Welcome to the Show!
#1 of Undersourcing - Welcome to the Show!
Alright, so, I doubt anyone noticed, but my one year anniversary of posting came and passed last week. I intended to get this uploaded back then, but life has a way of thumbing its nose at you.
No matter, as a small celebration of sticking with this little hobby for a full year, I wanted to so something a slight bit more interactive that takes place in the background of my Undersourcing series. Nothing quite as story driven, mostly fun smut like I likes. So far as what interactive means, exactly... Well, read on!
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Standard boiler plate: This is fantasy, not real. Simple rule of thumb, do not do things to people without their consent in real life. That is bad. No more to say there than that.
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"Hello everyone!" the brown-scaled lizard energetically exclaimed, striding onto the elaborately lit stage as he gave a showy, toothy smile to the camera. Striking a welcoming, wide-armed pose, he proudly showed off his lithe body. Plenty of his scales were easily visible as he was clad only in a buttoned-up light blue shirt, a fancy black suit jacket, and a lewdly bulging black thong. "Many of you know me, though some have not been so lucky," he confidently continued, running his fingers through his slicked back black headfur while his long, muscular tail swayed behind him. "No matter, I'm happy to introduce myself either way. My name is Edris Auriales, and I am the humble owner and proprietor of the single best slave market in all of Lust's Circle."
The obnoxiously loud sound of a throat clearing startled him. The camera panned to the left, showing a tall, well-muscled, large-breasted, masculine female hyena standing off to the side of the stage, hostilely smirking at the lizard. A pair of puppy-slaves, a fox and a doberman, flanked her, sitting like feral dogs at her feet. The fox, Peppy, looked worshipfully up at his mistress, while the doberman, Piddles, panted, gazing longingly at Edris's crotch.
"I think you're forgetting my new store, hm?" the hyena asked, idly scratching her fox pup between his ears.
"Yes, yes," Edris grumbled, forcing the camera to refocus on himself. "My lovely, wonderful partner Muriel recently opened her own franchise that specializes in puppy-slaves like Peppy and Piddles there. Make sure to check it out! It's truly excellent." Lowering his voice, he added, "Even if my original will always be superior."
"Watch yourself, Scales," the hyena said, throwing a dominant, if affectionate, glare his way. "Don't forget I trained these two. You really want me to tell them to use you as a chew toy?" Peppy's face lit up at the suggestion, rubbing a latex-mitted paw along his forcibly curved cock. He whined as it throbbed inside the tight rings pierced along the bottom of his nutsack, trapping the short length of fox meat between his testicles. An additional pair of rings piercing the cock's tip tugged insistently on another pair of rings piercing his taint, making absolutely certain an erection wasn't a real option.
Piddles was salivating as he sat perfectly still and waited. The bright red, pointed tip of the dog's cock peeked lewdly through the tip of his solid silver cage.
Nervously chuckling, Edris declined to reply, instead shifting his focus back to the camera. "Moving on... I'm sure you're curious as to why I'm doing this little broadcast. Well, I'll be happy to tell you! Even with the new franchise, it's just no longer possible for the two of us to personally demo each and every product to each and every customer. And you all, my beloved customers, deserve only the best, as well as every chance to make an informed decision. I know, I know, I could just hire more staff, or any staff for that matter, but I had a better idea!" Under his breath, he muttered, "...which won't cut into my profit margin..." He took a moment to flash another smile before continuing. "A way to accomplish my goals, while, at the same time, letting my loyal customers all join in as well. First, I needed to convince enough of my friends and acquaintances down here to participate as volunteers to demo new and old products. Wasn't hard, they were all happy to help! Next, I needed to make sure to record and broadcast those demonstrations on our brand new TV network. Check! Once a recording's complete, whenever a customer wants, they can check them out at their leisure to see what products they like before coming in to buy. An informed customer is a happy customer! And salesman for that matter. Lastly, I needed to pick out an assortment of roles and products to be demoed, then randomly assign them to a group of lucky souls."
The camera followed him as he leaped onto another stage where several others were standing under spotlights.
"Step one's all ready to go. In fact, I already have a few friends here," Edris said, sweeping his arm around to indicate the others, "who were happy to volunteer themselves as demoers. Let's say hello, shall we?" As he approached his first spotlight, where two individuals were waiting, the camera zoomed out, getting them all in frame. "Alright, please introduce yourselves."
