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It was Rose and Lew’s Friday night out, one spent at a local bar Lew had been dying to visit since he’d first spotted it. “That place looks fun!” he all but cheered upon seeing it pass by the passenger window. The name Grand Goose was written in bold and bright neon above the front entrance, bleeding its candy color throughout the street that night. Lew was pressed up to the window, his slit cat pupils dilated into a pair of onyx puddles amidst his snow-white face. His pointed ears stood at attention while the pink pads on his palms flattened against the glass. He looked over his shoulder at his girlfriend in the driver’s seat. “Can we go there this Friday?”

Rose knew the question was coming and she dreaded having to give an answer. She knew the place looked gaudy without even having to look at it with all that neon light glaring through the street. All that meant Lew was going to notice it and want to go there, hence his boyish wonder and inquiry. Rose clenched her fists around the steering wheel, wrenching the brownish-red feathers that covered them and her cardinal wings. She glanced at her boyfriend with one eye from within the black mask that colored her visor. More of that frilly neon poured into her retina, making her cringe. Amplifying the effect was the giddy look on Lew’s face.

“I don’t know,” she said. “Looks kinda…” She struggled to find a kind enough word. “…different.” That was putting it lightly.

“I know! That’s why I wanna go. You know I love trying out new places.”

Rose sure did. That’s why she loathed the idea of taking a detour once she saw the road work going on in the street they normally took home. Lew would see a shop or a bar or some place he hadn’t before and immediately want to go check it out. Everything after that was predictable by this point: Rose would be reluctant, Lew would continue pleading, and finally she’d acquiesce. With her the only one making money and owning a car between them, the trip was guaranteed to come out of her pocket. The word ‘no’ was on the tip of her beak, but that adorable face of his had a sway she couldn’t knock.

Rose sighed. “OK. This Friday, we’ll go.”

Lew all but bounced and clapped his paws in his seat. “Yay! I can’t wait.”

Rose could’ve, but she’d come to enjoy the atmosphere of the place upon entering it and sitting down. That pink garishness seen out front carried on inside but at a much more digestible level. The lights were subdued with an LED strip light running around the ceiling and illuminating the many, many funny trinkets and stickers the walls had been plastered with. Patrons were mostly young-looking folk, college kids, a few years younger on average than Lew and Rose. Some classic rock blared over the speakers while an old-fashioned juke box sat in the far corner. Rose found it more agreeable than she’d feared, but the fact remained that she’d been bothered into coming here. Next time I’ll say no, she promised. She always did.

But she could take her mind off all that while seated at the bar next to Lew, chatting away with him and others around them. A few drinks in and Rose could find comfort in the place, her worries melted away by the alcohol. Without getting too drunk, she could maybe try and make some new friends, though that would remain difficult with her pithy boyfriend yapping away about random shit like he always did. In front of him was a sprite fizzling in its glass, his third. Not a drip of alcohol had touched his tongue and yet he had the verbosity of a man five drinks in. Rose, meanwhile, tugged at her beer bottle to help subdue the embarrassment of being with someone so loud.

“You two enjoying yourselves?”

That came from behind Rose as she faced forward in her barstool. The person was coming in from her right, towards her left where one stool was empty. Lew had been in the middle of a rather excited description of something. What it was, Rose didn’t know, nor would she ever find out now that this gentleman had slid his way into both their lives. The couple turned to see an opossum climbing the barstool on her left. Inches from Rose was a handsome, boyish face smiling at her with a pair of crisp, blue eyes. Messy brown hair tumbled down the fellow’s features as he threw up two fingers at the bartender. “Sam, two of what this girl’s having.”

His gaze didn’t leave Rose as he made the order. Nor did hers leave his. She felt paralyzed in her stool, wondering what to do and who the hell this was. Was she frightened? Offended? Flattered? Some of that, none of that, and perhaps all of that made her sit with an upright posture. Her tailfeather bloomed into a broad fan behind her. Lew leaned into the bar to look past his girlfriend at the intruder on their conversation. His feelings of the opossum were equally mixed given his skimpy attire. A woefully cropped wife beater and torn jean shorts was nothing Lew interpreted as intimidating, but the wiry, shredded frame it left exposed plus some charming looks made Lew squirm in his seat.

“Uh, hi,” said Lew in a low tone, one he hoped would not generate conflict.

“Hey,” said the opossum, his voice even lower and uninterested in the cat whose view was blocked by Rose. His eyes were still locked with her as if Lew did not exist, something Lew was really starting to feel. “What’s your name? I haven’t seen you here before.”

Rose could tell the question was directed at her and her alone, but she had to include Lew in on it. She gestured to Lew with her wing and opened her beak to talk. No sound came out of her, and she had to clear her throat. “Ahem! Uh, hi. My name’s… Ahem. I’m Rose. This is my boyfriend, Lew.”

The man extended his paw to her, showing off its pink fingerless-glove pattern. “Cass. Nice to meet you. Welcome to the Goose.”

Rose thought she knew better than to shake his paw during an obvious attempt to peel her away from Lew, and yet it seemed even ruder not to. She laid her hand in his and shook it gently. “Yes, nice to meet you too. It’s real… interesting, this place.”

“It’s our first time here,” Lew wanted to add. He extended his paw towards Cass between Rose’s stomach and the bar but found one of her arms in the way. He tried going across her back, but that felt even more awkward. He gave up after one more attempt and folded his paws between his thighs. Relax, he told himself. Just a guy trying to be friendly.

