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"Who is it?" Came the answer from behind the door. Despite the constant ooze of seed mucking up the insides of his jeans, the soreness of his still-leaking tailhole, and his general indignance at being hauled around by the arm behind this elk palooka, Sevens still found himself perking a little at hearing Pandora's voice. Finally, he'd found her again.

The stag called, "it's me. I found a certain rude friend of yours wandering around out front. Should we come back?" A few questions around the lounge had led them down this dark hallway, barely lit a gentle green by strings of shaded orbs dotting the walls. Sevens was afraid to find out what the stag would find to keep them busy if they had to go and wait for her.

To his relief, the leopard called after a moment, "no, come on in." The door cracked open at the stag's touch, a warm light opening before them, slowly resolving into a small, posh room, rather similar to a motel's. Sevens had to wonder just what kind of business this club ran, as the backdoor section seemed to be a deal larger than the front. "I was just getting ready to go." Pandora smiled sweetly at the stag, paws behind her back, seemingly adjusting her corset.

On the bed, a slim canine coated in dirty tan, mussed fur was sprawled out face down, radiating heat. His arms were folded on either side of his head, fingers half-clenched in the bedding, and his legs were thrown wide, exposing himself to the two coming in. A fully knotted canine cock stretched more than a foot down between his legs, fat balls straddling the massive, slow-pulsing knot. His ass gaped wide open-- still a couple inches wide and showing little sign of closing, pink flesh and a great pool of seed could just be made out in the light. Cum coated his hide all over his ass and sack, and his own rod lay in a puddle of its own seed steadily working at ruining the bedding. The air was thick with the scent and the heat of the deed that lay before him plain as day. And Sevens felt a jealous twinge.

Goddammit. He ground his teeth in silence as he stepped into the light. And he'd just had his ass reamed anyway! But... The leopard's eyes lit up as she recognized the coyote behind her friend.

"Sevens..." Her eyes flicked to the stag's a moment. She gave a small smile. "I didn't think I'd see you again anytime soon..."

That would've been a great opening for him to launch himself at her crying out something like, 'well, surprise, bitch! You think you could just fuck me and get away with it?!' And he'd... what... fuck her or something. But that stag still had a hand like iron wrapped around his arm. And besides... since their little adventure in the lounge a few minutes earlier, he wasn't sure he was... in the mood for vengeance anymore. He'd been trying not to think about it, how he'd 'proved he'd love tha cock,' but seeing that dog on the bed had him thinking all sorts of things... As it was, he didn't have a damn clue what to say, so he just kept his nose down and let the stag do the talking.

"Says he wants more." The big guy, Saint Peter he'd claimed, wore a big, dumb smirk. "I figgered, give 'im a chance, 'n' sure 'nuff, he took it 'n' loved it." That smirk only widened. "Though I think 'e was wishin' fer summit bigger 'n' spikier." The leopard raised a brow slowly.

"I see..." Her tone played over the words with a hint of amusement, and she considered the coyote a moment. It took all his will just to hold eye contact, his head slowly tilting away to one side as he chewed at the inside of his lip. "Well." She smiled again, slowly rising to her feet. "Let's just see what we should do with him, then, hmm? My room, though, we should let her rest." She spared a smile for the half-conscious canine on the bed. "Sleep well, hun!"

The stag promptly dragged Sevens out again, and allowed Pandora to take the lead. A relatively modest knee-length skirt swished with the wandering sway of her hips, a little polished metal skull just above her tail tying together her black-and-silver outfit. The light raised soft green glimmers around silver-chased ears, her be-ringed fingers, and her loose, whispering anklets. The three walked in silence through the slow rise and fall of light and shadow between lamps until the leopard finally stopped at another door, producing a keycard from somewhere he hadn't seen before letting them in.

Pandora's room was larger than the dog's, but furnished in the same fashion. A large bed dominated the space, but a large television and a few chairs were also provided, and even a small kitchen. "Thank you, dear. You can leave him here, we should be fine."

The stag raised one heavy brow, and glanced at the coyote. "You sure, hun? He seems kinda..."

