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It was astounding just where you could get with the right clothes. Walk into a building with a backpack and a mask? Someone will stop you. Walk in with a hand truck and a fake invoice? Well, they'll hold the door open for you. Tell you right where they wanted the delivery. Security was only as good as the laziest employee.

Doug pulled his cap lower and hid a smile. Tonight would just be a taste of what he had to offer. A test of his concoction. If things went to plan, it wouldn't be long before the world knew his name. A freak incident at a club downtown wouldn't raise any suspicion. Well, it shouldn't. He had to be mindful there. Keep himself in check before things went down. Play it cool during the event. Take all the notes he could.

No one paid attention to the llama as he moved with purpose. They barely glanced his way as he went to 'service the fog machines' dotted around the club. He was dressed like any other technician. Tool belt, hat, everything he needed. They just walked past as he added his serum to the machines. Not a great deal, just enough to last an hour. Then he could record the results. Observe how long the formula actually lasted when properly dispersed. Perhaps even get ideas for future deployment efforts.

As he moved, he pulled out cameras and stuck them around. By the bar, backstage, even flinging a few up into the catwalks and rafters. Why, no one even looked twice as he ditched the hand truck by a supply closet and went off 'to use the bathroom' he said. An employee just waving him back as they kept chatting with someone else. Getting into the locked areas was easy. Rake the locks just so and he was in. Climbing up a ladder to a vantage point. Only then did he sit down to wait. Laptop coming out to and connecting. Giving him a range of angles from his cameras so he could observe at large. Licking his lips, he flashed a wicked grin and leaned forward. Watching as a crowd began to filter into the club.

"Yes," he breathed to himself with a low chuckle. "Welcome to a night you're not going to forget." Eyes darted over the screen as the DJ climbed into their booth. The opossum turned to chat to someone else, laughed, and flipped the coworker off. Metal glinting on their tongue as they turned and began to mess with something. Soon, a thick fog began to roll from the machines. Lasers and lights flashed and danced in the growing mist. A mist that slowly began to develop a light purple hue. Doug bobbed his head as bass thumped through the wall. Shaking his platform as his grin spread. Slowly, steadily, a crowd flowed into the club itself. Seeking drink, dance, and flirtatious activity. Doug steeped his fingers with a smirk, "Now, we begin..." He scanned the monitor, "Let's check... Here."

[Hallway]

Lost shook his head with a low huff as he stepped off the dance floor. It was warm out tonight. Damned heatwave just sapped every drop of energy. He'd figured it'd be fine to head out at night, but the oppressive heat just invaded everything. Not that the fog machines were helping. They'd only made the air feel heavier. So the blue gryphon had stepped out into the hall to get some air. He arched and stretched, rolling broad shoulders and flexing his wings. A whisper of icy cold air drew his attention to an air vent.

Shame that someone else was already there.

Another gryphon, an exotic blend too. Secretary bird and tiger, judging from the tail. And the thighs. Gods above, those thighs were shapely, powerful, and the way they curved up to meet the other gryphon's rear. A rear so perfectly sculpted that Lost couldn't help but feel a low throbbing start in his loins. Some voice muttered things in his ear, words lost under the drumming of the bass from the club. He shuffled forward a step. Eyes locked onto the other gryphon. Striped hips shifted, and Lost realized he could see quite a lot of the other one.

Somehow, he tore his gaze away from the other. Up their body to see cool, amber eyes peeking at him. Lost's own eyes literally lit up. Glowing faintly in the dim light of the hall. The secretary gryph moved ever so slightly. One hand lifted to rest on the wall. Their other eased back to lift their robe-like gown, exposing themselves to the air. Plush, plump pussy lips on display. Glistening in the light as their striped tail shifted.

"Rather warm isn't it?" the stranger spoke in a surprisingly deep, smooth voice. "Join me by the vent?"