A tall, toned female possum answered, "I'm Fiona, I'm in charge of cleaning alongside..." She turned toward the male fox standing next to her, waiting for him to respond.
"I was told there was gonna be food," the fox halfheartedly complained. Rolling her eyes, Fiona elbowed him in the ribs, earning a loud, pained grunt for her efforts. "Geez! What the heck, Fi?" he shouted, clutching his tenderized chest. His eyes opened wide when he noticed the camera pointed his way. "Oh! Right, that thing we're doin'. I'm Fred!"
"Alright, an interesting pair, there," Edris mused, moving on to the next spotlight. "Introduce yourself please," he said, gesturing to a diminutive white mouse in a full business suit.
"Gregor. I run payroll. Get this moving along, I'd like to get back to work."
Scoffing at the mouse's brusque statement, Edris quietly, though very audibly muttered, "You'd think a little guy with a donkey dick wouldn't be so uptight, but here we are." Too stunned to reply, Gregor held perfectly still, furiously blushing. Edris slyly grinned at the camera as he passed by on his way to the final spotlight, where three individuals in blue jumpsuits were waiting together. "And you three are?" he asked as he approached a short, scrawny white cat.
"Del," the cat said, smiling and waving to the camera.
"Cyrus," rumbled the massive, muscular ox next to him.
"Sebastian," finished the lanky ferret off to their side.
The lizard stared at them for several seconds, waiting for more, eventually gesturing with his hand for them to continue.
"Oh!" Del shouted, "We're trainers! Our jobs are to get the slaves ready with whatever work orders come in. Or we get to be creative and choose our own designs sometimes." He proudly smiled as the ferret gave a loud, annoyed grunt. "What? It can be fun sometimes!"
"For you, maybe," the ferret complained, rolling his eyes.
"Anyway, Sebastian and I normally take the jobs with smaller folks while Cyrus takes the more physically involved ones."
Giving a wild grin, the ox simply stated, "I like fighters."
"That's about it!"
"Right, well, good, that's enough for now," Edris said, snapping his fingers, leaving them all in darkness. "Don't forget, when we get to the end, that the options are not limited to those few. There's just far too many of us to individually go through them all!" He jumped back to his original stage, quickly resuming to his previous position. "Now that that's settled, about the recordings. We're already archiving and broadcasting this first special of ours live, so, again, check! Now, I've already picked the roles they'll be assigned, so now just need to pick out our sinners and decide who'll be what. Luckily, we came prepared!" With another snap of his fingers, an immense spotlight came on, illuminating a nearby object.
The newly visible object was a massive black metal wheel, slightly recessed in the floor and suspended by a pair of large footings holding its center axle. Despite its size, it was quite plain, the only interesting part of it being the chain of damned souls bound wrist to ankle all the way around the rim. As the camera zoomed in scanning along the line of groaning occupants, it became clear that that one thing the varied mix of species and genders had in common was that they were all wearing some varied form of chastity and gag.
"Alright, time to meet the new products!" Walking up to the wheel, he stood next to a muscular male lion, currently upside-down due to his position on the rim. The lion was pulling as hard he could on his restraints, either not noticing or not concerned by the muffled cries of pain from above and below. All pulling his arms accomplished was stretching out the legs a male raccoon, whose ankles were bound to his wrists. Pulling his legs had a similarly useless effect, only yanking painfully hard on a female weasel's arms. "As much as I'd like to spend a whole day introducing each of them, describing their appearances and listing out their vital statistics, there's plenty of time for that later. For now, I think it's well past time we assign their roles. How will we do that, you ask? Easy, I say! Just watch."
Grabbing a handle on the side of the wheel, Edris made a show of throwing his arm down, sending the whole thing spinning quickly enough to make the occupants merge into a total blur. As he watched the wheel spin, patiently waiting for it to slow down, he reached into his jacket and pulled out a bunch of sealed envelopes. Holding them up to the camera, he explained, "These are the randomly assigned roles. I shuffled them, and will open one for each down the line. You may ask, 'Why the wheel if the cards themselves are the randomized part?' To that I say, 'There's no such thing as too much showmanship.' Besides, I've really wanted to see something like this for a long time. It didn't disappoint. You can't really see it at the moment, but there are thick posts all along the center of the wheel's rim. Each them have one of the posts stuffed right up their tail ends. Beautiful, isn't it? Might be worth looking into a home version, eh?"