If that were the case, then Cass having his whole body turned towards Rose with his thick, padded legs wide open for her to see the contours of his cock bulge was a sign of friendship. She certainly noticed, not that it was possible to miss. Where that mound of man flesh ended was nigh an inch short of where the denim ended. Slung down his left thigh, it had to have felt suffocated in such a poorly fitted pair of jeans. They sunk into the bulbous curves of his thighs and choked that wagon of an ass which smothered most of the barstool. It was hard for her not to stare at all of that. Making it possible at least was his handsome face. “Lew suggested it the first time we saw it,” she said in a toneless voice. I’m not sure whether I regret it or not. I think I’m about to find out.

Cass didn’t look at Lew anymore. His attention was firmly on Rose, her boyfriend’s every word and action going unnoticed. “Well, you can do a helluva lot worse than this place, I’ll tell you what. Been coming here for years now, but I still haven’t seen a girl as pretty as you yet.”

Rose felt the heat flush into her cheeks. Such a comment, however flattering, was entirely inappropriate, especially in the presence of her boyfriend. Lew felt his blood starting to boil. His mouth fell open to say something, but his throat was too tight to speak through. Come on. Don’t let him do this! So he chanted to himself, and yet he remained silent, watching as another man moved in on his girlfriend.

Rose was bracing for a rebuttal from Lew. He’s not going to say anything? Apparently not. She was on her own. Like Cass was doing, she began to ignore Lew. “Well, thank you. That’s awfully sweet.” The knife of betrayal dug into Lew’s chest, but he had only himself to blame for his cowardice.

Cass lit a smug grin. “What can I say? I’m a sweet guy.” The bartender came by with an open pair of beers that he put in front Cass and Rose. Cass picked his up and held it out to her. “Here’s to new friends.”

Rose should have known better than to pick hers up and return the gesture, and yet there she was clinking bottles with him. “To new friends.” Then they both took a sip, Cass wearing a victorious smile as his head leaned back.

Lew considered grabbing his sprite glass and joining in, if just to drive a wedge between their obvious adultery. Problem was, Rose was between him and Cass with her back to him. He would have to reach around her. Worse still, it was clear that neither of them would give him any thought. Rose hadn’t so much as turned her head since she’d twisted in her stool to face Cass. Her sip from the bottle was a big one that had her head leaning backwards. It came out of her beak with a satisfied sigh. All night since her and Lew sat together, she’d been nursing her beer. Now she was much more comfortable, emboldened even. Her bottle came down on the bar with a solid thunk.

“So, what do you do, Cass?” She asked.

Cass was glad she asked. He told her in great detail, but Lew wasn’t listening anymore. He’d turned forward in his stool, a thousand-yard stare on his face, his pointed cat ears turned backwards on his head to tune out the treacherous conversation happening right next to him. His glass had nothing but ice cubes and some watery sprite syrup left. He thought about ordering a refill, but his tummy was too upset. Coming to this bar was a terrible idea, and it had been his. Because of that, his girlfriend was openly flirting with another man right in front of him.

Lew cleared his throat and spoke up, albeit with a timid voice hardly above a whisper. “I’m… gonna go hang out in the car.” Neither Rose nor Cass even heard him, let alone acknowledged him. With nothing else to do and no one else to talk to, he slid off the stool and slinked out of the bar with his paws in his pockets, his head hung low.

His retreat was missed by Rose, but not by Cass. The opossum celebrated inwardly while maintaining a friendly focus on the pretty woman in front of him. He wasn’t in bed with her yet, but he planned on changing that. Their casual flirting continued before Cass asked her, in a calm tone, “Why don’t we head back to your place?”

Rose was in something of a dream state, a euphoria drawn about by Cass’s kind words and flattering flirtations. High as she was, his suggestion fell on her like an anvil and made her go still. “You want to go… to my place?”

Cass nodded. “That’s right.”

“Oh… OK. And… what do you want to do there?” Did she hope that it wasn’t what she thought it was? Or did she hope for something else?

“I think you know.”

Indeed she did. That heat in her cheeks intensified. Her tailfeather poofed out into a small fan. “Well. Alright, but…” She looked over her shoulder for Lew but saw nothing but an empty stool. How long has he been gone? He just left me here? “My boyfriend, Lew. He…” What about him? What would he say? Did that even matter anymore?”

“Oh, don’t worry about him. He’ll be around the whole time. Nothing bad’s gonna happen.” Cass held his paw out to her, between their open laps.

Rose eyed it warily. Her fist was in front of her beating heart. Am I really doing this? She looked into Cass’s eyes. They were so blue, ringing with the confidence of a man who knew what he was doing. Did she? The longer she looked at him the easier it became to pry her hand from her chest and lay it into his grasp. “OK. Let’s go, then.”

Cass’s fingers closed around her hand, squeezing some of the feathers which sprouted around her wrist. “Perfect. Let’s get out of here.” The pair slid off their stools together. Cass dug into his pocket for his wallet and produced a pair of 20’s for the bartender. “That oughtta cover everything. Keep the change.” Then he guided Rose towards the door, ignoring the bartender’s thanks.

Lew was sitting on the hood of Rose’s car, browsing his phone. Every other moment there was the urge to shoot Rose a text or wander back into the bar. Come on. Don’t let this happen. Don’t let that guy steal her from you. Stopping him was the idea of confrontation. What would he say? What would Cass do to him? Wouldn’t it be embarrassing for Rose and himself? So many unfortunate scenarios ran through Lew’s head, each of them keeping him in place and on his phone, away from his girlfriend’s breach of their relationship.

The front door opened to reveal Rose and Cass arm in arm, smiling at each other closely as they headed to her car. Lew saw them and stood up from the hood. He was glad to see her, but his blood ran cold upon seeing him attached to her. “Hey,” he said. “You, uh… ready to leave?” He would shoot glances at Cass, wondering when he’d separate from his girlfriend.

