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Cyan leaned her head against the passenger side window, taking small comforts in the way it rattled her head just like the school bus used to. Those days were long gone. She’d graduated school, and was now on the tail end of graduating college in her early twenties. Since the beginning, she and Allison stuck together, helping each other through thick and thin; Cyan was there when they’d started as a shy boy then transitioned into a far more confident woman through recent years. Who would’ve thought that same childhood friend would now be driving her to her doom.

“Oh, lighten up blue cheeks, this’ll be good for you.” They said, dutifully keeping their eyes on the road. The endearing nickname, given when Allison discovered the blue parts of her fur pattern extended down to her butt, did not relieve her anxiety.

Houses flashed by as the doberman pinscher drove her through the neighbourhood to Dog-knows where, in their old but reliable… Red car, probably a Toyota. Cyan knew a lot of things, a lot of useful things that got her good grades and a promising future, and knowing the various ‘breeds’ of cars was not among them. Out of the two, she was the bookish introvert that preferred a calm night in her home, as opposed to the house-party of strangers Alli was taking her to. As a border collie, the stereotype of being a ‘good girl’ was painfully accurate.

“This is a terrible idea,” she mumbled, her depressing tone conveying her mood just as much as her words, “can’t we just go to yours and order pizza or something?”

“You’ll feel better once we get there.” Allison replied, giving the fellow canine a reassuring grin, “How about some music to lighten the mood-“

Their dark-furred paw jabbed the console, causing audio – low quality like everything else about the vehicle – to emit in barely comprehensible bursts. Cyan straightened up upon hearing a song she recognised, and almost smiled when the music abruptly ended.

“-grettably interrupt this broadc – an outbreak in the local area. We rec – a mask and remain in-“

Allison jabbed the button again, silencing the grim man, and Cyan turned on her friend immediately, “Alli, that sounds bad! We should turn around, and-“

“Nope, it’s gonna be fine, and we’ll have a grand ol’ time! Look, we’re nearly there.”

The collie whined inwardly and slumped in her seat, too passive to fight her friend, even if that meant an evening of horrible social interaction. It wasn’t the first party she’d been to, but if she had her way it’d certainly be the last. She usually found herself in the corner drinking and/or reading on her phone, and that was the plan this time too, at least until Alli dragged her into something insane like spin the bottle or beer pong again.

The street suddenly became packed with cars, and Allison was forced to park half a street away – merely a short walk. They made their way towards the booming music in the distance, and Cyan took note of various people headed in the same direction. All of them strangers, looking about the same age, dressed in something casual with a hint of slutty, like low-cut shirts or tight pants.

She looked between herself and her friend, noting that they were at two different ends of that sliding scale; while she wore comfortable clothing that, at most, showed off her modest cleavage (the horniest thing Allison could find in her wardrobe), the doberman wore tall boots, a short black dress with a laced back, and a spiked collar one would expect on a guard dog. It screamed goth, which wasn’t her vibe, but she was happy that Alli was happy. Seeing the dog’s thin, stubby tail wagging brought a smile to her face, and if nothing else, tonight she would be content with sharing her friend’s enjoyment.

The party house came into view, and it was undoubtedly the party house because of how many people could be seen through the windows. The building was packed, and more were streaming in; the party didn’t even officially start until sundown! The two dog girls pushed their way inside, instantly becoming enveloped by an atmosphere charged with loosey-goosey energy and the smell of booze. Whoever was hosting this party, they must have been well-off considering the number of free drinks that littered every table, like each was underneath an alcoholic’s Christmas tree.

Cyan expected to be dragged through the crowd to go meet one of their old high school or college friends (or rather, one of Allison’s friends), yet the doberman seemed to recognise as many people as she did, which was zero. She watched Alli stand on their tippy toes, trying to look for someone amidst the sea of party goers, then say something to her.

It came out as a whisper, considering the number of rowdy conversations happening all around them. She mouthed I can’t hear you and leaned in, using a paw to raise one of her floppy ears for emphasis. This time, the dark brown dog half shouted, “I’m gonna look for one of my buddies, go get a drink blue cheeks!”

With that, Alli disappeared into the bustling crowd. Her mood soured – half of her plan involved hiding behind the extrovert! No matter. She’d find some alcohol, hide in the corner, and simply enjoy the buzzed feeling until it was time to leave.

Yeah, this would be an easy-breezy house party.

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Allison left her alone with a storm cloud brewing overhead in what seemed to be a living room. Well, as alone as one could be whilst shoulder to shoulder with dozens of others sharing the space. Meekly, and with precision she’d mastered in her efforts to avoid people, Cyan manoeuvred through the space towards a table laden with bottles and picked through them.

Yucky beer, yuckier beer, dark ale, a tempting can of soft drink, Absinth? A cider! And not just any, but the border collie’s favourite flavour! She twisted the cap, took a moment to enjoy the way the sealed air puffed out, then took a swig. The beverage was a bit warm, but refreshing nonetheless. After ‘knocking back’ a few of these, the alcohol would run rampant through her system and make the evening a bit more bearable. Until then, she’d find the quietest spot to watch, like a visitor at the zoo.

Cyan grabbed a second cider then sidled her way to the stairs, up and around various rooms until she discovered the balcony – thankfully devoid of life. The introverted canine set herself up on a serviceable chair, then took another swig while she watched more newcomers arrive.

Her thoughts meandered from what should I do when I get home to that guy looks kinda hot. Look, virgin or not, she could appreciate a handsome grey wolf every now and then. Pretty girls too, not that she’d ever explore either. Unlike some who were pregnant by the end of high school, Cyan had no interest in getting laid, and especially no interest in being burdened with a child. She was perfectly fine having both time and money in successful solitude.