He didn't need more of an invitation. Lost moved up and pressed to the other. A soft gasp broke from that elegant beak, eyes narrowing ever so slightly. [b]Thrum thumps, the music beat against his senses. Lost's heart began to hammer in time with the beat. Matched only by a pulsing in his loins. His mouth felt dry as he reached to free his beast. "I'm Lost," he panted, mind getting more clouded by excitement by the moment.

His partner turned, "Well, call me Found then." Robes fell open to reveal a lean, masculine body. Muscles rippling under the secretary-gryph's immaculate hide. A gray, striped leg lifted to press to Lost's side. Both sharing a pant as his pants opened enough to free his cock. Rigid flesh leapt out to crash against soft pussy lips. Found breathed out the softest of gasps and reached down to feel Lost’s cock. Not the delicate stroking or touching one might expect. No, he curled his fingers about the base and thumped the male’s cock off his own slit. Moaning quietly at the fairly wet thumps that sounded from him. A sigh, pleased, as he rolled his shoulders into the wall. “Make sure you pull out,” were the only instructions as Found tucked Lost against his pussy. Pointed tip parting those plump lips.

A part of Lost’s mind registered just how hot and wet his partner was. Is he in heat? The question barely crossed his mind before Lost drove in. Found’s tight body spread around him as the other male arched with a gasp. Both hands went up, nails digging into the wall. Lost’s hand found its way down to his hip and grabbed on. Found used that as a chance to throw both legs up, wrapping them securely around his partner’s waist. There was no stopping it as the gryphons pushed together. Neither willing to stop until balls clapped off toned ass. Even then, they immediately rebounded and pulled away.

Heels dug into his back. Lost gasped, his long tail lashed behind him. Feathers at the end fanned and popped with excitement as he dug in. Harder, faster, hammering his form into the other gryphon. Found dropped his hands and wrapped them around Lost’s head. Fingers twining into feathers. He arched and rolled, driving his hips down into his partner’s.

Fuck, the way his body wrapped so tight around Lost’s cock? It was indescribable. It felt like that pussy was made for him! It hugged every curve, each sweep, every inch of his cock perfectly. He spared a glance down and spotted the outline of his length in that toned stomach. Muscles visibly rolling around his length. Coaxing him deeper with every thrust. Whispering how much he should just let loose. Bury every inch into the other gryphon. Forget about everything.

Their bodies met with near violent impacts. The gryphon’s pussy coated his length with juices. Burned him with a need that Lost matched. Breaths came fast and heavy. Each pant drawing in more of the tainted air. Even out here in the halls, there was traces and bits of the lusty mist as it leaked through the vents and around doors. With every breath, the pair was only being driven further into the act. Lost’s cock throbbed and pulsed, balls getting heavier. Found’s pussy squelched and grabbed as the male pushed into him. Groaning, gasping, calling out as arms and legs grabbed onto him.

Yet even then, some sort of sense remained. Found chanted, “Pull out,” under his breath even as heels hooked tighter around his partner. “No...mmmph, not sa-afe.” His beak chattered with the words as his body rocked forward. Exotic eyes narrowing, “Pu…” then a screech as he threw his head back. His entire body shaking with excitement and raw lusts as he came. Erupting around the gryphonic cock buried deep inside him. Muscles clamping down with impossible force.

Lost gasped, head swimming as his partner gripped him like a vice. Heels dug into the ground as he slammed his hips forward. Burying himself up to the root in the other gryphon. Hammering faster, not caring as his knot grew and became stuck. Unphased as his tip gladly pierced the other gryphon’s cervix. All that mattered was the sweet release as he slammed in once more and threw his head back. Calling out as he began to fill this other gryphon with his seed. Balls churning as shot after shot of virile spunk flooded the vulnerable womb.

Some part of him knew he’d made a mistake. That he should have pulled out, yet he couldn’t stop it. His hips still pushed against his partner even as he panted. Head swimming with…

“Nnngh,” Found groaned, hands dropping to his stomach. Framing the outline of Lost’s cock. Then the other male began to massage. Teasing his partner through his own body. Stroking that cock to coax out even more seed as his tail lashed. Striped, gray thighs trembling with raw need. Urging the blue male to start thrusting, even though he was rather firmly tied.