As he finished speaking, the wheel ground to a halt, leaving a dizzy, ring-gagged female red kangaroo hanging upside-down next to him, her impressively large breasts dangling on either side of her chin.
"Alrighty, first product." He opened the first envelope. "Female kangaroo, Pony Slave. Oldie but a goodie. She should make an excellent one though, just look at her. With those long, muscular legs and feet in a nice pair of hooved boots, she could probably pull a whole fleet of carts all by herself! Some species are just made to be pony slaves. Aside from actual ponies, I mean. And I bet those tits of hers are going to look just lovely all bound, pierced, and decorated. Something to match a bit gag, chastity belt, and blinders. We're all about customization, of course. Next." Tossing the opened envelope aside, he moved the wheel down until the next individual replaced the roo. He opened the next envelope, repeating the same process as before, over and over, all the way down the line.
"Male rat, Living Canvas. That's a new one as the new head of R&D seems to be a bit of an art nut. Essentially, the tall, chubby-bellied rodent will be vacuum sealed in a black latex canvas with only a few key bits showing. His butt, tail, cock cage and round little marbles, ring-gagged muzzle, etc. Anyone to buy a slave of this model would receive a full set of paints and brushes, and have the opportunity to decorate him however they like. Or just fuck their fully encased new pet. Or both. Next."
"Female snake, Stocks. Her head and wrists will be permanently locked into wooden stocks, with her mouth ring-gagged for free and easy blow jobs... although... a skinny, exceptionally flexible creature like her... yes... I think we'll need a special set of stocks made! She'll be bent her in half with her scaly, gagged snout right up against her pussy which, naturally, will have a set of rings added, piercing her pussy shut. Could be fun to pierce her tongue to her clit too. Once she's set up, anyone who wants to use her can alternate between her tailhole and mouth at their leisure. Maybe even put those scaly feet through as well... Yes! I love it! Next.
"Male otter, Mobile Urinal. A relatively simple one. This skinny little guy'll be sealed in a solid latex bitchsuit, limbs bent at the elbows and knees, with only his tailhole, cage, and nose visible. He'll have a wide funnel attached to the mouth of his thick, solid hood so he can act as a mobile urinal. Sounds fun! Next."
"Male wolf, Paw Slave. Ah, yes, our fit, slightly muscled wolf friend here will be encased in thick latex, head to ankle, his arms pinned to his sides and his legs held bent at the knees. There will be an opening for his tailhole, though his crotch will be entirely encased. His bare footpaws will be resting on his thighs just below his ass cheeks, vulnerable to anything from feathers to cattle prods to riding crops to those weird spiky wheel things. Worry not, all toys are included with purchase of a Paw Slave! Also, his muzzle will be fitted with an adjustable dental gag that can be opened or closed, letting anyone interested safely stuff their paws, or anything, really, into his mouth and down his throat. Next."
"Female chicken, Living Coat Rack. Okay, here's a brand new model fresh out of R&D. Our pudgy feathered friend will be hogtied and suspended from the ceiling. Her wonderfully round, tasty breasts will both be pierced, a series of rings added to pierce her cunt lips shut tight, and three rings will be pierced through her tongue. A chain with coat-hooks will run from her pussy rings to her tongue rings, given extra support by another chain connecting her breasts. No worries, she'll be treated beforehand with a serum to increase her durability. No troubles there. Either way, she'll be a wonderful centerpiece for parties! And when not in use as a coat rack, she can be lowered to a more convenient height for a bit of fucking and sucking, too. Next."