From the balcony, the border collie had a great view of the sunset, and by then she was nearly done with her second drink; enough to feel the alcohol easing her discomforts, not enough to be drunk. Certainly not enough to make any dumb decisions. A quick glance back inside confirmed one of the bedroom doors was still closed – she’d seen that grey wolf from earlier go in with a pretty vixen and a punk-themed dalmatian. Dog knows what they were up to now.

She turned her attention back to the front of the house, where some of the heavier drinkers were sprawled over the lawn waiting for the stars to emerge. Under cover of dim light, it seemed the more unscrupulous types were now choosing to arrive; gangs of boys looking to have a good time, girls that belonged in a strip club, and some older individuals looking to take advantage of some young drunk. Not her.

Then her perceptive eyes locked onto a group of three: two felines hoisting a buck between them, who looked quite unwell. The cats appeared hesitant or worried about their stumbling friend, but then the buck suddenly sneezed, looking relieved that he’d finally got it out. The two holding him, after a moment of surprise, seemed to relax for reasons beyond her. The trio laughed it off and disappeared underneath Cyan’s perch – through the front door.

The cogs turned quickly for the top student, and she immediately darted inside, cider forgotten. He’d sneezed; he was sick! She recalled the brief radio warning mentioning masks. This house party was about to become a plague den. She had to find Allison. Fast.

Cyan squeezed through the sea of bodies, or tried to at least. There were at least twice as many since she arrived, and the curse of the introvert reared its ugly head; she simply didn’t have the gusto to barge through or tell people to move. That meant slow, stressful progress as the thought of a possibly deadly virus reaching her at any moment. The collie’s anxiety increased tenfold when she heard a sneeze over the din of the party, followed by another. Where was Allison?!

She pushed between, twisted through, and even crawled under a table in search of her goth dog. Her ears tuned out the incessant chatter to hone in on those dreadful noises, explosions of infection, sneezes she could now hear every few seconds. Panic rose in her chest and refused to leave. Her worries manifested in a voice, too timid to be heard over anything else.

“Allison-!”

It was hopeless. She considered leaving alone, but she couldn’t abandon her childhood friend in this place! The indecision pinned her, creating a third option where she did nothing but stand there, like a deer in headlights.

“Hey, you say Allison?” shouted a voice laced with an Australian accent. Its owner was a brown-furred wolf, vodka cruiser in paw. She nodded, and he vaguely pointed his drink in a direction. “Pretty doberman with the spikey choker, she’s thataway.”

Cyan mouthed a quick thank you then bolted through the crowd, eyes peeled for her annoyingly social bestie. A room away, squeezed onto a couch with two others, was Allison, currently making out with what looked like a cross between a cat and a rabbit. Unfortunately, they were on either side of the very uncomfortable looking third, another hybrid that crossed a cardinal with an ocelot, who clearly wanted to be anywhere but between them.

To the bird’s relief, she found the courage to pull her fellow dog away and begin dragging them towards the front of the house. Alli felt unexpectedly clumsy on her feet – maybe she’d drunk too much already. As they pushed through the horde of bodies, she shouted an apology and explanation, “Sorry Alli, we gotta go. I think there are some sick people here. Not sick like, weird, but-“

“I-I dunno, I’m having fun here.” They replied, and resisted Cyan’s pull.

“Come. On!” she groaned, tugging harder – only for the doberman to slip from her grasp. Allison was squinting, clearly drunk and not sound of mind, that’s why she couldn’t understand the severity of the situation!

Cyan rounded on her, gripping both their wrists and locking eyes, ready to talk some sense into them. Allison looked dazed: mouth hanging open, half lidded eyes, scrunched nose, like she was about to-

“Achoo-!”

A fine spray of particles filled the space between them, glittering in the light for a moment before dispersing. She flinched and reeled back, but the damage was done; Cyan’s thoughts and worries vanished like water down a drain, leaving her wondering what she was even doing. She watched with a vacant expression, struggling to piece her thoughts back together, as Allison giggled and wandered off back into the crowd.

She had to find Allison. Because they had to leave. Because... The sneezing, the virus! That was it. She clamped a paw over her mouth and made her way back in, chasing the doberman’s stubby tail. All around her the party continued unabated, despite the increasing frequency of sneezes that met her ears. Did nobody care but her?

The bridge of her muzzle twinged, and like watching somebody yawn, she herself felt the oncoming need. A yawn can be stifled, swallowed, and suppressed with a modicum of effort. Sneezes, however, are not so easily defeated. They come as they please, not unlike an orgasm. The choice to sneeze or cum is hardly ever yours, it simply happens to your body with or without your consent.

She was going to sneeze, and something bad would happen. She’d lose something, but the details afterward eluded her for some reason. There was a growing sense of dread that loomed ominously, then thankfully faded as the urge disappeared on its own. The collie shook her head and continued on, weaving her way through broad shoulders and slim figures in search of her dark-furred friend. Annoyingly, they’d made their way back to where she found them, except there was some nondescript grey wolf (a familiar one) feeling up her body as if they weren’t complete strangers.

The transfem canine, normally attracted to those equally as feminine, didn’t seem to have any problem with a strong man’s paws roaming over the top of her dress, palming her very squishable mounds. In fact, she could see her friend squirming and leaning into him, even nuzzling under his chin! They must have been really drunk to go that far, and she looked forward to teasing them about it the morning after.

Cyan watched for a while, simply happy that Alli was enjoying herself, before realising why she’d come back. The blue and white dog’s pupils refocused, and she rushed in to break them up; Alli would understand, they had to. She pulled and they resisted, so she groaned with frustration, “Alli, c’mooon, why do you want to stay so bad.”

The doberman merely giggled, like her desperate tugging was some playful joke, “Relaaax blue cheeks, have some fun. There’s-“ Their own giddy natured interrupted them, and her smile grew as her eyes slightly crossed.

“I-I’m not playing around Alli! If we don’t leave now-“

“Achoo-!”