"Oh, I'm not worried about him." The leopard smiled deviously as she produced a glass and a couple bottles at the kitchen counter. "He didn't come all this way and take it in the rear end a second time just to have fisticuffs with lil ol' me. Did you, lil yote?" She glanced over at him with an overly sweet smile as she poured herself a drink. Sevens blinked, and murmured something to the affirmative. Or the negative. He wasn't sure it mattered which. But Pandora seemed satisfied, and turned that smile on the stag. "See? Run along, I'm sure you've got better things to do with your evening than glower at my toys." Her tone held just a hint of disdain for his actions, and the stag was nearly tripping over himself excusing himself from the room.

When the door finally clicked shut, Pandora sighed softly and put away the bottles before turning to fix Sevens with a look. Her sweet expression was gone in this moment-- she was skewering him on her eyes, poking holes in his hide to try and see what lay underneath. The coyote's fingers twitched at his side, and his hide began to itch like the devil. The leopard took a slow sip of her decidedly orange beverage, and sighed quite at length as she stepped over to have a seat in a large, comfortable-looking chair. She gestured him over in front of her, and his feet moved before he really thought about it.

Standing there, in the center of her room, letting her look him over with that air of disdain, Sevens felt his stomach slowly tie itself into a knot. His pants were starting to encrust to his legs with all the drying juices, his shirt was soaked through with the musk of evaporated sweat, and his back still ached from the abuse the elk had put his digestive tract through. He'd left a warm bed and a sweet, supple bunny behind to come here, to find... her. A leopard looking at him like he was a bug she found on her carpet, and like she was about ready to get smooshing. At this point, all he could wonder was--

"Just what are you doing here, then?" The silence finally broke, and Sevens was stunned a moment-- both at the leopard's question, and at her echo of his thoughts. And how the hell was he supposed to answer, then?

He swallowed, and forced his mouth open. Something, anything. "I, uh... I thought I was coming to kick your ass. Heh." His voice was scratchy. He smiled uneasily, realizing that didn't sound too great, but she didn't respond one way or the other. She just took another drink, one leg folded over the other. "But, well... it's true that that night, you really..." he huffed, "you pushed a lot of my damn buttons, that's for sure." His eyes finally dragged away, he couldn't look her in the eye for this. "I've done a lot of things with a lot of girls, but you're the first that... it's... I liked it, okay?" His voice scraped his throat. "And... doing it regular like just isn't the same, now. So... I... I want more." He drew another breath as if to say more, hesitated, and finally stopped. That was enough damage for now. With that, he managed to pull his gaze up to meet hers again.

She raised one brow a hint, taking another little sip at her drink as she considered. "And... why should I give it to you?" The coyote blinked, reduced to a statue of consternation before her. "When I met you, you were an ass that thought girls would fall all over themselves to give you what you want. And little has changed now, just your... tastes." Her eyes narrowed as she cradled her glass in her paws. "If you really crawled back in here to ask for more, you're going to have to do a lot better than just showing up whenever you please, announcing your desires, and expecting me to supply the dick." Her leg lifted and unfolded, and the other folded atop it. She wore the most earnest smile in that moment that he'd seen this evening. "Let's see you beg."

Revulsion rippled up under his hide, the fur on his back bristling. Sevens had been half confessing to himself in that moment, and he still barely believed what he'd said. And this bitch was unfazed. His lips pursed and peeled and writhed against each other with the retorts, the insults, the threats he could unleash, his contempt sizzling behind his eyes. And worst of all, the most vexing, maddening needle point digging into his ego was the knowledge that he was going to do it. He was going to do whatever she asked, because... she just had him wrapped around her little finger.

Sevens was a beast of desires. He tried to keep a very frank appraisal of life: sex felt good, and he wanted as much as he could. He had a few plans for the future, sure, but the real glory of college was the sex life. But now he was hooked on something better. He'd nearly forgotten his adolescent adventures exploring the pleasure of his tailhole, swept up in the endless river of pussy and tits he'd managed to dive headfirst into, but she'd brought it all back to the forefront of his mind. The pleasure he'd craved so long, that he'd struggled with, until a mixture of dissatisfaction and shame forced him to put it away, to try and forget about it. Now, there was still shame, but there was most definitely... satisfaction. He stung just thinking about it, but he needed more. Just one more time, he needed her to... do what she did. That dog flashed through his mind, that gaping hole, black and pink, creamy and sore. His pants were growing tight.