"Male raccoon, Chandelier Urinal Slave. Oh boy! Yes, here's another brand new model. Perhaps one of my favorites. The skinny, scrawny raccoon here will be chained to the ceiling by his ankles, hanging upside-down with his arms chained behind his back. The R&D folks created a helmet of sorts, kind of like a fishbowl with four pipes ending in funnels sticking out near the rim. When locked around the raccoon's neck and he's hanging upside-down, it provides four trough-like basins in which multiple users can relieve themselves, each draining into the bowl at the center. He'll have no choice but to keep drinking as it fills, and there will always be some amount of piss left in the bowl. This one also requires an anchor in the floor for a tether connecting to the bowl. That way, if he struggles, it'll prevent him from swaying too much. This model also comes with a cleaning plug for his ass and a tube to connect his cage to the bowl. There's also a flushing mechanism to empty the bowl periodically, the timing of which can be customized as desired. This one requires quite a bit of prep work, yes, but it is so very, very worth it! Next."
"Male lion, Kitten slave. Right, here's our muscly lion friend again, and this is almost TOO appropriate. What do you think, want to be a playful, cute, fuckable kitten slave?" The lion snarled through his ballgag, futilely trying to snap at the lizard's hand. "Aw, I think that upset him! Or is he just upset about that little cage locked over his sheath? Maybe the thick metal shaft stuffed up his butt? Either way, he's gonna love being a kitten slave. Especially after he's fully broken, trained, and conditioned of course. And has that mane shaved off. And leather mitts locked onto his hands and footpaws. He'll be a mewling, cream loving kitten before you know it." Though he was still defiant, the lion was beginning to show a degree of worry as he stared up at the smirking lizard. "Next."
"Female weasel, Milk Cow. I'll admit, I was hoping she'd get the next one, but I suppose I'm a bit biased... Never mind. Having a tall, thin, slinky build like this weasel does is great when dealing with bitchsuits, the natural extra flexibility is a huge plus. She'll be sealed inside a solid latex, bitchsuit same as the otter, just with a ring gag instead of a funnel, and a nice black-and-white cow-like pattern. Oh, and I suppose the chest section should be opened up to expose her tits." Reaching over to her chest, he gave one of the weasel's petite breasts a squeeze, causing her to squeal helplessly. "Of course, we'll need to give her some treatments to get these little fellas up to size and producing a strong supply of milk, but we have the technology. Don't worry, any slave, male or female, can be made into a milk cow! Once her new jugs are ready, a pair of suction cups from a portable pump will be pierced onto her nipples, and a holster of plastic cups will be added to her hood. All together, it'll make her the perfect item for serving refreshments at parties! Comes complete with a flat, wheeled cart to hold what will soon be a massive milky burden. Wouldn't make much sense to keep her mobile if she'll be completely immobilized, right? Next."
Reaching for the next envelope, Edris quickly realized there were none left. "Oh. Well, I suppose this is the final one," Edris said, indicating an average height, thin, black-feathered male toucan hanging upside-down off to his side.
The yellow feathers of the toucan's face and upper chest, the light gray, scaly legs up to his knees, and the large, long, rainbow-colored, uniquely-gagged beak were the only parts of him showing any sort of color. The rest of his body was a simple dark matte black. His gag had been made custom, specifically for him, consisting of a long, thick, pink rubber tube running the length of his beak, just past the tip. A pair of thin straps along on the sides were wrapped around the beak, keeping him from opening it any wider, or moving it at all. A long tunnel had been removed from the cylindrical chunk of rubber leading all the way to the inside of his mouth. An additional channel had been made for his tongue, which was pierced to the bottom of the tunnel by a line of smooth metal studs, the tip of the long appendage just barely making it past the end of the gag. Even occupied by the moist, fleshy, securely pinned organ, the tunnel was easily large enough for the average cock to fuck his face. There was and additional strap securing to around the back of his head, though between the beak straps and the piercings, it seemed totally unnecessary.
A tight cage consisting of a series of thick silver rings was locked in place by a ring behind his scrotum, encased the length of his limp, tapered cock and giving it no room to swell. Not that swelling was presently an issue for the dazed bird as he looked up at his captor with fear in his eyes.
"Well, good news for you, birdy. I'm fresh out of assignments, so I guess we're going to let you go..."
The toucan frantically nodded his gratitude.
"...from the wheel so you can be a chew toy for Piddles and Peppy over there."
A look of disbelieving terror quickly replaced the toucan's previous optimism.
"What? You need to wait for people to finish speaking. That's just basic manners. Honestly. Regardless, you're the winner of this specific lot. Or loser, depending on your perspective. One man's trash and all that." Motioning over to the side stage, Edris called out to Del, Sebastian, and Cyrus. "Hey guys, mind giving me a hand here?"