She saw it coming and spun just in time to feel the mist of amnesia spray her arm, shielding her from most of the damage. Most of it. Like a flashbang, or maybe a concussion, despite avoiding the brunt of the unintentional attack, her mind was left reeling. Get away, she’s dangerous, run was all her separated thoughts could muster.

The aftermath of the spin led her stumbling to the carpet. Run her mind repeated. More words sluggishly followed, but by then she was running – as much as anyone could through a dense forest of half-naked people. She passed in and around various duos, breaking their kissing and groping for only a moment before they rejoined, seemingly uncaring of her plight.

Was everyone going mad?! Why was nobody taking this seriously? The border collie covered her nose and chose her moments to breathe carefully. Every time a sneeze went off in close proximity, she had to fight off the urge to relax. It was like drifting off to sleep, knowing you would not wake up, despite how good it would feel to rest your eyes for just a moment.

It was a trap, she knew. The lulling defences, making everyone pliable and horny for some reason. For what reason? Her analytical mind, normally a scientific calculator, was crunching numbers like an abacus. It was only when she witnessed a victim, did she realise the true horror of her situation.

Cyan wasn’t the only one. There were others, such as a terrified mouse girl. She squeaked her way through the crowd, ducking and weaving towards the front door. That was until she was picked up by a single scaly arm. It’s owner – Cyan didn’t know how she didn’t see him before – was a huge creature that mixed draconic and vulpine features. With the dopiest grin imaginable, he brought her up to his face and sneezed as her chest swelled with a scream. Instead, it came out as a breathy sigh as the terror vanished from her face.

It was clear now; some kind of rapidly spreading sneezing pandemic! Its victims seemed to be robbed of their critical thinking; a terrifying prospect for someone like Cyan, when that was basically her whole life. It would barely have an effect on a pawful of the people coming to this party, she mused. The drunk idiots who came here to get laid wouldn’t even notice a difference. Everyone else though, herself included, was going to get that decision stripped from them.

That terrified her.

The canine’s gears were fully turning again by the time she watched the hybrid disappear into a closet, holding the mouse with the intent one typically has towards a fleshlight. Like a cheesy, horny, and hauntingly real horror scene, the door closed and muffled moans soon followed. That couldn’t be her. She wasn’t going to get turned into a mind-wiped fuckdoll.

An arm grabbed her, and she did scream, though none of the infected cared to do more than flick an ear in her direction. Cyan turned away, holding her breath for a sneeze that never came. They shook her arm, and she cautiously peeked over her shoulder; it was that brown wolf.

“Hey, mate, you alright?” he asked with a shout, looking equal parts spooked and confused, “What’s going on here?”

“I-I’m not sure, there’s sick people. They’re sneezing and it’s spreading-“ she blurted out.

“The sneezing, yeah, I’ve noticed.”

He looked around. Trying to find an exit or a friend, she couldn’t tell. The collie felt like he could trust him though, because he clearly wasn’t trying to infect or feel her up. They were alone in this, trying to survive an outbreak of dopey zombies that just seemed to want casual sex. Not the worst fate, to be honest, but not for her.

“Did you come here with anyone?” Cyan asked, tugging on his shirt. The wolf shook his head, so she shouted over the din of growing moans, “I’ve got to find Alli, then let’s leave!”

“Good idea-“ he began to say, then stopped eyes-wide as the border collie was spun around.

Right in her face, clutching her by the shoulders, was an uncomfortably large and suspiciously cheerful hyena girl. The bulge pressing into her leg suggested she was packing heavy ordinance – something she had no interest confirming. The moment after that happened so, so fast.

“Heyyy, y-you wanna…” the yeen started before that telltale nose twitch took hold. Their grip was iron, but the brown wolf was a battering ram of steel; he shoved between them, knocking Cyan to the ground just as the bomb went off – even so, her mind was left jostled.

She was on the floor. Had she been knocked over? She had, yes, by that nice guy. They were right in front of her, swaying back and forth in time with another. A pretty hyena – they’d done something to them both, something… Bad. The canine clenched her eyes shut and pressed a few fingers to her forehead, encouraging her train of thought to return.

The virus, the sneezing, escape, Allison! It all came to her, one after the other, allowing the rather unpleasant yet necessary feeling of panic to return. She got to her feet as the hyena stumbled off, apparently having entirely forgotten they were going after her, while the wolf slowly turned to her, an ominously blank expression across his face. He grinned and took a step forward.

Cyan got out, “Hey, no no don’t-!” before he grabbed her and smushed their lips together, stealing what might have been her very first kiss. Their wet dog noses pressed against one another, and a tingling tickled her nostrils. A fog rolled over her mind, but that didn’t really matter when she was making out with a wolf hottie.

She melted into the kiss, allowing him to cup her cheek and even taste each other’s tongues. It was such a nice, calm moment that she almost forgot to remember. Terribly hard thing to do, recalling information that refused to return, especially with a broad tongue exploring inside your cheeks. Slowly, after she felt the wolf move a paw down to squeeze her chest, the haze lifted from Cyan’s eyes. She remembered! The virus, her need to flee; it all loaded back into her brain like a computer boot sequence.

No! He was infected, and she was too, probably. But she wasn’t gone yet! The collie pushed off and scrambled through the crowd, leaving the disappointed wolf behind. She could tell he was giving chase, even as she barged past a horde of interlocked couples and even throuples. Allison! She wouldn’t forget this time. Cyan held onto that name and her mission like a lifeline.

Yeah, she was definitely infected; the urge to sneeze lingered in the back of her throat, rising dangerously close to her snoot. Something deep in her core knew it was all over if she let it out, and that it would erase her just like she’d witnessed in that wolf. There was an eerie finality to that idea, since it would stop being her problem once she succumbed, reduced to just another brain-dead bimbo. Like hell she’d let it happen willingly though. Cyan hunched over, blocking her nostrils and clenching everything in her face that could clench. The tingle faded, then disappeared. She hastily rubbed her nose and continued on.

