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Josh’s eyes fixated on the glowing embers of Zeke’s cigarette. Tiny flickering particles sprinkled onto a cold metal railing with a soft sizzle, complementing the hustle and bustle of the city below. A cool breeze whipped through Josh’s feathers.

“I didn’t know you smoked,” Josh said. “Not that I’m judging.”

Zeke shrugged in response. He didn’t budge his gaze from the parade of cars below.

“It’s a habit I picked up in college. And like most habits, it’s easier to pick up than put down.” A sigh, and: “I’m not particularly proud of it. I’ve tried to quit a couple times. But the stress always comes back to bite me.”

Josh cracked an anxious smile. He said, “Yeah. God, being an adult sucks sometimes.”

“Being a community organizer sucks,” Zeke corrected. A cynical scowl flashed across his capricid maw. “Managing everything… and every_one_… is so hard, Josh.”

A moment of silence. Sixty feet below their feet, two cars beeped at each other. A chubby man walked past a street corner and dropped a styrofoam cup in a trash can. He passed a happy couple in silence. Neither party acknowledged each other, and then they forgot each other.

Josh asked, “What makes it tough?”

Zeke sniffled at the chilly air. He said, “Well, obviously there’s organizing group events, right? Which is hard, but I like it. I would make such a great party planner…”

“Uh huh.”

“...But then there’s also handling, like, interpersonal conflict. We’re basically a commune, so a lot of that falls to me – just yesterday, I was handling something between Chrissy and her neighbor.”

“What was that about?”

“I don’t even want to talk about it,” Zeke huffed. “But this community is my life’s work. So I have to talk about it. Every day, I have to make sure everyone’s alright. I have to assess finances. I have to resolve conflict. It’s hard to find time for myself.”

Josh sighed. His face softened. “I’m sorry, Zeke. But… for what it’s worth, I really admire all the work you do here. It’s inspiring.”

Zeke chuckled exhaustedly. He replied, “Yeah?”

“Of course.” Josh rubbed the back of his head, shuffling his fingers awkwardly over his jacket’s hood. He said, “You’re confident, and you’re hot, and you built this huge commune from scratch. To be honest, I’m a little jealous of you. Or… your ambition, I guess.”

The goat listened there, stunned, silent, before releasing a satisfied huff. “Thanks,” he said. “That actually means a lot to me.” A cough. “It feels good to be appreciated.”

Josh hummed in response. He eyed Zeke’s strong, chiseled figure – square, toned pecs tumbling across visible abs, all covered in a layer of silver-white fur. A tight mesh shirt enveloped Zeke’s chest, just barely allowing his nipples to poke through, and faded into a pair of black jeans. A thin pool of smoke leaked from the goat’s jutting maw.

“Not to say that my friends here don’t appreciate me. They do,” Zeke added. “It’s just hard. It’s so hard, especially when I work full-time, to maintain everything.”

Josh once more eyed the tip of Zeke’s cigarette. It was worn down to the filter now, a nub between the goat’s fingers, burning a millimeter away from his flesh.

“I’m sorry,” Josh echoed. He wasn’t sure what to say. “I’m sorry that managing this stuff has been so hard for you. I wish I could help.”

Zeke nodded, flicking the cigarette butt off of his porch. It careened, unseen, toward the sidewalk below, as its embers faded.

“You’re under no obligation to help. This is my responsibility; and it’s one I’m happy to undertake,” Zeke said. He then let his shoulders relax, cracked his neck, and added: “Thank you, though. For listening to me. I really appreciate it.”

“Of course. Any time.” And the pair returned inside, awkwardly closing the glass sliding door behind themselves.

Zeke’s apartment was doused in gaudy magenta light, spread like wildfire by a hot LED bulb. Incense burned in the air – myrrh, like always – and infiltrated Josh’s chilly nostrils. He had come to associate the scent with relaxation, arousal, safety; such were his feelings toward Zeke.

“Mind if we take some time to smoke before fucking?” Zeke asked, and meandered toward a towering bong in the corner of his living room. “Today’s been long, and I want to ease into it.”

Josh cleared his throat, nodded, and plopped down on the couch. “It’s no problem,” he said. “We’ll take all the time you need.”

“Thanks.” And Zeke harshly twisted his grinder, eviscerating the plant inside. Fuck, even the way Zeke grinded weed was hot. Josh was so hopelessly smitten by that tough, exasperated beauty. Darkened bags hung from the goat’s eyes, half-formed wrinkles lined his maw. A faded scar traced along his left forearm – an old wound from when Zeke played with jackknives as a teen.

“After a long day, I just need a moment to relax,” Zeke admitted, wrapping his hard knuckles around the grinder’s metallic exterior. “You actually caught me just as I came home from work. I usually take my smoke breaks alone.”

Josh laughed and replied, “Hopefully you don’t mind me being here, then. I just was in the area, and… yeah.”

Zeke waved his paw. “Don’t worry about it,” he said. “I’m always glad to see you. Especially when we have fun planned.”

He then removed the top from the grinder, pouring an ample dollop of green into the bong’s bowl. Surgically, as if meditating, he constructed a mound there. Hell, this probably was Zeke’s preferred form of meditation.

“How’s Jordan?” Zeke asked over his shoulder. “They’re in… New York, right?”

Josh sighed. “Yeah, for a week,” he pouted. “It’s only been two days, and I’m already withering away in our apartment. Like a Victorian widow or something.”

Zeke laughed. He said, “Well, tonight will be a reprieve for you, then. We’re going to give you lots of attention.”

The comment made Josh squirm. “Who are we going to see?” he asked.

“Chrissy and Nathan, of course. And then… their neighbors, Jess and Abe. They’re especially eager to see you again.”

Jess. Abe. Josh ran those names through his head again and again, parsing their origins. Where had he met them before?

And like a flash, the memory returned. He’d met the couple at Zeke’s pup party – Jess being the owner, and Abe her pup. Jess was a thin avian covered in a thick layer of hazel down, while Abe was a short-furred wolf. Moreover, Abe was ravenous at that party – just his gaze was enough to strike fear into the little duck’s heart. And arousal, of course.

“O–oh, okay,” Josh stuttered. “Well, I’ll be glad to see everyone, then.”

“Mhm.” Zeke then sauntered to Josh’s side on the couch, carefully cradling his bong between his muscular thighs.

He said, “I call this bong the Emperor.”

Josh giggled. He asked, “Isn’t that a little dramatic?”

Zeke gave a sly smile. “When you take a hit from this thing, you’ll understand why I gave it that name,” he replied. He then reached toward the coffee table, swiping at the cheap lighter on its glassy surface.

“I go first, and I’ll pass it to you,” Zeke said. “Try not to hack up a lung, alright?”

Josh’s beak scrunched. “Now hold on,” he pouted, and batted his eyes. “Shouldn’t your guest get the first hit?”

Zeke laughed. He said, “Buddy, I really don’t think you want the first hit from this thing. You need to pace yourself.”

Josh puffed out his cheeks. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Zeke then smacked his lips, pointed at Josh’s thin chest. “You’re a little itty bitty weed baby. And I’m your master for tonight. So do as I say, hm? You’ll feel better.”

