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It's a warm night, and the whole day your mind has been filled with thoughts, fantasies of what was to happen in the shortly-planned evening. Even sitting innocently on a little couch, light briefs aren't allowing your mind to stray away from the painfully needy bulge straining the fabric. Though you'd taken a seat only seconds ago, you spring back to your feet, and just in time, too. A knock at the door catches your attention and your most intimate friends file into your apartment, casually assuming their roles; they know what to do with your body.

You know that by the time your apartment lacked natural lighting, you would already be gulping down the hot, thick cum saved up for you.

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You look back at us waiting boys in a stunted, sweaty semicircle, all having had our way with your body at least once. Simply the sight of your stained fur and intoxicating musk drifting around the room encourage each man's shaft to stiffen again, including your untouched cock squeezed between the creased beanbag and stomach fur, clumped together with the semen drawn out of you after every dumbing orgasm made you squeeze around whatever cock happened to be plowing into your rump at the time.

Through the glaze over your blissful eyes you catch sight of Izzy stepping towards you. From the moment he stepped through the apartment door, you've felt yourself drawn to the knotted bulge in his shorts, and the adorable fox didn't try to stop you when you knelt before him before the others had got their clothes off. You made quick work of his meaty erection, inhaling his unfiltered, addictive musk and his moans made you purely happy as he experienced the first orgasm of the evening to set a precedent for the night. He's been saving himself for you, and the sights, sounds and smells of the night have been torturing him until he could finally pound you silly; the dribbles of precum over his thick canine manhood are just evidence of the arousal he's got for your used ass.

Despite the heat, you shiver, his soft footsteps approaching you as each person catches their breath and you force yourself to get back into position; with a spinning head and indescribable waves of pleasure coursing through you simply from the aftermath of multiple butt-fuckings, sensual yet pure bliss, it takes a tug on the head from Izzy to pull you up.

"Feel all that cum dripping down your thighs, dribbling from your eager asshole? These boys know what you like.You know what I like, and I know what you love. "

You feel a moist paw against the base of your tail, pushing you forward into the beanbag as your favourite fox makes you mindless with the incredible dirty talk you share a mutual love of.

"My little raccoon loves being used as a cumdump, doesn't he? I want you to beg, slut."

"Oh, god, please, Izzy," you manage to moan, unintentionally spitting semen onto the carpet already stained with several streaks of your favourite social drink. His hot breath forming words against the back of the neck just heating you even further, you allow him to press you back down onto the surface of the beanbag, further moans muffled as he affectionately yet forcefully holds your muzzle down against the scratchy fabric. You can't differentiate the fluids smeared all over your thick thighs, sensitive balls, shaft and ass, let alone discern who it was that sprayed another layer over your sticky fur, but you know that Izzy's the only man in the room still waiting for a turn on your sweet butt; got to save the best for last, after all.

The heat peaks as your experienced tailhole is stretched again. Physically, the penetration is the same as you'd managed many times, but with the slutty fox above you pushing his hot, throbbing meat past clumped fur into your sloppy tailhole inch by inch it feels just so much better. Minute points of pain hit your brain as his paw pressing against your lower back extends its claws, some of your fur being tugged upwards as his fists clench in a natural reaction to the warmth of sensations pulsing through his body; as his hold on your head tightens, a moan is forced out of your crumpled muzzle, a wave of pleasure rushing through you as Izzy's oozing canine tip wiggles in the tight depths of your nethers.

"Yes! Louder, slut! I want to hear my little slut moan," the dominating fox growls, his commanding voice not wavering despite a slight shiver; you sense that he's sacrificed his own momentary pleasure to keep you under his control, holding his shaft at a certain point within you, forcing you to moan again. His fingers slip from your unkempt hair as you let out a whine, animalistically stretching yourself back as far as you can manage against his steady hips, needily struggling against his grip in desire for that thick knotted cock belonging to your favourite fox. Izzy grits his teeth, holding you in place upon the sagging, stained beanbag shaping itself around your torso and, having already clenched submissive groaning from the slut underneath him, ever so slightly removes his cock from within you.

"You're lucky I let these boys go hard on your body before me."

You know, from Izzy's tone of voice alone, that he's grinning.

"I know how much you love being used, laying there like a dummy while thick, meaty shafts fill your holes, forcing hot cum down your throat to meet the loads gushing in from the other side."

His enticing speech is cut short by your asshole tightening around the unmoving cock still giving you unimaginable pleasure. You feel a tremble run through the body pinning you down, and a grunt slips from between his clenched teeth. With a quick breath and a chuckle, he readjusts the dominant grip and continues, just as confident as he always loves to be.