The three trainers made their way over to join him, per his direction, unlocking the toucan from the wheel, lowering him to the floor, and locking the kangaroo and weasel's momentarily freed limbs to additional slots running along either side of the wheel's rim. Before the toucan could try to scramble away, Del pounced, effectively hogtying him by deftly using a pair of handcuffs to lock his arms behind his back, the threading another pair around the chain and locking them around his ankles.
"There you go, sir, what now?" the white cat asked, standing up and observing the toucan with an eager smile.
"I'm getting to that, one moment." Calling out to the two puppy-slaves, Edris shouted, "New toy for you, boys! Have at it!"
Peppy and Piddles skillfully bound over on all fours, shiny mitts squeaking against the smooth floor, until they reached their new toy. Looking down at the restrained bird, they briefly wondered what to do first. Peppy made a sharp, yipping bark to his doberman companion, whose face lit up as he nodded his agreement. Flipping the toucan onto his back so he was resting awkwardly on his cuffed limbs, Piddles wrapped his arms around the bound legs and leaned forward, taking a long inhale of the startled toy's caged genitals. Before the bird could react, the doberman sucked his balls into his muzzle, aggressively massaging the heavy orbs with his tongue.
As the confused toucan lifted his head to see what the dog was up to, Peppy straddled his beak, using a latex-encased hand to aim his pierced prick down toward the gag's opening. The fox let out a happy yip followed by a sigh as he released a stream of salty, acrid piss straight down the gag's tunnel, running along his tongue down to his mouth. The unexpected taste of fox piss made the toucan's eyes bug out as he attempted to thrash, quickly realizing he was held fast by both puppy-slaves. All he could do was close his eyes and wait for the sighing fox to finish.
Once the flow abated, the fox tapped a mitt against his junk to be sure, knocking out a few more drops, then happily dismounted his new toy's beak. Yipping again at the doberman, they speedily switched places. The doberman released the spit-soaked balls from his muzzle, moved up to straddle the toucan's beak, and sent a stream of musky piss through his cage straight down the wincing bird's throat. Instead of sucking on his balls, Peppy aimed lower, spearing his tongue into their squealing captive's tailhole.
Piddles's lasted quite a bit longer than his fox companion, flooding the toucan's mouth as he desperately tried to keep up with gulping it all down. Having finished marking their new toy, he left him to finish his swallowing. He plopped down next to the bird, stuffing his nose into one of his armpits, took a long inhale, and let out a dreamy sigh. As Peppy rimmed the toucan's ass, enjoying the sight of his trapped cock now angrily throbbing in its cage, Piddles began licking at the musky armpit, idly rubbing a mitt against the bird's perked-up nipples.
"Now that they're all good and settled, I believe it's time I explain how you, the audience, factors into all this," Edris said from off screen. "Okay, so here's..." Stopping once he realized the camera remained focused on the chaste, bound trio writhing together, he snapped his fingers, eventually stepping into focus with an exasperated sigh. "OKAY, SO HERE'S THE DEAL," he began again, "as an extra little thanks to all of my wonderful, devoted customers, as we produce these demo videos, I'm putting it to all of you to choose not just the stars of each episode, but which product gets demoed next as well! Isn't that wonderful!"
A crazed grin crept across the lizard's muzzle as he stepped closer to the camera.
"One. Vote for which of us you want to see performing the demo!" he said, gesturing toward Del, Sebastian, and Cyrus. "The winner will be recorded going through the set-up, start to finish, followed, obviously, by taking the product for a test drive or seven afterwards. When you make your pick, you're welcome to choose from any of us, no matter who." His voice lowered to an uncharacteristic growl. "Even if it's a certain bitch-of-a-weasel who shall remain nameless." Clearing his throat and adjusting his shirt, he recomposed himself, soon grinning once more. "Only one time starring per person, though as situations require the winner is welcome to call in anyone they like as an assistant if so desired. Muriel would be a good one to have around for the kitty-cat, for example." He nodded toward the hyena, who disinterestedly waved back, far more focused on watching the squirming, frustrated toucan get molested by the puppies. At some point they had flipped the bird onto his belly, with Peppy now burying his muzzle halfway into the vulnerable tailhole while Piddles slurped along the flexing, scaly feet. The doberman seemed to be enjoying the challenge of dodging the sharp talons.
