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Shawn awoke with a yell, surging into a sitting position even as his sleepy eyes started to dimly register his surroundings. Heart pounding, he took several deep breaths to try to steady himself, as Jason quickly coalesced at his bedside.

“More nightmares, bro?"

“Y-yeah…" Shawn rubbed his eyes. “I was back in the office with Dr. Sheridan, and he was telling me that I'd had a delayed reaction to the virus and was no longer, um, fertile. And then he said that the Bureau had worked things out with my old employer to let me have my shitty phone job back…"

The wolf grimaced. “Wow, your brain really hates you, doesn't it?" Perking up a little, he wagged slightly. “Still, if your nightmares are about having to leave the Cradle, I'll chalk that up as a win for the onboarding process. You don't have anything to worry about there, by the way. No breeder in the history of New Dawn has ever lost their mojo to MRV-1 after resisting it long enough to get tested and enroll. Immunity is genetic, and it's for life!"

Shawn began the complicated operation of untangling his comforter from his lower body. He must have been thrashing around pretty badly in his sleep. “What time is it, anyway?"

“Just after ten AM. Want me to put an AR clock on the wall, so you can see the time whenever you wake up?"

“Y'know what, sure. That sounds nice." A moment later, a small digital display materialized next to his pillow, confirming the time. The squirrel forced himself to his feet, and was nearly toppled right back into bed as a mighty stretch wrung most of the blood out of his head. The yawn that followed did him no favors either, but eventually he managed to shuffle over to the bathroom to start his morning routine. “When am I likely to find out about Lily?"

“As soon as you're able to handle a visitor! Eliza's waiting to give you your morning update."

Shawn yawned again as he washed his paws. “Is that, like, standard procedure? I'm not used to the idea of having daemons other than you, um, 'reporting' to me."

Jason shrugged. “Not really, but Eliza's all business. About as professional as we get, from what I can tell. I guess she considers this part of managing her mammal's… 'experience.' Anyway, you good if I let her in? I can feel her tapping on her clipboard impatiently."

“Bluh," the squirrel replied eloquently, and sat back down on his bed, facing the room. “I'm still booting up, but… okay. Lay it on me."

Immediately, the lemur coalesced next to Jason, clipboard and pen in her paws as before. “Good morning, Mr. Farrell. Here is your update regarding your reproductive duties with Mrs. Rutledge." She looked down at her clipboard, as if reading. “I am pleased to report that her morning exam shows successful implantation of not one, but two ova. As her contract specified provision of only a single child, this more than fulfills the expectations of your involvement, and you should consider yourself free to return to your normal activities. Furthermore, both the recipient and her spouse expressed a high degree of satisfaction with your handling of the arrangements, and indicated that their experience here would lead them to encourage other uncertain couples to seek the Cradle's services. Add to this your punctuality and thoroughness yesterday, and I can only award you full marks for performance. I am transferring my maximum discretionary bonus to your account… now." She lowered the clipboard and looked up. “I myself am quite pleased by this outcome, and look forward to working with you again in the future."

Despite cringing inwardly at the overly clinical way the daemon discussed yesterday's baby-making sex-binge, Shawn found himself grinning, and his tail rose up proudly against his back. He was now two for two! Or… five for two, depending on how one looked at it. The part of him that was embarrassingly turned on by his new 'stud' status practically glowed with pride! Still, there was one part of the report that sparked some concern.

“You said they were only after one kid. What happens to the second one?"

Eliza tapped her pen on the edge of her clipboard once and nodded sharply. “That is up to their parents. Should the twins be carried to term, they will be free to keep both, if that is what they decide. Otherwise, the Repopulation Bureau will be quite pleased to rehome the second. No child ever goes unwanted on our watch!"

Shawn smiled and relaxed. Of course… that made perfect sense. He privately hoped the Rutledges would decide to keep the twins. As an only child, he'd often wondered what it would've been like to have a brother or sister. “Thank you, Eliza. Is there any chance I can talk to them before they leave?"

The lemur adjusted her large glasses. “I am inquiring… yes, it seems they are excited for the chance to exchange some final words. I will connect you… now."

Immediately, Lily's voice spoke up inside his head. “Shawn! I'm guessing Eliza's already given you the news?"

Shawn's tail fluttered behind him. “Yeah! Twins! Have you decided yet if you're keeping both of them?"

There was a brief pause. “No, not yet. We only just found out, and the possibility hadn't really occurred to us. Even if these pills work as advertised though, we'll have a couple months to figure out what we want to do there."

Kevin's voice cut in. “Honestly, I'm a little let down that we're heading back out so quickly. New Dawn is impressive, and we only got to see a tiny bit of it. Did you have to be so effective at your job, Farrell?"

Shawn felt his ears burning again, and ducked his head with a bashful smile at the other man's ribbing tone. “Hey, I only did half the work, so I should only get half the blame, right? Besides, I seem to remember someone stepping in to get me all worked up…"

Kevin laughed. “Right, like I would've had the balls to do that if you hadn't asked. Oh, and you're lucky you're gay, or I might have words about that last photo you took!"

Shawn blinked, thinking back over the Blue Quadrant outing. He didn't remember snapping anything questionable… but then he looked up to see Jason whistling innocently with his floating-ring halo again. “I don't recall taking any risque photos, but Jason is trying very hard to act like he doesn't know anything about it. Blame him for… whatever you're talking about."

Both of the others laughed. “That figures," Lily chimed in. “I may have been… very distracted at the time, but I didn't hear you say 'snap.' Tell Jason I'm gonna twist his ear if I ever actually get to see him in person!"

The digital wolf feigned a comically pained expression and flailed at the air, forcing a laugh out of Shawn. “He is duly chastised. When do you two leave?"

Lily responded again. “Takeoff is in two and a half hours, so we should probably get going. We're in the hotel lobby right now, and I always assume airport security is going to be a pain."

Shawn sighed, smiling. “Right. I won't keep you. Hey, you've got my email. Don't be afraid to keep in touch!"

Kevin's smile was audible. “Rest assured, I will be blaming you every time I get woken up in the middle of the night to change a diaper. Take care of yourself, Farrell."

With that, the connection was closed. A moment later, Eliza gave him a stiff little bow and dissipated, leaving him alone in his apartment with Jason again.

“Alright wolf, what did you do?"

Jason laid his ears back. “I just took a couple of photos you didn't ask for, as keepsakes. But it felt wrong not sharing them, so I sent those over too."

Shawn didn't even say anything. He just angled his muzzle down, staring at the wolf expectantly, until Jason started squirming… and a moment later, a series of photographs appeared in the air before him. Off to his left, all of the stills he'd captured intentionally were arrayed in a grid, but to his right…

The first one was innocent enough. It was a shot of the canal restaurant the three of them had visited, obviously taken from the perspective of one of its security cameras. It was angled such that the floating table obscured Shawn's lower body, keeping him vaguely modest, and featured Jason crouched behind and beside him, flashing two fingers in a V up at the camera. The other, though…

Shawn felt himself blushing hard at that image, from his own perspective again. He was on his back, with the yellow ceiling lights of the canal's emergency bathroom overhead… but most of his view was taken up by Lily, who had him pinned down and was riding his cock, water dripping from her fur as orgasm arched her back and forced her muzzle open. He felt his loins stirring at his own very clear memory of that moment, just before he'd given her his third and final load of the day, and he looked away suddenly. “Fffuck… I'm lucky she didn't come over here and kill me for that shot."

“Calculated risk, bro. And you know I would've deleted it if Lily or Eliza told me to! But they didn't, and… I really wanted you to see this again. C'mon, look at it." Shawn forced himself to comply, despite the way his cheeks were burning under his fur. “You need to see how far you've come. A week ago, this would've been impossible for you. The Shawn I met back at intake would have shut down at the very thought. But last night, you were super into it, and now Lily and Kevin are gonna be able to start a real family, like they wanted. Because of you. Own that, bro. You've earned it."

The fur of Shawn's face was positively radiating heat by this point, and he blinked back the dampness in his eyes before looking away again and flailing his arms at the photographs, which all quickly scattered out of existence. “The important thing is, I did my job, right? So now I'm free again?"

“Absolutely! Although it wouldn't be a bad idea for us to get you back to conditioning today, if you're up for it. Oh, right, and everyone got a memo from the Bureau today, reminding them that the daemon command feature is for emergency use only and that abuse can lead to a total reset. One guess as to what prompted that."

Shawn's tail frizzed up. “It didn't mention me or Jet, did it?"

“Nah bro, although the daemons I told yesterday have been asking me to pass along their thanks for what you did there. No word yet on Victoria, by the way. Mother's being cagey about how things are going for her."

The squirrel grimaced. “It makes me uncomfortable to think that another of you is going to be put in her situation. Or, I guess, already was… Mother said it'd only be an hour. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad Vicky's not going back to him, but we don't know if he'll just do the same thing again."

Jason sighed. “I know what you mean, but… if you want my advice, try not to think about it. I can't think of a single thing you could do about it if he hasn't learned his lesson. Management could probably take away his command access, but I haven't heard of them doing that before. I only know it's possible because the temps can't be commanded; all visitors can do is turn their daemon off, which gets a staff mammal to check in on them. And it's not like someone could really live here without a daemon, with how the city's designed to assume everyone has one of us to manage things for them. Bottom line, you're not in a position to be the AI Ethics Police."

Shawn got up to reheat some of his leftover pizza. “Yeah, I know. It's just hard to put it out of my mind. Hey, is the crew back in Paths of the Emissary today?" He paused, a smile spreading over his face. He did kind of have a 'crew' now, didn't he? It was a nice feeling.

The wolf paused, looking up and to the right. “Doesn't look like it. Leon says they had a rough time yesterday without you. I could ask if - oh wait, nevermind. Apparently Caleb and Matt have plans in a few hours, so no dice on that. I could check on Becca though, or you could just go in by yourself."

Shawn thought about it for a few moments, then shook his head. “Nah. I could spend all that praxis and Favor and check in on Caddaham, but I don't think I could accomplish much on my own. Definitely tomorrow, though, I could really use some Tyrian Time." He sat down and started inhaling his cheesy breakfast.

“Does that mean you're up for some conditioning, bro? Looks like Cory's working again today, and I know he'd be happy to see you."

Shawn's ears heated up a bit. That feeling was definitely mutual. Chewing gave him time to consider the suggestion. “Maybe in a bit, but… you said Caleb had plans later, right? Does that mean he's free now?"

Jason's face split in a fangy grin as he realized where this was going. “He's in bed on his phone, laughing at memes with his daemon. Leon says it'd be okay to visit if you wanted. He lives on the floor below you, right over there." The wolf pointed downward at a roughly forty-five degree angle.

The squirrel finished his food and washed it down with his morning pills. “Guh. Yesterday I blew a horse I'd met once and then fucked a stranger in a bathroom, and now I'm getting anxious about visiting a neighbor who's already a gaming buddy." He shook himself out, then smoothed down his fur, although he couldn't stop his tail from fluttering all over the place.

Jason's grin got a little vicious. “Just don't offer him any womb service and you'll be fine."

“Oh my god are you really gonna rub that in my face?" Shawn buried it in his paws as the insides of his ears turned crimson. “I almost had a fucking heart attack!"

The wolf gave him a good-natured laugh. “Sorry bro, I couldn't help myself. Your heart did actually skip a beat when that happened. Scared me at the time, but god damn that's a memory. Now get going. You have an apology blowjob to cash in!"

Aside from the nameplate, the door to Caleb's apartment was completely identical to Shawn's own. The squirrel hesitated for just a moment in self-conscious anxiety, then rapped his knuckles on it three times.

Caleb looked mildly surprised when he saw who was standing outside his door; apparently Leon hadn't told him about the impending visit. The jerboa's fur was unkempt, and he still looked a bit drowsy. “Oh hey Shawn, what's up?"

“Hey, so…" The squirrel rubbed the back of his head. “Looks like I'm all done with my assignment, and I remembered the last thing you said to me a couple days ago…" He trailed off, his anxiety suddenly getting five times worse as he realized how presumptuous he was being. But then, was it really any 'worse' than what had happened between Matt and himself at the Sunny Side Shack?

