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Hey there, furballs! Welcome to Fae's Christmas Music-Themed Special 2011! That's right! Another year, another five stories wrapped about five pieces of music that I'm particularly fond of.

Here's the third of your five stories for the Christmas Special! Keep tuned; there's still one more story and the conclusion to Cameron and Ryan's tale to go!

• Ol' Saint Fae

Simply Irresistible

Alisha shivered and grinned. It was gonna be a good night.

The elevator ride up to the penthouse suite was a long one. Built to be a contender for the largest building in the world, the owners had wanted a symbol of their status and wealth in the world. They'd wanted a spire to stand out against the backdrop of a city at night, a glittering pillar of light that shone like their ambitions. And they'd succeeded.

None of that mattered to Alisha but peripherally. The owners of the tower were rich. The owners of the tower were influential. The owners of the tower were the kind of guys that Alisha appreciated especially. He bit his lower lip as he reached up beneath his slinky black dress and adjusted the pair of frilly ebon panties that snugly wrapped about his sheath. They were the kind of guys who could appreciate a great piece of ass like the girly-boi fox riding the elevator up to meet them, and they were the kind of guys willing to part with a lot of money to keep said girly-boi fox around.

Ian and Robert Samford were architects-turned-businessmen. They were brothers - twins, even - one with greater architectural gifts and one with strong business acumen. They were otters, one with deeper brown fur and one with a lighter, softer shade. They were on top of the world, with everything at their beck and call. They were Alisha's marks, and the wealthiest he'd ever gone after.

And, best of all, they fucked like a pair of rabid animals. Alisha shivered again.

It was all an act that they put on for the world. The tabloids had taken Alicia's photo several times in recent weeks, with whole investigations going on to try to figure out who the mystery vixen in the Samford brothers' lives was. Someone had suggested that Alisha was in fact a secretive member of the British royal family. He'd shared that particular story with the brothers, and they'd all had a good laugh about it before they'd left Alisha a cum-soaked mess that evening.

What the rest of the world thought didn't matter. What mattered was the lavish lifestyle that Alisha had access to through his new boy-toys. He was living large, but it hadn't come without strings attached. Such high-profile clients meant that Alisha had been forced into a sort of exclusivity that he'd not had to endure before. The thought set the fox thoughtfully into a lean against the elevator's wall.

He liked to have several marks lined up at the same time. He liked to have a lot of guys on-hook to service. He liked to take a little from everyone, not a lot from one or two. It was safer for him that way. But with the world looking at the Samford brothers and Alisha by extension, Alisha couldn't risk other potential marks seeing him with others. Exclusivity only worked for the fox when it was in the minds of the males he was charming out of their wallets and their pants.

It had left Alisha with the frustration of only being seen with the otters. It wasn't so bad; the two were great in bed, and the brothers weren't shy about doing to one another what they so often lavished upon the femmy fox they'd attracted. They were easily worth any twenty other guys Alisha could bed... each. But - even with that said - it meant he couldn't have anyone else on the line. It meant that he had all the wealth he could ask for, but that he had to live the life of the paparazzi magnet. Alisha had always done his best to keep a low profile and stay to the shadows, but the Samford brothers luxuriated in the spotlight.

The itch to get into a more safe position with other marks vanished from Alisha's mind the moment the fox felt the elevator pull itself to a stop. The doors slid open, and immediately Alisha's nostrils were assaulted. Male. Lube. Sex. Cum. Musk. It was a physical thing, and it almost bowled the little fox over. Thunder boomed overhead and momentarily drowned out the moans that echoed throughout the penthouse, and a flash of lightning drew Alisha's gaze up.

The penthouse was a pyramid. It was just that simple. The three floors below all served to house the brothers and their staff and their proper rooms, but the penthouse was their play room. A glass pyramid atop a shining tower, the rain-soaked walls gave a perfect, clear view of the open sky all around. The glass even captured the light of that lightning bolt, and the illumination reflected and refracted all over the inside of the penthouse. It overwhelmed the normal red light that the brothers insisted on having inside their penthouse, and for the barest instant the room flashed blue instead.