“As a matter of fact, we are,” Cass answered. It got a nasty look out of Lew who hadn’t asked the intrusive opossum. “Mind if I catch a ride with y’all?” He didn’t wait for an answer before going to the rear door and trying to open it. When only the handle moved, he looked at Lew. “Hey, mind unlocking this for me?”

Lew wanted to do nothing of the sort. He wanted to sock Cass in the face but knew damn well he didn’t have the balls. “I… I don’t have the key,” was all he could say.

“Oh, I’ve got it.” Rose reached into her jeans pocket and produced the keys. She hit the unlock button on the fob. The locks on the doors clunked and the headlights blinked. Cass opened the rear door and slinked inside. His hand remained latched to Rose’s as he scooted down the rear seats. “Come on,” he said. “Sit next to me.”

Rose was forced to lower her head as she was pulled towards the car, though she didn’t go in just yet. She looked at Lew with a concerned expression. There was a gleam of hope when Lew thought she would ask if this was OK, an opportunity for Lew to say ‘no’. “Do you mind driving us home?” was what he got instead.

The pit of gravel in Lew’s gut grew heavier. “I… I don’t know…”

“Come on,” urged Cass from the back seat. “I saw what you were drinking. Nothing that’ll stop you from driving. Do us a favor and bring us home, alright?”

Lew looked to Rose for help, but she was already getting in the backseat next to her new lover. Lew was left alone outside the car, limp and powerless. “OK…” he said at last before sulking his way to the driver’s door.

Cass split a wide grin. “Atta boy.” He winked at Rose who giggled behind her hand.

Lew climbed into the driver’s seat. Greeting him were the keys dangling from Cass’s fingers. Lew took them reluctantly, careful not to accidentally touch the opossum’s presumably filthy digits. If I’m not careful they’ll dirty themselves even worse on Rose. Too late. While turning the ignition on Lew looked into the backseat and saw them seated next to each other, thigh to thigh, faces within inches of one another. Cass’s hand was tucked into her inner thigh, rubbing it back and forth ever so slowly. Rose’s hand was on top of it, but not to stop him. She more than liked his caress and urged him to travel deeper into the inner curve of her leg.

Lew looked ahead through the windshield. Just ignore them for now. Focus on driving. Don’t get anyone killed. “Seatbelts,” he said dryly before pulling out of the parking space. He was forced to look over his shoulder while going in reverse, again exposing himself to the sight of Rose and that fiend all but glued to each other. Once he put the car into drive and got out of the parking lot, he made a small vow not to look into the rearview mirror, something he broke at least once a minute.

Rose and Cass, still without their seatbelts, continued with their flirtations. Even when he was so close, when she could smell his breath and feel its heat on her beak, Cass was incredibly handsome. Hearing his voice thrum on the air, his every syllable ringing with lustful intent, made her womanhood thrum with arousal. She thought to close her legs and contain it, but with his adventurous paw so firmly ensconced between her thighs there was no chance. She secretly wanted him to go further, closer to her cunny which continued to burn so needily.

“How nice of your boyfriend to drive us,” Cass said quietly, not quite a whisper. Rose thought he might want Lew to hear him.

“Yeah,” she said at the same decibel. “He’s really sweet.”

“Yeah, he is. Does he treat you nice?”

Rose frowned. “Of course. I said he’s sweet.”

“No, I mean in bed.”

Rose’s eyes widened. A knot twisted into her tummy. Lew heard him too. He gripped the steering wheel more tightly as his ears turned back to home in on their conversation. Again, his eyes darted to the rearview mirror to see how close they were together. The road tore them away and would demand most of his focus. “I… Well…” Rose looked into Cass’s lap where she knew his manhood lingered. It had to have been bigger than Lew’s based on that bulge she saw. Then again, that isn’t saying much. “He… He tries his best.”

“I see,” said Cass. “Is his best good enough?”

Suddenly, Rose couldn’t bring herself to look at him. She checked on Lew. He appeared to be focused on the road. “Sometimes. Most of the time…” She couldn’t say the rest.

Cass heard enough. “I see. Don’t worry about it. I think tonight we’ll take care of you.”

Rose had a strong feeling ‘we’ meant ‘I’. “That… That sounds good.”

Cass smiled. “It will be.” Then he closed his eyes and opened his mouth. His tongue loomed forth for a kiss. Rose thought she would buck away from him, that Lew would see and bring the car to a screeching halt. All remained calm, and she opened her beak to let Cass do what he wanted. The opossum demonstrated his experience in kissing beaks with venturing tongue. His head tilted slightly so that he could lock jaws with her and lash that ornery tongue muscle upon hers. A shuddering gasp rolled into Rose, catching nothing but the raunchy heat of Cass’s breath. She shivered hard, further fluffing out her tailfeather and making her nipples go hard. The hand gripped to the back of Cass’s pulled him deeper into her thigh and closer to her burning cloaca. Cass made good on the invitation, rubbing his paw up and down the crease where her thigh met her hip while his tongue lathered itself on her.

Lew heard their kisses before he saw it. Some vain hope told him that’s not what it was, if just to spare him some any more suffering. Another glance into the rearview mirror was his coup de grace, the heart stabbing sight of Rose irretrievable latched to Cass’s face. Cass sensed his gaze and peered over at him with one eye. Lew, scared to death, averted his gaze, but it was too late. Cass pried his maw from Rose with her spittle wreathed around his lips, threads of it stretching and snapping off their tongues.

“Eyes on the road, partner,” he said. “Don’t wanna get us in an accident.” While he spoke, Rose was at his neck, giving him the sweetest, neediest kisses.

Lew readjusted his grip on the steering wheel and gulped. Neither helped the growing mass in his gut. “Yeah, sorry.”