Not even a minute had passed since she’d abandoned Alli before, and now the doberman was cross-eyed and grinding on her wolf’s leg like a needy pup. Cyan strode up and yanked her friend away, fully expecting to meet some resistance. Have you ever tried to pick up a cup full of water, but actually it was empty and you overextend?

Allison fell towards her willingly with the sweet, though misguided intent on relieving the border collie of her inhibitions. Cyan had intended to keep her friend at arm’s length the whole way out of the building, but now the trap was sprung. Before she could shield herself again, the goth-dog released the tension she’d been holding just for this moment.

“Achooo!”

Allison sneezed on her again, this time point blank, and it felt like an instant depressant – not that she’d ever done drugs. Her current thoughts blasted away, and instead of recoiling in any sort of disgust, Cyan found herself feeling a bit giggly. It was a fun party, so that made sense. A horny party too, given how the grey wolf embraced Alli once more and slid a paw down their dress to cop a feel.

That was kind of exciting. It shouldn’t have been, it should have made her want to disappear into a corner, but for some reason the openly lewd act was enticing to watch. That was why she merely flinched when another pair of strong, brown-furred arms reached around her waist to draw her back into the sturdy chest of their owner.

An hour ago, she didn’t know anybody at this party besides the dog she rode in with, and she still didn’t know anyone but them. The wolves feeling them up, right in front of each other, were total unknowns and the sexiest things she could imagine at the same time. Throughout the house, various conversations and group circles devolved similarly; couples coming close to embrace, wandering paws, open kisses between friends and strangers alike.

And amidst it all, now much clearer with the constant chatter dropping to provocative murmurs, was the sneezing. It was sporadic, like popcorn heating up in a house full of vulnerable kernels, each virus-blast leaving someone empty-headed and without inhibition. A few, like Cyan, were aware of the impending danger and attempted to leave or panic – until an unfortunate sneeze stole them of their concerns.

Scenes like Cyan and Allison’s were happening more and more, spreading like a contagion. A pink mouse, dressed somewhat like a punk, was thrilled to see the people he was being a bit too cheeky with were becoming eager and receptive to his horny charms. A purple-scaled lizard in the corner, previously unsure how to insert himself into the party, slowly lost his ability to care as the air filled with more infectious particles, and stepped out to join them. Another scalie, the dragon/fox hybrid from before, yanked the spasming mouse girl off his cocks and set his eyes on that tasty-looking lizard, now free to take what he wanted without recourse. A black and red sergal sneakily fingered herself off to the side, wishing someone would brazenly grope her like the two dogs she was watching.

The din of conversation was nearly extinct, replaced with whispered nothings and barely concealed groans of delight. The remaining few that had succumbed but retained their decency were able to drag a partner or two upstairs to one of several bedrooms. It didn’t take long for those rooms to fill up, even with multiple groups sharing. That’s when the party took a turn.

With the prospect of privacy denied and a bizarre lack impulse control, couples upstairs began to make out as if they were hungry for their partner’s breath, and strip each other of clothing like the fabrics concealing their modesty was merely an incumbrance. Once some started to fuck in plain sight, a chain reaction turned the house into an orgy of sex without consequence. That wasn’t true, of course, but every time someone sneezed it became increasingly difficult to care about anything like babies.

Cyan had miraculously held onto some part of her intelligence, her will refusing to be obliterated. The touch of the tainted wolf behind her was unnerving, yet a dangerous portion of her found it pleasing on some level. Her brain was still booting up since its last wipe, slowly but surely arriving at the conclusion that something was very wrong. She wasn’t the kind of girl to get felt up at a party, by a stranger no less. She preferred to be at home with a warm fire and a good book! Those adventurous paws tried to make their way under her top, intent on snaking up her belly to her breasts. She slapped lecherous wolf away as the absurdity of the situation came to her.

“S-stop it, get off!” she exclaimed.

Cyan freed herself and spun around to glare at the brown wolf, who now looked a little confused and hurt from rejection. His features became blurry as her eyes began to cross and moisture pooled. She felt that itch wrinkling her muzzle, and knew the end was approaching. Cyan tried doing nothing in hopes that the urge would fade like before – alas, it continued to grow. The collie hurriedly tried to rub her wet nose, and clench her facial muscles before-

“Aahh…”

It happened too fast. Like the moment before an orgasm you know you can’t stop, barely even a second to think about it, her life flashed before her eyes. Well, not really. It was more like falling off a cliff into something climactic, having only a fleeting moment to realise the border collie she knew her entire life would be erased. Knowing her fate made it all the more terrifying, but there was nothing to dwell on since the moment was over before she knew it.

“-achoo!”

The world spun in mild vertigo, and as she lifted her head back up, the rest of her fell to the void, leaving behind an empty Cyan-shaped vessel.

It felt really good to sneeze, and relaxing, too. As the stress left her body, so did a lot of things. They were important, probably. It was hard to remember for some reason, and harder to care. She stood there, swaying slightly with a dopey look on her face until that lecherous, no, handsome wolf took her into his arms again. He felt so good to press up against, and smelled so sexy she couldn’t help but bury her muzzle into his neck and huff. Pine and cinnamon, overshadowed by horny masculinity. She shivered.

A shuddering moan reminded Cyan that her friend was nearby, having a good time she hoped. There was something else drifting around in her mind, something about Alli that felt important, but that’s as far as she got – surely nothing important would be forgotten so easily, and so she sunk into her wolf’s arms.