"Two. Pick which of the souls and roles I doled out that you wish to see demoed next!" Edris said, this time gesturing toward the wheel. "I'll make sure to post a full list of them all for simplicity's sake. Feel free to suggest any modifications you might like to see too. For example, perhaps you might prefer the wolfy paw-slave to also have his balls exposed out of the latex to torture alongside his paws. Or perhaps you might prefer the lion cat-slave to be shaved head to toe, instead of simply his mane. Very hypoallergenic. Or perhaps you might like to see that large-breasted kangaroo pony-slave's nipples altered so that they're fuckable!... They... Wait..." He cupped a hand under his chin as he contemplatively looked at the floor. "Muriel!" he shouted to the oblivious hyena. "MURIEL!!!"
"WHAT!?!" the hyena shrieked back, her attention finally ripped away from the dogpile at her feet.
"Is that a thing?"
"IS WHAT A THING?!?!"
"Geez, calm it down, Muriel. Does R&D have any serums or devices or something that could make nipples fuckable?"
"How the fuck should I know?"
"I... Okay, fair enough, making a mental note to look into that. Feels like that'd be a big seller. Body modifications have been popular of late. My point still stands, I'm open to tweaks that could be fun, so feel free to suggest them! No guarantee they'll be used, obviously. And do try to keep them within the usual limits we follow. No gore, for example. This isn't Wrath's domain. It's Lust's! We're here to have fun! Well, punish sinners too, I suppose. But mostly to have fun!" the lizard gleefully exclaimed, raising his arms with a flourish.
"To wrap up, there are a few more rules worth mentioning," Edris continued, growing mildly serious. "This whole voting thing is admittedly a bit haphazard. There's a fair chance of a whole bunch of decisions spread out all over without much cohesion. Despite all appearances to the contrary, I'm not perfect. I'll do my best to follow the majority's voice and give everyone what they want, I AM a salesman after all, but if I see a particularly clever alteration, well, I'm not made of stone. I think scales are made of some kind of keratin, maybe? Should probably look that up. If you want to get technical, my fellow residents and I are all simply thoughtforms born from a horny weasel, but that's really neither here nor there."
He stopped for a moment, looking off into the distance.
"Where was I? Right, right, the rules. Make a comment with your preferred choices, get creative if you like, and I'll let the winners have their fun in the following episodes. Or a particularly wonderful single idea if the mood strikes me. Make sure to keep voting and making suggestions in each episode, and I'll see what I can do. I'll try to keep this all going as long as there's interest. Wouldn't make much sense for me to advertise if no one's watching!" Edris gave a sly wink to the camera. "Now, that's everything I wanted to say. Go ahead and comment, and let's get this ball rolling! For now, I see a couple of orifices that look like they could use some stuffing." He licked his lips as he grinned at the toucan. "Feel like having some fun, Muriel?"
"Thought you'd never ask," the hyena rumbled back. "Piddles, go grab mommy's favorite!" At her command, the doberman immediately let go of the bird's leg, bounding over to a large bag and retrieving a massive purple strap-on with his muzzle. "Good boy!" she said, scratching the happy dog between his ears as she stepped into the harness, lightly moaning as she guided the internal dildo into her folds. Grabbing Peppy's scruff, she pulled him up off the floor, removing his muzzle from the toucan's spit-soaked, gaping tailhole.
The fox gave a couple sharp yips of disappointment, but was silenced by a resounding bark from Piddles. Nodding in agreement, both pups got to work lavishing the squirming toucan's feet with long, sloppy slurps of their tongues.
As Muriel placed the tip of her large, floppy strap-on at the toucan's well-prepared anus, she grinned up at Edris, who had knelt at the gagged beak up front. The lizard had since removed his thong, his long, tapered cock now standing at full attention, and was in the midst of feeding it down the gag's tunnel. Despite a short time earlier being deluged with piss, the bound bird seemed to take particular offense at the taste of an actual cock. He thrashed wildly as the lizard's length slipped inside, blatantly rubbing along his pierced tongue, though he was pinned firmly to the floor by the twin pups.