Cass grinned evilly. “Don’t worry about it.” Then he went back to making out with Lew’s girlfriend.

Lew drove all the way home to the lewd and lustful sounds emanating from behind him. What was less than ten minutes felt like an eternity, much of it spent looking into the mirror in spite of himself. He could’ve sworn that Rose was closer to Cass each time, all but sitting in his lap by the time Lew pulled the car into the driveway of his house. “We’re here,” he said in a grim tone.

Rose had forgotten where she was and how she had gotten there thanks to the hypnotic swirl of Cass’s tongue and the warm weight of his body pressed into her thigh. His hand had staked claim to her loins, rubbing her cloaca through the crotch of her jeans and eliciting a temperature that all but singed his palm. Cass pulled away from her and reached for the car door. “Cool. Thanks, pal.” Rose didn’t say anything as she followed him outside. Her heart felt ready to explode out of her chest. The man who’d driven her home, the man she openly called her boyfriend, went completely ignored as she followed Cass to the front door, gripping his paw for dear life.

Lew had to close the car door behind them and scurry ahead to unlock the front door with the keys. The presence of the two adulterers behind him weighed on him dreadfully as he fumbled to unlock the bolt and open it for them. It opened finally, and he was all but trampled when Cass and Rose came storming forth, leaving Lew to close the door behind them. Lew didn’t have a chance to do so before Cass swung Rose around in front of him, wrapped his arms around her waist, and resumed their rampant face hogging.

Lew didn’t have to look in a mirror to watch them anymore. It was happening right in front of him, in his own house, in utter disregard of his presence. He closed the door behind him quietly, eyes fixed on the adultery as it happened. He stepped around them to where he could see them in profile, their open jaws scissored together with each tongue sparring in the hot, breathy space in between. He’d never seen such a desperate look on Rose’s face, at least not when they kissed. Hell, he’d never seen it when they were having sex. Cass knew what he was doing, both with his lips and his paws. One was at Rose’s behind, lingering on the upper slope of her ass beside her tailfeather. The other palmed her breast and kneaded it through the thin layer of shirt and bra. Her stiffened nipple poked at him relentlessly, begging him for more of that manly touch long denied.

Lew was drawn to their loins, currently pressed together and jostling slightly. Cass’s backside was bigger than hers, looking ready to pop his jean shorts open by the seams. His long, pink wormtail hovered in the air behind him, swaying lazily. Between the long exhales he beat into Rose’s mouth were ornery huffs driven out of him by the throb of his erection which scraped the inside of Rose’s thigh. Amidst the shame and humiliation Lew felt his own erection building. A timid paw pulled at the crotch of his shorts, angry that he would find arousal in such degradation. And yet his eyes could not leave the two lovers, especially not the way Cass groped her tit and ran his fingers around her buttock.

Their sloppy tongue smooches grew louder. Slover drooled off their bottom jaws in droves, darkening the topside of Rose’s shirt. Somehow that was Lew’s breaking point. “Babe…” he said quietly.

Rose’s eyes shot open like there had been an intruder. She came off Cass and whipped her head around to see Lew standing just a few feet away, a tiny bulge growing in his britches. “Oh, hey,” she said casually. Cass didn’t stop feeling her up. His snout dove straight into the soft part of her neck and began mauling it.

“Hey. Are you guys…” Lew gulped. “What are you doing?” The question was directed towards what they wanted to do next, though Rose didn’t interpret it that way.

“What does it look like?” she asked with a saucy smile. Her head swooned backwards as Cass continued to nibble on that sweet spot at the root of her neck. “Don’t worry, babe. I just want a taste, is all.”

A hearty cackle rumbled out of her neck. Cass brought his face out and delivered a loving smooch on her cheek. “I can give you more than just a taste, sweet thing. Why don’t we take this upstairs, and I can give you a whole meal?”

Rose let out a merry purr. “That sounds wonderful.” She took Cass by the paw and guided him towards the stairs. Cass noticed Lew just standing there as they left.

“Come on, kitty,” he said. “We want an audience. We’ll let you jerk off while you’re at it.”

The very idea, so terribly humiliating and degenerate, made Lew’s penis throb. “Yes sir…” He followed them silently with his fists balled up in front of his hips to help deal with the severity of his erection. Rose went up the stairs with Cass in tow, Lew right behind. The cuck had a nice view of his bull’s ass, those pair of heavy hemispheres grinding and bouncing with every step. He wasn’t certain, but he thought he could smell the faintest wafts of booty stink emanating from within his shorts, triggering something like a disgusted excitement which made Lew’s cock throb some more.

The trio made it to the second floor where Rose entered the bedroom and pulled Cass inside. Like before, Lew was left to close the door behind them and witness their antics. The two lovers kissed some more before Cass whispered, “You wanted a taste, right?”

Rose murred throatily and whispered back into his ear. “Mmmm, I do. Can I have it?”

Cass chuckled. “Have at it, girl.”

Rose kept her eyes shut as she made slow descent to her knees. Opening her eyes almost blinded her with the mighty glow of Cass’s cock bulge now at full staff. Even through the choked veil of his denim she could make out the shape of his mighty hammer. A roaring body temperature singed the tip of her beak, making her blush harder. Rose splayed her fingers on his pelvis before dragging them down his upper thighs and brushing her right palm on his cock. She clutched it like a handle and gave him a firm squeeze. “God… So fucking big…” She whispered.

It was a reaction Cass was used to seeing in women, but one that never got old. He ran a paw down the crest of feathers on Rose’s head. He could see the reflection of his cock in her beaming blue eyes. “Why, thank you. It’ll look even bigger when you pull that zipper down.”