His knees ached with the effort of bending his ego. They hit the floor, cradled in seductively thick carpeting. He crawled closer to her, bunching his paws together in a plea. "I... please, Pandora." His breath was hot in his mouth, burning his tongue. "Please... fuck me again. Please, use my ass for your pleasure, like you did before." His voice was hollow and throaty, the words strange in his mouth. This wasn't who he was. But when he was in this club, who he was didn't matter anymore. He was a creature with needs.

The leopard's eyes followed him, seeming a little displeased as the bug crawled closer. She rolled her drink in her paw a moment, took another, long sip, and reached down. Rather than for him, however, she reached for her delicate, heeled shoe and pulled it off. Her toes stretched free, and she sighed softly in relief. Those black-padded, stubby digits spread, and slowly reached out to him. She stepped on his face, and she pushed it down into the carpet before her. "Try again."

Trembling with bile in his throat, the coyote took hold of himself, snarling into the carpet for just a moment. He spread his paws on the floor, prostrated before the leopard. "I'll do anything, please, just fuck me. I can't stand it, I'm still aching from last time but nothing else does it for me now. I need it! I need your dick. Please. Please!" He sounded like he was dying. He swallowed his fury and tried again. "I don't know what I'd do if you don't fuck me. I'd probably have to start playing street corners, just trying to find someone half as big as you, half as vicious and filling and hot and... and... I'd never know real pleasure again. Please. It doesn't have to be now, I can come back, I can, I can wait till you feel like it, I can be your booty call, your toy for when you don't have anyone else to fuck. Just, please, fuck me. I need your dick in me..." He was halfway to crying at this rate, but he at least sounded real in his own ears now. He knew he'd hate himself if she really took half of this seriously, but dammit, he'd follow through. He needed what he needed.

For a long moment, he set there, trying to pull air through the carpet under the leopard's foot. Her toes rolled and scrunched, bunching up his hair and combing it in between as her footclaws nicked his hide. Finally, her foot hopped off and landed next to him. "Hold this." Slowly, the coyote straightened, working his neck a little, and found her holding out her remaining half of a drink. As soon as he took it, the leopard rolled on her side in her seat and pulled up the back of her skirt, sighing softly. "I'd just gotten all tucked away, too..." A hint of teasing played through her sullen complaint as she bared her tight little rear before him. He'd fantasized about stuffing that butt before, he remembered, back when he'd thought she was just a normal, slender girl. The coyote had never imagined that it was already pre-stuffed.

He couldn't help but stare at the thick girth squeezed between her cheeks. He'd seen it before, and though its mass even while soft was intimidating, he was completely preoccupied with its location: firmly stuffed into her own tailhole. That thick shaft folded between her legs to disappear right into that tight little hole, pink on pink. He watched on in shocked silence as she carefully reached down and pressed at her thick, spongy cock, unhooking her bristling, stubby barbs from her own insides and easing them out a half dozen at a time until the head popped free. She groaned softly, taking a moment to rub at her wide-stretched hole, fingers dipping inside easily before it slowly closed up again. Sevens was pretty tempted to finish her drink.

"There we are..." Pandora murmured breathily as she rolled upright again, spreading her legs. Even with her skirt down in the front, the head rolled out from underneath, a knot of pink spikes still glistening softly with juices. The leopard took back her drink, slowly spreading her legs with a smile. "Now. Let's see you beg another way." She rolled the drink deliberately in one paw. "If you get me nice and hard and needy, I suppose I can bring myself to use that loose little ass of yours..." She smirked again as she leaned back, raising the glass to her lips. "If."

His eyes rolled slowly down to that thick, flaccid sausage perched on the edge of the chair. Even resting, it looked dangerous, both for its size and its wicked array of stubby little spines. It was a monster, resting smugly on its throne, waiting for its prey to come to it. Only he didn't just have to offer himself-- he had to... The rage was boiling behind his eyes till he seemed to be blushing, but it was a tired emotion, now. He had been degraded and dragged through the emotional mud since he walked into this building --hell, since that night she strapped him to a chair-- but he had a hard time convincing himself he had any dignity left to defend, especially within these walls. And if he did, he didn't have the energy to defend it anymore. He had only those damned needs...

