. She opted to wet her palm with her own saliva and jerk him off while he shakily tore open the condom wrapper. Was he nervous? Or, far more likely, was he so desperate to take her that he was shaking from holding himself back?

He sheathed his cock in the condom with practiced ease, then quickly helped Holly shed her useless shorts before sheathing his cock again, this time inside her wet, throbbing pussy. She hissed from the sudden intrusion, and he groaned above her, giving her a chance to drape her legs over his thighs, just shy of wrapping them around his waist.

"Fuck," he gasped, "How are you still so tight?" He was moving inside her before she could give him an answer, the otter herself wondering how she could still feel tight for him despite her earlier activities. On the other hand, he felt divine. He wasn't too big to be uncomfortable or need much if any lube. He slid in and out of her fluidly, eased no doubt by the copious lube from her last romp, combined with her own arousal. The noises coming from between her legs testified to how turned on she was, how wet she was, and that just drove both of them further along.

Holly gratefully accepted another kiss from him as she completely gave herself over to him, letting him and her body do whatever they wanted. She didn't hold back on her moans now. His initial intrusion came while her passage was still raw and well-used from a much bigger cock than she was expecting. But now all she felt was pleasure, gentle, almost soothing as he took his time with her. With Trent, it had been a frantic hurry to get him inside her before he could blow. With Rob, the ram's relentless pace could have left bruises down there, she was sure, if that were possible.

Noah was different. He was definitely turned on, that much was obvious, and he definitely wanted her, but he took his time. He savored every moment, every movement in and out of her body. Holly didn't want to part from his lips, but he had other ideas, wrapping his arms under her and lifting her a little off the floor. He trailed kisses from her lips to her jawline, then down her long neck and to her shoulders, which he playfully nipped and kissed, still taking his time.

Where has this been, where did it come from? she wondered, then gasped as he thrust in and ground their hips together hard.

He was breathing harder now, with sweat once again on his brow. A few beads of sweat fell onto her bare fur and she felt the cooling effect as they made contact. The otter leaned up and kissed just under his jaw, ran her tongue up his neck, softly moaning and gasping from each inward thrust. He was still much gentler than her previous partners that day, maybe out of concern for her well-being. But she wanted more. She wanted it fast, and hard...she wanted him to let out the animal inside, just hidden under the surface. The animal that wanted nothing more than to rut her until she was screaming his name.

"Noah," she gasped. "You don't have to be so gentle."

"I don't want to hurt you," he said, following with a groan as he sank into her again.

"You're not hurting me--ooh--and I know you won't," she moaned, then the otter wrapped her legs around his waist and gripped his broad shoulders. "But I want you to fuck me. I know you want to fuck me, so give in. Go ahead, I want it, too. You have my full and total consent to fuck my brains out. I want to cum screaming your name."

He sucked in a breath, stilled, and suddenly shuddered all over. Holly could feel it, his cock throbbing inside her. She could feel the muscles in his shoulders tightening under her fingers.

"That's what you really want?" he asked, almost begging.

"That's what I really want," she confirmed. Then she made him look at her so he could see the sincerity in her eyes. "Fuck me, Noah. Claim me."

That did it. With another shudder he closed his eyes, his body tensed...but when he opened his eyes, she saw the animal had completely taken over. This couldn't be more evident than when his formerly gentle thrusts grew increasingly rougher, harder, faster, moving at a pace she wasn't completely prepared for. Her legs around his waist hampered his efforts to really fuck her the way he wanted, so Holly moved them, draping them over his thighs and trying to spread her legs wider for him so he could get even deeper.

The snarl that left his throat as he ruthlessly pounded into her made her squeal with delight. This, this felt good. This felt so much better! Sure, she would be sore for several days once this was over, but right now she didn't care. Noah--her sexy, unfairly hot panther friend--was fucking her the way she wanted it, and she wouldn't exchange this moment for anything.