Lew had felt a fist in his gut upon Rose saying how big Cass was. Curiosity got the better of him as he wandered around to their side and watched her undo Cass’s fly. The flaps shot open like a burst dam upon the button coming apart. Rose pulled the zipper open, exposing herself to the flood of hot man musk he’d built after a long day of wearing those cock-stretched underwear. Her lungs inflated themselves on that masculine aura. She almost passed out with how much it melted her brains and put her cunny in a sauna. “Oh my fucking God…” she growled before clawing his fly open wider and tugging down the front part of his briefs. Out popped an exotic thrush of white pubes followed by the fleshy, pink root of his shaft. It was rather rude the way she grabbed it and jimmied it out of his shorts like an uncooperative snake. Cass would’ve preferred something gentler, but he wasn’t complaining. Never punish a woman’s enthusiasm to suck cock.

His member swung free at last, a triumphant pillar of flesh, muscle, and vein which came out at Rose with such inertia she physically flinched away. More of that luxurious smell puffed out with it and swam into her mouth when she gasped upon seeing his true immensity. On instinct she started stroking him with one firm fist. Her eyes went cross while staring down the barrel of that fat cock muzzle half wrapped in foreskin.

Lew stared just as hard. A clench of jealous admiration made him clutch at his slacks now tented around his own jutting erection. Nothing like what Cass wielded, his pecker felt the first bit of joy just from seeing Rose jerk that Olympian pillar. It was hard to breathe all the sudden. The pressure on his pecker matched the heat of his face, and without further prompt he began unbuttoning his shorts and undoing his fly. His paw went into his undies, though they did not quite pull his cock out in fear of the superior one lurking not so far away. Lew’s jaw fell open in a needy pant as he began squeezing his chub and biting his lip.

Cass caught him out of the corner of his eye. “Come on, now. Don’t just jerk it in your pants. Let’s see what you got Let’s see what you’ve been giving Rose this entire time.”

The spotlight was withering. Terrified and alone, Lew slowly pulled his britches down until they started falling down the scrawny slopes of his snowy legs. That measly rod jutted forward barely a few inches in front of his bush’s outer reach. The pink head peeked out from its half pinched foreskin, quivering in the bedroom AC.

The way Cass chuckled at it was a knife to Lew’s pride. “Heh, ain’t much is it?” He looked down at Rose who had begun rubbing his dick against the broadside of her face and kissing the root. “He’s been fucking you with that little thing?”

Rose peered over at her boyfriend and saw his pathetic nudity. She had a little giggle and nodded. “Yeah, at least he tries to.”

“Doesn’t last long, does he?”

Rose shook her head. “No.”

“Nah, not when it’s that small.” Cass grinned at Lew. “It’s alright. You can rub it until you cum. I don’t care. I’m gonna use your girl’s pretty face right now and give her that taste she’s been dying to have.”

Lew followed instructions and wrapped his willy in his fingers, pumping it at a sad, torpid pace. “OK…” was all he had to say by this point.

Rose did as she was told as well, bringing her head back so that she could aim Cass’s fuckstick at her open beak and unite the two. Her jaws stayed open as her wormy tongue formed a helix around his pole. A hollow moan sounded out of her. She closed her eyes and made sure every inch of Cass was licked and lathered while her head made a slow bobbing motion. “Ahhh… Uhhh~”

Cass bit his lip and snorted out his nose. “Nnnnnn, yeah that’s nice. She knows what she’s doing, not like she learned it with you, Lew.”

Lew’s grip on his cock tightened. The first mouth he’d ever kissed was being used to please a superior man’s cock. Lew kept a close eye on it and masturbated. “Yeah, I know.”

Cass breathed slowly and leaned his head back. “Mmmm, that’s alright. Yeah, I fucking love that. Shit.” His paw went to the back of Rose’s head and palmed it. She was pulled deeper on him until he’d impaled her throat.

Those soft murrs were cut off by a soft gag. “Uhhhh-Ulk! Uck!” Her face tensed for a moment, then went lax as she came to adore his force. Cass pushed and pulled on her head to create a smooth tempo. “Uck. Ulk. Uck. Uck.” She didn’t just know what she was doing. She enjoyed it too. The hand not gripping Cass’s thigh for support was between her legs rubbing her cunny through her jeans.

So rude. So impure. The woman Lew loved most was having her face fucked in front of him, and all he did was stroke his little dick. It wasn’t enough for him anymore. He wanted to be closer, to be a part of it, to join their coital bond and physically feel the adultery as it happened to him so cruelly and blatantly. Cass had developed a sixth sense towards the cuck by this point and looked over at him. “Hey, Lew. Come over here and do me a favor.”

Lew stopped masturbating suddenly. “Y-yeah?”

Cass nodded backwards. “Do me a huge one and pull my pants down for me. My paws are a little tied right now.” He’d formed a tight clutch on Rose’s feather crest and was using it to drag her throat up and down on his cock. The sounds echoing from her beak were wet and crude. Between them were soft whimpers of delight.

Lew blushed hard. “Yes sir.” He came waddling around with his pants still around his ankles.

“You can take those off,” Cass said.

“Oh, right.” It took a few awkward seconds for Lew to get his shorts the rest of the way off. At last, he was nude from the waist down, his paltry pecker leading the way for him. He came all the way behind Cass, unsure where to start with all that plump opossum ass staring at him.

“Get on your knees,” Cass said, sensing his hesitation. “It’ll be easier that way.”

