All in the Family 2: The Best Hand
Story by Jette on SoFurry
Wish I had a better title, but that's okay ^_^
“So that’s where you’ve been this whole time? Hiding in Mythril Mountain with dick in your throat?” Mabel watched Dane shuffle the deck of playing cards like a hawk, smirking as he dealt out the cards to her, then himself. The soft glow in her crystalline, magenta eyes lit up her cards, but didn’t reflect their values. She smirked.
Dane chuckled as he swept up his cards with a single hand, scratching his bare chest with the edge of a few before shuffling them about. He smirked, then looked across the table to her. “In my defense, I think I got a pretty sweet deal out of the whole thing. Besides, you’re the last little sorceress I’d hide from.”
Mabel relaxed back in her chair with a deep sigh, wearing the remnants of her underclothing, a laced bra that did almost nothing to hide her nipples and silk panties alongside her cape. No matter how many hands she lost, her embroidered caster’s cloak was the last thing she removed. “Who said I wanted you to hide from me?” She shuffled the cards in her hand before placing two on the table face down and taking another two from the deck. Her eyes narrowed before she looked up to Dane with a nod. “Maybe I prefer making you dance around naked for me every week.”
“No cards for me.” Dane flicked a wrist frivolously before holding up his hand and dropping it on the table. Mabel did the very same, leaning forward to glance at Dane’s cards on the other side of the table as he did the same. “Flush beats a couple pairs, darling.” He winked as Mabel glared even harder at the cards, as though they’d change if she stared long enough.
After a while she rolled her eyes before pushing herself back from the table and standing up. She stepped over her previously tossed clothing before making her way over to Dane’s side with her little paws at her sides, retracting each of her claws one at a time with her tail swaying behind her. Dane turned to face her with one leg crossed over another, even sitting down he matched her height, nothing more than four feet and a couple inches at most. Whether it was her height and that lush, snow-white fur all over her body, that cocky attitude, or the way her hips, thighs, and breasts swayed and jiggled when she walked that drove him wild, he couldn’t quite tell, but he was comfortable not knowing in the slightest.
Mabel reached for her bra, but before she could manage to take it off, Dane lifted a hand. “Hold on.” With another flick of his wrist, a blurry figure made its way into her peripheral, wearing clothes of black and white. It took her a moment to remember where they were, but then again, it was no different than any other time they’d catch each other in public.
Eyes from all around the bar were watching, completely glued to her body, but not a single one of them mattered. It wasn’t the first time Dane got her topless in public, and as long as he continued to be her favorite kind of company, it wouldn’t be the last. The barkeep finally made his way to the table’s side after bumping into it, his eyes glued to her body with a tray of drinks in his scaly hands.
Dane cleared his throat softly at first, then once more with purpose. The barkeeper’s head whisked around with the rest of his body as the drinks spilled on the tray and some on the table. The strong scent of liquor filled the air as the drake lowered the tray of shot glasses just in front of Dane.
“Thanks.” Dane turned back to Mabel and lifted a shot glass. “Go ahead and put it on the loser’s tab.” He saw the drake off with a smirk before looking back to Mabel.
“Here’s to those sweet tits!”
A number of others lifted their drinks and hollered as Mabel reached behind herself and snapped off her bra. Her breasts weren’t that big, but it flung off her body and landed at her feet. The bar cheered as Dane grinned even wider. Anyone watching would’ve been able to see his erection tugging at his pants, but with only two items of clothing left, there were only a couple rounds until he’d have someone to take care of it.
Dane knocked back the shot as Mabel turned away and then a second as she got comfortable in her seat again. He reached for the cards, but before he could manage to, she swiped all of them and began to shuffle.
“I’ll shuffle and you can cut.” She started to shuffle but stopped after only a few riffles, grabbing a shot of alcohol and gulping it down. When she presented the deck, Dane passed her a shot and they toasted before he cut the deck. It was only a moment later that she won with a straight, and a minute after that, two pairs.