[The Club, bar]

Oro leaned against the bar with a huff. "Can I get a... Seltzer or something?" The Shiba said as soon as someone so much as looked his way. He was hot and out of breath. Not unexpected since the club was fairly packed. Though there was something strange. He felt, well it was hard to describe. Floaty? Like his head wasn't fully connected to his body. High wasn't the right word either and he knew he hasn't taken or been slipped anything. Yet there was something off. Especially as his body began to throb. Pulsing in time with the music.

The bartender barely had time to set his drink down before someone else pressed close to him. "Yo!" bellowed the person behind him, "can I get a..." the deep voice faded to the background as Oro became [i]keenly aware of the body behind him. Thick, mix of muscle and chub, a bear for sure. Even in the dark of the club, he could make that much out. Was the bear drunk? He was practically crushing the dog against the bar.

How did Oro know it was a he? Well, he could feel the bulge in the male's pants pressing right against his ass. In fact his focus narrowed to that point. The weight, the warmth, how it pulsed against him as the male spoke and joked with the bartender. Oro's ears pinned back as the male pushed against him. The warmth moved through him, focused on his own front. His own cock strained against his pants. Threatening to rip through the fabric just from the mere presence of the stranger behind him.

Then a hand reached around him. That bear's massive mitt closed about his bulge. "What's this?" his molester growled. The grip tightened and Oro gasped, having to brace himself on the counter. Thick fingers played over his cock, teased him through his own pants. He couldn't whine, could barely even pant. One second the hand was teasing him. The very next breath his own clothing was sliding down. Torn off? Pulled open? It didn't matter. Oro took a deep breath and felt his head swim as the fingers curled around his cock. Starting to stroked him, spreading his own pre along his shaft. Teasing his piercing, then sliding down his length.

More than that, the bear pushed against him. Oro's tail twitched as the male pushed against him. The heavy weight of that ursine cock cramming it's way between his cheeks. His tongue rolled from his maw, panting hotter now. There was no teasing, no question. Nothing beyond the presence of that male behind him. The weight teasing him from behind. Fat meat toying with him from the rear before it nestled up under his curl so perfectly.

Thrust!

He all but fell against the counter, knees weak at the penetration. Only the male's cock and that grip on his own length kept him up. Oro's ears folded back as the male behind him grunted like a beast. Broad chest pinned him tighter to the counter. Sturdy hips began to rock, thrusting against his rear. Each pump shallow, driving that girthy cock deeper. Even without lube, there was enough precum there to ease the male's entry. Oro felt a light ache, but it was overwhelmed by the sheer, raw lust of it all.

His partner grunted in his ear, "What a pretty girl," before groaning. That long, obscene ursine tongue rolling from his maw. Those words sparked something in Oro and he gasped. Hips trembled then drove back. Yes, he was a good girl, a pretty girl. His curl waved as he slammed himself back into the hips. Stomach bulging from the male's size behind him. Thighs pushed closer together as he breathed out a needy whine. Thoughts of how hot it was, or how much he needed a drink? There was no room for that in his head. His entire world revolved around the impact of the hips on his. Those animalistic grunts as the bear rutted him like a beast at the bar. And the grunts, oh those grunts that sounded in his ear! They lost all meaning within seconds, turning into simply primal noises that made his own core tighten up. Oro's fingers dug at the polished wood as he trembled under his partner. Tongue rolling from his maw as his body tightened.

Did he cry out when he came? Could he even manage that as the purest lust overtook him? He didn't know, couldn't know. Oro was only aware that he did cum. Rear clamping around the bear as his cock leapt in the hand. Spraying his own cum across the fingers and bar front. Tongue rolled from his maw as he tried to howl, while still pushing into his partner. The bear's thrusts were fast, shallow, barely even moving. Oro's ass stung from the impacts as he kept pushing. Demanding more from his partner.