She’d been drunk before, and this was a similar feeling to that, except her senses hadn’t dulled, just her thought process. For a top student like her, a decision was always considered and weighed against a torrent of doubts, inhibitions, and other variables that would lead to the most informed outcome. Whatever was happening to her had cut out that process entirely, and left her a beast of instinct. Cyan wondered how big the wolf’s bulge was, and then her paw at his crotch. No thinking, just actions.

He tugged her top up to expose soft belly, and of course she raised her arms to help him take it off fully. While she fiddled with his pants on a quest to see her first real life penis, he fumbled with the back of her bra. The nameless wolf was clearly suffering from more brain lag than she was, because he quickly grew frustrated and tore it apart. The expensive garment dropped to the floor, instantly forgotten as he leaned down to drag that broad tongue up the valley of her bare breasts.

“Aaahm~” she gasped, adding her voice to the lewd chorus singing in every room. Her partner only growled in response and tugged his own pants down, revealing several red inches of thick wolf. A girl like Cyan rarely thought of cock, much less had any desire to feel one unprotected. That girl wasn’t here anymore.

She reached down to touch and stroke him, but he wouldn’t be satisfied by a mere virgin’s handjob; he manhandled her a short distance over to the couch and pushed her over one of its arms, causing the cardinal/ocelot hybrid – who miraculously seemed to still be nervous about the whole situation – to scoot to the other side and try to hide their growing erection. The old Cyan would have had a thing or two to say about being thrown around like that, or having her tits exposed to untold strangers, but instead it felt exhilarating, especially when she felt her pants and underwear yanked down in one aggressive motion.

The border collie’s tail wagged fast enough to fly her away when she felt their raw, throbbing cock slap down between her cheeks, like a ‘dog on a bun. Cyan had a nice body, sure – breasts and ass you could grab by the pawful, curves you could appreciate in tighter clothing. Nothing to write home about, but nicer than one would expect from an introverted virgin like herself. The wolf seemed happy to run his paws along those curves at least, and grind his shaft a few times before aiming it at her sodden slit.

As his tapered tip thrust again and again, trying to find the magical angle that would deflower the border collie, she began to get that weird feeling again. It was a foreboding sense of unease, something was off, like looking into a mirror and seeing a face you weren’t making. It didn’t feel right being bent over a couch to be fucked by a stranger. That wasn’t her, was it? She distantly recalled having a higher purpose, or something.

Almost like clockwork, that twinge in the bridge of her snout returned. This time, she remembered how good it felt to finally hit that release: the sneeze and subsequent all-consuming relief. Thus, she chased that tickling sensation this time; Cyan screwed and contorted her expression in an attempt to eke it out, somewhat aware of the Aussie wolf getting closer to impaling her with dick. The hybrid at the other end of the couch watched on with valid concern.

“Aa, haa- achoo!”

Just as Allison had done to her, the collie sent a spray of particles up to cloud their beak, causing them to briefly flinch before relaxing into the couch. They suddenly looked a lot more peaceful, like they’d forgotten their problems from mere seconds ago. Their worried creases relaxed, and a dreamy carelessness overtook them.

Cyan was deep in that dream-state after flushing her system a third time, so much so that she almost forgot where she was until a searing hot shaft forced its way into her precious tunnel. Whereas being drunk normally numbed some sensations, she felt every delicious inch of the canine filling her. There was a brief twinge of pain as her virginity was ripped away by a complete stranger, yet she strangely didn’t care.

It felt so freeing to not worry, and that bliss prevented her – like all the others at the party – from thinking about what there even was to worry about. It was a kind of self-fulfilling problem – or solution, depending on the viewpoint. All around Cyan were others discarding their responsibilities and clothing, quickly followed up by slapping flesh and needy moans.

It was wonderful to bask in, like an atmosphere of pure hedonistic pleasure, but especially being fucked over a couch. The wolf was going hard on her! His hips bounced off her ass multiple times a second, and that thick knot was already starting to stretch her. The feeling of a canine knot was unfamiliar to her, just as much as a real penis was, so everything was new and wonderful. The way his shaft filled her so perfectly, tickling pleasure centres and scratching previously hidden desires, the dirty feeling of knowing she’d be impregnated without a care, and knowing dozens of eyes were watching her get fucked like a whore, just as she watched them.

Through half lidded eyes filled with tears of pleasure, Cyan finally noticed the friend she came in with: Allison was getting fucked in full nelson by that same grey wolf that’d been playing with her. He faced away, so she could only imagine the size of the cock ploughing her cute little butt. Big, if Alli’s moans or the size of his hefty balls were anything to go by. She took note of the cum dripping down his sack, despite his pace not slowing even slightly as he came inside the doberman.

Then, she watched a purple-scaled lizard pass close by to boldly sit on the lap of that hybrid, causing him to blush. Both seemed rather shy, as if coming this far was the extent of their courage. Then, the cardinal/ocelot mix abruptly sneezed, and the two boys were suddenly giddy; they rushed to shimmy out of their pants, and just as the lizard went to take a seat right on his jutting length, her world exploded.

A rush of feelings, pain mixed with overwhelming pleasure, radiated from Cyan’s gaping pussy as a knot spread her even further, threatening to pop in and seal her fate. This was it, the moment she’d be tied and subsequently knocked up. Not to a husband, boyfriend, or even anyone she knew. Just some guy at a party whose dick she wanted inside her. As that fleshy bulb passed the point return and slipped fully into her, the last thing on Cyan’s mind was the inevitable pups in nine months.

He snarled and bit down onto the scruff of her neck, she howled over the noise of a hundred others, then they both came. Dull warmth bloomed deep within, and it was the most amazing thing she’d ever felt. Better than being the smartest girl in the room, better than knowing she’d be one of the most successful people in her family. Years of hard, diligent work was nothing compared to a single creampie that would throw it all away.