The duck chuckled. “Sure,” he said, and relented. “But just because you’re my master for tonight. Next time, I expect to be treated like a queen.”

Zeke hummed. “Sure,” he said, and lifted his lighter to the plant. A soft crackle emanated from the glass. Its shaft grew cloudy, fire coursed through the bowl, and a deep gurgle caused the water to bubble.

The goat then pulled himself away, sputtering a little on the smoke in his lungs. “Here,” he choked, and outstretched the bong. “Take it.”

And just as Josh gripped the bong, Zeke erupted in a coughing fit. A plume flew from his lips, spread across the ceiling, and dissipated into the apartment’s stuffy air. Tiny flecks of spittle landed on the coffee table before Zeke could even raise his elbow.

Josh followed much the same. Even as he took the tiniest of hits, the smoke was positively acrid. He sputtered immediately, his fingers hastily gripping the bong so as to not drop it onto the floor.

“Woah, woah!” Zeke bellowed, and snatched the glassware from Josh’s trembling fingers. “I paid a hundred dollars for this thing. Be –ack! – careful.”

“S–sorry.” Josh coughed onto the floor, his eyes growing hazy in the smoke. “I never smoke. Fuck, that is strong.”

Zeke cleared his throat, patted Josh on the back. “This is called Girl Scout Cookies,” he said, and laughed. “Fuck, I’m better now. You alright?”

Josh nodded, steadied his voice. “Yeah, I’m fine. Gosh, that is… strong.” A beat, and then: “I’m going to bottom so easily tonight, holy shit.”

“Yeah. It’s like poppers, but better,” Zeke joked, then paused. He raised a water bottle to his lips, took a quick swig. “Now… c’mon. I gotta show you your gear.”

Josh cleared his throat and slowly rose to his feet. Blood rushed to his head for only a moment, causing him to sway. Zeke grabbed his arm, holding the avian steady.

“Woah. You alright?” Zeke asked. “We can take a minute if you need.”

Alas, Josh shook his head. An absent smile adorned his beak, his eyes red. “No, no, I’m fine,” he said. “Just feeling a little light-headed, is all.”

“You sure?”

“Yeaaah.”

And as Zeke gazed into Josh’s empty stare, he realized that the avian was, indeed, more than fine.

“Then follow me. And try not to trip,” Zeke said, and dragged Josh by the arm into his room. Josh stumbled along without a second thought.

“So, for today you’ll be in a full suit. Head-to-toe, with a tiny hole for your mouth,” Zeke announced, and made a beeline for his closet. “Go sit while I get it all out – this stuff is a mess.”

Josh obeyed. Moreover, he ogled at Zeke’s ass as he opened up the closet, bent over, and rummaged around. God, it was so cute. Small, but toned. A tiny capricid tail flitted excitedly on top. Even while clad in jeans, the man’s ass made Josh salivate.

“You’ll also be mounted to the ceiling at some points. It’s hard to explain – but you’ll see it for yourself soon,” Zeke continued. “Suffice it to say, it’ll be very difficult for you to move around, haha.”

“Y–yeah,” Josh breathed. God, the prospect of being so intimately bound made his head spin. He then recoiled as Zeke revealed a long wig, setting it aside.

Josh asked, “Is that… for me?”

Zeke glanced at him, shook his head. “No, no,” he explained. “I’d actually like to try some… drag for tonight.” A sigh. “I barely ever get to explore my feminine side. So this is going to be new for me.”

“Oh!” Josh perked up. “I didn’t know you even wanted that.”

“Does it surprise you that much?”

“No! No,” Josh echoed. “I just… you’ve always seemed so secure in your masculinity. I had no clue. But I’m… well, I’m excited to see it.”

Zeke smiled. “Thanks,” he said. “I’ll be wearing a cute little get-up. Some stockings, my wig. Granted, I’ll mostly be watching, but… I don’t know. This is just so new – sometimes I feel like I shouldn’t try at all.” A sigh. “I guess I’m a little nervous. You get me?”

Josh frowned, then thought for a moment. “I understand,” he admitted. “The only reason I’ve been able to crossdress is because Jordyn’s been encouraging me. It’s hard to feel like you’re good enough.”

The goat shook his head. “Yeah.”

“... But I feel like you’re good enough. More than good enough.”

Zeke cracked a smile, turning the wig idly in his paws. “Really?” he asked.

“Of course,” Josh replied. “You’re beautiful.”

The latex corset snugly enveloped the entirety of Josh’s feathered waist. His once-shining hazelnut feathers were overlaid by a thick layer of inky black. Straps criss-crossed his chest, his legs, his neck, and bound the boy taut. On his feet were fastened a long, thick pair of boots. Their gaudy dark laces stretched all the way to his knee, their platforms lifting Josh unsteadily into the air like a fawn taking its first steps.

“I feel like a prey animal,” Josh said, and adjusted his mask. Pitch darkness surrounded him, leaving him blind, half-deaf. Only a single hole remained in the mask, cut wide to accommodate his beak. He traced his latex-clad finger along that last remaining vestige of unblemished flesh, savoring that glossy texture of his newfound rubbery body.

Josh asked, “Will I not be allowed to take the pouch off?” And he motioned to his package, wrapped snug in a bundle of black nylon. “I might be leaking a little already, haha.”

Zeke hummed, donning a pair of lacey black gloves. “You’re just a toy, my dear. And toys don’t get to make requests.” A pause, and then: “You won’t need your genitals in that way tonight, anyhow. Let the adults do all the thinking for now, hm?”

“Y–yes, master.” Fuck, the anticipation was making Josh sweat; and more than that, it made him aroused. A thin dribble of precum already slid down his erect cock, pressing eagerly against the thin mesh.

Meanwhile, Zeke was adjusting his outfit for the night. He affixed the long brunette wig to his head, fluffing out the ends, and allowed them to tumble across his broad shoulders. A thick smattering of red lipstick adorned his lips, clean-shaven, and complemented his violet eye-shadow. The sight made Zeke happy. Inexplicably, strangely happy.

“Yaknow, I’m surprised it took me this long to do drag,” Zeke admitted. “I think I look… beautiful. Maybe for the first time.”

Josh laughed. “If I could see you, I’d agree, haha.”

“Oh, believe me… tonight, I’ll show myself in other ways,” Zeke teased. He then pulled his stockings upward, slipping himself into a stunning pair of red high heels. The shoes paired nicely with a tight, busty crimson blouse, and a nondescript black skirt. Hell, Zeke almost got hard just looking at himself.

“How did you feel when you dressed femme for the first time?” Zeke asked.

Josh hummed. “Freed. Scared, and weird, and a little aroused. But probably… yeah, liberated, I guess.” A chuckle. “Yaknow, like I was finally enough.”

Zeke recoiled a little, then laughed. “Yeah, that’s pretty damn accurate,” he admitted. “I feel… all of those things. Thanks, uh, for being cool about it.”

Josh replied, “Oh, it’s nothing. Thank you for being cool with me being a toy!” He cleared his throat. “A blind, helpless toy… oh wow, I’m so turned on. When are we heading out?”

“Don’t worry. We’ll get going soon,” Zeke replied. He then did a quick spin in the mirror, a last check on his outfit, before gently grasping Josh’s shoulder.