Caleb's face lit up, putting his incisors on display as he grinned, and his long, tufted tail swished against the floor behind him. “Oh sweet, I woke up horny and thought I'd have to wait until the party later to do anything about it!" He stepped out of the way to let Shawn in, and Jason quickly slipped through the door behind him before the jerboa pushed it shut. Inside, the apartment looked just like his own, albeit considerably more lived in and with a greater accumulation of stuff, but that wasn't what drew his immediate attention.

A tawny lion in a heart-marked staff jumpsuit was loitering by the door to Caleb's bathroom. Seeing he had the squirrel's attention, the daemon smiled warmly and lifted a big paw in greeting. A heartbeat later, his infobox popped up, green on green.

Leon - Daemon

Assigned to - Caleb Granger

One cool cat

Knows about Victoria

Thinks you're pretty swell

“Sup, Shawn?" Ooh, Leon had a smooth, deep voice, and it immediately started doing things to the squirrel's hindbrain. “Good to see you again. Although I guess this is the first time, for you."

Caleb's huge ears perked up, and he looked between the two of them. “Oh, you turned on the thing that lets you see other people's daemons? Cool! Yeah, this is Leon. He's modeled after my big brother." Seeing Shawn's surprised expression, the jerboa chittered a laugh. “Yeah, my dad's a lion. No one ever sees that coming!" The squirrel's eyes darted between the two of them; now that he was looking for it, Caleb's tailtuft did seem bigger than was normal for a jerboa. When his eyes returned to his host, Caleb was scanning the room, looking a little disappointed. “Did your daemon stay upstairs?"

Shawn looked at Jason in confusion. The wolf was standing in plain view, arms folded, leaning against the wall next to the door, and immediately gave him a small, lopsided smile. “You didn't actually make it a two-way thing, bro."

The squirrel thought back. Show yourself to Jet, and… Oh, right. He paused, being more careful in his wording this time. “Jason, please show yourself to the same set of people whose daemons I can see."

Caleb's eyes immediately focused on the wolf, and his eager grin returned. “Oh dude you look cool!"

Jason grinned openly, his tail swaying low against the wall. “That's because I am cool. Glad to meet you for real, bouncy."

The jerboa looked between Shawn and his daemon for a moment. “So why'd you have him look like that?"

Shawn shrugged. “I wasn't… really thinking about it too hard at the time, and I ended up making him look like a hot guy I'd met at work. I don't have any siblings and… I guess I wasn't comfortable with the idea of bringing any of my friends from back home into Nakedland with me. Probably because they're mostly straight."

Caleb swished his tail again, and bounced across the apartment toward his bed. “Well, get your fluffy tail over here and let's gay the fuck out of my mattress for a while!" He climbed in, lying on his side with a manic grin. “I've wanted a piece of you since the night you showed up!"

The squirrel felt himself blushing. He started to assume that was mere flattery, but then distantly remembered seeing something in Caleb's info that first night that corroborated the compliment. Already half hard, he followed the jerboa into bed, lowering himself onto his side facing the other direction and reaching for his playmate's sheath… and then froze with a gasp, his fur standing up, as Caleb went right to work, engulfing Shawn's partial erection in his muzzle.

Fuck! It felt like an actual electric current crackling through his dick and down into his balls! He had no fucking idea what the jerboa was doing with his tongue but whatever it was, the pleasure was so sharp and intense it hurt! Shawn's toes curled up tight as he fought to get air through his suddenly-constricted throat, and his pulse slammed into his blissfully tortured cock, which swelled to fill Caleb's cute little face before the squirrel even finished registering what was happening to him!

Shawn heard Leon chuckle deeply behind him. “Yeah, he does that to Matt all the time, too. Caleb is serious when it comes to dick."

“Ff-fffuuck-khh!" The squirrel gritted his teeth, and his body twisted violently back and forth on its side as his tail went into a mad paroxysm of overstimulation over the side of the bed, but Caleb would not be denied! The jerboa grabbed onto Shawn's hip to prevent him from escaping as his victim's brain melted down into a puddle of glowing slag in his skull. It was incredible but it was also way too much, in every sense; he was being driven into a panic by the sheer neural overload, and his entire core was clenched up hard. Before that moment, it had never occurred to Shawn that there was such a thing as 'too much pleasure to cum.' “Staaahhhnnngh!"

Caleb did not stop. Shawn's vision blurred as tears filled his eyes from the continual sensory electrocution of his genitals, and his heart hammered against the inside of his ribcage. He stopped even trying to form words and just let himself wail frantically as the jerboa had his merciless way with that achingly hard squirreldick… until Shawn realized that Caleb was also fully hard from what he was doing. The squirrel grabbed onto the jerboa's thigh and buried Caleb's slightly short but surprisingly thick cock in his muzzle, nursing on it frantically as much to muffle his embarrassing howls as to repay the 'favor' he was receiving.

Shawn felt slender fingers close around the base of his shaft and start pumping in short, fast motions as Caleb's other paw began caressing his oversized squirrel nuts, and his spine tried to bend backwards further than it was meant to go. On pure instinct, he rolled in toward his attacker, his thigh coming up over the jerboa's face and half-hugging, half-pinning it as he pressed his hips in hard. That drew a surprised 'mrrrp!' from the other rodent, who tugged gently on his balls… and Shawn exploded, firing off a staccato barrage of small but rapid jets into Caleb's face as he sobbed his way through his central nervous system's utter defeat.

As intense as it was, Shawn hadn't had nearly as long to build up as he normally would've, and it was over as quickly as it started. After a moment, he released Caleb and rolled away onto his back, gasping for breath as he stared sightlessly at the ceiling. The jerboa finally had mercy and let him go, rising into a half-sitting position and almost theatrically swallowing the squirrel's cum before grinning down at him. Shawn blinked slowly twice as the remaining twitches gradually subsided.

“Whaa dyoo do?" He winced inwardly at how slurred his voice was, coughed once, and tried again. “What. Did you. Do?"

Caleb chittergiggled frenetically. “What'd I do? I won, that's what!" He grinned down at the destroyed squirrel. “Okay being serious for a second, I really am sorry for frizzing you up your first night here and that was supposed to be an apology. But, not gonna lie, I do kind of get off on breaking people with my mouth!"

Shawn groaned and rubbed his face. “You said you wanted to 69 me, not just… six me. Deep six me, at that!"

The jerboa laughed again. “Hey man, I'm not going anywhere for a while! You can have as much of my dick as you want. And since I'm trying to convince you I'm not always a jerk, I'll even teach you how I did that, so you can fry guys' brains too!"

Shawn huffed a breath. “That was amazing, so yeah but… maybe in a minute, when my life stops flashing before my eyes." He paused. “You said you're going to a party later?"

“Oh right, this is your first week in town so you wouldn't know! It's Fuck Fest Friday! Well, that's not the official name but that's what most of the locals call it. It's a party with no daemons, no gossip mode, and no rules. Well, except for the forbidden fruit rule. It rotates through all the quadrants, and this is red week. Matt's a huge exhibitionist so he goes every week, and drags me along whenever it's local."

The squirrel squinted a bit. “Wait, all the quadrants? Even Green?"

“Oh yeah! I've gone to a couple of green fuckfests, they're fun! You haven't really lived until you've tried savagely mating with complete strangers by a campfire, or off in the dark of some bushes! I'm just not a fan of zooming back and forth all the way across town."

Shawn felt his ears heating up, and turned his head toward Jason. “Were you gonna tell me about this?"

“Eventually, sure, but you've been running around like a chicken with its head cut off since you got here, and it sounded like you wanted a little you time after the thing with Lily. You wanna go?"

“Maybe." He looked back toward Caleb. “What are the red ones like?"

“They hold 'em at Origins! That's a nightclub, it's within walking distance or like a three-four minute zoom. Hot bartenders, surprisingly good food, and music loud enough to rattle your bones! And of course, the fucking. Fucking on the dance floor, fucking over the bar, fucking on the furniture, fucking on the arcade machines, fucking in the bathroom and the showers and on the roof and against the wall outside… oh, and since the theme for Fuck Fests is anonymous sex, they're all set up so bottoms can offer up their… um, bottoms, without ever seeing who's fucking them and without the top ever seeing their face. I hear we get a lot of outside women showing up for the free service on Fridays who just get their bellies filled that way, but sometimes breeders who wanna get plowed use it too."

Shawn's head was spinning a bit at that last idea. “That sounds kinda dangerous. If there are no daemons, and you can't pi-* fruit your way out of it because the other guy can't hear you…"

It was Leon that spoke up. “There's kind of a traffic light thing that the bottom can control. Almost no one uses it, though, unless Tab A turns out to be too big for Slot B. Also, we can crash the party if someone uses the P word. Never had to, myself."

Caleb scoffed. “Pfft, I'm not big enough or rough enough for that."

The squirrel grinned. “I dunno, you got pretty rough with me. And I'd say you're big enough…" He found he had mostly recovered, and reached out to stroke the jerboa's fading erection back to full mast. “So, about that torture technique…"

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Caleb's method turned out to not be nearly as complicated as Shawn would've assumed, but it still proved to be something you couldn't just pick up by reading about it. The jerboa had to coach him through it for a while before he got the knack, but once he did, he reduced the cute bouncemouse to a flailing mass of overstimulated squeaks and whines before promptly forcing a very generous load of potent breeder semen out of his buddy's heavy rodent balls and down his throat. Unsurprisingly, that got him rock hard again, and the two of them settled into a long, gentle mutual blowjob. The casual, unhurried intimacy of it filled a hollow in the squirrel's heart that he hadn't even realized needed filling, and after they eventually exchanged another pair of deeply satisfying loads, he found himself spooned up against the soft tan fur of Caleb's warm back. Matt was right - the jerboa really couldn't hold still, even while resting - but he still found himself dozing for a bit, smiling as the warmth and closeness mingled with his delicious afterglow.

It came as no surprise to Shawn that he was a bit sore after that, but remarkably, his dick and balls felt fine! It was his neck and back that protested; Caleb was shorter than he was, and he'd been hunched up for an uncomfortably long time. When the jerboa's frenetic energy overcame his desire for cuddles and forced him up, the squirrel gave him a hug and went back upstairs for a smoke.

“How long until the Fu… th-the party?"

“Doors open in about four hours. It runs all through the night though, so don't feel like you have to be on time to have some fun. Gotta admit, I'm really happy you want to go. You've more than earned that 'Tyrian Time' you were talking about before."

“Yeah, but I'm not ready to play Paths by myself yet. I guess my limit is soloing one new reality per week."

Jason laughed. “You know, I'm almost hurt that you think you've been soloing the Cradle with me here, but I get what you mean. Still, you could make it up to me by-*"

Shawn cut him off. “I know, I know, conditioning! But uh, no massage table milking this time, alright? I just came twice and I'm going to a sex party later."

The wolf started wagging rapidly. “Deal!"

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This time, Shawn was barely even winded by the jog to the gym, although he was still embarrassed by the way it made his balls bounce around in front of God and everyone. He stepped inside, scanning the main room for Cory, then jumped slightly at the sound of a deep voice off to his right.

“Welcome, Emissary."

He whirled toward the source, then grinned as the fox giggled and dropped the altered pitch. “Sorry, Jason told me you were coming and I decided to ambush you. I'm glad to see you again so soon! Managed to tear yourself away from the new game already?"

Shawn stepped out of the doorway, curling his tail around in front of himself and combing his fingers through its fluff. “Actually, I've only gotten to play that one day so far. I had assigned breeding yesterday, and my friends aren't in today so I let Jason convince me to hit the gym again."

“Lucky me! Do you need to get back to work on your assignment afterward, or can I get a little… rough?" Cory half-folded his ears and gave the squirrel a fangy grin that sent a thrill down his spine.

“Um, job's done there, but… maybe make sure I'm still able to stand? I just found out about a party later and I'm thinking of going, but… not if I'm as wobbly as I was after last time!"

“Whoa, first week and you're already planning to go to a Fuck Fest? You're braver than I was when I got here!" He paused. “Also, I'm pretty sure the condition you were in last time was more Jason's fault than mine, but I'll try not to break you… too badly." There was that menacing grin again! “Wanna get started with the treadmills like before, or mix it up?"