"And when there's one at both end, thrusting mercilessly into the warmth of your body whether synchronised or not, you can't just leave the others waiting to plow you without satisfaction."

Your sweaty hands are plucked without warning from their sunken imprints in the beanbag, tugged upwards in the warmth of another; despite the unison, you can feel the differences between the hand on each of yours, and a grin is visible on your muzzle as it lifts from the beanbag.

Izzy's let go of your hair, giving you the opportunity to identify the two men standing in front of you who are taking advantage of the submissive position you can't, and wouldn't, escape from. As your tense fingers sense heat a heartbeat before a familiar stiff, tapered muscle slides into each hand, you grin; these particular muscles have had their way with your body enough times for you to know who each one belongs to from the shape and intimidating size alone. On your right, the slick shaft of your second-favourite fox cock pulses into your tight grip, JD's hot length lightly thrusting into the ring you have made with your fingers while his precum oozes onto your wrist and smothers the furry digits wrapped around his manhood. Your left hand, in contrast, settles easily on the immense dragon dick standing tall before you, fingers instinctively smearing precum over the ridges of the erection which could only belong to a particular horny cat who you know can go hard, a favourite position being to force you to clean his cock with your saliva while all kinds of rough acts are performed by the dominant foxes on your behind.

Despite the sensation of the two joining participants' first cumloads still dripping inside you, the arousing feeling of fullness not diminishing any time soon, you want their cum. You need the thick, tasty semen drawn out from the slick, attentive shafts as your body accommodates the release; even if you've only just peaked yourself, just the thought of being filled with multiple girthy inches of stiffness, squelching in and out of your used asshole, loving the sensation of several orgasms' worth of seed leaking down your thighs with every slap of the dom's balls against yours, gets you rock-hard and raring to go again. When you scent the arousing musk of another cock right before your muzzle, it gets grabbed and worshiped like the man-batter is water; you lick every inch of that tasty pole dry, acting just as the cumslut you are.

"Do you want these cocks, fuckslut? What do you want the most? What do you need?" Izzy's voice is a low growl in your ear. He isn't going to forget any time soon how much of a whore you are, how much you desire to be pounded in every way.

"Please, I want your dicks, all three of you! I need your cum, I need you to fill me up!" Your grasp on the penises in your hands tightens, forcing simultaneous dribbles of precum from both hot tips. "Feed me with it, I want to drink down all the cum you can produce!"

A tug on your short, ruffled hair forces your head upwards, and you instinctively twist to look Izzy in the eyes as best you can. His awesome fox dick, still periodically dripping precum within the clenched depths of your messy tailhole, unexpectedly plunges almost as deep as possible within you, slickly sliding past your flesh until the engorged knot pushes against your sphincter.

From the front, your reactive gasp is drowned out by a similar growl from Erebus, standing dominantly before you; the dragon cock in your left hand pulses again, forcing the ring of your hand larger as the physically-imposing cat lightly thrusts into your grip. Gazing up with lidded, blissful eyes, you take in the dominant figures of the men receiving your erotic massages, struggling to remain coherent through the sensual dragging of Izzy's meat within your ass. Groans surround you as a favourite muscle memory kicks in; the beanbag shifts as your hips roll backwards, grinding the cummy mess of fur over your asscheeks against the slim yet strong body o your favourite fox, giving his knot a rub as you wiggle back in pure desire to please him. Similar to how Izzy's paws have dropped to your hips, slightly digging his claws into your flesh, your hands greedily tug at the two erections at your front to begin drawing semen from the heavy balls visibly swinging in time with the weak thrusts, adding to the heat and delicious musk filling the room.

Your cum-stained back is arched, having pressed your chest down onto the beanbag with outstretched arms reaching for the stiffness of all three cocks. Knowing you'd have become accommodated to Izzy's length inside you, the fox quickly accelerates his thrusts, making sure you can hear the grunts squeezing through his clenched teeth as his cock's tapered tip plunges into you over and over, soaking itself in the pool of precum and sticky semen already deposited in your ass. Slamming his knot against you with increasing force as every man in the room had done before, Izzy growls again, this time unable to hide the strained pleasure in his voice from using you as the cum dumpster you love to be; whenever the boys came over, you know they're going to leave you bloated and messy.

"How's this, huh, fuckslut? Enjoying being surrounded by these thick cocks, all lusting after your body?"