He said, “Okay, I’m ready. You’re alright? You can still breathe?”

Josh’s feet stumbled unsteadily, blindly, into Zeke’s living room. “Yeah, I can breathe,” he said, and his voice trembled. “God, even having you guide me around makes me feel so… helpless. And submissive.”

“Wow. Just wait until we actually have sex,” Zeke teased.

And thus, the pair shambled into Zeke’s living room, through its front door, and into the dim hallway. It was quiet.

“This would be the worst time for someone to come through in the elevator,” Josh joked.

Zeke locked his apartment door and scoffed. “C’mon. Don’t jinx us, man.”

Then, the couple walked two, three doors downward, and stopped. Zeke knocked lightly on the nearest door, and shortly thereafter it opened. Strange music blared from within, accompanied by a warm gust of air.

“Hi! Oh my lord. You look so cute!” someone said.

Zeke chuckled. He replied, “Thanks, Chrissy. But I’m not the star of the show tonight.”

Then, awed silence as Chrissy took in Josh’s getup. She covered her snout with her paws, those sharp claws pulling gently on her skin.

“Oh my lord!” Chrissy bellowed, her feline tail swatting excitedly at her doorframe. “This is Josh? He looks adorable!”

Josh blushed at the compliment. He choked, “H–hi Chrissy. Sorry if I trip over anything. I can’t really… see, haha.”

The lioness’s chunky paw grasped at Josh’s shoulder, gave it a reassuring pat. She said, “Oh, you don’t have to worry! We’re all gonna treat you very well tonight. Especially since you’re our special guest.”

The door then closed behind Josh with a solid ka-chunk. Chrissy’s paw remained on his shoulder, grounding him, while she eagerly called out to her husband. The smell of baked goods wafted from the nearby kitchen.

“Nathan! They’re here,” Chrissy called.

The clattering of a baking pan. And then: “Alright! One minute.”

Chrissy’s voice was excited, almost sultry, as she then whispered in Josh’s ear: “Nathan’s making scones.”

“I–I like scones?” Josh replied, and shuffled on his feet. “At least, I think I do.”

Zeke clattered about at Josh’s side, obviously fumbling for something in his bag. He said, “Chrissy… just so you know, tonight I’m going to be taking lots of videos. Jordyn told me to make sure they can see all of this when they get back.”

Josh gulped. He asked, “Wait, Jordyn told you that?”

“Yep,” Zeke replied, and unveiled a shoddy electronic camera from his thick pack. “Better believe it. And I’m more than willing to indulge. Especially now that you look so adorable.”

Chrissy giggled. “I can’t wait to be a movie star,” she said, and fluffed her hair. “Oh, can you get a quick picture of me kneeling by his dick? I wanna mount it on my wall.”

A shiver ran through Josh’s feathers. He choked, sputtering, “Uh, maybe I should get situated first? Standing on my own is kinda hard in this thing.”

Zeke hummed, uncapping his camera’s lens. He said, “Josh is right. We should get him all chained up before he falls over.” He then cleared his throat. “Do you have the hook all set up and stuff?”

Chrissy chirped, “Yep! I tested it this morning. Oh, I’m so excited.”

And thus, Zeke guided Josh to the center of the living room, situating the nervous duck smack-dab where the coffee table would be. Two couches laid facing him. Black leather restraints dangled by Josh’s sides.

“If you don’t mind, I’m gonna get a few shots of you setting him up,” Zeke said. He then kneeled, squinting behind the chunky camera. “Josh is like an endangered animal. We gotta get come candids of him.”

“They’re hardly candid if you announce it like that,” Josh guffawed. “But sure. Go ahead, haha.”

“Oh, shush,” Zeke said, followed by the soft snaps of a camera shutter. “Any more backtalk and I’ll have to break out the whip.”

Josh recoiled. “There’s a whip?!”

“If you keep sassing, maybe.”

Chrissy’s claws deftly ran the length of Josh’s suit, picking at the attached loops and clicking them onto the leather straps. First, she attached a strap to Josh’s head, then slipped another between his wrists.

“Wh–what are you… I’m gonna be completely restrained? Right away?” Josh echoed.

Zeke asked, “You got a problem with that?”

“N–no.” Josh blushed under his mask. “I just… oh gosh, this is all so surreal. I’m already dripping.”

Chrissy laughed. “You’re fucking adorable,” she cooed, and clipped a ring around both of Josh’s wrists. “Lean forward now,” she said. “You’re gonna be pulled taut between your head and wrists.”

And alas, she was right. In only a moment, the eagle was bound to the ceiling, spilled forward, legs splayed, feet grazing the floor. He comfortably floated there, blinded, anxious, aroused.

“Try not to swing me, haha,” he joked. “Or ride me, for that matter. We’d bust the ceiling open.”

Chrissy laughed. She said, “Don’t worry. We have much better things planned for you.”

The lioness then crouched down below Josh’s package, gave a cheesy thumbs-up to the camera. Her sharp, white teeth poked eagerly from beneath her lips. “Take a picture,” she bellowed. “I want to immortalize this moment.”

Zeke cracked a grin, framed the photo. “Maybe we can get a sculptor later, then. But for now, a photo will do.” And then, a click. “Got it.”

“Thanks,” Chrissy said. She then stood, surveying Josh’s prone body.

Predatory thoughts crept through the veneer of her consciousness, urging her to molest the boy. The curves of Josh’s body had been smoothed, perfected, by his latex covering. His plump ass laid clearly defined, upturned, ripe for the taking. His muscled arms remained locked behind his back, taut, tensed, while his head floated at waist-height. It was almost too easy. Though that, perhaps, was the point.

Suddenly, a voice rang from the kitchen – Nathan, the fox. He stepped from the doorway and removed his apron, tossing it to the side. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, then laid eyes on Josh.

“Oh my lord. Strung up already?” Nathan asked. “I just put my scones in the oven.”

Chrissy joked, “Yeah! They’ll be a perfect after-sex snack.”

“Haha. Is it bad that that turns me on?” Nathan asked, and shuffled his feet. The skinny fox donned a baggy hawaiian shirt, undone in the front, his soft orange chest laid bare underneath. A comfortable pair of khaki shorts wrapped his groin. “Next thing you know, I’m going to have a baking kink.”

Chrissy laughed, then lifted her shirt over her head. Her plump, cream-colored breasts now laid bare flat against her chubby tummy, and she let out a sigh of relief.

“Oh, I hate wearing clothes,” Chrissy said, and fanned herself. “My fur is enough to keep me warm.”

And then, nothing. Shuffling seemed to surround Josh on all sides. He swiveled his head left, right, but could barely move an inch. The voices of his captors blended together into a cacophony of indistinguishable laughter, hums, whispers. The anticipation made him squirm.

The boy cleared his throat and asked,” Hey, uh… when do we start?”

Giggling, shuffling. “What did he say?” Nathan asked.

“Wants to know when we start,” Zeke replied.

“Oh, of course he does.”

Chrissy exclaimed, “Don’t tell him! He loves the suspense.”

Alas, the lioness was right. He did love the suspense. His heart raced, his breaths quickened, his wrists instinctively pulling at the ceiling-mounted restraints. Like a pendulum, he swung softly from side-to-side.