With a crackle of reluctance, his spine bent, and his head descended. He didn't know the first thing about servicing dicks, but he supposed he knew what he'd liked when he got a girl between his legs. Licking his lips, he hesitated just a moment, his breath rolling over the bump-riddled curve of the head. Her musk was slowly filling his nose, seeping into his brain, soaking into his fur. His lips spread, and he could already feel the heat radiating from the head on his tongue and the roof of his mouth before they closed around that fat cockhead in a sloppy seal. Even soft, she filled his mouth-- he was sure that if she hardened too quickly, she could dislocate his jaw, so he might as well suck as much as he could while he could.

His tongue dragged gingerly over the hunk of flesh, his lips pushing at her shaft as he suckled and slurped at her, trying not to think too much about what he was doing. Just flesh, that was all. The press and slide, the cling of the vacuum and the sweet tingle of breaking it, the smooth and the rough and the wet, the bumps and catches of little ridges and bumps intermingling. It didn't matter that it was the barbs of a massive cockhead slowly filling with blood and trying to latch onto his palate-- it was just flesh. The taste wasn't that bad, now-- it washed away with drool and the slow scrubs of his tongue. That was, until she began to leak.

The first lazy gush landed on the back of his tongue-- a sudden flood of bitterness that nearly set him coughing and gagging, but with a trembling effort, he swallowed it down. The next wad wasn't quite as bad. Soon, his muzzle was overflowing with a mixture of drool and pre, the leopard cooing softly above as the flow began in earnest. Juices seeped down his chin in thick dribbles, and even the slightest bob of his head spread ample coating across her shaft. The coyote hardly had to push down-- for all her mass, the leopard's rod was still growing, ready to push right to the back of his muzzle and flirt with his neck if he didn't keep backing up. Massive and insidious as this beast was, he knew that if the tip touched the back of his throat, he probably couldn't hold back a violent gag reflex-- and he might not be able to stop her from indulging herself, should the temptation strike.

The very thought drew him up and back, pulling the drooling beast from his mouth with a cough and a rough gasp. Just in time, he reckoned-- he'd barely managed to squeeze those little thorns past his teeth, her meat was so fat with flooding blood. The leopard's skirt slowly rode up as she spread her legs further, murring with a certain lazy amusement, and the full length of her bowel-destroying dreadnought emerged into the light, glistening and slowly throbbing with the swell of life. Pink had never looked so sinister. It reared lazily, beginning to float, but still so very heavy. His paws rose, encircling as much as they could of the beast and following its lines and curves. Toward the base, thick flanks of spongy flesh struggled to push the creature upright, almost hiding the cumvein that swelled to prominence toward the head. That ominous swell nearly filled his paw on its own when he stroked over it-- a preposterously massive pipe for a preposterously massive payload. And yet the cumslit itself, hidden under the roughly pointed tip of the grisly, violent-looking cockhead, was so small-- a high-pressure nozzle, for drilling the insides of whatever creature failed to outrun this sinister weapon's bearer, punishing their walls or their wombs with high-pressure onslaughts of leopard seed. No matter how he looked at this creature, it was obviously meant not for procreation, but destruction. It had already destroyed him, after all.

"Alright, if all you're gonna do is sit and admire it, I suppose that's good enough." Pandora smirked, finally setting aside her empty glass. Her knee jerked up, and her foot planted on his face. His eye twitched, barely beginning a glare past one black footpad, but she shoved him over, toppling the woozy coyote with one good push. "Come on then, lil yote, you wanna be a cockslut, put your ass up and wiggle it like one." He was already on his face, and without really thinking about it, he got his knees under him and gave a little wiggle. That had her giggling softly. "Needs some work, but good enough for now. We'll have to teach you how to pout and wiggle and beg without saying a word later. But for now..." His pants tore down, nearly taking his fur with it. He was still a mess back there, sticky and half-dried cum coating his hide. His pants bunched almost at his knees this time, giving her the full view of his mussed sack and his swollen dick hanging between his legs, betraying him once again. Hard, off sucking a dick. Damn fag, he accused himself, as if pointing at someone in the distance.

