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Rolling his shoulders and shrugging into his green velvet coat Pebble tugged it closed and ran his pink furred fingers along the buttons. With the coat done up the mew turned from side to side, frowning at the way the silly garment flared and flowed around his waist. The tights were just as bad, they clung to his legs, showing off his powerful muscles before ending a good two inches above his ankles. He looked stupid and the big green hat with a white fluffy fur-rim covered his hair.

"I look stupid," Pebble groused at Ephraim who was floating nearby admiring him, "I mean is this really necessary?"

"You agreed to come to Krei's party," the blue mew said with a smile, adjusting his own red velvet coat, "Not my fault you didn't read the invite and just said yes," he floated around Pebble and reached out to adjust the collar of his coat, "So we have to abide by the dress code and theme of the party."

Turning around to face his pale blue furred friend Pebble shook his head, "All of it?

"Yes," Ephraim grinned and drifted closer and wrapped his arms around Pebble, "All of it."

Brushing back some of Ephraim's dark blue hair Pebble pressed his snout against Eph's, "At least you always look adorable, I just look stupid, it's totally unfair."

"You're cute too," Ephraim whispered, his paws parting two of the buttons of Pebble's coat so he could slip a paw inside and brush his fingers across Pebble's stomach fur, "We're mew, we are meant to be cute and hot and desirable."

"But this is going to be so embarrassing," Pebble grumbled, ducking his head and sliding away from Ephraim's touch, "I mean everyone is going to see us."

"That's the point, we are to inspire, bring some cheer and have some fun," Ephraim drew back his muzzle splitting into a cheeky grin, "I'll meet you there, it's time!"

With a crack of displaced air the blue mew teleported out and Pebble sighed softly and turned back to the mirror to look at himself, "Why did I let him talk me into this," he muttered to himself then smiled quietly at his reflection, "I guess I do look kind of cute like this."

Shaking his head Pebble reached out with his mind and teleported himself across town to where he could sense Ephraim. It was the edge of a small square, surrounded by houses and illuminated by bright street lamps. Ephraim was standing nearby, big blue feet on the pavement, gaze locked on the house over the road. He turned, ears perking up in response to the sound of Pebble's teleport and the blue mew brushed back his long mane of blue hair floated over to bat the dangling pom of his hat.

"This'll be so much fun you'll see I promise you won't regret tonight."

"We'll see," Pebble murmured and started to cross the street towards the house, "I just... have never been to one of these parties before."

"You'll be fine Pebs," Ephraim enthused then hurried past to dart up the steps. Moments later': the door was opened by a tall, broad shouldered ninetales with ice white fur. He was wearing an outfit similar to theirs, tights, a red velvet coat that flared around his waist and a ready grin for the pair of mew's as he stepped aside to let them in.'

"Eph great, and Pebble too," how bowed his head politely to the pink mew, "I'm Damien and it's great to meet you at last."

"Ah nice to meet you," Pebble murmured as he moved past the ninetales into the hall, "Ephraim has mentioned you. Where's Krei? Or the big bird just left you on door duty?"

Laughing the fox pushed the door shut and moved back towards the living room were a couple of other poke-morphs were gathered, "Krei is cooking up a storm mostly. He's barely left the kitchen. Hey guys the mew are here," Damien called out to the others lounging around in the living room.

Pebble looked around the cozy room that awaited. At some point it had been two rooms, probably a living room and dinning room but now the archway that spanned the centre of the room was the only remaining hint of the old structure. The room itself had several large sofas in it, a coffee table practically groaning under food and several other morphs. There was Erakir, their dragonite friend who ran a small market stall specialising in rare crystals polished and crafted into decorative shapes. His jacket looked like it was half a size too small, straining across his shoulders and restricting his wings. From the way the fabric was bunched up at the back it looked like it hadn't been designed for someone with wings.