The hand abandoned his cock and moved up to his maw. Cum-covered fingers smeared across his muzzle, hooked into his maw and pulled back. Oro panted, lapping at the fingers and his own cum. Cranking his head as his partner pushed tighter to him. He caught a flash of teeth and tongue before the bear's mouth closed over his. Oro tried to lick at the fingers and lips, but was overwhelmed by the bear's massive tongue. It filled his mouth and spilled deeper. Bulging his throat as the bear kissed him far deeper than anyone had in the past.

Bliss! His partner managed a few more thrusts. Each slam coaxing another shot from the Shiba, staining the bar front with his lusts. Then a grunt, a growl into the kiss. His partner's tongue swirled into his throat, threatening to choke him. Oro's eyes watered, but he held still, tail waving. Fingers grabbed at his hips and pulled back sharply. The ursine's balls lifted and heaved. Flooding the Shiba with thick, rich honey. The bear cumming deep and hard, slamming his hips against the canines backside. Refusing to even slow as his peak overtook him. Oro felt the same lusts. His cock rock hard again, throbbing even as the bear pulled back and began to fuck him again. Driving needy whines from the canine as his eyes rolled back. Suckling on the tongue eagerly. Drinks all but forgotten as he panted.

[Booths]

Theo staggered a little, panting with exertion. The dog cracked a grin, reaching up to push his mop of hair back. Pink nails raked through the dark mop of his hair. A wild boar woman flashed him a grin. Her own dark pelt matted with sweat here and there. They'd started to bump and grind on the dance floor. Her hips against his, grinding into him. His hands roamed her body, feeling the muscle under her curves. "I wanna fuck you so bad," he panted. She uttered a question. "Yeah, just make you squeal all night." She turned and shoved him towards the edge of the floor.

"Prove it." She strode out of the fog with intent in her eyes. The glowing bands wrapped around her wrists somehow making her seem that much more menacing. Theo looked over her body quickly. Curvy, sturdy, jeans artfully ripped, fishnet top hiding little. Dark makeup making her all that much more striking.

"So, yo-" he started, but was cut off as she grabbed him by the hair and pulled him into a kiss. Snout pressed tight to his muzzle. Her tongue found its way into his mouth, pierced tongue darting over his tongue and clicking off his teeth. The dog jumped, started to moan, reaching out to pull her close. She gladly stepped into him. Body so warm, the coarse fur of her pelt somehow delightful under his touch.

Oh she wasn't going to mess around either. Her hand went right for his pants. Theo jumped as she grabbed him through his pants. Start to push into her with a playful growl. He reached for her top, hand easily sliding through the netting of her loose top. Up under that halter she wore. She squealed a little grunt as his fingers went right to her tit. Pierced nipples, score! As his fingers grabbed and twisted, she did the same. Groping and fondling him. Hand pressing his growing erections right against his thigh.

Theo panted, or tried to, but she had a grip on his hair she wouldn't give up. Her breath filled his mouth, tongue fighting his. The only time he could breathe was when she broke the kiss long enough to breath, then dove back in. He shuffled to get some space, but she followed him. Theo didn't know the wall was there until she had him pinned. Her demanding grip pumping him through his pants. The dog groaned and felt his gut tighten. Trying to focus on anything but how his balls were starting to twitch.

He tried to push her, fighting the growing excitement. She twisted and her top ripped. Breasts spilled against him, fingers mashing into the supple flesh. The sow practically lifted him off the ground as she moaned into the kiss. One hand fumbled for his belt as her other kept pumping hims shaft. Squeezing him through his clothing. Theo felt his eyes roll in his head, groping blindly at her body. He needed air, he needed a second to gather himself, he...

"Nnnngh!" he grunted into the kiss. Hips jolting into her hand as he came. Cock leaping within his underwear, cream filling them and staining his pants. She froze against him, fingers squeezing his shaft as it twitched. Each throb was met with another squeeze.

Slowly, she broke the kiss and stared down at him. Face in shadows with the light behind her. Theo began to say something, brag about how he was still good to go. Sure enough, his cock still strained at his pants despite the mess he'd made.