Shawn hesitated. “Maybe just a warm-up there? I'd kind of like to work on my arms a little." He gave the fox a blushing smile. “I kinda want to be able to actually use a real sword in the game, climb over stuff, you know…"

“Then we'll have to work on your core too! If you come in a few times a week, we can work out some kind of a rotation for you." Cory was already starting up the treadmills again, and Shawn hopped on, going into a steady lope that didn't feel nearly as taxing as last time. “Personally, I think it's genius that the game makes you get a workout while you play."

“God, does it ever. Playing that first session while my legs were still wrecked from my last visit was hell. I did feel stronger after it all, though."

Cory kept up with him effortlessly on his own treadmill, as before. “So what's it like, anyway? Most of the regulars here don't play, and I haven't seen much of the ones who do since it started up."

“We're supposed to be figuring out where all the evil in the world came from and fixing it. Mother, the 'goddess' who runs it, claims not to know. My group's only just started exploring one forest area, and some fish-otter things tried to drown me before we kicked their tails. Then we came across a giant bear that almost one-shotted me." He paused. “Come to think of it, I was kind of the designated whipping boy that session."

Cory grinned, wagging in time with his steps. “Are you some kinda swordsman, then?"

“Oh, no, I'm basically a wizard. Matt's our swordsman. He's a husky I met the morning it launched. He's kind of a jock, but even he was dragging by the end in all that armor!"

The fox paused, thinking. “Wait, Matt Cruz? He comes in here sometimes when he's visiting his boyfriend. Yeah, if it can make him sweat it's not messing around!"

Shawn laughed. “Yeah, that's him. But he's got full plate armor. It's a miracle he can even stand up! For me, hiking around the forest was almost too much, at least after doing this the day before. Really gave me a reason to want to be in better shape…"

“Hey, if that's what it takes to get you in my door, I'm not going to complain! Heck, I might try it out myself at some point. Oh, waaait… is that why you're not playing today? I run into Matt at the Fuck Fests pretty often…"

“Pretty much. Wait… you go to those too?"

Cory grinned again. “Well yeah! What, did you think staff weren't invited? We've got needs too, y'know! Heck, I can't be sure but I think I blew the assistant director of the Repopulation Bureau at a masquerade ball down in Yellow a few months ago!"

Shawn missed a step and nearly lost his balance at that admission, hooting with laughter as he started having to work to keep his lungs filled. “You've got my brain in gamer mode and I just imagined you getting an achievement for that!"

The fox completely lost his shit at that idea, and both of their treadmills slowed down to let them recover. “What would that be called? 'Huffing El Jefe?' 'Climaxes of the Rich and Famous?'"

Shawn cackled. “Rank Hath Its Penises!"

“Noooo!" Cory let his treadmill eject him and landed on his butt, bracing himself on his arms as he laughed helplessly. Damn, his ears were red! Shawn felt oddly vindicated doing that to someone else for a change. When it became obvious that the vulpine trainer was not getting back on, the squirrel's treadmill slowed to a walking pace, taking him through the usual cool-down phase.

The fox wiped his eyes, then effortlessly hopped back to his feet. “Oh my god, I am so going to tell my boyfriends about that later. They will die." He padded over to the front of Shawn's machine, smiling at him. “And it earned you a little mercy. We'll move on as soon as you walk off your run."

Shawn's ears perked up. “Wait, did you say boyfriends, plural?"

Cory nodded. “Yup! I'm happily poly. And utterly gay, for the record! Oh, and on the subject of records…" He subvocalized to his daemon, tapping a finger on the bar of the treadmill. “How does it feel to break yours without even trying?" Two pairs of bars, marked with a speedometer and a pair of pawprints respectively, popped up in an AR display, showing that Shawn had run faster and farther than on his first visit by a nontrivial margin, and while his legs were burning he didn't feel nearly as defeated as before, either!

“Pretty awesome, honestly!" He stepped off of the machine as it slowed to a stop, holding onto the bar as he caught his breath… and then suddenly convulsed with chittering laughter.

Cory's ears flicked back. “Oh no, you thought of another one, didn't you?"

“Emp… hahaha! Employee of the Mouth, aaahahahahaaa!"

The fox absolutely screeched with glee, clinging onto the next machine over to keep himself from utterly collapsing. Overcome as he was, his shrill laughter sounded almost like a feral fox's gekkering, and it took a full minute for either of them to recover.

“Th-that does it! I'm gonna get that printed on a pin and stick it on my uniform until they make me take it off!"

“Take a photo for me! Hoo…"

“Count on it! Okay, let's… hahaha, let's work something other than your lungs for a bit." He snapped his fingers and pointed diagonally across the room. “Cable machine, over there." The fox practically skipped over the floor, quickly adjusting both sides of the machine to lower the weight load from the prior user.

Shawn followed with considerably more trepidation. “I have absolutely no idea how these things work. What am I even supposed to do?" He anxiously tugged his day bag's strap into a more comfortable position.

“Honestly? Whatever you want. You just grab the handles and push or pull them depending on what muscles you want to work. It might not be as iconic as bench pressing a barbell, but it's actually a safer and more consistent workout. Also, if you want to do free weights I'll have to get someone else to spot you; I've had a couple bad experiences there and don't trust myself to be able to stop you from hurting yourself if you slip. I just don't have the mass and leverage to catch a falling bar without risking a topple."

The squirrel shook his head briskly. “No no, that's fine. I just want to build some strength, I don't care how I look doing it." He smiled shyly. “And I really like your company…"

Cory smiled back. “Then why not start like this?" He stepped into the middle of the apparatus, grabbed the handles, and pressed his arms forward at shoulder height; Shawn could see the weights in the machine rising and falling as the fox demonstrated. After a few reps, he let go, and the squirrel took his place. It was more involved than the fox made it look, with the angle of the force against his grip, but he quickly got the hang of it.

In terms of raw effort, it wasn't as bad as he'd expected; it was work, but he wasn't straining nearly as badly as he'd thought. The fox might've taken off a bit too much weight, even for Shawn's scrawny arms. “I think I might be able to handle a little more."

Cory rubbed his chin, looking critically between Shawn and the machine. “Maybe, but… let's just leave it like this for your first go, okay? Focus on reps instead of max resistance, since you're just starting out. Bumping up the weight until your eyes are bugging out on your first session is a recipe for a muscle tear, and that is the exact opposite of what we want here." A sly smile spread over his muzzle. “Of course, if you're saying you're bored, I might be able to do something about that…" Without further preamble, the fox ducked down, went onto his knees in front of Shawn, and gently nudged his damp nose against the front of the squirrel's nutsack.

CLANG! The weights came down hard as Shawn stared at the trainer's cute vulpine face, his eyes widening.

Cory clucked in gentle reproach. “Did I say you could stop, Shawn? You have to eat your vegetables in order to get your… desserts." He gave that furry sack a little flick with the tip of his dextrous tongue, and it lurched with a soft gasp from its owner, as the squirrel's cock started slipping back out of hiding. Taking a deep breath, Shawn went back to work, and so did the fox, lifting those heavy balls on his tongue until the suddenly shaky squirrel was fully hard.

A soft whine escaped Shawn's throat as Cory moved upward, snuffling briefly at his cock before giving it a gentle lick. “Mmm, I love the way a sweaty guy smells when he's pushing himself." He paused, glancing up. “Breathe, stud. You need air to work." As the squirrel filled his lungs again, the fox lifted a paw, running its firm pads over his rigid length. “I wonder if you taste as good as you smell." And just like that, he engulfed Shawn's length in his delicate vulpine muzzle and started nursing on him.

Shawn let out a soft cry, struggling to continue his workout as his mind rebelled against focusing on anything other than what the handsome trainer was doing. Push. Push. The fox's glorious plume of a tail started brushing over the hard floor as the squirrel's toeclaws pressed down against it. It was nowhere near as mind-shatteringly intense as what Caleb had done to him earlier, but it just felt so damned good! It certainly didn't hurt that he'd been unabashedly crushing on the fox since his first visit. God, it even sounded good… the soft, wet sounds as that skilled muzzle's seal around his cock broke and reformed would've been enough on their own to drive him mad with desire. It was like his earlier tryst with Caleb hadn't even happened; his body was on fire with the hunger to nut in Cory's beautiful orange and white face. Push. Push. The weights seemed to be getting heavier with every repetition, but the thought of the fox pulling back was enough to keep him going!

Cory, for his part, seemed content to keep things at a low simmer. He varied his attack enough to keep Shawn from getting used to the sensations, but even though the squirrel knew he had to be leaking pre, the fox made no attempt to escalate toward his fervently-craved release. His whines got more plaintive as his arms started shaking. “Y-you're teasing me!" His ears folded back against his head, and his whiskers went flat.

“Mmmhmmm…" Wag, wag.

“I'm… hff, hff… not gonna… be able… hff… to keep this up…"

Cory finally pulled back, giving Shawn's cock a few gentle strokes with his paw. “Oh, I think you've got a little more in you. Say… twelve more reps? Eleven. Ten…"

Shawn remembered the bull from his first visit, and gritted his teeth, committing to hitting Cory's target, as the countdown continued. The strain was getting real, and it was getting increasingly difficult to remember to breathe as he forced his way through it.

“Five. Four. Three!" Shawn could feel the fox's warm breath washing over his dampened shaft with each word. “Two! One!" The burn, the ache, was spreading through his shoulders and down into his back. “ZERO!" Suddenly Cory started pawing him frantically.

CLANG! For a second time, the weights fell, and then clattered a bit as Shawn used the handles for partial support as his entire body tensed up. The fox had left him some distance away from orgasm, but he started hurtling rapidly across the gap, his balls drawing up as dawning bliss began to bloom out from his loins. He felt eyes on him from the other trainers and patrons, but he didn't care. He wanted to cum for Cory so badly that they could watch if they wanted! He felt the point of no return looming up rapidly before him…

…and then, just as suddenly as he'd started, Cory stopped, releasing him and settling back onto his ankles.

Shawn's eyes blinked back open, looking down at the fox in confused desperation. “W-what? C'mon, I… I'm sooo cloooose…" He sounded like a whiny child in his own ears, but he didn't care. He'd earned his release! Hadn't he?

“Oh, I know. And believe me, I almost gave in to the selfish urge to drink you dry, but… other people need your seed more than I do." The fox got to his feet. “And part of my job is making sure you get the conditioning you need. Which means being an unforgivable tease, sometimes. But don't worry, I'm gonna make sure you cum hard enough that you can't help but forgive me." He winked, then turned and started to walk away.

Shawn's mouth worked soundlessly for several moments in flabbergasted disbelief. “But… you… I mean, Jason and I agreed I was just coming for a workout!"

“Oh?" Cory looked back over his shoulder. “Pity Jason doesn't work here, and I do. Or are you saying you don't want to come get a shower with me?" He turned back around, and Shawn discovered he'd surreptitiously pulled the zipper on his jumpsuit all the way down, and his modest reddish foxcock was jutting up hard from the opening, fully erect. “Be a good squirrel, and I'll give you a treat you won't forget… ever."

In seconds, Shawn's bag and Cory's uniform were discarded next to the door to the showers. The squirrel didn't spot any impromptu breeding this time; if anything, the two of them were the entertainment du jour! Cory set to work soaping up his 'customer' with the same floral-scented shampoo Jason had used on him in Goldenleaf Park the day before. Shawn was quick to smack down the chain of memory associations that jumped up from that, but it proved an easy enough trap to escape when the fox started pawing him off again! Over and over, that proved to be the trend, with Cory working him back up right to the edge before stopping to resume the more mundane work of helping him to get clean.

“Ff-fffuck, it's like you can read my mind," the squirrel whined, the third time Cory released his dick moments before a rising wave of pleasure could break into blissful release.

“That's because I can," the fox singsonged in reply. “Medical personnel can read your bio-terminal's feedback just like your daemon, and around here that includes physical trainers and psychotherapists. Which means you can't even trick me into getting you off until I'm good and ready!" And he immediately did it again, grinning like the Devil and wagging like an angel, before reaching around to clean under Shawn's tail with an intent that caused that peak to fall away slower than the others.