Alisha's high heels clicked across the black marble beneath his footpaws as he glanced around. Couches, fridges, massive televisions and the like took up the half of the pyramid that the elevator opened up to. Alisha smirked as the elevator closed behind him, and he turned to walk around it as he took a deep breath of the intoxicating air. "Aww, you boys couldn't wait for me?"

Neither of the otters bothered to reply. The taller, slightly broader and darker-furred of the two - Ian - was far, far too busy with his smaller brother to say a word. The older otter had the younger bent over a convenient fabric cube about half the size of a sofa and just the right height for his purposes, and another flash of lightning lit both rutting bodies up from the outside. Alisha shivered at the sight; Robert was in the position he so very much enjoyed. Ian might have only been twenty-six minutes holder than Robert, but they never seemed to have any trouble with their own pecking order.

His eyes turned up to look over the clear surface of the pyramid walls as the fox made his way over towards the otter brothers. He'd been concerned at first about others spying through the transparent surface, but the two otters had doubled up on Alisha's backside that night so well that the fox had stopped caring after about five seconds. Later on, they'd told Alisha that there was a no-fly zone for miles around their tower except for their private aircraft, and that the glass was one-way. The exterior was reflective, and no one could see in. They just liked the thought that they could be seen, and the sight of the world far, far beneath them.

Alisha didn't waste a moment or a breath. Once the brothers got started, there was nothing for it but to join them or wait for them to finish. The latter option was never any fun, and the fox grinned as he slid down to his knees beside one of Robert's legs. That leg flexed and twitched with the force of Ian's thrusts, and the fox giggled quietly as he stroked along it. "Poor Robbie... Ian's being so mean, not pawing you off..."

A glance up showed Robert biting his lower lip, but Alisha wasn't really interested in the younger sibling's response. Instead he simply slid down and under the otter's legs and rubbed up and over those thick-furred hips. Alisha's paws brushed over Ian's tight grip, and he smiled as he nosed slowly up along the inside of Robert's thigh. The heat of the younger otter's shaft ground against Alisha's cheek as he nuzzled up higher, and it drew back for a moment as Alisha moved up and into position. A second later it was driven down by Ian's thrust, and an open, vulpine muzzle was there to receive it.

Robert's moan was almost ear-shattering. That sudden, extra stimulation of his neglected shaft brought an immediate spurt of pre across Alisha's waiting tongue. The little fox's mouth vibrated around the otter's malehood as he felt his brother slide in again and again, his jaw tightening as he fought to keep himself from crying out too loudly. Ian was nothing if not a determined top.

And Alisha knew that top could bring out the slut in anyone he shoved his dick in. The femmy little fox shivered around the younger brother's shaft as he licked and slurped his way up and down it, and memories of Ian's vigour and girth and volume flitted unbidden through Alisha's mind. He forced them back as his tip started to peek out of his sheath and against the soft, frilly fabric of his panties. No sense dwelling on past experiences with the brothers. Alisha knew he was going to get everything he could want all over again very soon.

His tongue curled around the tip of Robert's shaft. It acted like a funnel, channeling every little drool and spurt of his pre right down Alisha's throat. The fox's lips pressed tightly down along the sensitive flesh of the otter's malehood, as the thrusts of the older brother rocked the body of the younger. Alisha didn't even need to move, so eagerly was Ian pounding at his brother's backside.

Alisha could hear that vigour. There was no dirty talk between them - that only happened when Ian was very drunk - but the sound of bodies slapped together mingled with grunts and groans to create something far more affecting. Little huffed grunts from Ian grew louder with each passing second. They deepened every time Robert couldn't keep himself quiet, with the younger otter's whimpers and moans equally breathless.

And Alisha knew his place, for the moment, was right there where he was. There was one free cock in the room, and the fox wasn't about to let up on it for even a moment. He tilted his head up further as his lips worked hungrily along the otter's length. His tongue curled and uncurled around it, teasing up and down as Alisha started to work against the rocking of Robert's hips. The moans above him were reward enough, but the way they enticed Ian to only fuck his brother harder? So much better.

Alisha's nose began to bump up against Robert's belly. He shivered at the force of Ian's thrusts, at the way the older brother took poor Robbie's backside at whatever pace he decided. The fox could tell Ian was close and that he'd come into their alone time near the end. The larger otter's thrusts grew longer and harder when he was about to pop, and Alisha was all too ready for what that would mean. He grinned around the shaft of otter-flesh buried in his muzzle. Robbie, like him, never could resist a hot load in his ass.