“You should know that, when you struggle, your restraints become tighter,” Chrissy warned. Her paws clanked around clumsily in a box, searching for something. “So don’t move too much – that is, unless you want your blood flow to stop.” She then stopped, yipped in excitement. “Oh! Here it is. Zeke, camera ready?”

“You betcha,” the goat replied.

In only a moment, Chrissy had rounded Josh’s side, knelt down, and hovered before his face. The boy could feel the lioness’s warm breath on his exposed beak – sweet, wet.

“Hi, baby,” she cooed, and laid a soft paw on his cheek. “You ready to begin?”

Josh nodded. “J–just be gentle at first, okay?”

“Oh, honey. I was planning on it.” Chrissy drew a deep breath, leaned inward. Her lips then gently brushed Josh’s beak, planting soft kisses on it as she held the boy still.

Soft moans emanated from Josh’s beak. Fuck, he didn’t expect that he’d get to excited from mere kisses. But even now, as he hung helpless from the ceiling, his mind wandered. He was no longer just a duck, a boy, or a person; he was a toy. A latex toy. And only his masters could decide what he would be used for.

Chrissy’s tongue then punched beyond the veneer of Josh’s beak, plunging inside, licking along his teeth, his soft palate. A satisfied growl rumbled in her chest. It was not often that she received such delectable prey; presented on a silver platter, no less. She would be sure to savor him. Sharply.

Conversely, Josh’s mind dipped into a submissive haze. Chrissy’s tongue plugged his mouth, restricting his airflow, causing him to sputter and twitch. That warm, tingling sensation of oxygen deprivation crept through his limbs like a warm blanket. Slow and tender, then frantic. Only the slightest bit of air kept him lucid, huffing feverishly from his nasal passages.

Chrissy then pulled away, licked the boy’s fresh saliva from her lips. “He’s delicious,” she growled, eyeing the boy through slitted pupils. “I could devour him all night.”

“Hey, save some for the rest of us,” Zeke called. He then adjusted his camera onto a mounted tripod, giving his arms a rest, before turning to Nathan. “Fuck, Nathan… are you eating raw dough?”

The fox gave a tired shrug. A clear bulge burgeoned from his khaki pants.

“Can’t a guy have fun at an orgy?” he asked, and took a large bite from the uncooked scone dough. It looked disgusting.

Chrissy, however, failed to notice. Her thin tail whipped to and fro, as if she were toying with prey, and she rummaged inside of a plastic box.

“Here we are,” she then said, and triumphantly revealed a vibrating wand. She held it above her head, as if pulling the sword from the stone.

Chrissy asked, “Are you okay, hun?”

“Y–yes,” Josh replied. “Fuck, you’re… a good kisser, haha.”

“A spiked tongue is good for something,” Chrissy quipped. “Now… I’d say you earned a little reward. Let’s see how you handle some pleasure, hm?”

Josh gulped. “Wha–?”

Before he could speak, a low, pleasant vibration resounded throughout Josh’s groin. Chrissy had positioned the wand just below his glans, causing his little cock to twitch and throb. He attempted to buck forward into the wand, but was swiftly reminded of his leather bindings; the boy couldn’t move.

“F–fuck!” he whined. His chest heaved, his eyes squeezed shut under a thick layer of latex. “Fuck, oh my god… it feels so good…”

Chrissy grinned. “Really?” she asked. “Tell me how much you love mistress’s touch then, hun. Spare no detail.”

A high-pitched moan flew uncontrollably from Josh’s beak. His wrists pulled uselessly at his restraints, his back arching.

“Oh, I… god, you feel so good,” he breathed. “Fuck, it’s tantalizing. I want to hump it…”

Chrissy smacked her lips. “Aw, honey…” she cooed. “I would let you, but… well, toys aren’t allowed to decide when they’re pleasured. You understand, don’t you?”

“All too well,” Josh replied. “Fuck, I’m so wet.”

“Do you want me to press harder?” Chrissy teased.

“Y–yes. Please.”

Chrissy’s grip tightened around the wand. Her claws unsheathed, clicking along the hard plastic. “Then beg. Loud, so the camera can hear.”

Josh winced. “Please, mistress,” he begged, and stifled a pathetic grunt. “Please, harder.”

“Louder.”

“Please, mistress. I need you. I need to feel you. Harder, please – ah!”

The duck’s body froze, shivered, and convulsed. Chrissy’s wand pressed harder against his package, making the boy sputter. His suit squeaked with every writhing movement of his pleasured limbs.

“Nathan,” Chrissy called. “Do me a favor, will you? Hold the wand to his cock.”

The clueless fox stared intently at his wife, licking sweet crumbs from his paws. “Why?”

Chrissy looked over her shoulder and replied, “Because I’m going to make him eat me out, that’s why.”

Nathan’s face then lit up. “Oh. Fuck yeah,” he said. “I can’t wait to make my first cameo in a porno.”

And so, the fox jaunted toward Josh’s prone body, taking the wand from Chrissy’s grip and holding it against the duck’s package from the side. Chrissy then proceeded to disrobe, tossing her pants to the side.

The lioness’s ass was round, plump, covered in a thin sheen of golden fur. Just below Chrissy’s abs, nestled between her thick thighs, nestled her warm vulva. Her thin, strong tail whipped playfully at the ground, like a housecat eyeing a toy, as she gazed at her prey.

“Now, Josh… I need you to do something very special for me,” the predator growled. “I need you to make me cum. And if you don’t, you will not be allowed to orgasm for the rest of the night. Understand?”

Josh attempted to nod, but was held still. Instead he croaked, “Y–yes, mistress. Anything for you.”

Chrissy smiled. “Good,” she bellowed, and stepped closer. Her slit hovered before Josh’s beak, already slick with lust. She ran her claws between those moist folds, along the periphery of her clit, before gently pressing it against Josh’s beak.

“Smell it,” Chrissy demanded. “Do you like how your mistress smells, honey?”

Josh recoiled at the sudden intrusion, but quickly regained his senses. The scent of his mistress’s lust made him squirm in all the right ways – that light, sour scent washing over him like a wave. Like a mutt, his tongue lolled from his mouth, reaching desperately for Chrissy’s pussy.

“That desperate?” his mistress teased. “God, your package is soaked.”

Josh let loose a nervous chuckle. “I can’t help it,” he admitted. “Fuck, please let me eat you out, mistress. I… I need you.”

“Aww…” Chrissy cooed. “Good boy. Of course, baby.”

Then, for just a moment, Chrissy froze up. She had to suppress her giddy eagerness, that instinctive laughter. In truth, maintaining an unflappable dominant demeanor was hard for her. Behind that mask of sadistic pleasure laid a childlike enthusiasm for providing pleasure – especially in the case of such adorable prey.

Chrissy’s scent became more pungent, intoxicating, as she hugged Josh’s beak. Her leaking cunt pressed needily against him, urging his tongue forward onto her flesh.

“Oooooh. Fuck.” Chrissy threw her head back, thrusting herself onto the boy’s beak. “That’s it, honey,” she growled. “Keep going. Just like that. Lick your mistress’s clit.”