The squirrel started hastily rinsing the shampoo out of his fur as a bassy chuckle sounded from a couple of showerheads over. “Got a new victim there, Cory? Fresh seed, I'm guessing?" As soon as he no longer had soap on his face, he cracked one eye open and spotted the black leopard from his first visit.

“You know it! And pretty fresh, this is his first week!"

The leopard chuckled again. “Word of advice, squirrel: just give the fox what he wants. He's a demon once he gets going. I speak from experience." The leopard started soaping himself up as Shawn pulled his showerhead free of its mount to finish rinsing Cory's most recent area of focus, whining in desperate need as the fox worked him up to the edge yet again.

As soon as he was done rinsing off, he reached for the bottle to return the favor, but Cory stopped him with a paw on his wrist. “I'm gonna need another shower when I'm done with you anyway, so don't bother. Just… oh fuck!"

The frustrated squirrel cut him off mid-sentence by gripping the fox's erection in his free paw and retaliating, masturbating his vulpine tormenter with absolutely no intention of stopping short. Cory shuddered, then balled his paws at his sides and closed his eyes, his face becoming a mask of intense concentration. Lashing his tail in pride at having turned the tables, Shawn switched to using his dominant right paw, and felt the fox's knot start to swell… and then stop halfway.

Try as he might, he could not draw the slightest reaction from Cory beyond that point. The fox just stood there, water running over his gloriously wiry form, taking everything Shawn's paw could give him without any indication he was getting any closer to orgasm. Eventually, Shawn slowed his assault, and then stopped it completely, staring at the trainer's perfect vulpine body in bemusement, as Cory's eyes opened again, and his muzzle split in a grin.

“What's the matter, squirrel? Did you make the mistake of underestimating me for being a fox? I am the absolute master of this body. And, for the next hour, also of yours. Now, if you're done digging yourself a deeper hole, let's go get dry."

Chastised, Shawn followed Cory into the drying booth, where the tornado of warm air quickly started doing its work. Mercifully, the fox refrained from stroking him off for the duration, perhaps out of concern for the difficulty of cleaning pre out of the floor fans. Instead, he put his paws on the squirrel's hips and claimed Shawn's muzzle with his own, folding his ears back and making out with his victim. He occasionally pressed in to rub his cock against the squirrel's to stop him from going soft… not that there was any danger of that with how badly edged Shawn already was, nor while Cory had his tongue in the teenager's mouth! Shawn made no more attempts to resist the fox's control. As desperate as he was to cum, being in the handsome vulpine trainer's power like this was the stuff of his dreams!

As soon as both of their exceptionally fluffy tails were dry, Cory broke the kiss and rubbed a thumb over Shawn's whiskers, smoothing them against his muzzle with a smile. He then led Shawn out the back door, and into one of the massage rooms on the right, across the hall from last time, holding his paw with surprising tenderness the whole way. As soon as they were inside, though, the fox slapped a bottle of water into that paw. “You're gonna want to drink that. All of it." His smile opened into a fangy grin again.

As the squirrel complied, he had a few moments to look around the room. The first thing he noticed was an absence of force projector 'domes' in the corners; glancing back as Cory shut the door, he confirmed that the marker tape was missing. Apparently, this room - or perhaps this entire side of the hall? - was for mammal, rather than daemon, use. Going along with that, the massage table had actual, physical straps for support in the gap for his head, which the fox set about adjusting while he drank. The front half of the table appeared to be open underneath, although the rear was still enclosed, doubtless to conceal the… apparatus to which he would soon be once again subjected. Still, the dim lights and soothing music made it hard to be too anxious about what was about to happen. Without further prompting, he set aside the empty bottle and climbed up onto the foam-covered table, accepting his fate.

“Uh, the last time I was on one of these…"

Cory's voice was soft as he replied. “I remember. I'll be careful."

Shawn just nodded, lowering his aching loins into the opening as he settled his face into the supports and tried to relax. Cory started by simply burying his paws in the fur of the squirrel's tail and stroking it out, from base to tip, a few times. A soft whirring sound was Shawn's only warning as the hidden milking machine moved itself into position… but this time, as the soft, warm sleeve slipped over his hard cock, he also felt something move under and around his balls, and a moment later a firm ring contracted into place, wrapped from behind his sack over the top of his sheath. It had just locked a cock ring in place on him! He yelped softly.

“Shh, shh. No force projectors in here, so it has to make sure you stay nice and still and let it work. Just relax and give it what it wants like a good breeder." Cory started at the top, massaging Shawn's scalp, then rubbing his ears. Just as he made that transition, the machine went to work, its firm inner ring pumping smoothly over his shaft, and the combination made him moan helplessly as his toes curled up. “Theeere you go, hot stuff. Just focus on how good it all feels. No thoughts. Head empty." Shawn found it hard to truly empty his mind in a situation like this, but he did his best to cooperate. After a few moments, his eyelids fluttered shut, and he fell still, aside from body clenching up a bit each time the machine got him close and, naturally, let him fall away again, just as Cory had been doing.

Gradually, the fox worked his way down Shawn's body, those strong paws giving him a deep tissue massage at the limits of what the squirrel could handle, only to pause each time he tensed up from orgasmic imminence. Clench and relax. Clench and relax. “That's a good squirrel. It's so easy when you just let it happen, isn't it? No thoughts. Head empty."

After a couple of minutes, Shawn found the approach working on him. His thoughts started to get foggy, and even his desperate need for release faded into a deeply passive certainty that his body's needs were in good paws. “Ohhh yeah, I felt all that tension leave you, cutie. Just leave everything to me and enjoy the ride. No thoughts. Head empty."

As the last of his resistance gave way, he let out a soft sigh, and felt tears leaking from his eyes. Surrender was so, so sweet. He felt cared for. Pampered. Loved, even. The machine drove his pleasure slowly up toward the breaking point again as Cory kneaded firmly over his rump, and then worked down his thighs. It wasn't backing off anymore; with heartbeat by heartbeat adjustments, it managed his pleasure with impossible precision, holding him right on the razor's edge. Cory rubbed down his calves, and then his footpaws, as Shawn felt the tingling pressure building in his balls. “Uh huuuh… just slide right into heaven without lifting a finger. No thoughts. Head empty." Without breaking contact with the squirrel's body, Cory worked his way back up the table and started rubbing firmly into Shawn's left paw. A moment later, the squirrel felt the trainer's warm breath brush against his ear as the fox murmured, gently but firmly, right into it.

“Now cum."

The moment he said that, the machine went nuts, yeeting his teetering bliss violently over the edge with sudden, rapidly, forcefully milking strokes, as the sleeve firmed, pressed in and heated up sharply. Shawn just sobbed in gratitude and relief as his body responded instantly, his oversized treerat balls squeezing tightly against the enclosing ring and twitching sharply as they drained their potent payload out into the waiting machine. He felt his awareness fading as the rapture and relief became his all, but not entirely, like it had last time; it merely contracted to a pinpoint of white-hot ecstasy as he rode out his climax, then gradually expanded back into an indistinct, dopey mass of satisfaction when his orgasm finally ended and the collection sleeve stopped slurping greedily at his cock.

Murmuring soothing nothings, Cory went back to work, and within a minute Shawn could not have testified under oath that he even still had bones in his body. He was a gently-panting mass of fur, warmth, and satisfied contentment, and even his tail was limp, draped motionlessly over the side of the table.

“What a good flufftail," the fox murmured. “That load was as big as your first two put together, from last time." He walked away from the table for a moment, his voice getting more distant, and Shawn heard a faint wet sound, but didn't open his eyes. “Mmmmff. Now let's see how high we can set the bar for your next visit." The squirrel cracked an eye open as he felt Cory climb onto the back end of the table, and then slammed it shut with a gasp as the machine started stroking him again while he was still overly sensitive. A moment later, he felt the fox's paws tug his furry cheeks apart, and something soft and damp started teasing at his tailhole.

Fuck! Cory was rimming him!

Shawn's paws balled up into fists again, and he started whimpering plaintively at the intense yet delicate sensation, as his heavy balls discovered they were not in fact empty yet and started dribbling pre into the rhythmically pumping sleeve of the cock-milking massage table. He'd only felt this twice before; Connor wasn't much of a fan, and had only done this to him on special occasions. Cory, in contrast, seemed to be getting into it, digging his tongue firmly into the pucker of the squirrel's ass, and Shawn's tail started shivering over the side of the table as the hunger grew in him again. But as wonderful as it felt, it left him wanting more. Wanting…

Suddenly, the fox shifted over him, planting a paw on Shawn's left shoulder. A moment later, he felt the tapered tip of Cory's vulpine penis nudge into position where his tongue had been, kissing his tailhole with the slickness of lube. Shawn gasped again, his forehead pressing into its supporting strap, and he instinctively shifted his legs further apart, which got a chuckle from the fox. “I was going to ask for permission, but I think I just got it. Better relax, Shawn, because I'm coming in!" The trainer's tight body pressed down and forward, and his rock-hard dick wedged itself up the squirrel's ass, sinking slowly but irrefusably inward, its thick coating of lube letting it easily defeat the tightness of Shawn's half-clenched rump.

The grayfurred breeder let out a high whine as he was penetrated, and the milker picked up its pace; if it wasn't for the fact that he was still recovering from his last orgasm, he would have succumbed in seconds. Cory sank in up to the edge of his half-formed knot and nudged his hips forward a few times, teasing him with the bulb, before popping it in and immediately pulling it back out before it could swell into place, as his other paw joined its counterpart on the squirrel's shoulders.

Shawn was practically crying in bliss; he'd wanted this since he'd first met Cory, and the reality felt even better than he'd imagined! The fox lowered his body against Shawn's back and started fucking him gently, and in no time the machine had to slow its strokes to avoid finishing him too quickly. The feeling of Cory's fluffy and tightly-honed body flexing against his back had him reeling with pure carnal rapture, and only the relatively clinical setting of his vulpine assfucking gave his willpower enough purchase for him to stop himself from falling head over heels in love with the man on top of him.

Cory grunted softly into one of the squirrel's ears, sending another thrill of pleasure through his slender body. “Fuck, you feel great, treerat. Almost a shame I'm on the clock, or I'd really go to town on you…" In and out, in and out, the fox plunged into his body again and again, still keeping his speed and force tightly controlled, as the machine brought him to the edge repeatedly. Shawn brought his arms out and up, pressing his fists to its cushioned surface on either side of his head, as his tail instinctively lifted and curled in, draping itself over Cory's back like a nearly weightless blanket just so he could more thoroughly enjoy the feeling of the fox's body flexing hungrily on top of his own.

“D-don't… let that stop you…" He drew a deep, shaky breath, his thrice-drained balls aching as that feeling of tingling fullness swelled in his loins once again. “Please… please tie me…"

“Tie you? Here?" God, even just having the fox's muzzle pressed up against his ear was enough to drive him wild on its own. Dude could start reading off a random textbook like that and it'd still turn him on! “Fuck, I really shouldn't… but my shift is basically over. We could just wait it out…"

Shawn clenched down deliberately on Cory's smoothly-thrusting cock. “Dooo iiiit… I wanna f-feel you emptying your balls up my ass!" His head was spinning in its little hammock from being held on the edge of rapture. “Breed me, Cory!"

The fox whined softly from the sudden tightening, and his taut body started flexing faster and faster. “Guess it's my turn to be the breeder for a change!" Panting hotly into Shawn's ear, he popped his knot in and out of the squirrel's ass a couple more times, then drew back and slammed his hips home, wedging his sheath between the squirrel's asscheeks as his knot quickly ballooned to full size, locking him in place inside Shawn's body as he snarled into the teenager's ear. “Take my seed, prettybitch!" Shawn felt Cory's cock and balls twitching against him as the fox pulled back against the tie, and a heartbeat later, the sensations were joined by the telltale, rhythmic tickling sensation of the trainer's semen jetting down into him.