When that log of meat slung across his ass, of course, something else answered-- yes! Yes, that's me. The one getting all of this... mmmmeat. Revulsion quaked in his hide, a coat of self-indignation around a seething core of base desire. He could feel her shifting, grinding a little on his slimy ass, the head of the monster wandering up past his tail to poke around his lower back. Already, fresh juices were seeping into his fur, hot at first, but rapidly chilling as that tip wandered away. Finally, it dragged down, an unseen paw stuffing it firmly between his cheeks. A soft gasp rattled in his throat as he felt those bristling thorns nip at his cheeks, the tip nuzzling against his barely-closed hole.

One little push, and he opened right up again. He really had been loosened. Hot cockhead squeezed in against the reluctant stretch of his tailhole, quickly pushing his looseness to its limit. He may have been pre-stretched, but for her, it was just a head start on the work to come. A frenzy of little silent pops announced her barbs pushing past the inner reach of his ring, locking the tip of that bulk into his ass. She was patient now, giving low coos as she leaned in. Damned if she wasn't enjoying herself, for all the airs she put on.

The squish of strained flesh was two-fold-- his ass was inevitable straining wider and wider as that monstrous cockhead surged in, but at the same time, she was molding within that tight ring of muscle. The slow yield of her cockhead ran in contrast to the steel deep in her length that drove it forward, and her flesh bunched trying to squeeze into him, flattening against both cheeks and overflowing under his tail for half-beats before finally squeezing inside in fits and spurts. The give to her shifting flesh tempted him constantly into squeezing, to seize at that softness, but every squeeze only prompted her to give a good shove with a murr that might have been a growl. By the time the flare of the leopard's cockhead finally disappeared into the coyote's ass with one more stretch and a shared moan, Sevens' body had learned how to relax in an instant-- to allow passage, rather than be torn to shreds. Now, he simply lay in a heap, panting softly and letting his breath go in soft moans without realizing. The head was in, and he felt... accomplished.

Cumvein kissed his taint and disappeared into his ass as the leopard shoved deeper. An approving murr rolled over his back as she sunk in with relative ease-- his insides were still coated with the seed of their previous occupants. A shock ran through him realizing she was already shoving deeper, but it hollowed-- he expected pain, terrible strain, the devastation of his insides. And it was intense, of course-- his body rapidly filled, as though it had never realized it was a container until it found something to fill it out and push it into its natural shape. But there was barely any pain. If anything, the rush of pleasure as her cumvein paved over his prostate pushed a fresh moan from his lips, and a familiar, guilt-tinged feeling washed through him. Last time, all it took was hilting in his ass to set him off. Now, he wasn't even sure he'd make it that far.

With each stroke, four or five inches of flesh drove into his ass, almost an entire dick's length on any normal person, though with enough girth for four or five at least. His intestines would strain out that much further, blown into a massive condom for her juggernaut dick, and another thick throb would course its length, ending with a fresh, fat wad of prefluids bursting against his insides. With each draw, her barbs bit in and dragged, tearing a moan from him that tread the line between pleasure and agony. He could never decide whether it was too much, or just enough more than he could stand to be truly wonderful, before the next thrust blew all thought on even the most basic level from his mind. When her massive balls finally swung in to shove his own up against him, for a moment he was relieved that he'd managed to hold out longer this time-- until he realized his chest was wet, and a thick puddle of seed was rapidly soaking into the carpet below him. He'd blown his load during one of those mind-obliterating thrusts, and not even realized.

Finally, he had her again. Those slender hips mashed in tight against his ass, the full throbbing length of that monstrosity buried in his ass. He could hardly breathe. Small flits of rationality in the back of his mind told him he had to be bleeding internally, dying in several different ways. But he was unmistakably, devastatingly full. The deep, powerful throb of life pulsed through his ass, and dominated his own heartbeat. He was back where he'd been that night, only now, he returned of his own free will, out of need. He knew, now. Everything that had been missing in the last two days, the hollowness-- he needed her cock. And nothing else could ever possibly substitute. The truth hammered down on him, and his head fell to the carpet again. "Fuck me," he begged, teeth gnashing at the flooring, "fuck me!"