That familiar, sweat-tinged musk laid a thick haze over Josh’s mind. As if hypnotized, he felt compelled to hang on Chrissy’s every word. Her instruction became law, her voice grandiose and godly. And like an automaton, Josh’s tongue licked along the contours of Chrissy’s labia, tracing gently over the edges of her clit. He could feel his mistress’s cunt tense and leak against his mouth, spilling bitter lust onto his palate.

Chrissy moaned, gripping the back of Josh’s head. “Tell mistress how much you like her pussy,” she growled. “Now.”

Josh sputtered, every flick of his desperate tongue, his beak, gliding along Chrissy’s eager flesh. “I love it,” he said, and groaned. “I love it. I love you, mistress.”

Fuck, Josh was losing himself. He once again attempted to instinctually buck against the vibrator, but only further entangled himself between latex straps. He could feel that vague, pillowy pleasure mounting between his thighs. His pathetic cock throbbed uselessly against its covering, soaking that polyester in a layer of sticky lust.

He wanted to beg for orgasm, but his mouth remained stuffed with Chrissy’s precum-soaked fur. She humped the boy’s mouth fervently now, her buxom chest heaving. She couldn’t help it – Josh was too cute, too useless. Everything about him made her possessive, dominant, near-deathly. She needed to destroy him.

“More,” Chrissy ordered, near-breathless. “More, you stupid toy… fuck, you feel good.” A low grunt, and then: “I’m going to cum down your throat.”

Those words intensified Josh’s efforts. He deftly flicked his tongue across Chrissy’s clit, allowing its tip to graze her entrance. Again, again, again, that hot vent squeezed against his tongue.

Chrissy’s claws then fully unsheathed, dug into the latex, and nearly pierced Josh’s skin. Two snow-white teeth emerged from her bestial snarl – sharp, deadly, yearning for the taste of blood. A roar flew from the lioness’s throat, her tail tucked between her legs. That primal desire to mate had overtaken her, transforming the taciturn lioness into a feral beast.

“Let me breed you,” she snarled. Her abs tensed, her legs cramped up. And in only a moment, the predator was wracked with a full-body orgasm. Lustful, desperate gasps ejaculated from her throat, her limbs quivered, her mind emptied. Her hot, bitter lust then flooded Josh’s open mouth, filling him with the taste of his mistress. He could feel her insides clench around him, enveloping his tongue, as if breathing the boy in.

The sensation was too much. That sharp pain of his mistress’s claws, the overwhelming stench of her lust, the sound of her husky voice mid-orgasm. It made Josh ravenous, soulless. He’d never felt less human before. For just a minute, the boy was reduced to a tool, a toy, and nothing more. His mortal worries, his surroundings, they all faded in favor of his mistress’s attention. Nothing else mattered – and he could taste, smell, and feel nothing but Chrissy’s cum down his throat.

The boy barely noticed as an orgasm wracked him in turn. His legs uncontrollably shuddered against their restraints, his mouth hung open, and he choked on Chrissy’s cum as his cock flared against the thin fabric. Strings of his virile seed then shot onto the covering, soaking into it, leaving dewy droplets on the surface of the vibrator. Josh then fell limp.

“Fuck. He came hard,” Nathan observed. “The vibe is like, covered, haha.”

Chrissy bit her lip, mustering a small nod as the last of her orgasm fled her. “Fuck. Oh my lord, I really needed that.” And with a grunt, she pulled her groin away from Josh’s beak, unclogging his desperate airway.

Immediately, a damp cough erupted from the duck. He sputtered, spat, hacking up a mix of spittle and lust, before catching his breath. His voice was weak as he then admitted, “I don’t know if I’ve cum that hard before.” A pause, and then: “I wasn’t there for a second.”

“I could tell,” Zeke bellowed from the side. He shuffled his weight, staring eagerly past his camera’s aperture. Truthfully, Josh had forgotten he was there. “I got it all on-camera. Pretty well, too. Not that I want to toot my own horn.” And Zeke powered the camera off.

A shock traveled down Josh’s spine at the realization. “I completely forgot you were gonna show all this to Jordyn,” he admitted. His dick visibly flared at the prospect. “Oh god, I totally blanked, haha. That’s gonna be a lot.”

“Yeah, they’ll be jealous they missed this,” Zeke said, and flashed a smug grin. “Frankly, I’m just glad I got to tape it… I’m guessing y’all want a break now, yeah?”

Chrissy’s legs wobbled, and she fell backwards onto a nearby chair. “Yeah,” she admitted. “My core is gonna fucking ache tomorrow. My back, too.”

Nathan then clumsily climbed out from under Josh’s hanging body, brushed a droplet of cum from his shoulder. “My arm’s gonna hurt, too, from holding that wand.” He then giggled and added, “Not to mention… I didn’t think I was gonna be in the splash zone for this.”

“Are you disappointed about it?” Zeke joked. “I thought you liked being cum’d on.”

Nathan shook his head. “Not when I’m wearing my good Hawaiian shirt,” he teased. “At least cum on my chest or something, haha.”

Zeke then stood, stretched, and walked to Josh. He asked, “Hey, hun. You alright?”

Josh nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine. Out of it, but… fine.”

“Do you want water?”

“Yeah,” Josh replied. “I don’t think Chrissy’s cum hydrated me very well. No offense.”

The lioness guffawed. She laid on that plush chair in the afterglow, legs spread, a mix of saliva and cum dripping from her insides. A satisfied grin stretched across her fanged maw.

“No offense taken,” she mumbled, and then sniffed the air. “Oh, hey babe. I think your scones are done.”

Nathan’s ears perked up at their mention. “My scones!” he bellowed. He then dropped the wand and rushed into the kitchen. “My beautiful babies. Gosh, I hope they’re not burnt…”

Emerald green vines curled along the bong’s neck. As if strangling the glass, it crept from the base to its vent, filled to the brim with thick milky smoke.

And without a single cough, that same smoke billowed from Chrissy’s dangling maw. That overwhelming, skunky smell enveloped the already haze-laden room, the air cloudy with a mix of incense and marijuana.

“Ooooh god, that’s a big one,” Chrissy said, and smacked her lips. “That tasted horrible. I hate smoking.”

Zeke laughed. He replied, “I don’t think it’s meant to taste good, hun.”

“But it should, right?” Chryssy asked, and cleared her throat. Her arm hung limp over Nathan’s shoulder, her first clenched around his bicep. “I mean, if we’re genetically engineering weed, taste should be part of it.”

Josh rubbed the back of his head. His mask laid detached to the side. He replied, “I don’t think it tastes that bad. I kinda like it, actually.” His claw then reached idly to the side, picked at a small platter of scones, and lifted one to his mouth.

Nathan snuggled against Chrissy’s breast, not-so-subtly huffing his wife’s musk. He muttered, “I don’t think it’s that bad, either.”

“Oh, okay. Am I just a pussy, then?” Chrissy joked.

“You’re a pussy_cat_,” Zeke quipped. He didn’t look away from his camera, focusing intently on its digital screen. “Oh wow. Guys, I got some amazing shots here. Jordyn’s gonna love it.”

Josh’s face reddened. “O–oh yeah?” he asked.