Lew thought so too, though he feared the idea of getting anywhere closer to that cloud of sex funk which continued to billow around Cass’s loins. It had already earned a significant presence when Rose opened his fly. Lew gulped and got into a kneeling position, bringing himself face to face with that chunky wagon. Lew brought his paws to the waistband and began pulling them down. The mere scrape of his fingers against the coarse, white fur that textured those hips was enough to generate a flow of precum from Lew’s pecker. He watched in awe as more of that great white moon peeled into view, its wholesome curves spilling over the beltline like a muffin top. It fell into place with a calamitous jiggle once the shorts were off, winking at Lew with the many dimples of cellulite. A wave of raw stench smacked him in the nose, melting his olfactory the way it had with Rose.

A switch in his mind, once teetering on the brink, fell down with a great spark and hiss. Catalyzed by that pleasantly awful man stink, Lew’s bitch side was in full power now. He peered through the curtains of Cass’s inner thighs and swollen backsack to watch his girlfriend gob on that huge dick now glazed in her mouth water and plugging her to the throat. Even more attention was paid to Cass’s Jovian backside, its shadowy crack begging for more of the cuck’s worship.

A pleased Cass watched Lew from over the shoulder. It was almost as good as the woman wrapped around his cock, but it could’ve been better. Cass lifted his wormtail in the air, incidentally bumping Lew’s face. “Come on, cuck. Give yourself a good taste too.”

What fragments of dignity Lew had left felt revulsion and self-pity. Calling himself a beta cuck, a loser, a pathetic man, he closed his eyes and dove his face right into Cass’s backside. Cold, wet cat nose poked into hot, sweaty opossum hole. Drilling Lew in the nose was catastrophic combination of temperature, smell, and sweaty texture. Leathery hole skin tweaked on his snout, tickling the cuck and inviting a deep whiff. Snifffffffffffffffff. More of Lew’s manhood withered away, not that there was much left. After one heave of a nuzzle into Cass’s pucker, Lew unleashed his scaley tongue and licked it upwards in a straight line, traveling it all the way to the pinnacle of Cass’s crack and then repeating.

It elicited a sharp gasp and a hoot out of Cass. “Oooh, that’s it, cuck. Get your fill.” He was kind enough to jut his ass back into Lew’s face, earning the cucky an even deeper mush of hot, sweaty crack. Lew devoured every inch of it, his lips and tongue focused on that leathery crater which tweaked and clenched upon each pass of the tongue. Cass was still working Rose’s mouth on his cock, though he took even greater satisfaction in the man gnawing his backdoor like he was starving. A buttery stench had pasted to Lew’s snout, infusing every slobbery breath and whooping sniff. Slaver drooled down his chin and the backside of Cass’s scrotum, its pair of burdensome eggs earning a lap or two from Lew’s tongue on occasion.

The three were in a state of bliss. Rose had a massive cock to please, Lew had a bull to submit to, and Cass had two freaks to worship both sides of him. The opossum’s jaw fell in a slak-faced expression of ecstasy. “Awww, fuck. That’s so fucking good.” He started humping in time with his tugs on Rose’s head, clenching the haunches on Lew’s face. A growl rumbled through his gritted teeth. “Fuck. Ahhhhhh, I’m gonna cum. Hahhhh… You ready, girl?”

Rose had been since she’d seen his bulge back at the Grand Goose. With her loins aflame and throat properly stretched, she would’ve begged for his cum had not her face been plugged. Luckily for her, it wasn’t a long wait from there. Cass’s face wrinkled with a furious scrunch as the swelling pleasure reached a bursting point. “Ah fuck! Fuck! HUHHHHHH~!” The blowjob was punctuated by a final thrust of his hips and a heave on her head. Drilled to the furthest retreat of her gullet, Cass’s cock spewed a torrent of cum powered by the mighty throb of his cock muscle. Hot, metallic love batter drizzled its way down Rose’s neck, settling in the pit of her tummy with an exquisite warmth that made her nipples go hard. Her eyes squinted under his burst of force, yet she remained lax and open to his christening.

Lew felt the shock of his orgasm almost as sharply. The balls hanging in Cass’s sack were tugged on their cords, pulling the fuzzy white skin into their shape and tickling Lew’s chin. He pulled his face out of Cass’s ass with a tendril of spit connecting his tongue and that battered tailhole he’d painted in his mouth water. He watched the underside of that fat pole implode within Rose’s beak, marking each rope of cum that unloaded on her. He felt the clench and spasm of Cass’s leg muscles plus the glutes crunching away right in front of his face. In the aftershock of Cass’s orgasm Lew felt a crush of clarity, the sickening realization that he’d just eaten the ass of a man who’d drilled his girlfriend’s throat. Lew slumped back on his knees with his face and inner mouth reeking of musk. His pecker was hard like rock, a token of his supremely shameful delight in the whole ordeal.

Cass let go of Rose’s head finally, allowing her some leeway from his softening pecker. She came off with a wet gag, her throat being sore from such thorough usage but her body ringing with the delight of it. She gulped all the spit inside her beak and panted hard. “Oh God… Fuck… That was so amazing. God, I’m so fucking hot right now. You’re so fucking big. Hahhh…” Her hand was still at her crotch, rubbing it through her jeans. The denim there had darkened with the moisture from her cunt now at a serious flow ready to drown her panties.

Cass hung in the afterglow of his climax. His penis drooped heavily in front of him with a single tear of ivory sloughing out of his cock slit. “Mmm, thank you. I feel fantastic too. I got your boyfriend to thank for that too.”

Rose spotted Lew for the first time on the other side of Cass with his face glazed in his own spit. “Babe, did you eat his ass?”

Shame wrapped around Lew like a noose. “Yeah…”

Rose scoffed. “Wow. OK…”

Cass grinned. “Don’t worry about it, cuck. Thanks to you, that was one of the best nuts I’ve ripped in a long time. Lucky your girl got to taste it all.” Cass turned around, swinging his softened member out in front of him like a flail. Lew backed his head away as if it would hurt him. He was impressed how Rose could kneel so close to such a massive breeding tool, let alone suck it to fruition. “Come on and stand up for me, Lew. I got a secret to tell you.”