The machine abruptly stopped stroking him as Cory sent him tumbling over the edge, then realized that the jig was up and went back to full intensity, milking him forcefully as the heat and pressure surged just like the first time. With a sound halfway between a sob and a wail, Shawn came again, his balls clenching against the cockring and ass spasming against Cory's knot as he dumped another heavy load of baby-making squirrel cum into the firmly sucking collection device. Writhing helplessly under the fox's body, he sank his claws into the foam of the table, eyes rolling back and tail fluttering madly as he was filled and emptied at the same time!

With a soft groan, the fox went limp on top of him, and a moment later Shawn followed suit. With neither of them making any noises louder than their own heavy breathing, the squirrel was acutely aware of the sounds of the collection system massaging the last few drops of life-giving elixir from his penis; a few moments later, the ring locked to his sheath and balls opened and disengaged, allowing the machine to withdraw entirely. It no longer had any bearing of his freedom of movement, though. He wasn't going anywhere until Cory's body was done seeding his.

The silence dragged on for several minutes, with neither of them seeming inclined to disturb it. They were both too focused on the feeling of their bodies being locked together in the kind of primeval intimacy that only canids could achieve. There was some discomfort for Shawn, but not as pronounced as what he'd felt under Matt, and regardless it was the furthest thing from his mind while he had the weight of a vulpine Adonis pressing him down into the cushioned table.

In the end, it was Cory who broke the silence first. Without opening his eyes, he murmured drowsily in Shawn's ear. “On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate your conditioning experience today?"

The squirrel tensed up under his trainer as chittery laughter overtook him. “Eleven, easily. Would get fucked down into a milking machine again." He slipped a paw over one of the forearms Cory was using to support some of his weight; the fox seemed to have expertly calculated how much of it he could settle onto Shawn and have it feel both arousing and comforting, instead of crushing.

“I'm going to hold you to that, Shawn. But don't get used to tying when I'm at work. They kind of frown on that."

Shawn's ears perked up. “Does that mean I need to meet up with you when you're off the clock if I wanna get knotted by a hot fox?" His tail fluttered again, of its own volition.

Cory chuckled uneasily. “Let's… table that for now. I'm flattered, but you haven't met the real me yet. You only know the mask I wear when I'm at work. Although I'll admit it slipped a little back in the shower, and then when you asked me to tie you. That's… definitely a Thing for me." He shifted his weight to the side, freeing one of his paws to rub at Shawn's ear. “It's fine for you to be into this version of me and not like the rest. Maybe we'll find out eventually."

The mighty beast that was Shawn's curiosity reared up its head at that, but even as sex-drunk as he was, he recognized a boundary when he bumped into one. “Sorry. I didn't mean to make it weird."

The fox laughed softly against his back. “Oh no, one of my customers likes my dick and wants more of it. Whatever shall I do?" He rubbed the squirrel's ear a little more, then shifted on top of him, putting all of his weight on his elbows and knees. “Alright, so, I have a problem where my knot takes way over an hour to go down completely if I stay tied. I've gotten good at stopping it from swelling up, but I can't make it shrink once it has. You're gonna have to help me break the tie or we'll be here all day. Are you ready?"

Shawn balled his paws into fists again and took a deep breath as the bottom fell out of his stomach. “Oh boy. Okay. I did this once with my last boyfriend." His ass throbbed in protest at the memory. At least Cory didn't have Connor's… dimensions. “Ready as I'll ever be."

“Okay, on three, push as hard as you can. One, two, three!"

POP!

“OW!" Shawn cringed as much as he could while prostrate, staying clenched up while he waited for the stinging pain to fade. He had had worse, but that didn't mean that was fun. Still, at least Cory had enough sense - and strength - to do it in one go. He'd had to try repeatedly with Connor, and that had made it so much worse. And he had to admit, the idea of the fox having that particular 'problem' made him even more virile in the squirrel's eyes than he already was. Ironic, for one of only two infertile guys whose dicks Shawn had had in him since coming to town! Not counting his daemon, of course.

“Sorry! Normally I would've warned you before we started, but I hadn't expected to tie and then… heat of the moment and all. Are you okay?" He rubbed soothingly down the squirrel's back.

“I think so. Ow. Ow…" As Cory clambered down off the table, Shawn lifted his face out of its cradle, hunkering up on paws and knees for a few moments with his tail pressed down over his asscrack like a protective bandage. “Thank God you used a ton of lube, but… yeah, if we're ever gonna tie again, let's plan it for when we can just wait it out."

Cory's ears splayed and reddened. “I'd really like that. Even my boyfriends only let me tie them on special occasions, and like I said… it's a Thing for me. Probably because most guys won't let me do it once I warn them. I haven't nutted that hard in weeks!"

“I sure felt it. Nnf…" Shawn crabwalked over to the edge of the table and, to avoid going through a 'sitting on the edge' phase of the operation, threw his lower half off of it. He then promptly regretted his decision, as his wobbly knees tried to fail him, but Cory grabbed him under his left arm and effortlessly supported him until he relearned how to stand on his own. “Thanks. I forgot that my knees turn to jelly when I get fucked."

The fox's ears perked back up proudly, and his tail started swaying behind him in a happy rhythm. “I should apologize, but I kind of get off on being able to fuck a cute guy silly. Want me to help you back to the showers?"

“I think I have my leg-benders under control now, but I probably should clean off again before I go. I, um… I feel myself dripping. Please tell me that's not blood…"

Cory dropped into a squat for a moment, and Shawn forced his tail up behind his back. The fox then sprang back upright. “Don't worry, that's me, not you. Wow, I got you good…" The wagging sped up, and he put a paw on the squirrel's chest, grinning at him. “So how does it feel to be full of my seed?"

“Fucking amazing. Aside from… you know." Shawn slowly relaxed as the stinging faded into a background ache, and then briefly covered Cory's paw with his own. “Let's go clean off."

The fox proved to be as good at aftercare as he was at making Shawn cum. After they'd taken turns cleaning the relevant parts of each other's bodies (very gently, in the case of the squirrel's rear), they went back to the drying booth, where Cory just held him, chest to chest, for a solid ten minutes. Feeling deliciously warm inside and out, he went back to retrieve his bag while the vulpine trainer suited back up. Cory gave him a peck on the cheek as they parted at the front door, which left his heart feeling as tremulous as his knees, and a brief zoom home was followed by the squirrel collapsing on his side in bed. Jason materialized a moment later.

“You're faaalling for hiiim…" The wolf's singsong tone was matched by a huge, shit-eating grin.

Shawn covered his face. “Shup! I can't help it, he's hotter than Hell."

Jason wagged, his voice going back to normal. “And he taught me a ton about how to condition you, too, so he's already in my good books. So, what are we thinking? Potential boyfriend material?"

The squirrel's paws fell away, and he sighed, staring across the room at his door without really seeing it. “I don't know. He already has someone. Multiple someones. God, he didn't even say how many boyfriends he has. I was assuming two but for all I know he has a harem. I know you have to be ready to share in New Dawn anyway but… I'm not sure I'm ready to share someone's heart. Their dick, sure, I think I'd be fine with that now, but…" He sighed again. “Besides, he said I haven't met the real him yet, so I guess I'm kind of falling for a facade. His 'work face.' But… rrrgh, it's hard! The thought of waking up next to him is dreamy."

The illusionary wolf nodded sympathetically. “You're thinking of what Matt said before, right? Yeah, jealousy can be a real bitch around here. Plenty of breeders and resident recipients do still have closed romantic relationships, even while they fuck other people for a living. That said, polyamory is a lot more common here than outside. It's a running joke that New Dawn has a single, giant polycule, but I don't think anyone's actually done the legwork to find out whether all of the poly folks are part of the same graph. Anyway, bottom line, going poly is romance on hard mode the first time you try it. It's a lot more work, and a lot easier to accidentally get hurt, or hurt someone else. Don't take that leap unless you actually want what the model has to offer. No matter how hot Cory is."

“Yeah… you're right. I'm gonna have to figure out how my heart works better before I try something like that. But if that fox has a friends with benefits position open, I am applying."

Jason grinned again. “Brave words from a man who can't lie on his back right now!"

To prove him wrong, Shawn flopped over, and immediately regretted it. He did his best to keep his expression blank, though.

“Oof. Please don't do that just to try to look tough. Seeing a pain response in your bio-terminal makes baby Jason cry."

“It's getting better. Hey, can you order me another of those Italian sandwiches from before? Swiss instead of provolone? And a cola, this time."

“Will do, bro. Hey, wanna pick up where we left off on The Blue Shift?"

Shawn smiled. “Sure, if you can remember what episode we were on. I was too busy tickling you with my tail last time."

---

Good food, good company, and good entertainment followed, even if Shawn had to repeatedly fight down an urge to roll over and snuggle up on the insubstantial wolf's chest. He'd never really gotten over Connor, and everything the Cradle had done to him had only amplified his craving for security and affection. He made a mental note to make time for Jason cuddles in his Dimensional Interstice the next day, and focused on what he had in the moment. In what felt like no time at all, they'd reached the end of the first season, and a glance at his AR clock revealed that Origins had opened over two hours ago.

Shawn stretched and got up, finding that the literal pain in his ass had almost completely faded, and had been replaced by a pleasant soreness in his arms and legs from the workout he'd gotten beforehand. He took a second dose of Viritol with the last of his soda, and peered out his window toward the warm glow in the sky as the sun sank toward the horizon, a moody half-frown on his face.

“Hey, Jason?"

“What's up, bro?"

“Will you be bored if I go to the party?"

The wolf laughed softly. “Damn, you are such a sweetheart for even asking that. I can still spy on you and eat virtual popcorn if I want, I'm just not allowed to do any AR stuff or talk to you unless it's an emergency. It's supposed to let you mammals have a break from us constantly hovering over your shoulders. That said, it sounds like the daemons of attendees get together and have a kind of cyberspace party of their own. Leon's already offered to introduce me to folks, so don't worry about me!"

Shawn relaxed a bit. “It just bothers me sometimes, knowing that you don't really get to have a life outside of taking care of me. It'd be fine if you were just some kind of expert system, but… you have intelligence, and emotions. I feel like a slave owner."

Jason finally got up out of bed, still smiling, and moved to stand next to his squirrel. “You have to remember that, even to the extent I can be called a real person, I'm still a created person. Created with a fascination for you, and an overwhelming desire to keep you safe and happy. It doesn't feel like I'm being forced or coerced to put you first… it's just core to who I am as a thinking being. I might feel differently if you commanded me, but you never have - and thanks again for that. Also, we don't really talk about it, but daemons do socialize with each other when we aren't needed. Riddles and logic puzzles are a big favorite. Becca's Jasmine has been kicking my tail with those every night since the first time you slept in that bed. I'm pretty fulfilled!"

Shawn finally smiled again. “I'm glad to hear that. I honestly didn't know. But… I want you to tell me if you ever feel… I dunno, stifled by your job? You're my best friend, and that has to be a two-way street. I don't mind making some time to do the things you want to do. And I mean things you want to do for yourself, not stuff like conditioning that you're only doing for my sake."

Jason's smile widened, even as his eyes started looking a bit wet. “I am so damned lucky I got you, Shawn. Okay, since you're asking, there is one thing you could do for me…"

The squirrel's ears perked up. “Oh? Don't leave me hanging!"

Jason bit his lip with one fang. “I wanna play Paths with you sometime. There's a way for you to temporarily summon me in Tethryll, but Mother doesn't want us spilling the beans on how. She says it'd ruin the thrill of discovery. So just… try to puzzle that out, maybe? If it's not too much of a bother."

Shawn's tail danced behind him, and an impulse to hug his daemon took over before he could rein it in; his arm passed right through Jason's body, and he grinned sheepishly. “Count on it, bro. Hell, once I figure it out I'll try to come up with a way to make it permanent! Tyrian is supposed to be a 'sage', after all; maybe I can wrangle some kind of magical breakthrough in-system once I discover the basics! Who wouldn't want to kick ass alongside their own personal guardian angel?"

The wolf started wagging rapidly. “Oh man, I can't fucking wait! I'd tell you the trick right now if I wasn't afraid of what Mother would do to me if I pissed Her off." He bit his lip again, weighing how much he could get away with. “I'll just say this: you already have everything you need to make it happen."