“Yeah. I actually have some good stills of you mid-orgasm,” Zeke said. He ran his fingers through his wig, idly playing with its long dark strands. His cock hung half-hard beneath his skirt. “Gosh, I’m the modern David Lynch.”

Nathan’s eyes widened. He said, “No way, Zeke. No one wants to see a porno by David Lynch.”

“Okay, whatever,” Zeke replied, and waved his paw. “Still, though. This is probably the best thing I’ve shot yet.” He then glanced at Josh and added, “I’m glad I got to make this with you, hun.”

“Oh! Well, uh, I’m honored,” Josh replied. “Are we going to shoot the next part at the neighbor’s?”

Zeke replied, “Actually, I invited them here – yaknow, since we have everything set up already. Chrissy, you alright with that?”

The lioness nodded, her eyes half-lidded. She said, “Sure, as long as I get to watch.”

Zeke’s paws fiddled with the camera’s gummy buttons. “Are you too smoked out to join in for this next part?” he teased.

Chrissy responded, “I’m too smoked out to do anything.” A sigh, and her tail swatted at the couch. “It’s gonna be Abe and Jess, right?”

“Yep.”

“Fuck. Alright, that’s fine,” Chrissy mumbled. “When are they coming? Now?”

And, as if on cue, a soft knock sounded from the front door. Zeke huffed, lifted himself from his knees, and trotted toward it. His high heels clacked on the thin carpet.

Zeke then opened the door. “Hey there, Jess,” he said, and motioned inward. “And hey, Abe. Come on in, we’re just taking a small break.”

“Hi, everyone!” Jess called. Her light, preened feathers contrasted against her lovers’ rugged, dark appearance. Those thin, sharp talons clacked along the floor, each coated with a thin veneer of red nail paint. Copper trinkets hung from her head, her neck, draping her in a layer of dapper jewels.

Contrastingly, Abe wore very little. A scant jockstrap just barely hid the finer details of his hefty package. Muscular thighs, strong arms, and defined pecs, all coated in fluffy black fur. The man’s mere gaze roused lust and fear in Josh; but of course, this fear was partially offset by Abe’s eager, wagging tail.

Like a curious pup, Abe charged ahead, his lupine snout twitching at the air. “Did you cook something?” he asked. “I smell blueberries.”

Nathan giggled. “Yeah, I made scones,” he said, and blinked his reddened eyes.”We have a bunch left, if you want. They’re over by Josh.”

The wolf’s piercing gaze then swiveled toward the meek duck. Josh sat hunched there beside the meager platter, his gaze askew, his arms folded neatly across his latex-coated crotch. Gosh, he couldn’t even bring himself to look Abe in the eyes. The man’s wolfish demeanor radiated a captivating mix of childlike innocence and unquestioned authority.

“I know you,” Abe said, and flashed a toothy grin. “Josh… I met you at the pup party, right?”

“Y–yeah,” Josh replied. “I recognize you, too. We were both pups.”

Abe asked, “Were you the one Nathan railed?”

“Yeah, haha. I kinda had to tap out after that.”

Abe guffawed. He said, “Yep. Nate goes rough.” He then motioned to Josh’s side and asked, “Do you mind if I sit down?”

“Please.” And Josh patted the cushion. “I actually, uh, am happy to talk to you. We didn’t get a lot of time last time.”

Abe flopped down onto the cushion with an airy thwump. “I guess we didn’t,” he said, and cracked his neck. “But we can make it up now. Before you’re tied up again, anyway.”

“Oh my gosh, yeah,” Josh chuckled. “I can’t believe the rig they have here. I can’t move at all in it.”

“I believe it either!” Abe replied, and threw his hands in the air. “It’s insane. I’ve been in it myself.”

Josh recoiled. “Really?” he asked.

“Yeah, of course I have. What, do I not look like a sub?”

The duck smiled nervously. “No, not really. No offense,” he said.

“Pffft. Don’t worry, I get that a lot,” Abe admitted. “Although… for tonight, I think you’re going to be our communal sub.”

Josh clicked his tongue, took a drink of water. “That’s kind of my thing at this point,” he replied. “I’m still not sure why you folks like… me? Or like it when I sub. But, yeah. I’m really happy about it.”

Abe hummed. His tail wagged. “Well, that’s easy. Do you wanna know why we like you?”

Josh almost choked on his scone. “S–sure,” he replied. “Why not?”

Abe then stared Josh in the eyes. He flashed a devilish grin and said, “We like you because you’re pathetic. In a cute way, that is.”

“P–pathetic?” Josh echoed. His loins stirred, breath caught in his throat. “Oh lord, that does something for me, haha.”

Abe tilted his head. His big tail smacked the couch’s side. “I knew it would,” he said. “It was a shame I didn’t get to use you at the pup party, but… well, I’ll definitely do so tonight. That’s a promise.”

Before this moment, Josh had never imagined that he’d be strapped to a wooden table by his friends. He never imagined that he’d be doing so while covered head-to-toe in latex, either. But life was full of surprised nowadays.

To the side, Jess and Zeke chatted as they secured the last of Josh’s straps.

“You look amazing, Zeke,” Jess cooed. “Like, damn. I never imagined you’d look so cute in a wig!”

“Oh, you flatter me,” Zeke replied, attempting to play it cool. The tiniest quiver in his voice betrayed his embarrassment. “I just thought…. Well, if I’m going to be a cameraman tonight, I might as well look good.”

Jess asked, “Are you using he/him tonight?”

“Yeah. But I might try she/her next time.”

“That would be cute!” Jess said, and clapped her hands together. “Oh my gosh, can I do your makeup next time?”

“Y–yeah, sure,” Zeke said. “I also have another favor to ask of you, if you’re okay with it. Could you, uh, handle the camera a little tonight? I was hoping to have some fun with Josh myself. I’ll probably go first.”

Jess smiled and repliws, “Of course, hun. Don’t worry, I know how to work this thing.”

“Good,” Zeke breathed, and tied his last knot. “Alright, Josh. You all good there?”

“Yep,” the duck chirped. His cock was already at half-mast, its polyester veil removed. “I’m ready.”

Zeke then nodded, and began to affix a ball gag to Josh’s beak. The boy’s words were quickly reduced to muffled gargles, his arms and legs pulled taut against the table’s smooth wooden surface.

“He’s so cute,” Abe cooed. “His ass is uncovered, too, right?”

“Yeah, it’s uncovered,” Zeke said. “But I’d like to go first, if that’s okay.”

Abe nodded, stepped aside. “He’s all yours.”

And then, a brief silence. Inoffensive music blared. A cold squelch, and then the creaking of the wooden table as Zeke climbed on top.

“There we go,” Zeke cooed, and straddled the vulnerable boy’s groin. His engorged capricid penis rested atop Josh’s, greeted by its warmth. “Ah, that’s comfortable. Nod once if you’re alright, honey.”

Josh nodded. Once again, he resisted the primal instinct to buck his hips.

Zeke licked his lips. His package was notably larger than Josh’s; the weight of the goat’s testicles weighed on Josh’s abdomen, churning and tensing with every slight adjustment of their bodies.