Once again, before he could open his moth, she struck. Yanking his hair and throwing him off balance. The tan dog yelped and stumbled. Completely off balance, he tripped and fell to the club floor. She was there, rolling him onto his back before he'd even gotten his breath. His shoulders barely came to rest on the ground before she stepped over him. Kicking those jeans off and leaving her exposed. "You!" she bellowed and pointed at something in the fog, "Com'ere." Before promptly sitting right on Theo's face. Her thick thighs framing his head as she ground her sopping wet cunt into his muzzle. Moaning as whoever she pointed at came and stepped over the dog. Casually poking Theo with feet as he lay there, trapped beneath the sow.

"Mmph," she moaned as she rocked her hips into Theo's face. The wet sound of her sucking someone's cock drifted down to him. He huffed and rolled his head, but her thighs trapped yin there. Grinding her sopping wet snatch across his muzzle. He panted, licked at her, and reached for his own pants. She shifted, pinning his arms down. Pushing and rolling against him. Using him like she would a sex toy. Moaning and slurping. Drool dripping down onto Theo's body. His eyes rolled back in his head as he whined. Unable to stop himself a she began to pick at her pussy. Tongue lapping at her folds. Fuck, she tasted so good, he pushed against her. Ground his hips up, and began to hump his own mess within his pants. Cheeks going hot as she shivered over him. Smearing her excitement all over his face. Matting his fur down as she used him. It was so fucking good, and he couldn't help but shudder under her. Cock twitching as it readied a second load.

Thighs pressed tight to his cheeks as she shuddered. One hand reached to grope him again. Kneading him through his pants. Theo jumped, jolted, and huffed as he came in his own underwear a second time. All while the sow began to shudder. Shoving herself back into his muzzle as she found her own climax. Soaking him in her excitement while she slobbered on some other guy.

[Bathrooms]

The door burst open, a sergal and bat all but falling into the room. The sergal's hands swept through her short brown fur. His own green pelt matted with sweat, dark eyes and golden irises almost glowing in the dim light. They stumbled into the room, hands all over each other. Neither even tried to remove the other's clothes the proper way. Merely tearing items off their partner. Lips pressed tight to each other, throats bulging as they kissed.

His cock sprang out as she somehow got his pants open. Thick, equine, with a hint of a knot at his base. Somehow she had the wherewithal about her to fish out a condom. Fumbling it onto the throbbing length as he tore her shorts open. The bat broke the kiss with a gasp, her shockingly long tongue snaking out of his mouth as he grabbed her hips and hefted her onto the counter. She managed a squeak as he all but dropped her there, legs flying open to reveal a dripping pussy. She fought to push the condom on even as he lined up and slammed his cock into her. The vixen threw her head back with a squeal, thighs quaking as the male's sheer size made her stomach bulge. Her answered her noise with a snarl of his own. Hands slamming onto the counter as he leaned over her. Hips already in motion as he hammered the female with everything he could muster.

She grabbed at him, nails digging into the shaggy mess of his fur. Gripping whatever she could as she moaned. Each thrust driving a animalistic grunt from her. Wing arms flared and legs kicked as she rocked towards him. Eyes clouded with nothing but pure lust, the doctored fog having full effect on her.

It was only a matter of seconds before she arched and gasped under him. Plump thighs and shapely hips trembling as she came. Squirting around her partner with eager force. He snarled and dug in harder, faster. Driven by the lust he was feeling as well. Driven to incredible heights as his entire form shuddered. Hammering her right through her orgasm. Not daring, unable to slow down. Heavy nuts clapping off her backside as he hammered himself in. Lips curling as he growled, feeling his tip already flaring in her.

A clench and he pulled up short. Panting as her body wrapped around his knot. There was a faint thought of Already? but it was quickly washed away as she shuddered and moaned. Pushing her soft form into him. Coaxing him to finish, tongue rolling from her maw.

A heave and he felt that peak overwhelm him. Throwing his head back with a groan as he began to fill the condom. A condom, purchased from the vending machine just outside the bathroom. One donned in haste, ignoring the damage ones nails might have done to it. Not to mention the sheer volume he was putting into it. That would be enough to strain even the sturdiest of rubbers.