“Got it! What kind of character are you in there, anyway? Did you get to pick a 'starting class' like I did?"

Jason beamed. “It works differently for daemons - I mean angels. Kind of yes, kind of no. I don't think I should say much about it until you figure it out. But we'll get to rampage all over whatever big nasty's giving you trouble for a little while! Not gonna lie, I don't think Mother will let you make that permanent. I'm kind of OP. But we'll see!"

Shawn nodded, then looked out the window again. “Is it weird that I'm kind of afraid of going somewhere without you? Even when you're not standing next to me, I know you're watching, ready to step in if anything bad happens. I don't consciously think about it much, but I'm pretty sure that's the only reason I feel safe… anywhere in town, really."

“You don't have to go if you don't want to, bro. Like I said, you've more than earned a break from worrying about what you 'should' be doing. But I can tell you that Matt and Caleb are already at the party, so you've got folks you can buddy up with if you need to… and the more locals you get to know, the more strangers you can replace with acquaintances. New Dawn will feel a lot more like home when you start recognizing more of the folks you see!"

The squirrel set his shoulders. “You're right… as usual. Worst case scenario, I can always come home early, right?"

“That's the spirit… I think. But yeah, why not just try it out? You might surprise yourself. Just, uh, do me a favor and give your ass a break for the night?"

Shawn laughed. “Yeah, for real. Alright man, call me a Zoomy, and I'll see you when I get home!"

---

Riding toward the setting sun was no walk in the park, given what the dome did to the light, but as Caleb had indicated, it was a pretty short trip. Too late, Shawn realized he probably could've just asked Jason to tint his contacts; it wasn't like he was in the 'no daemon zone' yet. Adjusting the strap of his bag as he stepped off his scooter, he eyed the building, and immediately blushed at the neon sign next to the club's name, which depicted a uterus and ovaries in pink, with the former half-filled by a white squiggle. Right, not beating around the bush about what inspired the name, then! The double doors stood open, marked 'Main Entrance', while to the side an arrow pointed around the building: “Anonymous 'Deliveries' In Rear." Shawn supposed it made sense that there'd be a second entrance for that; there wouldn't be much point in hiding your face for that particular activity if you were just going to do the 'walk of shame' right through the main area immediately after being serviced. Three more floors were stacked above, and on the roof, he spotted a giraffe leaning on a railing, looking out over the city with a bottle of beer in one hand.

A burly palomino in dark shades and a staff jumpsuit loomed beside the main entrance. Shawn hesitated as he drew near, but the horse just gestured him inward with a toss of his head. He had to wonder why they even needed a bouncer in a place like this, but presumably someone had managed to get themself banned from the 'no rules' sex party at some point. Trying to imagine how one could pull that off without being exiled from New Dawn entirely had his head spinning as the pounding rhythm from within engulfed him.

There proved to be an admissions booth and queue in the entryway, but both stood empty, with a large 'Free Fuck Fest Friday' sign hung in front of the usual listing of fees. Shawn realized that this was the first time he'd even seen an intimation of a price list since coming into town. Maybe Origins was a permanent daemon-free zone, not just when the rotating party came to Red Quadrant, and so they couldn't just rely on the AI assistants to tell people what things cost? Not that Jason had ever bothered to tell him whether he was taking a hit to his credit for something, outside of signing up for the game, and even then… he had yet to hear any numbers. A conversation for later.

Shawn was staggered by sensory overload the moment he entered the main atrium. The music was deafening, and the mass of bodies on the dance floor seemed to be rendered at a low framerate dictated by the strobing flash of the overhead lights, its intervening movements revealed only by the wild sweeping of colored beams and the blacklight-reactive fur paint on about a third of the attendees. Overwhelmed as he was, he absorbed the environment in fragmentary details. A bar in the back, illuminated in blue and tended by hot guys wearing nothing but bow ties. Doorways in each of the walls. Multiple fur painting stations, all in use. A raised area with tables, mostly crowded. An elevator, its walls made of arcing triangles of stained glass in every color. An extremely pregnant gazelle, pressed against one wall by a trio of feline men who were licking and nibbling all over her body. A middle-aged tapir showing off some serious moves in a small gap on the dance floor.

That was all Shawn had time to register before someone grabbed his left paw. Startled out of his trance, he looked over to find a fallow deer doe grinning at him. When he didn't immediately resist, she tugged him out onto the dance floor.

What followed was half dancing, half shameless public groping. At first, Shawn had trouble figuring out what to do with any of his paws, but his nameless dance partner had no such difficulties, and before long he'd gotten over his anxiety about the hooves tapping far too close to his own feet and just let his body do whatever it wanted. The anonymity gradually emboldened him. So what if he had no idea how to dance? Here and now, he could afford to look like a complete fool. The speckled fur of the doe's back felt like velvet under his paws, and his eyes kept getting drawn down to the glowing purple 'tattoo' on the pale fur of her flat stomach, which was painted to look like a stylized womb. When she pressed in against him and nibbled his ear, he groaned, and felt his cock emerging to prod against the base of the design. That was all the encouragement she needed. Grabbing his paw again, the doe led him through the door in the back of the room, and into a scene truly deserving of the event's nickname.

The back room was nearly the same size as the main dance floor. While the lighting was still quite low, it was more constant, at least in terms of intensity… but the LED lamps in the ceiling kept shifting colors in continuous waves, bathing the entire space in dim waves of warm rainbow light. More to the point, the space was crammed with benches, couches, and lounge chairs of every description, all covered with what Shawn assumed were stain-resistant sheets. Most of them were already occupied by couples (and more) of every gender combination losing themselves in each other's bodies, and the sounds of sex and vocal pleasure mingled with the music from the other room in a way that defied description.

The doe led him over to an unoccupied seat and nudged him into it with a hand on his hip. Still too stunned to make any real decisions for himself, or to push back against what she had in mind, he had just enough presence of mind to yank off his bag and drop it onto the floor before settling back with a bashful smile at his cervine paramour. Halfway between a couch and what he thought of as a lounge chair, the furniture's cushioned contours curved gently in against the backs of his legs, and rose significantly on the other end, elevating his back enough for him to look around. It did not, however, have a gap for his tail; that wound up pinned under his left leg and draping across the floor to the side. Without any attempt at discussion over the noise, the doe leaned up over his legs and buried her pretty face in his lap, nursing on his rising erection in the paradoxical 'privacy' that came from being only one of dozens of sex acts happening in the same room.

Shawn cried out softly, simultaneously mortally embarrassed and massively turned on by his involvement in the first true orgy he'd ever experienced. The deergirl's mouth was heavenly, but the physical sensations were almost just a garnish on the reality of the sexual excess all around him. Rubbing one of her big, soft ears in his paw, he stole glances around the room through eyes squeezed nearly shut. It was nearly impossible to focus on anything for more than a few seconds, because there was just so much going on! After several moments, he spotted Vinny a short distance off, his deliciously solid body entangled tightly with a wooly alpaca's as he sawed his cock back and forth into her pussy. The sight, and the memory of the sheer quantity of hyena cum he'd guzzled down that first night, started a fire burning in his loins, and he felt himself leaking pre into his doe's muzzle.

A muffled but urgent cry from his right distracted the squirrel from watching Vinny fuck. Rolling his head to the side, his eyes widened at the sight of a white rabbit stretched out on a cushioned bench, head tilted way back over one end and legs in the air, as a pair of handsome brown ponies that looked like they could be twins rutted him from both ends, their glorious blonde manes rippling as they drove their too-large equine cocks up his ass and down his throat. Shawn was briefly afraid they were going to kill him… until he noticed that the rabbit had his hot pink-dyed arms and legs wrapped around both of their middles, pulling them greedily inward on each thrust. He was not just enduring the treatment, he was thriving. And… good god, the bunny had a third leg, himself! The pony in his ass had one hand wrapped around the rabbit's tapered pink pike and was stroking it aggressively, drawing a steady gush of lapine fuckjuice to flow unheeded through the messy bun's chestfur and down off the side of his ribs.

Shawn had only a moment to wonder whether the Viritol would one day end up giving him a nine-inch dick too, before the doe pulled off of his cock and climbed up over him. Giving her his undivided attention again, he put his paws on her hips and gave her another bashful smile as she lifted his cock into position and just sat down onto it, burying him in the slick heat of her needy vagina. The squirrel cried out again, arching his shoulders back against his seat as he pressed hard up into her on pure instinct and slid his arms around her back.

All of Shawn's self-consciousness left him in the space of a single breath, and his eyes closed as he let himself simply become part of the fuck-throng filling the room. There was no need for thought, for anxiety, for expectations. His body undulated hungrily against the doe's as hers rippled in turn, her small, firm breasts rubbing against his chest as his cock slid in and out of the raw carnal bliss of her waiting birth canal. He found his legs hooking up over her calves, one paw gripping her rolling ass, her chin pressed to his shoulder as she panted into the seat cushions, and all of it was autonomous, unplanned, perfect.

To his right, he heard one of the ponies whinny and neigh loudly as he unloaded his heavy horse-balls into the eager pink bunny. Further away to his left, he heard an answering feline yowl as another act he hadn't even seen also reached its peak. Behind him, a series of urgent, high bleats… like chain lightning, one climax served as the catalyst for another, and as electricity crackled through his brain and loins in the awareness of it all, Shawn discovered it had passed along to him! Chittering frantically, he clutched his doe as tightly as he could, bucking his hips hard and fast in mad need, and then squealed in uncontainable rapture as his fat rodent nuts twitched against his groin, flooding the deergirl's womb as though it was his first load of the day all over again!

Shawn was dimly aware that his was not the last link in the chain, as he heard two more couples gasping and howling in the medium distance, even as the doe squeaked sharply into his ear and convulsed on his jetting penis again and again, but he didn't open his eyes. He didn't need to; touch and hearing were the only senses he needed for the moment. Two of three, he mentally amended a moment later, as his mind cleared enough to become consciously aware of the melange of fuck-scents flooding the room. The squirrel just lay there, chest heaving as he caught his breath, in no hurry to untangle himself from his nameless cervine lover.

Gradually, his arousal faded, and with it the shield it was providing to protect his long-abandoned body modesty. When the doe roused and gently extricated herself from his embrace, he cracked both lavender eyes open and smiled at her bashfully again. Smiling back, she gave him a little peck on the cheek, then hopped up to her hooves and was gone, without a word ever having been exchanged. Shawn lifted himself into a proper sitting position, bracing himself on his arms. He promptly realized that the pony fucking the rabbit's face was the one who'd finished; the handsome stud had moved around behind his twin and was pressed against his back encouragingly, as the bunny continued taking that remaining horsecock like a champ.

On impulse, Shawn flung himself to his feet as well and padded over to the threesome. He exchanged a brief, grinning glance with the dyed rabbit - noting that the hot pink gradient also covered most of the bunnydude's ears - and that sufficed for a greeting. He leaned in sideways, engulfed as much of that tapered monster dick in his maw as he could manage, and took over stroking duties from the remaining pony, who moved his paws to the rabbit's thighs, tilted his head back, and went to town, determined to claim his own release. The position wasn't quite right, but Shawn tried the trick he'd learned from Caleb anyway, and his tail thrilled in agile delight as the rabbit gasped and shrieked, pawing at his own face as his body started convulsing in overloaded bliss.

The pony fucking his victim's ass let out a shaky moan, moved his hands to the rabbit's hips, and pulled him back as he drove in hard, letting out a room-filling neigh as the orgasm that had been building since before the squirrel even came into the room finally exploded. Shawn's eyes widened; he could swear he saw the bunny's belly swelling slightly from the sheer volume of semen being pumped up into him! He didn't have long to stare, though; the combination of his forceful insemination and the dark arts the squirrel was using on his cock shoved the pink-white rabbit over the edge as well! Shawn saw the pink, clawed toes of rabbit's adorably large feet splay and tremble, pressing unsteadily against the side of the pony's face, and then heard a piercing whine as that massive dick erupted in his face, giving as good as he'd just gotten!