Sitting next to him was Carlos, the fuschia furred espeon was giving Ephraim a run for his money on prettiest boy. His elf jacket was fine and costly silk and the borders and buttons decorated with glittering red stones designed to match the jewel embedded in his forehead. Perched daintily on the edge of the sofa Carlos had a champagne flute held in one hand filled with a bubbling orange drink. His white and pink striped jacket clung to his frame, accentuating his sleek muscular frame and his free hand was holding Erakir's left. Erakir had a large pillow in his lap and was blushing somewhat as he turned to say hello to the newcomers. Carlos however didn't let go of Erakir's hand and grinned slyly at the felines then winked.

Grinning softly at that Pebble accepted a glass of the bubbly orange drink which he was assured was called buck's fizz. Looking in at the liquid he took a sip and stuck his tongue out at the weird flavour. Orange juice and champagne didn't belong in the same glass he was sure. Turning he looked for Ephraim and let himself smile in genuine affection at the sight of Ephraim held tucked under one of Flint's arms suffering a noogie to his thick blue mane. The black scaled charmeleon was short, stocky, heavily muscled and looked like Santa's disgruntled elf with the cigar held expertly in one corner of his muzzle. His elf costume fit perfectly however, it was all sharp lines and crisply pressed with a pair of v-shaped lapels that screamed style.

Squirming helplessly in the charmeleon's grip Ephraim laughed and battered against his chest as Flint went from teasing him to hugging him and smirked across the room at Pebble.

"I don't know how Eph here convinced you to come Pebble but I'm glad you did, you'll enjoy yourself Krei knows how to throw a party," he pointed to one corner of the room, "I talked Ruff into coming myself, you can hang out and be socially awkward together."

The arcanine in the corner waved his glass and smiled shyly at the mew, "He practically forced me out the door. The big meanie wouldn't take no for an answer."

Flint leered at the big fire dog, puffing on his cigar, the violet flame of the reptile's tail flickering and pulsing, "That's because you were trying to be a bad dog and not come. I spent a lot of money on these costumes so i wasn't going to let you waste it by not attending."

The arcanine blushed as half the room turned to look at him in his sharp red jacket, the white trim set off the cream of his mane beautifully. His slightly pillowy soft frame tucked in so the suit flattered him in all the right ways.

"It's a very nice suit," Carlos purred with a teasing grin, "I'm glad Flint made you join us, now that we are all here we should find our host?"

"I'll go check," Damien murmured, turning toward the kitchen doors, nine tales whirling behind him magnificently, leaving a ghostly trail of blue-white light in their wake. He stopped however as with a bang Krei pushed open the kitchen door with one foor and stepped into the room carrying a large tray of food, "I'm here, this was the last... he stopped as the gust of wind that followed him in from the kitchen blew the ash off the end of Flint's cigar. It fell but never reached the carpet as a bubble of pink light engulfed it and gently swept it all into the open fire.

"Sorry about that Flint," the fearow smiled, "I have the back door open to stop the kitchen getting unbearable whilst I'm cooking."

"Hey no worries man," Flinty curled his tail around and stuck the end of the cigar into the flame on the end and puffed it back alight, "Not like... I've not got a ready lighter to hand."

Chuckling quietly Krei smiled and pushed the kitchen door shut, "Well then looks like everyone is here, Pebble, Ephraim lovely to see you both I've got pigs in blankets here, who wants one?"

"Me," Ephraim cheered and floated over to relieve Krei of the tray, the blue mew having taken the opportunity to escape Flinty's playful greeting whilst he re-lit his cigar, "These look great," he murmured helping himself to a sausage wrapped in bacon and floating the tray onto the table, "So now we're all here shall we get the party started?"

"Of course," Krei said with a grin, spreading his wings wide and lifting his apron over his head. Underneath the fearow was wearing nothing except a pair of burgundy spandex speedos held in place by a heavy leather belt that merged with the leather straps that circled his torso. The harness joined together in the centre of his chest around a solid gold ring, the whole ensemble a single piece of clothing cleverly designed to be irremovable as long as the belt buckle was done up. This was accomplished by using a small gold padlock and the whole outfit was topped off by a burgundy stocking hat with a big chiming bell on the end instead of a fur pom-pom.