She panted, shivered, then called out as he shifted his grip on her. Flipping the vixen around. Nails caught her shirt, ripping what little of the fabric was left. Ample breasts spilled and pressed to the cold counter as he grabbed her legs. Her painted nails scratched and scrambled for purchase as he began to thrust again. Hips barely even moving now, body hammering her backside. Each thrust sent shockwaves through her as she tried to hold on. Panting, trying to clear her head. Somehow, maybe the icy coldness of the counter, maybe the relatively clear air of the bathroom. Something poked through the Lust-haze that clouded her mind.

"W-wait," she gasped. Body still rocking back into his thrusts. "G-go-gotta, p... P.... Pu," it was hard to speak. His cock hammered so deep into her, driving the breath from her lungs. "PULL Out!" she managed to scream as she came again. Head dropping lower as her entire body shuddered. Not even thinking about it as her legs swung up and back. Toes grabbing onto his hips to keep him buried so tight into her. Her senses and words falling into guttural, primal noises as her head dipped.

Ah the sergal was long gone. His focus on her body. The feel of her around him, the smell of the ripe bat bitch under him. He barely noticed her second orgasm. Or the third as he kept hammering her. Fat knot locking the pair of them together. Only allowing him the slightest of leeway in hammering her with his body. His tongue rolled from his maw as he threw his head back and hissed.

Driven by the fog and his own desires, it was no surprise that he came again so quickly. Each panted breath only made his balls churn more. The raw need to unleash his seed broiled through his body. Fought against the flimsy barrier of the condom. Then, inevitably, breeched that barest of protection. Rich, hearty spunk flooding her vulnerable depths. Her back arched as it sparked something within her. Making her scream in a mix of despair and ecstasy. Her plush form shuddering as her gut began to bulge from the volume of seed he was putting into her.

A pant. A shudder, sweat dripping from their bodies. Then he began to thrust again. The clap of their hips echoing off the bathroom walls. Mirroring the steady thumping of the music that still droned in the club.

[Floor]

Fawkes could barely breath, but he didn't care. The cat growled as he rolled his head, tongue diving deeper into the mouse sitting on his face. She squealed in response and grabbed his head. All but humping his face as she panted. Fuck, she was soaked and more than happy to straddle his face. Pumping her hips down against his tongue while she grabbed his hair. It was heaven, and he couldn't think of a way to make it better.

Except he could.

Two more mice, her siblings, cousins, friends, it didn't matter to him. All he knew was that they'd ripped his pants down and were going to town on his cock. They'd trapped his cock between their breasts and were currently fighting over who could lick him. He couldn't exactly make out words. Just the occasional squeak, panted argument, then a pair of lips would slide over his tip. He shivered and bucked upwards, rewarding one with a hearty drop of precum. Then the other would shove her compatriot off and start to slobber on him. Eager, panting drool running down his cock and slathering over their breasts.

It had to be quite the sight. The tall, lanky, black cat on his back. Half naked with three mice women, none of whom even came up to his shoulders, clambering all over him. Each vying for attention as they tended to him. Bliss. He must have died and gone to heaven.

"Hey!" came the shout as their welcoming warmth departed his length. Followed by a laugh, then weight on his lap as one clambered up quickly. Straddling him and slamming herself down onto his bare cock with all haste. He hissed into the mouse on his face and rolled his head. Licking wetly over her pussy. Teeth closing over her clit and biting down as he huffed. She squeaked, moaned, and shivered over him. All while the other one rode his cock like there was no tomorrow. Hips clapping off his abs, tail whipping his side with stinging force.

Hands came down on his thigh, a body climbed over his leg and straddled it. The displaced female starting to grind on his knee. Muttering complaints to the other one. Not that the woman on his lap cared. She was too busy riding him for it to matter. Her excitement covered his length, making each motion swift, slick. Her body trembling over him. Not that he would last long either. Snarling as he grabbed at the woman's thighs on his face.