A ragged moan above Alisha told him the truth of it. "Shit, Robbie," came Ian's growl through gritted teeth, "here... mrrrf... here it comes...!" The words sent a new shiver through Alisha as he braced himself back against the fabric cube, just in time to feel through the cock in his muzzle Robert become the victim of a rapid series of thrusts hard enough to split a lesser guy in half. But Robert took it almost as well as Alisha did, and the little fox felt the younger brother arch his back. His shaft all but rocketed down Alisha's throat, and Alisha gurgled a moan around it as he hugged himself tightly against Robert.

Maybe it was the twin thing, Alisha didn't know. But every single time one of the otters popped, the other wasn't far behind. He could hear Ian's panting for breath as he pounded Robert's backside throughout his climax, and Alisha could feel Robert's cock twitch as it pumped its load right down into the fox's guts. Alisha shivered, and his fingers twitched as they held the younger brother tight against his muzzle. He was just a convenient hole for the otter's load, a fucktoy. Just the way he loved it.

Twitch after twitch of that otter's shaft sent more of his seed down into Alisha, and the fox obediently stayed put without the barest command. Robert's paw didn't come down to force Alisha into place. He didn't shift to pin the fox against the fabric cube. He didn't do anything but cum, and know that Alisha was there to take every last drop and beg for more. The girly fox shuddered as he drank down everything Robert had to offer, even as he knew that Ian's load was being planted deep inside the younger brother. Older into younger, younger into him.

When finally Alisha had to breathe, he pulled back and was rewarded with the last spurt of Robert's load right onto his tongue. The familiar flavour of the younger brother was swirled around the fox's muzzle for a moment before he licked Robert's shaft clean. "Mmmr... good evening, Robbie."

"Good evening, Ally," was a somewhat tired response from the other side of the fabric cube. A quick glance back showed Robert slumped over it, rising and falling with pants for breath. Alisha knew he wasn't really done for the night. He just needed to catch his breath for a moment, and he'd be right back into it again. Or at least, Alisha hoped that was still the case. "How was the flight out?"

The lithe little vulpine's tongue curled around his muzzle for a moment as he shrugged and smiled. "You keep flying me out here in business class and I might get a taste for a bit more than your cocks," Alisha replied. The chuckle from Robert above him was stalled out as Ian ground firmly against the younger brother's backside, and the fox just chuckled quietly to himself with a shake of his head. "I think Robbie's a little tired, Ian. Need someone else?"

No sooner had the offer been made than Alisha felt a strong, webbed paw wrap around one of his ankles. He yipped as he was bodily yanked out from underneath the smaller otter, and Robert also cried out as he tumbled down and off the fabric cube. Only part of the surprise could have come from the fall; Alisha felt himself pulled up with his back against the cube so quickly that the younger brother's backside had probably just been very quickly emptied of cock. That was Ian, though. What he wanted, he got.

And he didn't waste any time. Alisha's eyes widened as he felt Ian's shaft press down between his cheeks. It ground against his black panties for only a moment before the otter reached under the fox's dress and all but tore the frilly little piece of fabric off Alisha's body. Alisha almost let a grow slip from his muzzle - those were three hundred dollar panties, dammit! - before the slick heat of Ian's malehood pressed against his newly-revealed backside. The frustration melted away as Alisha's legs spread open for the older otter. He could always get more. And he was about to get something anyway.

It was just one, hard thrust, but the remaining lube on his cock was enough. Mingled with the load he'd shot into his brother, Ian's shaft pushed right down hard past Alisha's tailring, and the little fox's whole body shuddered as it found itself so thoroughly spread out. Ian wasn't exactly the biggest Alisha had ever taken, but the rough way he shoved his length down into the vulpine's rump definitely made up for that. Alisha gritted his teeth against a brief surge of pleasure-mixed pain, and his legs wrapped around the otter's hips for a moment as they instinctively tightened.