Your instant reply is a meaningless, stunted moan, the result of attempting to speak coherently while getting pounded by such a pleasurable. While you can't form a sentence, however, it's instinct for your hands to keep at their proper jobs: since the fox fucking you mindless from behind had taken care of holding you in place, all of your frontal attention could be served to Emo and JD, receiving a thirsty, lusty handjob from the slut they had already pounded.

Time flies by and stands still all the same; the only thing you can focus on are the three fat cocks around you, constantly clumping your fur with dribbles of precum. Each thrust deep into you throws your weight forward, each slam of Izzy's knot against your used rim coinciding with a stroke along the huge meat poles in your hands. The groans and grunts of the three dominating mammals, undermined by your slutty moans, create a harmony, the sounds of such kinky release bouncing off the walls of the room. Various liquids are dripping onto the floor: sweat, the precum of the dicks being ravishly jerked off as if you were dying of thirst and whatever the erections can produce is your life water, and the cum. God, the cum, a blissful amount of the man-batter squelching out of your ravaged tailhole with each of Izzy's thrusts, creating a pool on the ground through which your own rock-hard erection slides, adding to the fluids with every passing second.

You may have been getting used as the fuckslut you are for an eternity, but the building of a familiar sensation in your nethers draws you out of the sex stupor. The fox slamming into your tailhole slows slightly, but on every thrust removes almost his entire length and throws it back deep within you; you know it's time for what you've been longing for, what you've been craving for who knows how long.

"Alright, my man. Where do you want my hot load? If you beg well enough, I might let you have it, dirty cumslut."

In frenzied speech broken by every thrust, you just barely manage to string together your most basic, animalistic desires to reply.

"Izzy, please, fuck, I'm your fuckslut! I'm a cum dumpster for you and everyone else! I need you to cum inside me! I'll take it all and more, I'll do anything for it,please, cum deep inside me!"

By the time the final word has left your mouth, Izzy growls once more, and you gasp again as his thick knot splits your ass open, burying itself to the hilt within you. This is all you wanted, for this incredible fox to give you the privilege of taking his intense orgasm; now all you need is as much cum as you can swallow.

Emo and JD, both gritting their teeth and struggling to restrain themselves from just grabbing your slutty muzzle and giving you a hard throat-swab, simultaneously reach down and grab their slickened erections, shifting together to position themselves to shower you, to feed you with what they have. All you see are the two meaty, tapered cocks pointing directly towards your face, and your orgasmic mind registers this quickly enough to force your mouth open. In unison, the two standing reach their orgasm to finish off your long, fluidic handjobs, not hesitating as the first rushes of cum travel up their twitching dicks and shoot long streams of the semen you so desire in your general direction; the boys were extremely pent-up despite taking turns furiously fucking your butt some hours earlier, and this shows from the creamy ropes of cum splashing across your face and filling your eager open muzzle. You give in to your inner tendencies, sticking your tongue to catch the deliciousness of it all directly onto your tastebuds, and the grinning men before you simply watch, allowing the cum to sink into your fur as you try to swallow their immense loads. It feels you've been covered in a gallon of the aromatic liquid, and just as well; a cumslut only deserves as such.

All the while, Izzy is pulling your hips back, holding your taut ass against his crotch to ensure that none of his cum is wasted. Overwhelmed by the several cumshots crossing your upper body, all you can do is allow yourself to be pumped with his load, taking his sweet orgasm as best you can in your half-stupid state.

"Fill me..." you can't help but groan, your mind filled with nothing but your friends' attractive anthro cocks and the cum they always deliver.

"You fuckslut, you know I will." Despite the incredible pleasure coursing through the two of you, still attached at the hips with him depositing pulse after pulse of hot cum into your nethers, Izzy finds the time to give you a rough lick over the ears, managing to catch some of Emo's, or maybe JD's, cum coming to rest across your face on his tongue.

As it had hundreds of times earlier this afternoon alone, fresh, salty cum oozes from your contracting tailhole as the fox's knot softens and gradually inches itself out of your hole. In a complete state of exhaustion and bliss, you twist yourself to lay upon the beanbag, revealing your own diminishing erection: in the whitewash of orgasms around you, somehow your own peak went unnoticed, but the result is surely revealed as your dick flops against your stomach, dragging strings of cum from the beanbag and your ridiculously messy inner thighs. Still panting, on a high from the complete shower of cum a cockslut like you needs, you take in the sight of the three men now standing together, gazing at your used body. Two cum-stained sheaths and the cat's flaccid dragon cock catch your attention, but after several hours of being fucked every way pleasurable, your eyes shut.