She dragged back, and his body nearly went with it, though he dug four sets of claws into the rug. Her thrust was as the swing of a twenty-man battering ram, and his legs nearly gave out on the spot. He shored himself up desperately, getting his knees up and angled to take his much-needed punishment as she didn't hesitate to draw and slam in again, claiming his ass by her own rapidly increasing, brutal pace.

The sheer strength it must have taken to ram that much meat through him, against the friction of his taut-stretched walls for the full length of that beast, spoke volumes of her, especially at the vicious pace she kept. Low rasps and snarls rattled in her chest as she filled and hollowed him over and over, pushing even his generous lubrication to its very limit as her barbs raked at his insides till he could swear his spine was going to be worn away. It was devastating. It was nigh-impossible. It was exactly what he needed.

His ass, down to the very core her fat cockhead bludgeoned abusively, was searing under the assault, turning into a molten sheath of pain and need. When she pulled, he felt he was retaining the shape-- he literally felt hollow in the middle, like a great gaping space waited to be stuffed with her meat again in another quarter second. Gradually, the pain faded, and he was left moaning out shamelessly, his voice gradually growing sluttier with every moment. More. It was all he could think of. More.

Her snickering fell on deaf ears, but he certainly noticed when she slowed-- she dragged her strokes out into deep, resounding blows, her breath drawing in gasps and leaving in moans. He could feel the thick, potent throbs rippling across his internal walls at the bottom of every stroke, and he knew-- she was about to blow. His mouth watered at the thought, and it was all he could do to hold his own load back. His thick sausage swung sloppily, slapping to his belly with the rebound of each brutal, spine-crushing thrust just as her massive, churning ballsack would swing in to mash his sack to a pulp. Her moans rose, and the coyote didn't know if he wished that she'd keep pounding away forever, or that she'd pour that frothy brew into him this very second, fill him to bursting. Time stuttered, and he just tried to cling to consciousness.

A fireball, a tiny star, burst into being in his chest. Her first wad of seed, searing and furious, washed through the depths of him, and suddenly he was sweating profusely. The leopard cried out, clutching at his hips as she hilted in tight, that gargantuan sausage throbbing beautifully inside him with every gush, her cumvein swelling around its payload and mashing his prostate into bits, which in turn sent him careening off the edge. Seed splattered across the carpet audibly, but to his ears, it was drowned out by the thick rush of fluids coursing through his body, her firehose dick blasting his entire digestive tract with baby batter.

Full and drooling, the coyote collapsed in a heap on the floor, losing grip of consciousness and floating away. Pandora snickered softly as she slowly dragged free, thick, textured inches clinging to that worn ass and getting scraped clean of their juices. When she finally thumbed her barbs free of the coyote's ass, earning a moment's seizure of twitching on the canine's part, seed poured out of his gaping hole, coating his ballsack and spreading in a thick, slow flowing layer on the carpet, like lava rolling across the plains. Barely taking a moment to tuck herself away again, the leopard went to the door.

The stag didn't bat an eye at the fact that she'd known he was listening in. He rested against the opposite wall, arms folded, wearing a bit of a wry smile now. "Doesn't sound like a bad kid."

Pandora rolled her eyes and closed the door behind her, straightening her skirt. "You didn't know him three days ago." She sighed slowly. "I never thought he'd turn. If I'd known, I don't think I would've..." She shook her head.

The heavy elk frowned slowly. "What's wrong with having one more bendover around?"

She let a long breath go. "He's damn attached. And honestly? He's an ass. I don't want him. I didn't get into this to play babysitter."

"Hrmm." He nodded slowly, and gave a bitter smile. "Well. I guess you could always find him someone else to attach to."

"Yeah..." She turned to look, as though she could see the collapsed coyote through the door. "I'll peel him off one way or another." Her smile was a terrible thing. The elk behind her shivered.