It only served to pull Ian in, and the bigger brother leaned over Alisha with a wide grin. The fox knew exactly what that meant, and he blushed brightly and tipped his ears back as he forced his legs to relax. This was Ian's party. He was the one in control. And damn it all if he didn't know just how to work a guy's ass, if that guy was experienced enough not to be ripped open by him. Despite the submissive posture, Alisha allowed himself a little grin. If there was one thing he could do well, it was take a dick.

He arched his back and leaned down into the cube as Ian pulled quickly back and slammed himself down again. The fox forced himself to relax as best he could, and his eyes fell closed for a moment. Each new thrust came a little faster than the one before, and Alisha saw stars as Ian gave the vulpine everything he had right from the get-go. The otter's hips rammed his shaft down hard enough into Alisha that the fox almost found himself forced right off the cube, but he quickly wrapped his arms back around to brace his paws against the floor. Alisha bit his tongue as he felt his shaft twitch and start to cause a peak in his dress. Ian liked his boys looser. If they were a bit too snug, he fixed it quick.

It took a couple moments, but Alisha found himself suddenly not being pushed back so hard. He frowned; Ian hadn't let up at all just yet. It took a couple seconds more before the fox realized that there was a pair of paws on his shoulders, bracing him back against the bigger otter's vigorous humping. Alisha glanced back behind him and found himself face to face with a somewhat shorter but thicker shaft that his muzzle was already familiar with. He let his eyes trace up from it to fix on Robert's face high above, and the cheeky grin on it. Obviously, the younger brother was rested enough.

Instantly, obediently, Alisha lay his head back and curled his tongue around the head of Robert's shaft. His soft moan as Ian's length slammed into him just a little harder was muffled as the thrust forced him back up along the younger brother's cock, and it took everything in Alisha to gulp down a lungful of air before he found himself stuffed far too full from both ends. His ears flattened atop his head to hide a sudden surge of heat to his face, as the ridge in his dress only grew larger. Yeah, he was a slut. Yeah, he loved it.

Throat and rump swallowed around the invading lengths of flesh. Alisha's body squeezed them tightly. It tugged at them, pulled them in deeper with each inward thrust. He closed his eyes and allowed his body to simply move on instinct, driven by the base desires of the brothers at either end of him. Alisha's body was theirs, to use and take as they saw fit.

Ian's shaft all but sawed back and forth. He didn't slow, he didn't relent, and he didn't spare Alisha any of the roughness he'd started with. The larger otter's hips just slammed against that spread, vulpine rump. Each thrust forced Alisha to clench down around him, and a grunt was pulled from his muzzle each time his shaft was wrapped up so tightly. The heat of the femmy fox-boi and the eagerness with which he'd put himself in that position fanned the fires of Ian's needs, and it kept him from doing anything but rutting the body before him.

That body wrapped around his shaft tighter than any real female ever could. Well-honed and incredibly-experienced muscles twitched and squeezed around Ian's shaft as it pushed inwards. They tugged at it; enticing it to stay; begging it to remain. They relented when Ian's hips drew back, relaxing enough to allow the otter to pull back and prepare another punishing inward push. And Alisha would just writhe on the fabric cube, his body ready to be stretched out again.

Each one of those thrusts was hard enough to slide the fox's back along the cube. Robert didn't thrust himself down Alisha's throat in time with the pumps of his brother's hips, but the slight delay gave him the chance to feel Ian's thrusts rock Alisha up into him. He watched as inch after inch of his length vanished down into the fox's mouth, wrapped up by tight lips and assaulted by a wriggling, hungry tongue. His moans mingled in the air over Alisha with his brother's grunts, and his paws reached down to grip at Alisha's jaws as he worked himself down into the femmy fox's muzzle.

Alisha's mouth worked as much on autopilot as the rest of him. His own achingly hard shaft was left ignored, completely absent any attention. He was far too busy with his paws, as he reached around and thrust two fingers quickly into the cum-soaked mess of Robert's tailhole. He felt the younger otter tense up against those fingers, and with any other client Alisha wouldn't dream of taking that level of initiative. Robert was an exception; the spurt of pre that shot down Alisha's throat on that sudden penetration was enough to remind the fox of it. After all, there was a damn good reason why Robbie loved riding his brother's cock. It was the same reason Alisha did. They both just liked having something stuffed in their ass.