As Zeke sat atop the prone duck, he felt elated. Strangely elated, in fact. There was a certain euphoria in dominating while dressed femme; it felt truer, more intimate than domming while masc. A dark wig just barely obscured his curling, sharp horns; fishnet stockings adorned his thighs, his calves, and framed his plump ass, his thick cock. For once, he was feminine on his own terms. God, it felt good.

Zeke’s fingers wrapped snugly around his dick, hugging it against Josh’s. The duck squirmed underneath, that warmth of the goat’s genitals squishing against his own.

“For tonight… you’re going to call me mistress,” Zeke said. “Understood?”

Josh nodded. A whimper escaped his beak.

“Good boy,” Zeke cooed, and gyrated his hips. His soft sheath glided along Josh’s engorged flesh. A thin glaze of precum coated Zeke’s glans, dripping itself over Josh’s exposed groin. Sweat from Zeke’s thighs dripped onto Josh’s latex covering, those little droplets of moisture running down between the duck’s legs. Zeke’s little tail flitted excitedly and betrayed his innocent glee at frotting the pathetic boy.

Josh’s arms shook as he felt himself used, those latex straps holding them taut. Buckles clanked against the table’s legs as he struggled. Josh wanted to beg, to moan Zeke’s name, anything. But the only sounds which escaped him were muffled groans. That signature mix of fear and arousal filled him – total, utter invulnerability, and it electrified him. His dick quivered.

“You’re so excited, honey,” Zeke said. He wore that smug grin as naturally as he breathed, cherry-red lipstick curling along his maw. “I hope you don’t mind that I use you tonight, honey. I’m sure Jordyn won’t mind, either.”

Josh moaned in protest. The glint of a camera’s lens flashed in his peripheral vision. The thought of Jordyn making fun of him hundreds of miles away made him squirm. Hell, he must look absolutely defenseless.

Zeke then scooted upward, straddling the poor boy’s chest. His glans laid atop Josh’s gagged beak, twitching between the duck’s nostrils.

“Smell that?” Zeke asked. “That’s your mistress’s musk, honey. Do you like it?”

And Josh did. Quite a lot, actually. Musky, sweaty, sour, but not overpowering. Hell, it even smelled floral. And as Zeke laid his balls across Josh’s nostrils, that smell intensified – earthy, nutty. It made Josh twitch, his jaw agape.

“There we go, honey,” Zeke said. “Smell your mistress. Let me take care of you.”

Josh felt himself fading. Zeke’s weight made it difficult for him to breathe – and every breath was tainted with that same lust, entering him, becoming him. Josh didn’t even notice as Zeke unbuckled his gag.

“Don’t choke now,” Zeke said, and inserted himself into Josh’s mouth with a breathy squeal. “But I have a new gag for you to try. Let me know what you think, hm?”

The goat spared no time with foreplay; he instead shoved himself directly against the back of Josh’s throat, teasing the boy’s neutered gag reflex. Josh’s beak then kissed Zeke’s milky, sweaty sheath, peeling it back with his beak and lapping at the salty, wet flesh underneath.

“Oh, goddess… my little toy, you feel amazing,” Zeke cooed, and pet Josh’s head. “Good boy. Now take it deeper. More.”

Josh’s nostrils pressed again and again against that thick mound of snow white pubic fur, slick with saliva and lust. The goat’s muscular thighs, clad in thin fishnets, made Josh feral. With every thrust, Josh was shoved under his mistress’s skirt.

Unexpectedly, a pair of cold hands then slid under Josh’s ass. A pillow was placed underneath him, propping his backside into the air, before an unseen set of claws slid his ass open.

“Wh–wha?” Josh choked. “A–ah!”

Zeke smiled at Josh’s shocked reaction, then glanced over his shoulder. At the edge of the table stood Abe, that burly wolf, stroking along his fat canine cock.

“You look good,” Zeke said, and gave a wink. For just a moment, his member rested idly at the back of Josh’s throat. He then asked, “Thinking about double teaming him with me?”

The wolf licked his maw. His fur was pitch black, glossy, faintly reflecting that magenta light. Thick, strong arms rested aside his barrel chest. He snarled, revealing a mouth full of razor-sharp teeth, at the sight of Josh’s quivering asshole.

Abe said, “ Of course I am. You know me.”

“Then get in position, hm? We have a boy to break.”

“Damn right,” and Abe gave a sly grin. “Let’s see how our toy holds up.”

Josh could just barely understand Abe’s words. As such, he shivered unexpectedly as Abe’s tongue worked its way along his rim, that slick warm organ gliding gradually from his tailbone upward.

Of course, Abe was merely teasing him; the wolf’s flat tongue stopped just short of penetrating his asshole, instead licking gently across Josh’s contours, his wet, preened feathers. Josh wanted to squeeze his legs together, to press his thighs against either side of Abe’s gorgeous maw, but couldn’t.

Josh was reminded of Abe’s demeanor at the pup party: feral, ravenous. And just as it did then, the wolf’s composure slipped as he buried himself further in Josh’s plump ass. Abe’s snout pressed flush against the duck’s testicles, and his tongue lapped feverishly at Josh’s hole, that earthy musk flooding the wolf’s sensitive nose.

Abe then lapped harder, faster, his hot breath washing over the boy’s vulnerable flesh. His long, strong tongue handily pierced the surface of Josh’s hole, snaking its way in and gorging itself on Josh’s gummy, warm insides.

All the while, Zeke savored Josh’s panic. The duck’s face contorted in absent pleasure, releasing muffled, sputtering moans past Zeke’s thick capricid cock.

“There we go,” Zeke cooed. “Are you enjoying Abe’s tongue, honey? Does it feel good?”

Josh barely managed a nod. Fuck, his mind felt like it was being put in a blender. And all the while, his tongue lapped rhythmically, hypnotically, at Zeke’s swollen cock. His ass grinded against Abe’s warm tongue, those sharp white teeth grazing his feathers again and again. The duck was prey; meant to be devoured, used, and broken. He wasn’t required to think.

But just as Josh slipped into that headspace, Abe pulled himself away. “That’ll do it,” he bellowed. He then took his chubby, knotted cock in his paw, and allowed it to grow in his grasp, as he relished his view of Josh’s ass. “Fuck, this toy looks amazing. Great work suiting him up, Zeke.”

“Of course,” Zeke replied. “He looks amazing in it. It’d be a crime not to let you use him.”

Abe laughed. He said, “Yeah. You’re right.” He then pressed himself against Josh’s wet, puckered entrance.

Josh gasped; he never quite got used to being penetrated. Abe’s thick lupine cock spread him wide, its warm spaded glans throbbing as it probed the boy’s warmth. Josh could already feel the subtle trickling of precum along his rim, the fluff of Abe’s furred thighs.

The wolf’s tail wagged contentedly as his hips then slid further between Josh’s legs. One thrust, two, until his shaft slid smoothly along Josh’s insides. His burly knuckles then curled along the duck’s thighs, holding him close, and he breathed in deep.

“Fuck… I can’t wait to give this slut pups,” Abe growled. “I’ve been eyeing him since the pup party.”

Zeke chuckled, his hips gyrating once more on the boy’s chest. “Oh yeah?” he asked. “I’m glad. I’ve been using Josh a bunch, and he’s a real – unh! – treat.”