Dane kicked away his socks and pants, sitting in his chair with only his boxers on. His cock noticeably hung out of the opening in the front, and Mabel grinned at the sight…but winning was far more important than anything else. When she presented the deck to cut, Dane lifted the cards and shuffled them on his own, handing the deck back.
“You cut.”
Mabel did so without a cocky grin. Over the alcohol, she could smell victory…she could taste it. “Scared?”
Dane passed out the cards before lifting up his hand. It wasn’t perfect, but a full house was amazing nonetheless. That, and between simply keeping it and attempting to get better cards, luck wasn’t on his side. Mabel, on the other hand, noticeably looked through her hand without shuffling them, nodding before holding up her cards in a single hand.
“Not a chance!” Dane dropped his hands revealing a trio of kings and a pair of 9s. “Full house!”
Mabel burst into laughter. “Hah!” She slammed down her hand to reveal a straight flush in the suit of spades. “Straight flush!”
The small bar cheered as Mabel raised a fist to the sky, then once more as she lifted a glass of liquor. Dane chuckled with a shake of his head, picking himself up from his seat to move over to Mabel’s side. She turned her chair to the side with a whisk of sparkling, pink magic and faced Dane directly. At first, she looked down to his cock, hard and throbbing, drooling precum copiously before touching the tip with the bottom of one of her pads.
“Go ahead, darling. Take em off.” She winked as the small crowd began to chant from their seats, slamming their fists on the wooden tables in unison. Even the barkeep followed the chants, grabbing a nearby mug to pound the table with.
Dane nodded and gripped the sides of his boxers, slowly pulling them down just the way Mabel liked before tossing them to the side. Completely naked, he accepted his defeat, and the terms of their agreement, kneeling down with a shake of his head.
“Almost had ya.”
Mabel chuckled, leaning to the side and flicking out her tail. “You’ll have plenty of time to reminisce after your end of the bargain. Now, why don’t you be a good servant and clean off my foot, you seem to have gotten it dirty.”
She lifted her foot toward Dane’s face. The top of it was glistening with his pre, and it dripped off the pad on the underside. “And let’s make this fun, hm? Why don’t you go ahead and give it the same treatment you gave to King Crys’s cock.”
Dane stared at her foot for a moment then leaned forward, his palms flat on the ground as he opened his mouth wide. Mabel’s small foot fit in perfectly, and just as she demanded, he cleaned himself off of her foot with his tongue. He massaged the pads of her feet and cleaned her claws, subtly bobbing up and down, pushing forward and pulling back as she watched with a grin. He began to deepthroat her foot, only gagging when she curled her little toes, and uncurled them near the back of his throat.
“You’re quite good at this.” Mabel’s breaths grew deeper and her paws trembled as she reached out for a drink. “Though I shouldn’t be surprised, I’m sure Crys gave you tons of experience, didn’t he?”
Mabel’s enjoyment began to soak through her panties, the lacy white almost turning a little grey as it was soaked. She pulled her right foot from his mouth and stuffed the left inside, gripping the side of the chair with one hand and reaching the other inside of her panties. She parted herself with a shallow gasp, slipping a pair of digits inside. She wrapped her tail around his neck, pressing her pads into his tongue as her crystalline juice spilled forward, dripping off of the chair and onto the tip of Dane’s cock, then into his puddle of precum. Her heart throbbed and her vision went blurry as she neared her orgasm.
“F-Fuck…” She gritted her teeth, ripping away her panties with her free hand, tossing the soaked cloth to the ground in a rush. Her pussy convulsed and clenched around her fingers hungrily as she curled her toes, her mouth ajar and her expression faded.
She parted herself with two digits before screaming out, her voice echoed and hearty. Streaks of blue lightning entangled both her and Dane as she squirt, the thin, stream of glowing, almost silvery liquid pouring over Dane’s head and face. It ended almost as quickly as it had begun, leaving her panting, massaging her clit with one deep breath after another. She stuffed her foot further in Dane’s mouth with a chuckle, reaching forward to grab a handful of his thick, disheveled, black hair.