But before Alisha could properly get to work rubbing at the younger brother's prostate, a grunted request came from above. Too busy moaning through a hard thrust from Ian to properly hear what had been asked, Alisha strained his ears to listen past the pleasure that rippled through his body. "Mmmrf...a-ah?" It was the closest the little fox could get to asking what had been said. His muzzle was a little too full to speak coherently, not that he was one to complain.

"Yeah... yeah, good idea," came Robert's reply, and Alisha heard those words a lot more clearly. It helped that Ian's thrusts had stalled out, and the older brother had begun to just grind up against the fox's stretched backside. "Hey, Ally? You need to get back a bit, hon. I'm gonna blow in your ass."

The words registered to Alisha's mind. They worked, and they appealed. What slutty little femmy-fox didn't want to have a hot otter blow their load inside them? The logistics didn't work, though. There was already a hot otter getting ready to... oh. "Ah... I don't think I'll stretch that much, boys," he protested, the moment Robert's shaft slipped out from between his lips.

It was a lie, though. Both brothers knew it. On one of their first romps, the two had taken turns finding the biggest toys they had and shoving them as far into the fox as biology would allow. They knew exactly what Alisha could take, almost as well as Alisha himself. It was why the protest didn't stop Robert from lifting Alisha from the cube while Ian slowly eased himself back to the floor. It - and heady lust - was why Alisha didn't try to stop him again. His body was theirs to do with as they pleased, and he loved every second regardless of what they did. The fox's own rock-hard length was still going strong, soaking his dress with pre.

Ian lay on his back, and Alisha was taken with him. Fox back pressed against otter chest. Arched otter back pressed otter cock into fox hole. Fox and otter moaned, and Alisha shivered as he felt his legs spread out wide by Robert's webbed paws. His tongue lolled out of his mouth, the taste of the younger brother's load still fresh in his muzzle as he felt a nose press and nuzzle across his balls. That momentary little spark of exploration-induced pleasure made Alisha shudder, and a spurt of pre struck his dress and ran back down the length of his shaft.

Robert's chuckle of approval was lost as Alisha watched him bring his own length down between the fox's legs. Alisha bit his lower lip as he closed his eyes. Ian's shaft slipped slowly back and out of him as the older brother drew back a little. He slammed back up again a moment later, and Alisha would have possibly slid right up and off Ian's body if not for the strong pair of arms that locked behind his shoulders. The thrust was repeated, and then came twice more.

Then it withdrew almost completely, and a new point of heat pressed against Alisha's abused tailring. There was no more warning, and no more gentleness. It thrust forward just before Ian hilted himself again, and that stretched little fox hole spread wide around both intruders at the same time. What little pain Alisha could still feel there flared, but was almost completely drowned out by the pleasure that shot through him. The feel of being filled was one thing, but being stretched so thoroughly was something else entirely. It sent heat through every inch of Alisha's body, and that heat all flooded back to his shaft and his rump. Alisha squeezed down as tight as he could, as he felt himself trapped in the grip of the horny otters.

The brothers didn't waste a single moment more. They moved in concert, both lengths ground against one another as they pumped up into the well-spread backside of the fox between them. Ian's larger shaft dominated. It dictated the speed and depth to which Alisha felt himself slaved to, but Robert's length slowly began to move out of time with it. One began to thrust in as the other withdrew, and Alisha couldn't help but screaming out. Pleasure overtook him as he felt the brothers take turns spreading his depths. His tailring spasmed around them both as his body shook, wracked with pleasure as it adjusted to the overpowering plugging.

There was nothing for Alisha to do. He was trapped, stuck in place by Ian's strong arms around his shoulders. Robert's weight pressed down over him, and the alternating thrusts by both brothers was far too intense for Alisha to even conceive of a way to escape if he'd wanted to. All that there was to do was to lay atop Ian's back as the limber older otter kept his back arched, his rump presented and stuffed by the two most influential brothers on the planet. In and out, back and forth. Their bodies all but surged through Alisha's.