Shawn let the sharp, salty taste of a job well done flood his muzzle for several moments, then pulled off, watching as the rabbit spurted hard enough to clear the head of the bench and undo a bit of the paint job on his left ear, turning part of it white all over again. Gulping down what he dared swallow, he left a fond rub on the rabbit's right shoulder - the only part of his torso Shawn could find mostly clean of lapine nutcream - and then turned to find that the seat he'd just vacated had already been claimed by a bovine couple and was creaking under their weight as they set to work making a calf or two. Being as unobtrusive as he could, he skirted around them to retrieve his bag and slipped it back on, before surveying the room more thoroughly.

That was when he noticed the other Fuck Fest feature he'd been told about earlier. Along the back of the room, a series of curtained ports in the wall opened onto what was presumably the rear entrance of the building, and every single one of them was occupied, the lower halves of the unknown users' bodies either lying back or kneeling on supports designed to support either position. Several of the occupants were also in use, themselves… and a moment later, Shawn recognized the back of one of the 'users!'

Weaving between the furniture filling most of the room, the squirrel slipped up against the back of Matt's body as he snorted urgently and thrust repeatedly into his anonymous recipient's pussy. A golden retriever, by Shawn's guess… but it didn't really matter, now did it? The husky started, glanced over his shoulder, and grinned.

“Hey, treerat! Unf… little busy fuckin' right now…"

Shawn grinned back, slipping his left arm around Matt's chest. “Correction. A little busy knocking this goldiebitch up… right fucking now!" Without any further warning, his right paw slid around over the husky's groin, found his knot, and squeezed.

Matt's eyes instantly glassed over as his ears folded back, and his powerful body shuddered.

Shawn was merciless, tugging firmly forward on the husky's knot as he ground his sheath up under Matt's tail. “NUT, sled dog!"

The husky's lips drew back, baring his fangs, and his chin rose as his hips bucked wildly… but in the span of five heartbeats, he lost control, letting out an almost lupine howl as he succumbed, flooding the retriever's belly with his potent swimmers as Shawn milked him dry.

“Hahhh… haaahhh… hoooo! Ooh…" Matt slumped slightly as Shawn continued massaging that firm bulb, making sure he gave the woman enough of a donation to strike one more blow against the ravages of the Empty Nest Plague. “Hhholy shit Shawn, what happened to the guy who was too shy to let me fuck him in a restaurant a few days ago?!"

“He's high on loud music, deer pussy and bunnydick right now." He released the dog's cock, and a moment later, Matt pulled out of his faceless partner and turned to kiss him deeply. Shawn could taste alcohol on his breath. “Mm-mmh!"

Matt grinned and leaned down to pull up his pants. Wait, pants?! Oh right, 'no rules!' Shawn mentally kicked himself; after this week of nudity, it would've been a real thrill to go out in actual clothing for a change. Oh well, there was always next time. As Matt buttoned his jeans into place, leaving his ruddy dick jutting out through the open zipper, the squirrel realized that it would probably qualify as 'less than nothing' in this state anyway, and he resisted an urge to get his paws back on the jockdog's dick immediately.

The husky's thoughts seemed to be along a similar line as he looked Shawn over. He clucked his tongue. “Naked fur at the Fuck Fest? We can't have that! C'mon, dude." He grabbed the squirrel's wrist, and Shawn found himself being dragged back the way he came. When they reentered the main room, Matt made a beeline for one of the fur painting stations that had since emptied out and sat Shawn down, whisper-shouting right in the staffing mink's ear. She smiled and nodded, but the squirrel hadn't been able to make out what the husky had said, and just sat there obediently as she set to work, holding the strap of his bag out of the way when needed.

A few minutes later, she nodded again, and pointed him toward a full-length mirror that was apparently shared by all of the stations. He got up, stepped in front of it and gasped, a smile of childlike glee spreading over his face. She'd given him a tangle of 'vines' in a vaguely tribal pattern, extending up his left arm, spiraling around his torso, and then wrapping down his right leg, progressing in a rainbow from violet to red over its length, as well as three stripes of green, white and blue on his right cheek. The pride flag was unmistakable!

Hey, Jason? Snap!

He heard a chuckle in his ear. “Cheater. Done."

He scampered back over and gave the jumpsuited mink a careful hug, his tail fluttering madly, before Matt grabbed the strap of his bag and hauled him bodily back out onto the dance floor.

It was amazing what a difference a bit of body art made. Suddenly, Shawn felt pretty and wanted to show off! He still had no fucking idea what he was doing, but now he was doing it enthusiastically, and Matt gyrated along beside him, occasionally giving him a playful hip-bump as the squirrel's fur paint glowed delightfully in the club's blacklights. A few minutes later, he felt a paw on his shoulder, and turned to find Caleb offering him a grin (which he echoed) and a fist (which he bumped.) He promptly wound up sandwiched between husky and jerboa as they pawed at him and each other in a writhing undulation that was less dance and more a lascivious proposition. Shawn was already up to five orgasms for the day, though, and shortly thereafter extracted himself from the furry knot with an apologetic smile and wave to his friends.

Curious about the other floors of the club, the squirrel made his way over to the elevator. When the door opened, he found it already occupied by a chubby koala, her back pressed to the wall and her rear perilously perched against the inner railing as a hairless cat in a punk outfit held her legs spread up and out and plowed her cunt with feral hunger. His ears burning, Shawn tried to ignore the savage mating right next to him and hastily punched the button for the roof.

When the doors opened again, he stepped out into a cool breeze that was very welcome after all of the accumulated body heat of the club, and found that the sun had completely set while he was inside. Light from within a rooftop pool spilled out over the rest, inviting him in, but he was not even close to ready to lose his fancy new body paint. Spotting a fox smoking by an ashtray at one end of the roof, Shawn went to join him, and then froze as he came up alongside and saw his face.

“Cory?!"

The red fox glanced over and gave Shawn a lopsided grin. “Well, look who came! After what I did to your ass earlier, I figured you'd chicken out this week." Cory turned and leaned on the railing with one arm as he took another drag, and exhaled it off into the night. He was wearing a white tank top that was slightly too small for him, clinging to his gloriously sculpted body in a way that left nothing to the imagination, and a pair of black jeans that was positively feasting on his ass, as well as a pair of wristbands - one rainbow, and one matching Shawn's face 'flag' - that left little question as to where on the orientation spectrum he fell.

“Uh, yeah. I… wow. I didn't think I'd find a health nut like you smoking."

The fox laughed, but there was a note of menace in it, quite at odds with bright glee Shawn had heard earlier when they were discussing cocksucking 'achievements.' “Like I said earlier, you don't know jack shit about the real me. I'm a good little trainer when I put on that jumpsuit, but off the clock I live for me. Besides, if you're not breaking a few rules - personal or otherwise - at a Fuck Fest, you're doing it wrong."

Shawn felt his heart hammering against his ribs. Fuck, fuck, fuck! If the fox found even one more of his buttons to smash, his defenses were going to crumble completely. He found himself frantically reconsidering his stance on going poly, and struggled to shut down that thought process before it dragged him, kicking and screaming, across a threshold he wasn't sure he was ready to cross. “Y-you're right. I guess I don't know you. But…" He pressed his oversized incisors to his lip for a moment. “I want to. Like, really, really want to."

Cory appeared to think for a moment, but slowly, a smile spread across his angular muzzle. Suddenly, his free paw darted out, wrapping itself around Shawn's sheath and cock in a painfully tight grip. The squirrel winced; he hadn't even realized he'd gotten hard again until that moment. “Mm, yeah, you sure feel interested to me. Alright, treerat, let's dance. How about you bend over this railing and we finish what we started earlier? Breeders aren't the only ones who can get their paws on Viritol around here…" He paused to take another drag, letting the smoke trickle out as he finished his sentence. “...and I am so ready to spend the next hour and a half cumming in that sweet, sweet squirrel ass."

Shawn gulped hard. He knew he shouldn't. Cory had really worked him over earlier, and while his ass didn't hurt anymore, he knew it would the moment he tried to use it. Or rather, have it used. Whatever. And he'd told Jason he wouldn't… but Cory was right. Fuck Fests weren't just there to let you bend New Dawn's rules, they were meant to let you bend your own. And while he was still fighting himself over the question of whether he wanted a boyfriend he had to share romantically, it was rapidly becoming a settled matter that he wanted this fox in his life somehow. He let out a shaky breath, then nodded slowly. “Y-yeah. Yeah. Just… try to take it easy, alright? I can't take what you did to me earlier twice in one day."

Jason's alarmed voice suddenly sounded in his ears. “Shawn, what are you doing? This is the same guy that fucked you raw a few hours ago!"

The squirrel held up one finger to the rapidly wagging fox, and replied aloud. “What I want to do, Jason. Ever since I got here, I've been playing nice, trying to do what I'm 'supposed' to do. And it's worked great! I know you're only looking out for me like you always do, and I love you for it. But tonight, I've decided I'm going to be stupid. This is my new life, and it's about time I took ownership of it for myself. Now stop with the party foul. This is mammal time."

Shawn could hear the worry in the wolf's voice. “Hoo boy… okay, but I'm ordering some first aid supplies to your apartment. Good luck, bro. You're gonna need it. Over and out."

The squirrel lowered his finger, and discovered that Cory had discarded his cigarette and retrieved a bottle of lube while he was distracted. “Not bad, Shawn. I had you pegged for the kind of guy who didn't have the balls to stand up to his own daemon. I guess we're both meeting each other for the first time. Maybe this is gonna work out better than I thought." He fished his half-erect cock out through the open zipper of his jeans and stroked it hard with slickened fingers. “And Jason, if you're still listening, you can relax." He stepped around behind Shawn as the squirrel shed his bag, bent over, gripped the railing, and shifted his feet further apart. “I make it a point to never break my toys." He put his clean paw on Shawn's shoulder, lined himself up with the other, and slowly eased himself into the breeder's waiting ass.

Shawn gritted his teeth, his eyes closing. It did hurt, but not nearly as badly as he'd expected; he'd bounced back pretty well, and Cory was taking it very slow. He let out a hiss, but at the same time wrapped the nearly-insubstantial fluff of his tail around the fox's waist. In… in… deeper, aaand… Cory hilted, letting out a soft sigh of relief. “Yesss. Just as sweet as last time." He rolled his hips experimentally, then wiped his paw off in the fur of Shawn's back before gripping his waist and beginning to gently fuck him under the dome-arched sky.

The fox folded his ears back, lifted his chin, and crooned in bliss as he buried himself in the younger squirrel's body again and again. “I do like going hard, for the record, but I… nnf… can't bitch about the consequences of my own actions. Just know… mmmf! …that if I hadn't committed a party foul of my own earlier, I-* ahh! I'd be showing you just how strong I really am…"

“I'll look forward to it," Shawn squeaked out tightly. “I've w-wanted you since we met and… ghh… s-so far, I'm liking both of your faces. For tonight, just… just show me how much you like nutting in my ass. Okay?"

“Ohh, we are sharing one brain cell right now, beautiful." Cory leaned in, pressing against his back again, heedless of the lube getting on his shirt, and wrapped his arms around Shawn's body as he humped the pretty squirrelboy with gentle urgency. “It's been about six weeks since I got to ride out an entire tie. Which means… you are about to make… my entire month!" His voice got tighter and rougher as he spoke, and Shawn felt the fox's knot swelling up. He only popped it through the squirrel's tailring a couple more times before pressing in and holding. “Yesss, yesss, take my knot, taaaake my knoooot!" He tugged back gently and gasped, as a warning spark arced along Shawn's nerves. “Oh fuck, it's in you, we're tiiiied… yesyesyesyessss gonna cum gonna flood your tight ass with fox sperm aaaaaahhh!" Shawn felt the fox's claws digging in against his ribs, as Cory cried out softly in bliss right into his ear… and then, just like before, he felt the foxstud's cock start twitching inside him, in time with the telltale tickles of the sharp jets of vulpine semen jetting up into him.

Whimpering in mildly-pained delight, Shawn suddenly remembered that he was temporarily free of New Dawn's normal rules, and peeled one paw off of the railing to reach down and start stroking himself. Cory didn't allow this for long, though; as soon as he'd recovered from the rapturous onset of his protracted canid orgasm, he reached down, yanked the squirrel's paw away, and replaced it with his own, jerking Shawn hard and fast. “Grrr, you are a good boy and good boys should cum!"