The dog’s inner walls squeezed hard, milking him for all his worth. More. She wanted more – not just from him, from anyone that would take her. More cocks, more cum, Cyan was an addict without remorse. It was bizarre that getting fucked could feel so good, yet this was the first time she’d done it! While the brown wolf leaned over her and panted with post-nut clarity, they both began to reconsider what they were doing.

Cyan had time to think while she was knotted and slowly getting more seed pumped into her. Through clouds thoughts and an overwhelming desire to lay down and let anything happen, she recalled there was something to be worried about. Just before her mind could sluggishly reach some sort of conclusion, she rapidly sneezed three times in a row, instantly eviscerating every single thought; she had no idea what was going on. A quick glance up at the two boys fucking on the couch, then behind at the wolf knotting her reminded the canine of her situation. Sex! Lots and lots of sexy sex.

She giggled and wiggled her hips, feeling his throbbing length still giving a few errant spurts. The handsome wolf looked somewhat confused, and furrowed his brow as if he’d just woken up to something terrible. Then it happened to him too; one, two, three sneezes that left him a completely blank slate. It was kinda cute the way he looked down at her, saw what they had done, then wiggled his hips in tandem with hers.

Cyan could hardly even remember where she was anymore. In a house, sure, but every other detail completely eluded her. There were people all around, engaged in various acts. If she knew them, she couldn’t recall. It hardly mattered. The air was thick with the musk of sex and moans of ecstasy. It was getting harder and harder to think now, since every time she was about realise something a sudden sneeze would catapult it into the ether.

She felt a tug, then a push on her back and a pull between her legs as the wolf yanked his knot out of her. That left her sore, albeit in a good way, and leaking a miniature waterfall of cum down onto the floor. The border collie whined briefly at being left empty, now that she’d had a taste of what full felt like. She whimpered as she watched her stud turn to pounce on a black and red-furred sergal that had been watching

Cyan rested a moment longer, then heaved herself back up onto her legs. They were a bit shaky! Getting fucked was really fun, and there was not a single reason to stop. As she glanced over the orgy around her, the border collie dipped a paw down to feel her parted folds. Still gaped and aching of course, and dripping with hers and the wolf’s delicious fluids. She brought a digit up to taste and rubbed her thighs together in anticipation of getting another filling. She needed another cock.

Time blurred and moments mixed with one another. What could have been an hour could have in fact been several. It was hard to keep track, and she didn’t care to try. The only thing that mattered was chasing that feeling of being filled, again and again. From then on it was a montage of perversion, a descent into debauchery, the rise of a new Cyan.

Amongst everyone partnered up, she found a cheetah sheepishly masturbating in the corner – she had a better use for that dick. The only convincing required was an unexpected sneeze, then he was reduced to a purring kitten for her to ride. While she bounced away, another girl seated their pussy on his face. Cyan thoroughly enjoyed making out with her while he added another load of cum to her womb.

Kissing was quite fun, she discovered. The cabbit she found Alli with earlier met her in the crowd and, with a devious grin, pulled the border collie into a deep kiss. She started to exchange tongues, but instead got a mouthful of sticky semen pushed past her lips. It was so deviously naughty, Cyan couldn’t help but giggle as she gulped it down. There was something incredibly freeing about not caring about where the cum she’d swallowed even came from.

That massive dragon fox hybrid from earlier came up behind the cabbit, twin reptilian shafts bared, then sunk both into their slick holes. She was seriously impressed her new friend took a guy of his size so easily, and a little bit mad that they weren’t sharing one of his dicks with her. Then, she felt paws on her ass, spreading them for a different cock to spear her. He felt like another canine, but that detail was inconsequential – all that mattered was she was getting fucked. Without deigning to even look at her own partner, Cyan went back to making out with the cabbit as they were rutted against each other.

The border collie didn’t see much of the house of pleasure after that, just dozens of men and the occasional girl to have a lesbian experience with. She found herself in all sorts of positions, each leaving her sore and dripping with even more cum than the last. Most notable was when she was bouncing on the length of a species she couldn’t remember, a dick in each paw, while a circle of horny guys showered her in sticky ropes – a scene right out of a cheesy porno.

There were a few things that did stick with her though. She remembered grinning when those two shy boys from the couch finished with each other, only for the dragon/fox hybrid to lay them on top of one another and resize their asses simultaneously. The brown wolf who’d taken her the first time seemed obsessed with that sergal, and was simply claiming her on every single piece of furniture instead of swapping partners like everyone else. Allison was sprawled out in the middle of the floor, her ass and mouth getting used like warm fleshlights, always with at least one guy waiting his turn to go next.

She recalled seeing an amazonian lioness chasing a terrified mouse through the party. She caught her right next to where Cyan was getting pounded by a stallion, and watched as the feline picked them up to sneeze right on her cute nose. She went limp and giggly after that, allowing the huntress to strip her prey. It was fascinating to see her hold the rodent upside down, as if they intended to scissor, then the tension in her abdomen eased. As muscles unclenched, a torrent of steaming seed poured out and into the dazed mouse girl. Most sloughed off to the sides, covering her front and back in the slurry, but there was no doubt some was getting into her – she could tick lesbian impregnation off the bucket list. The volume the lioness had kept clenched was remarkable, almost as much as what the horse delivered to her own womb.

Two muscular hyena women, if one could call them that, spitroasted a catboy far more feminine than either of them. Sure, each of them sported a nice rack, but the glimpses of yeen shaft Cyan saw amidst their blurred hip movements made her drool – and that was while she was sucking off a handsome buck! A pitiful amount of seed dripped from the feline’s skirt as the two herms emptied their balls in him. The collie imagined their fluids met in the middle somewhere. Then, instead of moving onto their next victim, the hyenas simply flipped him around for a turn at the other end.