It wasn't about the fox's pleasure. Alisha knew that. He also knew his body, and what it could take. One otter, fine. Two otters, fantastic. Two otters pounding his hole at the same time? Too much. Alisha's shaft twitched and throbbed hard against his ruined dress. He couldn't help himself, and he knew it. His cries increased in volume and pitch as the pleasure that rushed through his veins fed back on itself. It grew and grew as he struggled to control the eruption that bubbled up inside him, and it set his body jerking between the otter brothers as he lost the battle. Alisha cried out, and the first jet of his seed hit his dress so hard some of it managed to soak clearly through the thin fabric.

As the fox squirmed through his climax, the brothers just increased their efforts. They rutted that clenching rump with all the instinct of an animal in breeding season. They gripped Alisha tightly, held their fox in place, and forced themselves into his trembling, erupting body over and over, harder and harder. Every twitch and ripple of the vulpine's body translated to a squeeze or shudder around their shafts, and even mid-climax Alisha ground himself back down against them in an effort to take the brothers as deep as they could go.

It wasn't in vain. Dimly, Alisha could feel four webbed paws grip at his body. They held on tight, grasping at whatever they could find as two pairs of hips bucked up against the fox's well-stretched backside. They pounded away, thrust after thrust as the fox unloaded himself up against the inside of his dress, and there was a brief moment where both otter brothers drew back at the same time in between a pulse of Alisha's seed.

Then they rammed in hard, together. The fox felt both cocks flare to life, throbbing against his spread inner walls as both Robert and Ian grunted out their climaxes. Each pulse of their shafts sent another burst of sticky heat into the fox's rump. It reignited the flames of Alisha's own climax, as he found himself able to pump out an extra spurt or two with the extra sensation of being filled. Seed trickled back down Alisha's cheeks as he was filled past capacity, his loosened hole unable to contain what the brothers pushed into him.

All Alisha could do was hold on tight and enjoy the ride. Even as his own orgasm tapered off and left his hard shaft to drool against his belly, the otters just kept on going. They ground against the fox's backside, smearing their hips with the mixture of their seed. Each second brought a fresh spurt, as Alisha squirmed and writhed in their combined grasp.

Anyone else might have stopped there. Anyone else might have given things a moment for rest, or for bodies to recover from the intense sensation of the breeding that the brothers had shared. But Alisha knew better. The fox leaned back against Ian's chest and felt a gentle nuzzle from the older brother brush against his shoulder. Rest would last moments. They'd be able to start again in under a minute, and then Alisha would be subject to their every lustful whim for the night.

A shiver ran through the fox again as he reclined in the grip of the brothers. Yeah, he had less troublesome targets. Yeah, he had less constraints with his other marks. Yeah, life was less difficult when not dealing with such prime examples of business success. They were rich, and they were fucking hot, and they knew how to fuck a fox. And as they began to grind against Alisha's over-bred backside, that fox knew they were about to go again.

What more could a slut really want?

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Simply Irresistible lyrics

How can it be permissible?

She compromised my principles, yeah yeah.

That kinda love is mythical.

She's anything but typical.

She's a craze you'd endorse.

She's a powerful force.

You're obliged to conform when there's no other course.

She used to look good to me,

But now I find her,

Simply irresistible.

Simply irresistible.

Her lovin' is so powerful, huh!

It's simply unavoidable.

The trend is irreversible.

The woman is invincible.

She's a natural law,

And she leaves me in awe,

She deserves the applause,

I surrender because,

She used to look good to me,

But now I find her,

Simply irresistible.

Simply irresistible.

Simply irresistible.

She's so fine, there's no tellin' where the money went.

Simply irresistible.

She's all mine, there's no other way to go.

She's unavoidable; I'm backed against the wall.

She gives me feelings that I've never felt before.

I'm breaking promises, she's breaking every law.

She used to look good to me,

Now I find her,

Simply irresistible.

She's so fine, there's no tellin' where the money went.

Simply irresistible.

She's all mine, there's no other way to go.

Her methods are inscrutable.

The proof is irrefutable.

She's so completely kissable.

Our lives are indivisible.

She's a craze you'd endorse,

She's a powerful force.

You're obliged to conform when there's no other course.

She used to look good to me,

But now I find her,

Simply irresistible.

She's so fine, there's no tellin' where the money went.

Simply irresistible.

She's all mine, there's no other way to go.

Simply irresistible.

She's so fine, there's no tellin' where the money went.

Simply irresistible.

She's all mine, there's no other way to go.

Simply irresistible.