“Have I ever told you how handsome you look when you’ve got a foot in your mouth?” She smirked, spreading her legs a little wider. “Go ahead, clean me up.”
Dane spat out her foot before scooting forward a little more. He dove between her thighs, doing as she demanded without a complaint. She could feel his lips form a smirk of his own against her furry sex, then he did as he was told. His tongue ran teasingly over her, he kissed her fluffy fur and moved onto her thighs with similar strokes.
She sighed softly, lifting a shot glass and pouring the contents on her belly and between her legs. “Oops.”
Mabel winked as Dane looked up to her, climbing her body with kisses and strokes of his tongue until they were looking into each other’s eyes. “Have I ever told you how beautiful your eyes look when I’ve got my tongue in your mouth?”
“I can’t say that you have…” She leaned forward and Dane returned the gesture, but before their lips could meet, Mabel lifted her foot to Dane’s cock and pressed it against his belly, shoving him onto the ground. “And you won’t, not today.”
She picked herself up from the chair and stood over Dane with a hand out. He took it and rose up to a knee, laughing.
“At any rate.” She reached down for Dane’s boxers and handed them over. “You had a favor you wanted from me, right?”
Dane nodded, reaching down for her bra and leaning forward, putting it on her. “Yeah, but let’s get outta here first. Can’t have too many eyes watching and ears listening.”
*
“So, you’ve got to teach the king’s daughters all about mating, and you want me to help you out, hm?” Mabel made a smooth rising motion with her left paw, using her power to levitate a small teacup into the air before sipping from it. Dane lifted his normally, looking about her cramped little home with an adoring smile. Scrolls and spellbooks littered the floor alongside wands and vials of all shapes and sizes, some of them broken. There was just barely enough space for her little table and the pair of chairs they sat in, but she made it work.
“I do.” Dane set down his cup and leaned back in his chair. He leaned further and further until his arms began to flail and he leaned forward. Furniture so small was hard to get accustomed to. “I figured that you wouldn’t mind helping me…gauge their interest.”
Mabel finally lowered her cup, leaning to the side of her chair with one leg crossed over another and her digits knitted together on the table. “Go on…”
“The king’s already told them about my job around the mountain. Needless to say, I’m sure it’s an odd concept for them. The youngest daughter, Lilac, spent most of yesterday prodding me for answers, while the eldest, Luna…” Dane paused for a long while. “Actually, I think Luna’s actually talked to me less since he mentioned that. Ocea is sort’ve caught between the two. In any case, I thought it could be fun— that and I figured you wouldn’t mind getting off in front of a crowd again.” He smirked.
She physically waved off his comment with a sigh. “And you expect me to do this all without a touch of that wealth that Crys is supposedly bestowing you with?” She crossed her arms, noticeably interested in the idea, but firm on her stance. “I do not work for free, though I’ll gladly to give you a free lesson in humility any time you think it’s a good idea to bet against me.”
Mabel shot a cocky, knowing smirk across the table and Dane returned it with a toothy grin. “Oh? If you’re still giving them…” Dane reached into his left pocket, digging around before lifting out the deck of cards from the bar. He popped them out of their gold and black box before riffling them. He placed the deck in the center of the table and locked his fingers together, resting his chin on them. “I’ll take another one of those lessons.”
She snatched up the cards with a loud, though cute, sinister laugh. “Then I’ll gladly give you another…but since you’re already my bitch for the night, why don’t we raise the stakes? Slave for a month, no exceptions.”
Her hand was the first to leave her side, reaching out open palmed toward Dane. That grin didn’t waver even for a moment and her tail flicked in anticipation. “Deal?”
Dane took his sweet time in reaching across the table, shaking Mabel’s hand with a grin of his own. “Deal.”