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Patrick gasped as he awoke, panting and trembling like he'd been running, or dreaming about running. The sheets wrapped around his body were drenched in sweat, clammy and clinging to the human male's tanned skin, and his cock... his eyes widened, and a strained, grunting gasp escaped him as his back arched and his fingers flexed helplessly against the sheets in which his otherwise bare body was bound.

"A-ahhfuck..."

With his first waking word, Patrick moaned as he felt himself start to cum. He stared down blindly in the darkened room, helplessly bucking his hips, trembling, huffing loudly as he felt his cock straining and shooting thick ribbons of cum out both over the sheets and across his own lean stomach to which the bedding had his erection pinned. The climax was powerful and pleasurable even though he never once laid a hand upon his straining member, and by the time it began to wane Patrick was shivering and breathless with fatigue from its unexpected intensity. He gave a strained whimper, and as one hand pushed itself through the nightly tangle of his short blond curls, the other reached down the length of the bed to begin attempting to free his torso and legs from the not only sweat-drenched but now cum-stained and uncomfortably sticky sheets.

As his hand reached down the length of the bed though, they touched something. Something not soft and cotton-like, nor even sweat-drenched and clammy. Something soft. Warm. Fluffy. And... moving.

It squeaked, not in fright, not in shock, but in pleasure at his touch. Patrick panicked, and as he flailed and urgently sat bolt upright, fumbling for the switch to the bedside lamp, he could suddenly see movement in the gloom all around him. Not just on the bed in which he was lying, but all around. On the floor. By the window. To the bedroom doorway and beyond. Everywhere... movement. Quivering, trembling movement, and soft grunts, whining, whimpering that before he had tuned out as mere background noise, but now seemed louder and more universally urgent with every passing second.

He flipped the light on, and gave a cry of surprise. Not fright... for what he saw was by no means a terrifying or nerve-wracking sight, but to say it wasn't what he had expected to see was the understatement of the century.

Surrounding the blonde, pale skinned man, all around and indeed in more than one instance_upon_his bed, were animals. Creatures... fluffy like rabbits, but sleeker and longer, more like an otter in body form. They were larger than rabbits too, and while they were certainly quadrupeds, there was something about their faces; the expressions, the emotiveness, that betrayed intelligence. Of course, all of these factors were secondary to that which Patrick noticed first of all. The one fact that above all others could not be ignored.

These creatures, these fluffy, quivering balls of grey, brown and white fur all over his room, were fucking.

They were paired off. Not a single solitary figure lay amongst the trembling, quivering,_fucking_pairs, though even from a quick glance Patrick could recognise why this was the case. There was no gender barrier here. No divisions or seeming taboos. The pair whose fur he had brushed against, lying upon the bed beside his left leg, were a male and a female. He could see this because from where he was sitting the couple were facing away from him, and with her rump lifted into the air and her thick, stubby tail lifted higher still the female's nether regions were lewdly exposed as the male's cock humped its way rapidly in and out of her. Down on the floor just beside the bedside table upon which stood the lamp now illuminating the room, two females with almost snowy white coats went down on one another with nuzzling noses and rough, hungrily lapping tongues. And almost immediately beside them, two males stood upon their hind legs, pressed forward against one another with forepaws linked and their twitching cocks rubbing up against the other male's own as they licked and whimpered at one another's open, gasping muzzles.

"Oh... o-oh god, what... what is this?"

As he whispered to himself in fearful curiosity, Patrick couldn't ignore the fact that even as he watched these myriad creatures writhing and fucking all around him, his cock was beginning to strain and throb once more. It didn't matter that somehow their presence had already worked him to what had almost been a wet dream, for he could think of no other reason why he'd have reacted that way mere seconds after waking up if_not_as a direct result of these creatures' presence. It didn't matter that he should have been spent for at least another quarter of an hour or twenty minutes at the very, very minimum. He was hard again. He was horny again, and even though he had still not even come close to touching himself, he felt like at any moment he could cum.

With a sudden crackle, a flash of bright light and an oddly cork-like popping sound, another pair of the fluffy critters materialised out of nowhere at the foot of Patrick's bed. The flash lit up the only dimly lit room like noonday sun, and at once, as this new male and female pair looked around themselves, shivered, and immediately began to breed with nether regions already primed and ready to go, all the other pairs began to squeal in obvious ecstasy. Patrick watched, wide eyed and breathless as juices gushed from the nether regions of the female creatures and those males not able to keep themselves locked within or pressed up against their own trembling lover began to shoot thick, surprisingly abundant streaks of cum across their own rounded, fluffy bellies and out over the creatures against whom they were bucking and grinding.

"Ah! A-aaahh!"

Perhaps twenty seconds later, just as the creatures were beginning to settle from their en masse eruptions of ecstasy, pleasure surged through the human male's already achingly sensitive cock. His eyes bulged, his hips bucked helplessly upward from the bed, and for the second time since waking up Patrick found himself suddenly and fiercely locked in the midst of a brutally passionate and pleasurable orgasm.

This time, the human male barely had time to recover before there was another flash, another pop, and no fewer than three pairs of the breeding fluffballs appeared in random locations throughout the room. The others, including the previous pair to arrive, squealed and writhed in pleasure, and though Patrick prepared himself this time round and promised himself that he would not give in, when the time came there was absolutely no_choice_ given towards what he felt wash over him. It was as innate and necessary as his heartbeat. He had to cum. He had to spill his seed. And he did, finally tearing the sheets away from himself and watching his cock spray his lean torso with ribbons of cum with wide, glazed eyes and a lingering cry of joy.

Over and over the flashes came, and as the time between each one diminished until they were almost back to back, so too did the lag between whatever was prompting the creatures themselves to cum and whatever delayed that same reaction within Patrick. He lay flat upon the bed, unable to sit, unable to move other than writhing and kicking and gurgling in unbearable but delirious back to back bouts of euphoria. At first he merely painted himself with his seemingly endlessly rejuvenating and re-filling supply of seed, but as more and more of the needy, endlessly excitable creatures appeared all around him, crowding onto the bed as the floor found itself full to capacity, he was painting them as well, then exclusively. Soft fur rubbed against Patrick's trembling body from all angles, teasing and tickling, working each orgasmic peak to ever more potent extremes. Their squeals rang out louder and more shrill in their own ecstasy as he rained his cum down upon them, like his presence and lust was as infectious to them as theirs seemed to be to him.

There came a point where Patrick's arms were filled with writhing, squealing, cumming critters, and the floor around his bed was not just packed to capacity, but overflowing to the point where many pairs were humping and writhing atop others. He ran his fingers giddily through the delicate fur of the couples grinding and bucking upon his smooth skinned form, occasionally touching a twitching cock or finding a digit slipping between two flushed and damp lips to great and howling cries from their owners. In turn, he barely found himself able to_stop_cumming, one orgasm bleeding near seamlessly into the next. He was so outnumbered, so overwhelmed that there was no time to stop and think about how this situation had come about, or how he would resolve it. All he could do was cum, and cum, and keep on cumming. But, really? That was okay. Patrick was so lost to his lust already, so out of his mind with pleasure, that he really didn't care about finding a way to stop any more... if indeed he ever had.

All he wanted, all he needed right now, was a mate of his own. One more critter, one more creature to add to the legion that already outnumbered him, but were too busy with one another to devote themselves to his needs. Someone, or something, to ensure that the one solitary creature left in this room was at last able to put his body, and his pleasure, to the same shared good use as all those around him.

By Jeeves