Josh’s cock twitched. His captors spoke so casually about him; as if he were simply a toy, a warm body, a cocksleeve. It made his mind swim. For just a moment, he felt permanently bonded to the latex which choked his body. An immobile, pathetic, shivering thing; near unconscious, intended to be used, to be owned.

Josh could barely feel his throat anymore. He focused solely on that dissociated sensation of Zeke’s cock ramming his tight, saliva-ridden mouth. The goat’s intense, musky smell permeated the deepest reaches of his consciousness. With half-lidded eyes, Josh watched as Zeke’s snow-shite chest heaved, how the pleats of his skirt wafted.

“F–fuck… you’re adorable,” Zeke cooed. He bit his lip, threw his head back. His movements seemed automatic, natural. Like his body was made to breed Josh’s mouth, to fill the pathetic boy’s mouth with his seed.

And yet… more than that. Zeke was flattered. Josh laid fully prone below him, vulnerable and trusting. That trust emboldened Zeke, lit a fire in his chest. He got off on using Josh like an inanimate object, sure, but inside him laid another desire: to protect Josh, to guide him, and to reward that vulnerability. He surely deserved it, after all…

Josh meanwhile bucked uncontrollably under him, overstimulated in the best way. He could feel Abe’s warm member pressing against his prostate now, bulging against his thin tum. The warmth of the wolf’s lust permeated him, filled him, made sticky precum spurt from Josh’s little cock onto his stomach.

“You’re adorable when you’re desperate,” Abe growled. “You could probably cum just from us fucking you, hm?”

Josh didn’t hear Abe’s teasing; but nonetheless, Abe was correct. Josh could already feel that warm tension spreading throughout his abdomen, his chest. Hot breath flowed through his near-plugged nostrils like a furnace, his chest pounding against Zeke’s heavy testicles.

Josh attempted to squeal, to call Zeke’s name. He could feel himself tensing up involuntarily, his member pulsing against his stomach with every brush of Abe’s thick cock. His insides squeezed against that throbbing pink flesh, taking the feral wolf deeper, beckoning him onward, as Josh’s eyes rolled back. A moan then escaped his full beak. His mind fled. And for one beautiful moment, Josh faded. Infinity breached his shaking, squealing, oxygen-deprived body, and ripped Josh from it, only for adrenaline to slam him back down. Hot cum erupted violently from the boy’s twitching, bare cock onto Zeke’s ass, coating his white fur in a thick layer of lust.

The duck’s throat then closed tightly around Zeke’s member, freezing the goat hilt-deep. Surprise and arousal stirred in Zeke’s chest as he felt Josh’s semen coat his wagging tail. He hadn’t expected it, but he was about to cum, too.

Zeke moaned, his legs clamping around Josh’s ribcage. His fingers dug desperately into Josh’s feathered head, his eyes squeezed shut, as that unexpected orgasm washed over him like a wave. Loads of his bitter lust spurted against the back of Josh’s throat, flooding his nostrils, and tumbled down into Josh’s stomach in large, messy gulps.

“Awww. What a good girl,” Abe teased, and patted Zeke’s back. His knot still slammed against Josh’s battered prostate. “You like cumming down that pathetic boy’s throat that much, huh?”

Zeke wanted to shoot back with a quip, but couldn’t. He was positively enraptured. Silently, almost reverently, the goat removed himself from Josh’s beak. Seed spilled sloppily from the corners of Josh’s mouth as his fatigued tongue lolled out.

At last, Josh could let out a proper groan. Cold air filled his lungs, invigorating his sore limbs, only for Abe’s cock to entrap him in subspace once more. The wolf’s round, red knot pounded against Josh’s asshole, his wet sheath peeled back, his hefty testicles slapping against Josh’s backside again and again.

“I’m almost inside,” the beast breathed, and clawed further into Josh’s thighs. Long red ravines stretched the distance of Josh’s legs. “Just a little more,” he breathed, and grunted. “Fuck, a little more…”

Abe’s eyes narrowed. He could feel the predatory urges welling within his chest, his groin. He wanted to bite down on Josh’s neck, claw down on his chest, cover the duck in scars. Good prey deserved to be hunted, after all; to have their blood tasted, spilled, shared…

The beast howled. His knot then popped inside the duck with a soft pop, swelling. Lightning shot through Abe’s limbs, as if the feral impulses themselves piloted his limbs, and his humping became feverish. His tail tucked between his legs, his back hunched, as he readied to deliver his litter.

“Fuck… fuck!” he bellowed, and bent himself over Josh’s ass. His eyes squeezed shut, his teeth clenched, and he buried himself inside Josh’s ass. Load after load of hot, wet seed then filled Josh’s stretched asshole, enlarging the bulge in Josh’s tummy. Stray streaks of cum leaked past the wolf’s hearty knot, still quivering with excitement as his steady humping slowed to a halt.

Only a few moments later, the wolf dismounted his prey. Like a cork, Abe’s throbbing knot released a pool of hot cum from Josh’s asshole. The sight made Zeke’s jaw drop, and he glanced at Jess. She still stood to the side, cradling the digital camera with a perverted grin. Josh moaned.

“You got all that on camera?” Zeke asked.

Jess guffawed. “Did I get it?” she asked, her eyes wide. “I didn’t just get it. We could sell something this intense.”

Zeke hung his head low, ruffled his wig. “I don’t think Josh wants to be a porn star quite yet. But we’ll keep it in mind,” he teased, then carefully dismounted Josh’s chest. “Now…Josh, are you okay?”

The addled bird nodded absently. His breath stank with lust, his eyes unfocused and dull. “Yeah,” he mumbled, and sighed. “Fuck, ah.”

Zeke asked, “Overwhelmed?”

“Yeah. Can we take the straps off, please?”

“Of course.” And Zeke hurriedly unbuckled Josh’s restraints. Each clattered lifelessly onto the floor. Zeke then lifted a water bottle to Josh’s parched beak, allowing the boy to sip hungrily at its nozzle.

“Thanks,” Josh said, and rubbed his face. “Aaaaah. Fuck, that was intense. Probably the most intense sex I’ve ever had.”

He then exhaled, turned his gaze to the side. He could make out Abe leaning over Jess’s shoulder, already ogling at the digital camera’s screen. He grinned, his half-erect cock leaking residual cum onto the ground. His dark pubic fur glistened.

“I look good there,” Abe said, and pointed at the display. “Gosh, are we just sending this to Jordyn?”

Jess nodded. She said, “For now. But we could probably make a whole movie night out of this. If you all consent, of course.”

Zeke waved his hand, frowned. “Woah, woah. Let’s talk about this when everyone’s a bit more lucid, hm? I think we’re all a little exhausted.” He then stretched his back and added, “God knows I am. And we shouldn’t overwhelm our guest. It’s bad manners.”

Josh smiled weakly. He said, “I’d actually like that, Jess.”

Jess’s face lit up at the suggestion. “Yeah?” she asked. “Really?”

“Mhm.” Josh squinted, eyeing Jess’s lithe figure through the incense smoke. “We could all watch it together when Jordyn gets back. Make it a whole-commune thing. I–if y’all are okay with it.”

Zeke puckered his lips, nodded. “Okay,” he said. “As long as you’re okay with it, Josh, then sure. I look forward to it.”