A small pile of girls, each dripping more cum than the last, laying on a ruined carpet as a pink-furred rodent fucked his latest batch into one of them. Cyan observed the mouse’s heavy sack twitch and expel his genes, undoubtedly knocking up the girl as she writhed in her own climax. He unsheathed his length, causing a gout of potent seed to spill out like one of those overdramatic anime blood spurts, then held her limp jaw open for him to spit straight in. It wasn’t disgusting at all, it was devilishly dirty. The collie found it impossible see anything as unappealing, even as the mouse remained over them, drooling into her open mouth until she gulped hard. Only then did he shuffle over to the next woman and thrust home into her fertile pussy with that fat, uncut dick. If she had to guess, he’d been fucking load after load into that mound of girls on rotation since the ‘real’ party started.

Amidst moaning and sounds of the sloppiest sex imaginable, there was still the occasional sneeze. Cyan didn’t know why people were sneezing so much, and something deep inside her was screaming to be heard. Whenever she pondered if people were sick or that something was amiss, she’d sneeze herself and wipe her memory clean. It was pretty hard to worry about forgetting why you needed to worry, after all.

And so that’s how the night went. Dozens of creampies in her unprotected pussy, at least half that many down her throat, and an uncontrollable sneeze whenever she started to think about what she was doing. Hey pussy and jaw were sore from being used so often, but that was insignificant compared to the constant bliss she was in. There was always another guy ready to make a mess of her, and she’d keep getting ruined until she found a reason to stop. That, would take a very, very long time.

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Cyan’s fur was matted with fluids, both new and old that made her blue and white coat wet in most places, crusty in others. It was in her hair, between her toes, coating her teeth, and in every hole imaginable. She didn’t remember what it was like to taste something that wasn’t cum, or smell something other than musk – not that she could remember much of anything. Her abdomen bulged slightly, simply from how much seed she’d taken into her body. It’d take a while for her cunt to stop drooling the excess, especially since she was still getting filled up.

A large grey wolf, one she vaguely recalled seeing with Alli – though, that could have been everyone at the party at this point – pulled his knot out of Cyan’s gaping pussy. This one had taken a liking to the border collie, and had fucked multiple loads into her consecutively, only bothering to pull out to his knot before starting to hump again. What had started as a virgin’s vagina was now just a loose fuckhole stained with the evidence of countless partners. He groaned and gave her butt an appreciative squeeze, then finally stumbled away out the door. His balls were practically empty, just as many others were.

The party was slowing down. Most had already left, for one reason or another. Whether they found reason or left in search of fresh people to fuck, she couldn’t say. Cyan did vaguely recall watching that giant twin-dicked hybrid through the window going out onto the street and ‘convincing’ a passing vehicle to stop so he could breed its occupants. Party goers wandered the various cum-slicked rooms and out on the streets beyond, meandering like zombies with nothing but mating instinct and a dumb grin on their face. The high energy orgy had been reduced to a few lingering groups giving lazy fucks, and several individuals passed out on the floor whose dripping holes would get used by the occasional passerby.

Cyan was one of them, barely conscious and laying on the couch she’d lost her virginity on Dog knows how many hours ago. Her head and arms hung over one side of the practically soggy furniture, waiting for someone to replace her latest lover and fill her cock-receptacle once more. Lover wasn’t the right word, and fuckbuddy wasn’t accurate either. Who were these strangers to her? They were nobody, just as she was nobody to them. Simply users emptying their balls in a fucktoy, maybe that’s what this was. Maybe she was just a warm, sloppy hole eagerly awaiting the next dick.

Finally, someone else was climbing onto the couch and mounting her. Who it was, she didn’t care. It didn’t matter. Past her glazed expression, the canine’s head was completely empty; it had been a while since she was capable of higher thought – or even medium thought. The sneezes were far and in between now.

The unknown lay over her back and slipped their length inside, easily penetrating her cum-lubed pussy. They weren’t particularly large, and she’d been stretched enough to take a horse without any prep whatsoever, but it felt good, nonetheless. However, instead of a stranger, she finally heard the voice of her childhood friend after losing them in the crowd countless encounters ago.

“Hey blue cheeks,” Allison purred, their voice tinged with exhaustion as they’d been used like a fleshlight almost as much as she had, “I’ve always wanted to do this..”

Cyan gasped as her friend’s hips softly plapped against her and their breasts pressed into her back, gently rocking the two back and forth. She could feel their shaft stirring the creamy soup in her tunnel, mixing the emanations of men easily in the three figures. There was no doubt one of the faceless men had blessed her with pups. She didn’t wonder which one had succeeded, such distant thoughts were inconceivable. All that mattered was the euphoria of being bathed with cum, inside and out.

With each thrust, Allison pushed out a little bit of the grey wolf’s latest load, causing it to run through her sticky thighs and seep into the mess congealing in the couch. Their movements were lazy, which was about the most their overused bodies could manage. The doberman was also affectionate, unlike the majority of her breeders, and leaned over Cyan’s shoulder to plant little kisses on her cheek. It was the best feeling in the world. Admittedly, she couldn’t remember many other feelings, as if her life had only really started when she joined this party.

She giggled. Getting rutted by your best friend after being absolutely ruined, knowing they’d soon add to the filthy, sexy mess? Sexy as hell. She should’ve been an absolute whore ages ago.

A brown haze entered her vision. By the time she sluggishly made the connections in her cum-brained head, the wolf who had taken her virginity many hours ago had already climbed onto the couch and slid himself home into Allison. Her goth friend, whose only remaining article of clothing was the spiked collar – which was more than the nothing Cyan had – began humping harder, but it wasn’t thanks to their efforts.

The unnamed Aussie wolf, evidently with the energy and cum remaining to do so, fucked both girls into the couch, one through the other. It was nigh impossible to put two and two together, but somehow she figured out he was knot-fucking her straight from the start. If Alli’s holes were half as used as hers, it was entirely believable he’d pushed that bitch-breaker right in like it was no more challenging than the rest of his length.