Not wanting to be left behind, Muriel aggressively shoved her strap-on between the toucan's cheeks, promptly popping the tip past the flexing ring. With his beak totally stuffed, both by the gag and the lizard's throbbing shaft, the toucan could only make a snorting grunt through his nostrils as his ass was reamed open. By that point, Muriel was in no mood to take her time, tightly grasping the hogtied bird's ass and tail feathers, furiously humping the strap-on inside bit by bit.
Edris happily watched as the hyena dominated their pups' new toy, smiling ever wider as she shoved more and more of the fake cock into the grunting bird's hole, stretching him wider than he had ever thought possible. For the time being, he was content to rest his cock on the toucan's tongue while he waited for his partner to get ready.
Soon enough, Muriel's strap-on bottomed out, leaving her panting with lust as she ground her hips against the toucan's ass. Her oversized clit was fully engorged inside the harness, the rubbing and squeezing against it driving her absolutely wild. She nodded at Edris, pulled halfway out, and slammed back in, proceeding to fuck the bird's ass into the floor as fast as she was able to move her hips. Edris grinned, gripping both hands around the gagged beak and thrusting his hips along with Muriel, pounding the toucan's face as if it was a moist, heated onahole.
The toucan was squealing, grunting, squirming, completely unable to handle the multiple unwelcome sources of stimulation. Especially since no attention was being paid to his own caged meat, which was painfully sandwiched between his pelvis and the floor. Though it was spewing forth a steady stream of pre-cum, he had no hope of actual release. The exposed bits of his throbbing cock flesh were forced to rub against the floor every time the hyena's hips slammed into his ass, driving him utterly mad as he was denied any satisfaction. He only wished one of the pups could have chosen to take care of that instead of focusing on his feet for some illogical reason. Even if his scream of pained frustration could have been heard through his doubly full beak, it would have been totally drowned out by the moans building from the hyena and lizard at either end.
Edris speedily worked himself to climax, thrusting as deeply against the toucan's beak as was possible. He shuddered, almost screaming as he pumped something akin to a geyser of cum down the bird's gullet. Muriel had been close as well, but was pushed over the edge by Edris's orgasm. She moaned as she slammed in with repeated shallow thrusts, her pussy positively gushing, thoroughly soaking the black-feathered ass. Snorting dominantly, she unhooked the harness, sitting back with a pleased sigh as the internal slipped out from her pussy. The actual dildo was left totally embedded inside the toucan's rear.
Seeing his mistress sitting there with spread legs and dripping fur, Peppy abandoned the toucan's feet and pounced between her legs. He shoved his muzzle against her dripping cunt, happy to help her get cleaned off. Every once in awhile, he lifted his head and gave her clit a playful nip, getting a small moan in return. Meanwhile, Piddles moved lower down to the bird's ass, licking the hyena's juices off his thoroughly soaked, feathery cheeks.
Giving the toucan a condescending pat on the head, Edris voiced his final thoughts. "Well, that's about it. Hope you enjoyed our first little demo, though admittedly this was more for us than anything. You have your tasks, you have your options, time to make your choices!" He idly ground his still-erect shaft against the toucan's tongue, slyly grinning as he added, "And welcome to the show!"
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So there you have it! Comment below on who you'd like to see with whom, and that'll determine what I do for the following episodes (chapters). They'll be shorter ones akin to the Tales from the Lower Levels stories, unless, of course, I hit a groove. And alterations are welcome!
I suppose I'll give this a week until getting started. Or until something really jumps out at me. The important thing is we all have fun with it, right?
Happy anniversary to me, and I hope you enjoy! (And P.S., As Edris declared, I'll keep it going as long as there's interest, so make sure to comment if you enjoy it :) )
Choices as demoer: Any (non-damned) character!
Choices to be demoed:
- Female kangaroo, Pony Slave.
- Male rat, Living Canvas.
- Female snake, Double Stocks.
- Male otter, Mobile Urinal.
- Male wolf, Paw Slave.
- Female chicken, Living Coat Rack.
- Male raccoon, Chandelier Urinal Slave.
- Male lion, Kitten slave.
- Female weasel, Milk Cow.
- Male toucan, Dog Toy