She shuddered as his fingers dug into his rear. Hunching forward as she came with a gasp. Her pleasure squirting over his tongue and muzzle. Fawkes growled in response and thrust up into his partner. His peak came fast and without warning. Normally, he could last a while, but right now? There was only the slight tension then sudden release as he came in his partner. She responded with a squeal of delight and slamming down on his lap. Fingers drumming her own pussy lips and clit as she rushed her own finish to match. Insides trembling around him, milking him for ever drop as she groaned.

Not that the lady on his legs would give her a chance to savor it. Before the rodent on his lap could even finish her moan, her partner was bulldozing her off his cock. Fawkes had a second where his cock slipped out, still spraying his load, exposed to the air of the club. Then another pussy slammed down on him mid-spurt. A gasp sounding from this woman as she began to ride him. Hips thundering off his as she squealed and chittered her delight.

A part of him expected the sudden swap to overwhelm him. Drive him to want to pull away. No. Instead, his cock only surged with new life. Eagerly rising to meet her need and challenge. Pulsing in the female as her tail whipped off his thighs. Even the welts raised by the fleshy smack of her whip-like tail came across as raw pleasure. Nothing more than bliss that encouraged him to push on.

He changed his grip and heaved over. The woman on his face falling away with a squeak as she tumbled to the ground. He caught sight of the brown and white mouse on his lap, looking a little surprised as his hands clamped onto her thighs. A gray female lay sprawled to the side, her pussy leaking his cum. The tall cat snarled like a beast and surged up. Shoving the one atop him to the ground. Shoes squeaking off the floor as he fought for purchase. Slamming his body into her and beginning to hammer her with fast, brutal thrusts. His head dove for displaced gray female. Latching onto her creamed cunt so he could lap at her. Biting and licking her pussy as she grabbed at his head and moaned her rapture. The poor white mouse that had been straddling his face looking up. Fingers already burying into her pussy as she watched him fuck her partners.

A hiss, a squeak, and Fawkes buried himself into the mottled female. Shuddering as he came hard, body grinding against her backside. Balls heaved and lifted, painting her insides with his spunk. Yet he needed more. Craved more. A glance at the white mouse was all he needed. She was on her back, legs tucked behind her own shoulders, fingers spreading her pussy open. A look from her and his balls tightened again, readying a third load as he abandoned the mottled female and dove for the offered pussy. Driving a squeal from her as she pushed up towards him. The other two moving to flank, tempting him with mouth and holes. All four of them touching, panting, kissing, thrusting, unable to do anything beyond simply fuck and be fucked.

Awryhx gasped and shivered, eyes rolling back. He was stuck in the middle of the dance floor, fog thick enough to reduce even the people around him to mere shapes. His tongue flicked a bit, a holdover from his heritage. The red horse/snake mix shuddered as a hand boldly went down the front of his pants and whipped his cock out. He didn't remember them pulling his pants open, or fishing them down. Just the feeling of hands against his body from seemingly everywhere. Each moment felt coaxed by hands from unseen, shapeless people.

A shape of a person in front of him knelt and planted a kiss on his thick, equine-like tip before gulping down his length. Awryhx gasped and leaned forward at how eagerly they crammed his cock down their throat. He reached for a hand, but someone else grabbed his and drew it in. The hard warmth of a cock pressing into his palm distracted him. His hips already driving forward as someone else gripped his tail and lifted, making him lean over his other partner.

The thought of doing this in public didn't cross his mind, couldn't cross it. Why the very concept of shame had been pushed from him. He was in the dead center of the thickest part of the Lust fog. Each breath drove him deeper and deeper into the desire to just fuck and be fucked. Those around him suffered joyously from the same situation.

The hands on his tail shifted to his hips and drew him back. A barely lubed cock pressed against his pucker before driving in. His moan broke out in time with the music. The bassy drum of the dance mix matched perfectly by his partner's hips off his backside. All while the person under him eagerly pumped their head back and forth. Swallowing him from tip to base with each stroke. Hands reached to fondle his balls, weighing them, juggling them, playing with them as his eager sucker drooled over his length.