She dug her nails into his shoulders as he held her down on the floor, not losing momentum even for a moment. He either didn't notice or didn't care that she'd moved a hand down between them to rub her swollen clit, and as soon as her fingertips brushed against it, Holly let out a shout, surprised at how sensitive it still was, but more importantly, how good it felt.

"Oh my God, Noah!" she cried. "That's it! Keep going, please," she begged, but she didn't need to. He wasn't slowing down, probably couldn't slow down even if he tried.

Holly had no idea what to do now except hold on for dear life while he pounded into her, and rubbed her clit whenever she got the chance. He angled his hips up to drive down into her, which gave her fingers more room to pleasure herself. The combined feeling of his barbed cock scraping her insides, even encased in a condom, was a sensation she'd never felt before and never knew she wanted to feel.

The otter wasn't going to last much longer like this, and judging from the panther's animalistic snarls and growls and erratic thrusting, he was very close as well. Holly closed her eyes and completely gave herself over to him, rubbing furiously at her overly sensitive clit while he slammed into her, again and again, at a punishing pace. It should have hurt, but it didn't: it was easily the most pleasurable thing she'd ever felt.

It was the mating bite that did it. When he leaned down and sank his teeth into the crook of her neck and shoulder, when she felt his fangs against her skin, Holly unwound and came completely undone. She did as promised: she came, hard, screaming Noah's name, bucking her hips back to frantically meet his final thrusts before he shuddered above her one final time and thrust deeply, cumming just as hard inside her as he growled out a single word against her skin: "Mine."

Holly felt another shockwave pulse through her body and briefly wondered if that single word had made her cum again. All she knew was that her pussy was throbbing harder than it had all day, clenching down harder on his cock than the others before it, and she felt weak and practically boneless, unable to move from the sheer shock of pleasure she'd just enjoyed.

Noah slowly came back to his senses, the mingled pheromones and smell of sex in the air clouding both their minds, slowing his progress. When he finally felt like himself again, he held himself up above her on his elbows, sweaty and breathless, his fur mussed and slick with sweat. Holly wasn't in much better shape, her body feeling heavy, each labored breath a struggle to take in. Her brown hair was a tangled mess around her head, and her eyes struggled to stay open to look back at him.

"Oh my God, Noah," she whispered, gasping for air, "_That_was amazing."

He let out a single chuckle and tried to slow his breathing even as his cock still throbbed and pulsed inside her. "Not too disappointing?"

"Not disappointing at all." She sat up a bit to capture his lips for a quick kiss before settling back down onto the floor. She let out a contented sigh and said, "I don't think I'll be able to walk for a bit now."

"Fuck, me neither," he laughed. "For the record," he said after he gulped down some air, "I didn't intend for this to happen. It just...kinda did. I don't regret it though."

"Good," she smiled, "Because I don't regret it, either."

"You're not worried this'll make things awkward between us?" he asked.

"Are you?"

"My brain's not exactly working right now," he joked, "Noah's Brain.exe is not functioning. Try again later." All joking ended when he saw her look. "Okay, gut feeling? No, I don't think this'll make things awkward."

Holly wondered...then decided that, given that he was still balls deep inside her, she might as well ask: "You've been wanting to fuck me for a while, haven't you?"

Noah looked away guiltily. "I may or may not have taken some extra glances while you were in Downward Dog..."

Okay, she thought, the autism notwithstanding, I should've noticed that!

"How long have you...?" she started to ask.

He sighed. "Longer than appropriate, I think. Remember when I suggested you start going to Amy's classes instead?"

"That was ages ago!"

"I know. I didn't trust myself to stay professional if you were in my class any longer, but I didn't want to kick you out, either, since you were enjoying it so much."

"But you had to kick me out anyway."

"Out of my classes, but not my studio. There's a very strict 'no fucking the clients' clause in my contract," he admitted sheepishly. "But I still got to see you, and Raid Nights are always fun, right?"

"So you never thought about approaching me? Or did you approach me, and I was so totally clueless that I completely missed the cues?"

"A little bit of A, little bit of B."

"Damn it." Of course, she thought self-deprecatingly.