Flint and Carlos whistled and Krei gestured at his guests, "Come on everyone, you know the dress code, stockings, trousers and elf jackets are for getting to and from the party."

Carlos was next, the fuschia furred espeon leapt to his feet and flung off his silk jacket. The delicate fabric sighed down his arms and exposed his striped pink and white candy cane coloured harness. His speedo had the same striped pattern and his cap and belt were adorned with candy cane decorations all the way around. He looked good in it, his svelte body, smooth fur and toned abs fitted the harness beautifully and he turned to pull Erakir up off the sofa.

"Come on dragon boy, out of that jacket and show us all the view we have been waiting for."

Erakir grunted softly then flexed his wings and rolled his shoulders, his elf jacket split then burst off his broad bulk and he emitted a satisfied sigh, "That thing was so not designed for wings, so..." the dragon rumbled with a faint blush marring his cheeks, "How do I look?"

His speedo and harness combo was a pale ice blue to match his stocking cap and the leather clung to his scaled hide, stretching and shifting as he walked forwards into the centre of the room and turned slowly so everyone could get a good look.

"Not bad," Damien said, "I'm surprised you could get one big enough for you to fit," he teased with his eyes roving over the dragonite's body, "You are sporting more of a bulge then I would have expected however, for a dragon."

"Yes well," Erakir sat back down and pulled his pillow back into place, "Someone has been teasing me since I arrived," he glowered at Carlos who wiggled his fingers, "It's custom made to fit me, unlike that jacket... now you."

Damien grinned quietly and unbuckled the belt holding his jacket closed, the ninetales let the fabric slide down his arms and pool around his feet. His harness was a soft pale orange, like candlelight and his speedo shimmered as the spandex caught the light. It almost seemed to reflect the light into his fur as he posed there, grinning quietly for everyone to admire his body. His part time job and hobby was modelling clothing and his body showed that he spent hours in the swimming pool to create a suitable swimmer's physique.

"Well there we go, you can all ogle me but now I want to see Flint and Ruff."

Flint ground out the stub of his cigar and wriggled free of his smoothly tailored suit. Beneath his harness was a deep rich pine-tree green, almost black in the lights. The lizard stretched his arms behind his head and posed, head tilted, arms folded behind his neck and let everyone get a good look at him.

Ruff stripped slower, blushing deeply, ears flattening as Flinty whistled but the big fire dog stripped obediently and folded his jacket to one side. He was a big dog and incredibly cuddly looking, looming over everyone except Erakir. His harness was white with red stitching and his stocking cap had a red fur-band and a white body with a big snowflake on the end. It suited him quite well though the harness was pulled somewhat taught by his big cuddly belly.

"Ok.. now the cats," he gruffed eyeing Pebble and Ephraim who were still all dressed up, "If I have to wear this I want to see it on Pebble."

Drifting up into the air Pebble glanced at Ephraim and motioned for him to join him. The blue mew eagerly floated up next to him and grinned at Pebble. The pink mew closed his eyes for a moment, still not entirely believing he was doing this. After a moment he used his psychic powers to teleport his jacket and stocking-trousers over to the couch. He opened his eyes to an array of appreciative catcalls and cheers from the others as he hung in mid air decked out in a pair of green speedos, tight green leather harness with an extra belt of realistic looking holly circling his waist.

Ephraim jingled as he removed his own outer clothing. His harness outfit was red and had jingly gold sleigh bells attached to the leather belt and just like everyone else he had a padlock keeping the outfit secure. Pebble had one too, hidden in the extra belt of decorative holly he'd added. Glancing over at Ephraim the pink mew let himself smile as his blue friend gave him his best mischievous grin. He held out one hand to him and curled his fingers into a fist and with a resigned sigh and a soft grin Pebble did the same and fist bumped his blue cousin.

