Shorts, Le Magnifrique
Again, something quick I've had in my noggin forever, my innuendo muscle needed a stretch and you can probably guess which scene was the inspiration for the rest of this. Go on, guess, I'll wait.
Once a year, our fiends gather, no not for Sam Hain or all hallows eve, but a well lit underground rave festival you see. Where rhythms shake your bones, glow sticks spot the eyes, dozens are branded by new experiences every night. Hundreds of party goers, degenerates, and all around freaks flock to the annual gathering but the main draw is from a nearby campus. College age young'ins looking forward to it as a way to blow off steam right after finals. Most go to lose themselves in a crowd, shedding inhibitions or daily stresses, others... go to perform. To have their names branded in infamy at....
LE MAGNIFRIQUE
"Natalie?" Zap called to a familiar feminine figure wrapped in gray sweats, large Grey and white split husky tail sticking out from hoodie.
"Oh, hey Zap." She turned smiling, catching him off guard.
"What? No get out of my sight you lower than me piece of scum trash, my lungs are insulted by breathing the air you occupy?" Zap shot back, her soft tone quite the out of character move.
"No, and that's just rich daddy's bitch syndrome." His scaly brow reaching for the sky.
"You know that's probably the most down to earth thing I've ever heard from you." They both looked at each other for a moment,
"So what's different tonight?" Zap asked, Natalie's smile widened, she stepped into him, taking both cold, green, claws in hers, leaning in, and kissing his cheek. Nat smelled nice he thought, like a soft off brand of lush peppermint you could get lost in.
"It's a good night." She chirruped the end of her sentence, it was right then Zap noticed her pupils were the size of dimes. Natalie turned and slipped away, off into the crowd, Zap watching her tail poof disappear. The man had to pinch himself, making sure he hadn't been drugged.
Now left there, in a sea of bodies, thoughts drowned out by chest pounding thumps, his whole world rocked. Usually their dynamic was more of an all blacked out and pierced punk rock lizard versus the all mighty hot rich bitch. The two had become known for a legendary back and forth amidst psych one where the attending professor gave up on teaching that period. Nevertheless, tonight's show was about to begin, and Zap needed to find the boys.
"Toby!" Speaking of, our lad spotted one of his pack mates, Toby, a tall nerdy giraffe decked out in blue was easily seen. Mark, the tag along wolf for this evening, and an aforementioned herbivore, turned.
"Mark, Toby, you're not gonna believe who I just saw" The main stage lights kicked on, flickering laser lights dancing each and every way with a voice coming over the speakers,
"Ladies and gentle furs, give it up for tonight's entertainment!" Cheers and wolf whistles erupted, their elated cries begging the curtain to open. Said stage cover drew in twain from its midsection revealing three figures shoulder to shoulder, two larger, masculine looking stallions wrapped in little more than skimpy reins. Black spaghetti straps running the lengths of their necks from the usual mouth crop, artfully lining their matching light brown bodies. Biceps and thighs tied to the waist via bands, genitals tied up just as tight as the rest of them.
Our middle figure, much shorter in comparison, wore nothing but a satin red cloak and masquerade face piece. Not for long, as quickly as they came into view, the cloak dropped drawing an audible gasp and a few calls. Now standing between two strapped up stunning stallions was a femme gray and white bodied husky.
"NATALIE!!!!?!?!?" They all barked, jaws slapping the floor in unison. Sure enough, their lush coated uppity class mate stood on stage buck nude, now stroking two horse cocks to full attention as if she were trying to win a ski race. Once at full mast she snapped two fingers and the leathered up ponies laid down on stage, legs interlocked, cock and bags almost sitting perfectly flush.
Twas at this point heavy industrial German metal fluted by thumping euro beats erupted violently across the PA. Some cheered, some jeered, but even more people were trying to understand just what, THE FUCK, was happening right before their very eyes. Nothing was stopping this train of degeneracy, to them it was art, to them, it, was, a show! Highlighted by a brisk entrance of intense stage lighting, their rude "thock" almost as loud as the music.
Natalie proceeded to run a loop of twine around each swelling flare just under the ridge, tying a snug knot before working down both shafts in a helix fashion. Reaching the balls she crossed through the middle of both bags splitting off a testicle and wrapping around the base, separating before ascending the back of her helix tie. Stallions left bound and throbbing by the dicks to one another, Natalie stepped back admiring her work.
She stepped around and over the both of them, light catching a solid glint revealing her clear poly high heels and anklets. Marching around to the music until her twin cock towers stood before her, waiting to be impacted. Zap stood, shell shocked as he looked to Nat, swearing she looked at him with the biggest smile before turning around, bending forward, tail raised for the crowd, and pushing.
No one could seem to grasp what was going on until after several moments of display, when chunks of brown fibrous shit spread her pretty pink balloon knot. The solid ropes breaking off in shards, cresting right over their heads, smearing as they scraped by to plop in either lap below. Thighs, lower abdominals, laps, no where was safe from the bombardment of Wonka river.
Pushing and pushing, splattering both of them with chocolate cookie dough until nothing fell from her tail. Taking to leaning back and rubbing those fudge rods between the fur of her cheeks, really greasing them gears so to speak. Crowd looking on in silence, one of the rare moments in existence, where if it weren't for the music, you could hear a pin drop.
A fourth member joined the stage under drum roll, an even bigger stallion, most likely a Clydesdale or Shire, walked out in similar strap attire. Black furred body leading into white gloves toward the hands and hooves, masterfully built. Making it easy to pickup Nat whom kicked and squealed as any giddy girl would, they seemed close, their foreheads pressed, her legs ensnaring his waist.
Shuffling forward until her wagging tail rested just over the tied cocks. Our drum roll upped it's pace with the lead in, slowly, the Shire squatted slightly, nudging those heads inward, Natalie gasped as they found their start. Up a tad and back down a bit further, both shit sticks disappearing gradually each repetition. This Hershey act continued until Natalie was seated, belly bulged, thighs glued to her ponies by steaming feces.
Our original suitors sat up to her sides, picking up chunks of fetid mess and smearing the foul peanut butter into Nat's carpet. When the two suitors had finished finger painting, limbs intertwined tightly holding each other, and in one swift motion shifted toward the crowd. Natalie's back landed stage side, mouth agape, eyes toward the people looking for her reward, body covered in a fecalpheliacs dream sauce.
Our fourth addition took to adding his own color to this sour palette, a hot stream of rank urine began coating them all, splattering right between Nat's supple breasts before swinging to either stallion. Most crowd goers in attendance were too lost in disgust or awe to notice a rather girthy blue rope swing down toward the shire. It wasn't until he finished emptying his bladder that he'd give it a yank, secondary background curtain falling.
The reveal wasn't so bad, just a wall of industrial sized fans, which to everyone's horror, turned on. Winds of war kicked up assaulting everyone in attendance with a humming odorous concoction of acrid waste and bone dry urine. Several of the first few rows erupted into panic, attempting to turn and escape but to no avail, instead opting for spilling their guts. Dozens of audible wretches and a slippery addition to the field only spurred a cacophony of dubiously chained events, yolky funk hitting their surrounding ravers and causing a similar fate. Soon over half the show was either slipping or spewing themselves, not a single person there was left unscathed.
Chaos, untethered, runaway mayhem is what Natalie wanted, well, she got her treat. New rules were instated for every year after "vomit fest", it was truly a once in a lifetime spectacle. Nat was never seen or heard from again, rumor had it she was planning on dropping out of college as her attendance was just a ploy by daddy's money anyway. Zap and the other lads went on to live successful lives with happy families, but when gathered they never mentioned that night. Ever. Again.