"Hey, don't feel bad. I was pretty clumsy about it, honestly. I should've been more direct. I'm also dying in here, it's so hot. You mind if I...?"

"We just fucked each other, so no, not at all. It was already hot in here before we got started anyway."

Noah chuckled a little and eased himself out of her, falling back on his heels as he, then stood up to strip down completely naked, his jeans and boxers falling to the floor in a heap next to his shirt. Holly decided that fair was fair and stripped off all her clothing for the second time that day, then slowly raised herself to adjust the thermostat. Sitting up required some doing, what with how sore and tired her body was. Using the coffee table and the couch to pull herself up (and with a little help from Noah), she shakily walked over to the thermostat and turned down the temperature a couple degrees. She pointed down the short hallway to her bedroom.

"I've got a ceiling fan in my room. The living room faces west, so the sun makes it really hot in here in summer."

"A ceiling fan sounds great," he admitted, still wiping sweat off his brow and neck.

Once they were comfortably settled on top of her bed, beneath a rapidly running ceiling fan, both otter and panther let out shared contented sighs. Holly was feeling much better now, and not just about her rude awakening earlier. The sting from that had largely gone away, and Noah had a point: Rob knew, too, so it was only a matter of time before everyone in their group knew. And if Rob didn't tell anyone right away, Mel most certainly would figure it out. That vixen was a regular sleuth, no doubt about it. Holly wondered what would happen to their little server when the news got out: would Mel block and report them to Eros? It hardly seemed fair to the rest of the group who appeared to have a great time (even if Holly never got her chance with Scott; if she were being totally honest, though, Rob was probably as much as she could handle).

The otter shared her concerns with the panther while the fan whirled at top speed above them. He thought about it, then asked if he could be added to their server, which Holly agreed to.

"I don't know if they'll be reported," he said, referring to Trent and Christine, "But if you want to send a message to Eros Support and ask what to do in this situation, I'm sure they'll help. As to whether or not you want to block them, that's up to you. And Mel, too, since you're both admins."

"I just think it'll be too awkward, and if it upset me this much...well, not to brag, but I'm kinda the 'sweetheart' of the group."

"That doesn't surprise me," he smiled. "You're the sweetheart of our group, too."

Holly's phone pinged and she groaned in protest. She didn't want to move, her body hurt too much. But it kept pinging until the otter finally reached over to her nightstand with another unhappy groan to pick it up.

"It's Mel," she said, laying back down. "She's checking up on me, said she and the whole group found out about Trent and Christine. Rob spilled the beans, and apparently everyone is not happy."

"There's a surprise," Noah said sarcastically.

"Hang on, let me text back to tell her I made it back okay, and that I'm feeling better."

"Good idea."

Holly did just that, with the vixen replying almost immediately. Apparently, the Meet-up disbanded not long after Holly and Noah had left. Once the married couple was outed, the rest of the group agreed to feeling betrayed, and one-by-one, promptly left (notably, Sheila and Scott left together, which Mel thought was "delish"). And apparently Rob was asking after Holly, seeing if she was okay.

Poor Rob, Holly thought as she glanced over at her naked friend sharing her bed. What to tell him? Where do we even stand, anyway? What's he looking for? A 'friends-with-benefits' deal, a relationship, what exactly does he want? She wasn't sure now if she meant Rob or Noah.

"You said you've done other orgies before? Five, now?" Holly asked.

"Yup. And like I said, the bigger ones are usually more fun."

The otter held up her phone. "Mel and the group found out, and they bounced. Sounds like Mel's already blocked those two, but I asked if she could add you and she was totally on board."

"I'll bet she was," he said with a self-satisfied smirk. "She pounced on me like a tiger on a deer." He paused. "Wow, that didn't sound as conceited in my head."

Holly giggled a little but winced to feel the tenderness in her lower abdomen and between her legs. She didn't think a giggle could do that. Then she had an idea.

"Are you part of other servers?" she asked. "For planning other orgies?"