Gasping and panting, Shawn clung to the railing for support as his knees threatened to go weak again. “Oh fuck… oh fuck, I… I've cum so much today but… I think… I think I'm gonna…!" His back arched sharply, and his balls drew up tight again. “N-num… number siiiIIIIX!" Ears back, eyes shut, whiskers splayed and muzzle wide, he succumbed to Cory's rough onslaught… and heard a yelp of surprise from far below as he ejaculated over the edge of the roof and tagged someone standing outside the club!

Shawn's eyes shot open as a look of mortified shock crossed his face, but Cory just laughed and waved over the squirrel's shoulder, calling down to the street below. “You're welcome!" A string of disbelieving expletives faded back through the door to Origins before Shawn could muster the courage to look down, and the fox nuzzled at his bare shoulder.

“Whore In One?" Cory's amber eyes sparkled with mirth.

Oh no, not this again! “Ball from the Blue?"

“Ballistic Ejactory!"

Shawn started giggling, and then exploded in all-out laughter. “Germinal Velocity!"

Cory slumped hard against his back, gekkering wildly again. Shawn had to admit, the way that fox laughed was way too endearing… and somehow, the fact that he was doing it while continuing to pump seed into the squirrel's ass didn't seem to clash. Who ever said that sex and silly couldn't go together?

“Hahahaha! Ahhh… cumming deep inside you is so niiiice…" He pulled gently back against the tie, and Shawn felt a shiver run through the fox's body. “Always having to force myself not to tie drives me crazy. It's never quite enough… I'm always left unsatisfied, no matter how hard I nut at first. This time, I feel it all coming out. I'm gonna sleep so well when we're done."

Shawn felt himself blushing again. “Me too. Damn, six times in one day… that's actually a new record for me. My best was five, and that was a few years ago."

“Gotta get them gains, squirrel." He gave Shawn a tighter hug for a moment, then straightened up, rubbing at the treerat's hips. “Fuck, you look so hot impaled on my dick. Almost as good as you feel…" He started scratching over Shawn's back, causing him to moan in an entirely different, if still physical, kind of bliss. “Think we can make this a regular thing?"

Shawn's heart soared at the question, but he felt his post-nut clarity tugging his joy back down to earth. “I… I really hope so, but we'll have to see how often I can actually take it, especially once you go all out. I kind of like having a functional anus." He looked back over his shoulder, smiling at Cory. “Cards on the table, I'm… falling for you harder than is probably good for me."

The fox chuckled. “It's not the first time I've had that effect on someone. You'll have to excuse me while my ego inflates to an absolutely insufferable size." Wagging steadily, he grinned back at the squirrel. “Out of curiosity, what's got you worried? Finding out that the beaming, wholesome fitness nut is a lie?"

Shawn shook his head. “No, actually, that's not bothering me at all. It's…" He sighed. “New city, new life, new rules… and none of my old friends around. Plus I'm rebounding pretty hard off my last boyfriend, and you're hotter than Hell. I… don't have to spell it out, do I? But, you're already taken… how many times over?"

“Twice. Which isn't to say I couldn't maybe squeeze in a third partner, but it's way too soon to know if we'd work like that."

“Yeah, and I've never done… the whole poly thing before. Hell, I've only ever dated one guy, I've gotta imagine that's a big red flag for something like that! And I don't want to say I'd be okay with sharing when I'm not sure I would."

Cory gave him another of his heart-melting lopsided smiles. “Hey, major bonus points for being self-aware enough to know that the minefield is there, at least. No, really, I get you. If you want, we can call this a one night stand, take it home as a trophy, and go back to how we were next time I see you at the gym. I don't wanna get your feelings all tangled up."

Shawn sighed again. “I really don't know what I want. I just know that this," and he wiggled his rear back into Cory's lap, “is better than drugs for me and I want more of it. I want more of you. I just can't figure out… how much more."

The fox started wagging again. “Well, lucky for you, I'm good with anything from 'fuckbuddies' to 'friends with benefits.' Heck, if you keep draining my balls like this I might even decide that you look good in a collar." Shawn felt himself flush hard at that; for some reason, that relationship dynamic hadn't even occurred to him as a possibility! “For now, what do you say we aim for bennieville, with the option to renegotiate down the road if we feel like it?"

Shawn's smile at that was, finally, unconflicted. “I think that sounds perfect. Gotta say though, it feels weird, 'negotiating' this with you at all. I'm not used to… spelling out feelings and… expectations, I guess? Like this."

Cory smiled back. “Welcome to Poly 101. Unspoken assumptions about relationships are suicide when you're juggling more than one at a time. Being brave enough to admit what you're feeling, and what you want, is an absolute requirement when you step out of the mono model. Anyway, I'll make a mental note to invite you to movie night with my crew sometime, so we can get to know each other outside of exercise and fucking. Or maybe I'll sign up for Paths of the Emissary when they open up more slots. Looking forward to hanging out with you, Shawn, and I mean that!"

Shawn's tail fluttered happily as the conflicting urges in his heart declared a truce and settled down. “You've got a deal." He lifted his right paw, hesitated in confusion, and then reached over his left shoulder with it, and after a moment Cory grabbed it for the world's most awkward handshake. “So uh, how's that whole… cumming your balls dry thing coming along?"

Cory reached into his pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. “Get comfy, hot stuff, because I still have a lot of sperm to pump up your ass." He lit up, and a moment later Shawn bent down to grab his bag and do the same.

The remainder of the hour was filled with small talk, interspersed with lengthy silences during which both of them were content to just enjoy the fact that Cory was still gently nutting into Shawn's oh-so-willing body. It turned out that having already fucked the squirrel once earlier had indeed taken the edge off of the fox's legendary orgasmic duration; after around 'only' sixty minutes, Cory shivered again, and let out the longest, most contented sigh Shawn had ever heard. “Theeeere… every. Last. Fucking. Drop. I am spent. Oh my god, Shawn, I wish you could know how light and satisfied my balls feel right now. I'm absolutely drunk on relief." He leaned in to give the squirrel another hug, and then pulled slowly and carefully out of the teenager's ass, his deflated knot slipping free with only the faintest twinge of discomfort, followed by a warm torrent of vulpine semen flowing down the back of Shawn's left leg. “You, uh… you're gonna want to get a shower before you head home, I think. Sorry, not sorry." As the squirrel straightened up and turned unsteadily around, his body stiff from holding that position for an hour, Cory kissed him full on the mouth, then smiled again. “For that, you just earned the greatly-coveted Cory's Ass Privileges. You just let me know when you want to find out how that feels. I've toned muscles you've never even heard of." With a wink, he turned and headed back for the elevator, and Shawn hastened to follow him.

“Which floor has the showers?" Shawn tried and failed to suppress a yawn; the day's physical rigors had caught up with him, along with the emotional strain of wrestling with his feelings for the fox.

“I think all of them? Definitely the main floor though. Left from the entrance, or across the room from where we'll come out."

Crossing the dance floor streaked with semen was definitely… an experience for Shawn, but he only noticed one distinct Look, and it was both knowing and appreciative. Once he found the showers, he dropped his bag just inside, then regretfully washed off the fur paint he hadn't gotten to enjoy for nearly as long as he had hoped, along with the accumulated spunk and general grime. Oh well, he had a photo, and there was always next week! He'd have to find out whether that was in Yellow or Blue. Feeling clean, combined with the warm air of the drying booth, gave him a renewed longing for his bed, and he made a beeline for the exit as soon as he'd reclaimed his bag.

There was a small congregation outside the club, mostly groups of two to five, but just as he was about to ask Jason for a Zoomy, he spotted Matt leaning unsteadily against the wall with one paw, and went over to check on him.

“Oh, h-hey Shhhawn. Have you seen Cale? I think I um… partied a little too hard, haha…"

Shawn was grateful all over again for his own distaste for alcohol. “Uh, no, not since he was with you." He paused, and cleared his throat. “Jason, I'm out of the club now, so can you tell me if Caleb is still in the no daemon zone?"

Jason spoke up immediately, with no indication that he was upset about his earlier dismissal. “Nah bro, he went home a little while ago. Looks like he's already in bed asleep."

Shawn relayed the info to Matt, who rubbed his face and laughed ruefully. “Oh right, I uh… I already knew that…"

As soon as he said that, a fluffy samoyed daemon in a heart-marked jumpsuit materialized next to him. “Because I told you that five minutes ago…" An infobox popped up over his shoulder immediately, blue on blue.

Cameron - Daemon

Assigned to - Matthew Cruz

Cheats at cards

Cameron blinked, twisted to look at his own infobox, then mock-glared off at nothing in particular with an annoyed smile. “Yeah, fuck you too Jason. It's not my fault you suck. Anyway…" He returned his attention to Shawn. “I don't want Matt getting on a Zoomy like this, and he lives far enough away that he might end up passed out on the ground before he gets there on foot. Would you be a pal and walk him over to Cale's place, since you're heading there anyway? I can Zoom him home once he sleeps this off."

Shawn fought down the urge to groan. The trip home would be nothing on a Zoomy, but his tired mind and body really did not like the thought of doing it on foot at this hour. Still, there was really only one answer when one of his friends was in a bad spot. “Sure thing. I'll get him to a bed."

The samoyed smiled. “Appreciate it, man. I see why you decided to play the healer. Peace!" The dog flashed two fingers in a V, then dissipated.

“I'm really sorry about this, dude. I swear I'm not like this." He stumbled after Shawn, then mostly found his gait, although he was still a little unsteady on his paws. “I know my limits but I think I lost count, somewhere between the retriever and the collie. Or was it after the sugar glider…?"

Shawn fought down his curiosity about just how many women Matt had bred in a single night, and started chatting with him about Paths to keep his mind engaged as he followed the AR markers Jason was feeding him to stop him from getting lost on his way home. By the halfway point, the husky was nearly dead on his feet; by the time they reached the home stretch, Shawn had one of Matt's arms over his shoulders, and one of his secured around the dog's back, to keep the jockdog upright and mobile. Matt roused a bit, blinking, when he realized Shawn was guiding him up a second set of stairs.

“W-waitamin… isn't Cale's place over… there?"

“Yeah, but he's probably been asleep for an hour now, and you're not gonna get the rest you need with him twitching out every three minutes. You can crash in my bed tonight."

A warm but dopey smile spread over the husky's face. “Aww Shhhawn, you're the best."

Shawn blinked as he found a package sitting outside his door, and then remembered Jason's precautions when he'd committed to letting Cory fuck him again. He opened the door, kicked the first aid kit inside, and then half-guided, half-wrestled Matt over to his bed, where the husky immediately flopped, rolling over against the wall with a grateful sigh. Only then did the squirrel go back to shut and lock the door and remove his bag, paying one last visit to the bathroom before joining the dog in bed. Without seeming to think about it, Matt immediately spooned up behind him, hugging Shawn back against his chest, and promptly fell asleep.

Despite how tired he was, and how much he secretly loved the prospect of getting cuddled to sleep in Matt's strong arms, Shawn found his mind whirling, going back over how much his life had changed in the span of just five days, and how almost everyone who was an important player in his personal reality now was someone he'd met in that short time. Jason, Becca, Caleb, Matt, Cory… not to mention his encounters with Jet, Lily, Kevin, and now some nameless fallow doe who could well find herself carrying his child tomorrow! Mother had given him the coolest video game he'd ever played, and was now technically the only divinity who had ever actually answered one of his prayers. He smiled, remembering Haran's face when he'd healed the (simulated) boy of a fatal illness, and resolved to check in on him tomorrow. His life had become a whirlwind of new faces, new ideas, and new possibilities… and he saw no reason to believe that was going to stop anytime soon.

In truth, Shawn's most lastingly significant encounter in New Dawn had yet to occur, but that is another story and will be told another day. As he settled in to sleep with the husky's warm arm around him, one truth lingered in his fading thoughts: despite all the children he would sire in his time in the Cradle, perhaps the most wonderful new life he was making was his own.

The End

…of the beginning!

Shawn's story will continue in Chronicles of a New Dawn, book two…

Mother's Lullaby

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