Lew frowned. Unsure of where this was headed, he rose to his feet. His stiff pecker loitered in front of Cass’s softer, but remarkably larger cock. “Y-yeah?” he asked.

Cass leaned towards him until his nose twitched beside Lew’s ear and his whiskers tickled his neck. He spoke in a low whisper. “When I’m done fucking girls, I get awfully hungry.”

Lew’s look of confusion only deepened. “OK. So you… want me to go-?”

The question could not be completed thanks to Cass bringing his face in front of Lew, opening his jaws as wide as they could go, and clamping them down on Lew’s face. The last the cat saw was that pink cavern of glistening gums and rippled palate yawning towards him. That pit of black at its epicenter became everything as Lew was pitted into a vice of wet heat and raunchy breath. A shocked and terrified Lew grabbed Cass’s arms by the biceps and tried pushing away, but Cass grabbed his wrists and put an end to his struggles. With another solid chomp Cass unhinged his jaws and absorbed more of Lew’s head, beginning the journey into his innards.

Rose was just as shocked by the sound Cass made when his mouth opened and then fell shut. That meaty clash of gum on face sounded like nothing a person could make. Startled out of her arousal, she shot to her feet and moved to her right to see Cass’s hideously distended face wrapped wholly around her boyfriend’s head down to the collar. “Cass!” she shouted. “What are you doing?”

Cass couldn’t answer her with his mouth full, though it should’ve been obvious. His snout made slow progress down Lew’s collar. The head formed a taut impression on Cass’s cheeks, that permanent look of shock still resting there. Lew was trapped in a stifling coffin of wriggling, squelching throat flesh. It pulled at his snout with Draconian authority. He was dragged further inch by inch, forced there by the slow and inevitable downwards chomp. He did not struggle nor cry out. Indeed, he limpened his body to the coming consumption. With his girlfriend and his masculinity robbed of him, there was nothing left for him to have. He let go of Cass’s arms and accepted his fate.

Rose stood by silently, watching. Her shock turned to interest, which turned to amusement. Lew’s little willy was still hard as a rock. It bounced a few times out of delight. It was a totally bizarre sight, and yet she found herself enjoying it too. “Yeah, eat him up,” she said in a mocking tone. “I don’t want a weak, pathetic boyfriend like him anymore.”

Lew could hear her through the walls of Cass’s throat. With suffocating injury came withering insult. He secretly begged for Cass to hurry up devouring him. Help arrived when Rose stepped closer to help Cass’s jaws make their way further down Lew’s body. She helped pull the cheeks over the span of his shoulders like putting a fitted sheet on a mattress. Cass’s mouth and neck had distended into something horrific. Now it made startling progress, enveloping more and more of Lew until his chest was consumed with Cass stooped over even more on him. Rose stood behind Lew and hugged him around the waist to begin hoisting him upwards. She wasn’t strong enough to carry all of Lew’s weight, but with the combined pull of Cass’s throat she could ensure an even speedier consumption.

Lew was down to the chest when Cass picked him up off the floor by jaw strength alone. Lew felt the world go weightless as he was pulled parallel then upside down with his unbalanced legs and tail pointed at the ceiling. There came a terrible stretching and sucking sound as the half-naked cat made his final plunge into that awful den of gum and stench. Moist flesh and fuming slime gripped him the whole way into Cass’s gut where he fell into an upside-down fetal position. Cass’s gut blew out like a balloon connected to a faucet, stretching his tank top until it only covered the chest. His navel and every single vein burst to the surface around Lew’s choked position amidst the stew.

Cass’s disfigurements shrank into a correctly shaped head. The last Rose saw of her boyfriend was his snowy white tail being sucked through the lips like a spaghetti noodle. Sclllllllllurp! Cass let out a satisfied “Ahhhhhhhhhhh,” and then an atmosphere-rattling belch which jiggled his grossly bloated Lew-belly which he patted proudly. “Woo! Excuse me. Mm! That hit the spot.”

Rose was struck in awe by the sight in front of her, that of Cass with his gut hung down to his knees by the terrible bloat of Lew’s entire body. She could see the impression of his head and limbs against the skin. They would shift and squirm here and there, but for the most part Lew remained placid. Amidst the suffocating stomach walls and pit of fluids he drowned in, there was nothing the devoured cuck could do besides sit and wait for his coming demise. Cass’s acids worked quickly to put him to sleep and eat away at his form, first dismantling the fur and skin to begin untying the million sinews that composed his musculature.

The process was announced by a loud, rumbling gurgle. Cass groaned his appreciation and patted the mound in his gut that marked Lew’s head. “That’s a good cucky. Sit there and get digested for us while I fuck your girl.” He looked at Rose with a smirk. “How about you? Ready to get that other hole of yours filled?”

So surreal hearing those rude words from a man who’d just eaten someone in their entirety. Rose wouldn’t have thought it, but it worked to reignite her excitement back into the great heat it had been. “As a matter of fact, I am~ I hope Lew won’t get in the way.”

Cass chuckled and rubbed his gut. “Oh nah. This gut here won’t last long, not when you and I start fucking. He’ll be nothing but fat on my bones in a little while, but until then…” He gestured to the bed. “Would you join me?”

Rose gave a saucy smirk before peeling out of her shirt and undoing her bra. It fell to reveal a pair of pert breasts capped by dark red nipples. “You first, big boy~”

“Yes ma’am~” Cass backpedaled to the bed and fell backwards. He landed on the mattress with a terrific thump which almost crushed the frame beneath him. Squirming backwards brought him to the center where he folded his paws behind his head with that mountain of bulging stomach sitting atop him like an incubus. “Your throne awaits.”