"Honestly, the thought never crossed my mind: we usually just let Eros take care of everything, then everyone shows up and that's that. A chat server to get to know everyone ahead of time? That's not a bad idea. Honestly, I can recommend a few people I met through Eros who you can add, I'm sure they'd love the idea."

Holly smiled, glad he liked her idea. "I'll ask Mel if she's open to that. From what I saw today, I'd say she's open to a lot of things..."

This time he laughed, and playfully nudged her. "Look at you, cracking jokes now. You must be feeling better."

"That's what Rob said earlier. But honestly, I feel like I've been through a meat grinder, my body's so sore."

"A warm bath should do the trick. Though maybe not right now," he added with his own groan. "It's too damn hot, even with the fan."

"Yeah, I might wait until later, when I can trust my legs again," she quipped, and texted her suggestion to Mel about adding more seasoned orgy-goers to their server, people Noah knew and vetted from previous encounters. The vixen, naturally, loved the idea, and begged her to get Noah's contacts ASAP. Then Mel asked what happened after Noah took her home...

Holly hesitated. Should she tell her? Mel probably already guessed, so no harm in telling the truth: she confirmed that she and Noah did in fact already know each other and that, yes, they had fucked each other senseless when they got back to Holly's apartment.

"I knew it!" Mel replied immediately. "You're a lucky girl!"

Was she, though? The question of where Noah stood and where she stood was still up in the air. Holly laid back down next to the panther and sighed. Her natural shyness kept her from asking right away, but the tense stillness between them, and the things he'd said earlier, made it impossible to stay silent for long.

"So what are we, right now?" she finally asked. "Are we a one-time thing? Friends with benefits? Or..." Or what? Did she dare go further?

He exhaled heavily. "I'm leaving that up to you. I'd love to know what comes after the 'or' there," he said, "but if you're not ready for a relationship, I understand. I don't want this to be a one-time-thing. I _have_been interested in you for a while, I was just too chickenshit to say anything. But if you're not ready..."

Holly leaned over and pecked his cheek. "I'm open to something more if you are. God knows I'd like to put my toy collection on the shelf for a while, after...well, what we did earlier," she said, blushing at the thought of how wantonly she let herself be fucked on her living room floor, "That felt way better than any toy. If you want something more exclusive, though, I'm open to that, too. Just...I guess I'm leaving that up to you, too?"

"So we're at an impasse."

"Pretty much."

"How about, and hear me out," he started, propping himself up on his elbow. "Since I'm not your yoga instructor anymore, this is kosher, no professional clauses holding us back. We can start slow, give it a shot, and see where it goes?"

Holly couldn't help but smirk. "Kinda like at an orgy: just get started, and see where it goes from there?"

"Sorta, but not exactly? I can see the connection, though. What I meant was...maybe giving a relationship a try, and if it doesn't work out, okay, no big, we can still be friends afterwards, right?"

"Of course! But...if it does work out..." she said, hoping she looked sincere and encouraging enough.

"...Then it works out," he finished, smiling hopefully.

The otter didn't have to think twice about it. Noah wasn't the only one sneaking peeks during Downward Dog, after all... Despite the soreness and the heat in the room, she shifted over and snuggled up against him, resting her head on his shoulder as he lay back down next to her. Another thought occurred to her, and she asked,

"You promise to take me to the next big orgy you go to?"

"I promise that you'll be my Plus One at the next big orgy. But only if you're okay with that," he promised.

Holly nuzzled his lean chest and smiled, already fantasizing about it.

"I think I'm okay with that," she said happily.

Notes: I'm not as happy with this one as I am with my first chapter with Marian, and the first chapter in the series (which yes, I am absolutely going to continue the Eros Agency series, with different characters, different fantasies, etc.). I do want to revisit Holly and Noah's relationship in the future, and give Holly the orgy she deserves, but that'll take some time as I have other unfinished chapters and independent stories in the pipeline that I want to complete first.

I hope you enjoyed this installment of The Eros Agency series, and if so, please leave a review to let me know what you think! And trust me, there's more to come (pun very much intended).