A shape appeared in front of her nose, and before she even realised it was another dick, she was eagerly sucking like a cheap whore. She felt a grip on her ears as a pinkish blob fucked her mouth, then it tugged her head up. It was that breeder mouse, still good for another round of two just like the wolf. He seemed to enjoy watching her expression as she swallowed his length whole – in a matter of hours, she’d gone from sucking zero dicks to having basically no gag reflex, same as any good slut.

This was what she loved, getting used like a public breeding hole. There was nothing else to Cyan, it had all been sneezed away a millennia ago. Taking cocks and cum, getting dirty and degraded with musky fluids, being bred over and over, whether that be a childhood friend or complete stranger. That was who she was now, just an eager to please collection of slutty holes with a single purpose.

It was an extremely simple existence, and immensely satisfying. Had she the thought capacity to choose, she would have given up her life of study long ago. It didn’t matter anymore, none of it did. She couldn’t even consider consequences, since the moment a thought like that started to build, so did a sneeze. Recovering, fixing herself, going back to her old life – these were all concepts that would elude her for the foreseeable future, and that didn’t worry her.

How could it?

There was nothing going on in her head, no thought process to snap her out of her new cycle of fucking and breeding. That’s just how the new Cyan liked it. She was free. Why care about how much cum from total strangers coated every inch of your body, or how the countless loads she’d taken in her vagina were unprotected? All that mattered was the delicious cock filling her mouth and the one cumming in her pussy.

She could barely feel it, but Alli was seeding her with the rest of what her little balls could muster. Maybe it was her imagination, maybe the doberman was simply throbbing and it was someone else’s cum she felt oozing around inside. Cyan liked to imagine it was her friend knocking her up. That would be really hot.

She swallowed half the mouse’s load and let the rest paint her muzzle, then lay there while the brown wolf finished his own orgasm. As the canine slipped his knot back out – just as easily as it went in – she felt her jaw get tugged open. Cyan’s eyes focused just enough to make out a shiny trail of saliva going from the mouse’s lips down to her. She moaned as she accepted his filthy gift, satisfying their dirty pleasures to no end.

The couch creaked wetly as the wolf got up and wandered off with the rodent in search of new prey. The border collie was content to lay comfortably with Alli’s length buried in her as someone else climbed on and mounted them. Yet another stranger came over to use her drooling maw, then at some point she realised Allison and the other had gotten off when some sort of equine pushed their shaft between her lower lips.

One more creampie, followed by another, then another. Nobodies she would only have a chance of remembering the face of if her child shared some similarities. The night stretched on, and so did the dirty pleasures, leaving her aching in the best way possible.

Sunlight began to stream through the windows to create a shine on the slickness covering Cyan’s body. She, like every surface and some of the walls in every room, was coated in layers of fluids, the source of which Dog only knew. Her body was numb, and disappointingly devoid of cock.

The border collie raised her head, finding herself in an empty home, bar for a few other ruined whores littering the sticky floors. It took a minute to stand as she fought her shaky legs, then went off to search for Allison; she had a funny feeling she’d meant to do that a while ago. Her pawpads left sticky strands when she lifted them, and her pussy leaked as she walked, adding to the all-consuming puddle. A few rooms over, where the sounds of wet macaroni continued, she found Alli with her head down, ass up, getting rutted by some sort of lagomorph.

He chittered as he came, then slumped off to the side, quickly succumbing to exhaustion. His dick twitched in the air, but nothing came out of him or leaked from Allison’s gaping hole – he was dry, had been for a while. The doberman stirred and turned her head, dragging her muzzle through a defiled rug, then spotted her friend.

“Oh, hiya blue cheeks…” she mumbled.

Cyan knelt down and jammed two digits in their thoroughly-used tailhole to scoop out a white glob, eliciting a gasp from the dog, then licked her fingers clean. It tasted deliciously naughty, so she returned the favour. The border collie gathered some from between her own legs to feed to the cum-coated goth, who obediently opened up. Soon after that, they were rolling around in that filthy rug indulging in each other’s tongues.

Sadly, all things must end, but that doesn’t mean they can’t start again~

The two canines stumbled out of the party house, leaning on each other for support and looking like victims of a horny werewolf pack. They were naked, save for Allison’s collar and an unhealthy coating of semen, and headed vaguely in the direction they believed Cyan’s home was. It didn’t occur to them that they’d driven here, not that it mattered – Alli’s car keys were lost in a swamp of cum-stained clothing somewhere.

The blue and black collie had a desire to sleep, and an ever-lingering desire to fuck even more. She was addicted, one could say. Always looking for the next fix – a nice and thick cock. Even as they shuffled down the sidewalk, occasionally trampling through front gardens, she played with Alli’s nipples and vice versa. A concerned voice grabbed their attention, belonging to a brown bear donning a nightgown.

“Hey, hey!” he called out as he jogged up to them, “Are you two okay? W-what happened?”

Cyan exchanged a glance with Alli before turning to the bear, giddy and dazed as usual. The bridge of her snout itched as she approached him. He blushed and tried to avert his gaze from her naked and filthy body, though the musk still hit him like a sledgehammer. She clasped the edges of his gown and dragged it aside, exposing his furred chest as their eyes met.

“I-I need-“ she said, struggling to get the words out as something built up within her. Pleasure rose like an orgasm, and you wouldn’t stop an orgasm would you?

Alarm overtook the bear as he tried to pull away, but Allison grabbed onto him too. The two dogs sneezed in his face, one after the other, reducing him from worried to stunned to air-headed. Nothing else was needed to push the big hunk down onto his lawn and pull that robe apart.

Cyan straddled his waist, panting heavily while Alli moved to sit on his muzzle. A quick tug of his boxers revealed a satisfyingly large length, and still growing. She gasped, “I need your dick~”