Maybe Awryhx called out as he felt his peak rush at him. Though it could have been some instinct as a shape loomed towards his face. The familiar spire of a cock that bounced off his nose. He tilted his head back and opened red lips wide as the length found it's home in his mouth. Face an expression of pure bliss as his tongue raced back and forth, trying to mirror what was happening to his own cock.

There was no stopping it. He shuddered as the sweating, dancing, fucking masses pressed against him from all sides. Thighs shook and he jerked hips back and forth between the mouth and cock at his backside. Balls leapt and he heard a faint, "Gaaahh!" as the person under him drew back and let his cum rain down on them. The partner behind him eager, not letting him even have a beat as his rear clenched. Pounding him harder, making his knees wobble and go weak as a growl reached his ears.

As the horse/snake toppled forward, the person under him writhed and caught him. Holding Awryhx up for just a moment. Long enough to line his cock up with a hole. Ass? Pussy? It didn't matter, just that his length was still rock hard. Ready for round two before he'd even finished with the first one. Legs pushed to his side as his partner arched and drove up into him. Letting his thickness drive so deep with that first thrust.

The person behind him redoubled their efforts. Hands grabbed onto his hips, thighs trapped his legs, and teeth found their way to his shoulder. Deep, animalistic grunts filled the air as the person behind him fucked him like an absolute animal. His eyes rolled back as he swallowed around the cock in his mouth. Tongue moving on it's own, not caring as someone fucked his face with the same vigor as someone behind him.

Raw, unadulterated ecstasy flooded his body as the person behind him slammed forward. Grunting as the unseen male's cum flooded his ass. His tail flicked up and around the person, clinging to them as they panted into his shoulder. Giving him only a second before they pulled back and a new person took their place. A fresh cock, thicker, with an odd spiral to the tip, slapped off his freshly fucked rear. Thudded, rubbed, and then sank in with a grunt that threatened to blow the fog away. Their thrusts came hard and slow. Slamming Awryhx into the person below and in front of him. More voices rose around them. Raw heat of the night partied with the unavoidable sauna of desire they were surrounded in. Bodies pressed from all sides, threatening to crush, then pull away.

Nearly forgotten, the person in his hand groaned and thrust forward. A knot popped against his fingers and he tightened his grip. A howled, "FUCK YEAH!" just a second before canine cum blasted his face and chest. Awryhx tried to pull away, but the person at his mouth reached under to grip his chin. Pounding faster, mashing their sweaty groin into his nose. He nearly gagged as they tried to cram every last inch into his mouth. Balls tight against his chin. Balls that lifted and twitched as they began to cum. Making him eagerly swallow down as his eyes rolled back.

A gasp under him, body writhing, and he felt his partner reach their finish. He rewarded with a groan, a pant, and a second load. Flooding them with more spunk than he thought hes should have had. Slamming his hips down into them as the weight on his back increased. The shape behind him only getting that more riled up as his rear clenched and trembled.

A brief respite as the person in front stepped back. Thick cum raining down on his face as he panted. Tongue rolling from his maw as he let them stripe his red hide with their pearly seed. Only to have someone else fill the void before he could close his maw. Two someones, actually. A pair rushed at him from either side, stretching his jaws out as their cocks met and both slipped into his mouth. Leaving his tongue racing to dance with both of them as they began to fight and thrust off each other.

He didn't know what was going on, but he needed to come to this club more often.

[Backrooms]

Tom chuckled darkly as he watched the camera feeds. Yes, it was going all to plan. Better than he planned, actually. The Llama leaned back and stroked his own cock. Licking his lips as his eyes darted from one feed to the next. Gryphons breeding, rats fucking, cats rutting, oh it was glorious! He just wondered how the news would handled this event. Probably give some half-baked cover up about a mass hallucination or someone spiking drinks. He'd know the truth. He had the evidence.

Soon they would too. Soon, they would come to fear... The Master Bator!