Rose all but skipped over and pulled off her jeans and underwear, freeing the scalding swamp that was her cloaca. She hopped onto the bed by Cass’s feet and tail where she could see his rehardening penis trapped underneath that monster of a paunch. She didn’t know if Lew was still conscious or even alive in there, but she wondered what part of him Cass’s dick was pressed against. She shoved him forward to give it some room. Her legs straddled Cass’s lap. She grasped his penis and began stroking it back to life. The other hand massaged his gut, feeling the gradually melting shape and half-stripped bones that defined her once-boyfriend. She scoffed. “What a fucking loser.”

Cass let out a guffaw. “That how you really think of him?”

“Now that I have a real man to fuck, yeah.” Her hand ran swathes around Cass’s gut. Lew bubbled and churned away inside, reducing the bulge and slipping fragments of his collective deeper into the bowels. “Been stuck with this loser for so long, and what does he do? Let’s me get fucked by a bigger man, eats his ass, then gets eaten himself.” Her tugs on Cass’s penis had turned aggressive with the loud rumbling and squelches she could feel beneath her palm. Clods of emulsified Lew would slough from his bones where her hand would pass. “So fucking sorry. I wish I’d met you sooner.”

Cass groaned as more of that mass made its way through his tract upon Rose’s insistence. Every shift and churn was an added tick of arousal atop what her sharply pulling fist created. “Mmf. Yeah, me too. Boy was a good meal, at least. Bet he’ll go to my thighs like I said, or my ass. Knowing how much he loved eating it means he probably will.”

Rose bit her lip at the thought. “Yeah… That sounds good.” Cass’s penis had grown erect again. She didn’t waste another moment before drawing herself over it and settling her burning sex pot atop its summit. Their fleshes united with a tiny skwish, causing Rose to swoon and gasp. More of her lissome body came down, parting the soft lips of her cloaca and then the womanly cavity just beyond it. A great spasm beset her core, straightening her back and making her gasp. “Oh God… Yes~” She swallowed the rest of his pole in one long descent. Her distant-looking eyes crossed in their sockets as she held him to the root. The bottom slope of his giant stomach pressed into her, adding to the angelic pleasure which had her cooing and moaning. “Yes! Fuck… So big… Oh my God…” She had to hold onto his gut- and by extension Lew -to keep from toppling over once her legs started to spasm.

“Go on, girl,” Cass said softly. “Ride that dick.”

That Rose did, kicking off a spritely rhythm of ups and downs which rocked the mattress on its frame and Lew in his coffin. Her wailing moans and testament to Cass’s masculinity reached far with a vehement pitch and volume. Front row to it all was Lew, his consciousness and being mostly dissipated through the highways of Cass’s insides. Body ruined and mind scattered, what remained of him resonated through the blubber which padded Cass’s stomach, thighs, hips, and ass. Though he could not think, his feelings and sensations persisted enough so that the impacts of Rose’s ass on Cass’s hips were still sincerely acknowledged. His pleasure was Cass’s, that fat cock impaling Rose having absorbed the lowly cuck’s manhood into something more fitting to please a woman like it did that screaming cardinal.

Rose didn’t think about him at all, not when she was busy cumming her brains out on Cass’s dick. Her ecstasy would spike into a fit of sharp humps and quivers. Thickish girl cream would clot out of her stretched cunt and form an oily ring around Cass’s hilt. Cass cheered her on, his grabby paws all about her curves, groping, pinching, and massaging the sweetest bits. By the time his second orgasm was on the horizon Lew had flattened out through his predator’s body. He’d encompassed every facet and feature, settling with noted prejudice about the hips and ass like Cass had predicted. The cuck could join in on the climax which spewed into Rose’s womb with a heroic upwards heave of the hips, that which triggered another one in Rose and had the two harmonizing with a howl and a grunt.

Rose fell off her high with twitchy legs and cum smeared along the bottomside of her thighs. It took a few moments to gather her words among the cluttering sparks of dopamine going off in her brain like fireworks. “Oh God… Fffffffffff-fuck… Huhhhhh~! God… Yes… Huhhhh…”

A groan rolled out of Cass who held Rose by the hips. “Yeeeeeaaaaah~ That was fucking awesome. Mmmmmm~”

Rose opened her eyes to see what looked like a whole new man beneath her. “Oh God… You did flatten him out. I mean, your stomach did. The rest of you…”

“Got a little chunky, didn’t I?” He made bongos out of his belly chub. “Don’t worry. I’ll burn this off quick. Not what’s on my ass, though. Lew’s staying there.”

“Well, he’s good for something, at least.” Rose laid atop her lover, letting his soft cock slump out of her cunt and uncorking a flood of seed which belched and sputtered onto Cass’s balls. Her body sizzled with a delight never experienced before, at least not with Lew. She could partly feel him resonating through Cass’s blubber, sharing in the afterglow but only as a spectator like he had been. “You know, I thought going to that bar was going to be a bad idea. Now I’m thinking it was the best decision in my life.”

“Yeah, I’m thinking it was for me too.” He wrapped his beefy arms around her and squeezed. “Now that the cuck is out of the picture, what are you going to do now?”

Snap back to reality. “Oh shit. I… I don’t know. Fuck. This is Lew’s house. Now he’s… Oh God.” Panic was building. She was about to sit up and rip herself out of Cass’s hug until he placated her with a gentle pat on the head.

“Hey, don’t worry about it. Stick with me, and everything’s going to be alright.”

With his fluffy weight piled beneath her, his arms around her waist, and his seed oozing out her womb, Rose relaxed and smiled. “Yeah, I think you’re right.”

THE END