"So, how do I look everyone? This evil blue creature tricked me into agreeing to attend so I hope it was worth the wait?"

"Sure was," Krei called out as he poured fresh drinks for everyone, "It looks good on you."

"See, told you," Ephraim murmured holding up a small golden key with a nametag attached, "Where do we put these?"

"Key's go in the bowl on the coffee table," Damien said, gesturing at the fruit bowl that was otherwise empty except for two keys. Ephraim tossed his key into the bowl. A moment later 5 more keys from the others.

"Excellent," Krei said with a grin, "We'll get to those in a bit but for now just kick back, relax and enjoy the food and drink."

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Pebble sighed and tried to relax, it wasn't so bad wearing this outfit in a room full of other people wearing the same style. It was tight and a bit embarrassing but it was also sort of liberating to be able to just float around the room with most of his fur out. It made a huge difference from suffering all wrapped up in clothes and fur in a hot room.

Accepting a drink and filling a small plate with party nibbles Pebble drifted around the room chatting to everyone. Hanging next to Ruff he exchanged a few pleasantries, commiserating over how they had both wound up being harangued into attending. Ruff privately admitted that now he was actually here and over the embarrassing part he was looking forwards to the pairing off later. Pebble chuckled softly and agreed that it would be interesting. There wasn't anyone in the room he wouldn't enjoy spending time with in one way or another.

The food was good, the alcohol was flowing and Krei was an excellent host. The fearow had laid on a feast of traditional food, mini nibbles, pigs in blankets, a whole host of crisps and dipping sauces. It was like any other party Pebble had been to except for the unusual clothing everyone was sporting. Carlos put on the background christmas music, everyone exchanged presents around the tree and Pebble was feeling good about the whole thing. Then Krei pulled out a massive twister set and after much cajoling, pleading and damn bishi adorableness Ephraim and Carlos talked Pebble into joining in.

So that's how Pebble wound up on the mat, limbs tangled with the others, harness and spandex clad bodies pressing and sliding across one another. It was much more intimate and close then the pink mew was used to. In a way it was good fun and after awhile he let himself relax further. Sliding this way and that and cheating outrageously by floating in just the right way to let him reach the next coloured dot without ending up in a heap. He got a bit cocky at the end and pushed it too far by rotating entirely so he was bending over backwards, squished between Erakir and Krei's large bodies so he could stand with his hands on feet on four different colours at once.

He got called out for cheating then and Ephraim and Damien attacked him with tickles that left him gasping for breath at the bottom of a heap of poke-morphs after his wild flailing made everyone collapse. After that they never really recovered, the eight of them wound up in a pile of interlocking limbs and stroking hands. Pebble wound up lying atop Erakir, arms wrapped about Damien, one of his big feline paws rubbing up and down across the dragonites bulging crotch. His lips were pressed against the ninetales', their tongues jockeying for position as around them the others made out.

Mewing softly Pebble let the kiss break and leaned backwards with a gasp as a warm mouth closed around the thick bulge stretching his speedos. It was Krei and his beak felt good pressed around his cock and the pink cat let one of his paws fall down to stroke the fearow's plumage. His other hand found Damien's bulge and squeezed his thickening fox cock, sliding his paw along the bulge to find his knot. For a moment longer Pebble was teased, warm flesh and fur all around him, the scent of excited males filling his nose. It was actually really nice and then Krei pulled back and shook out his wings and the pile started to break apart.

"Ok everyone, I think that's enough or someone's going to lose it and flood their pants," extricating himself from the pile the bird picked up the bowl of keys and shook it, "Some let's pair up."

Reluctant to leave the big pile of harness wearing flesh Pebble slowly levered himself up into a sitting position and took a moment to kiss Ephraim whilst the others assembled.

"You were right," he mewled to Eph, "This is a lot of fun."

The blue cat smiled back at him then drifted over to join the others so Pebble followed. It was exciting, his partner for the night left to luck and the chance to unlock his harness entirely down to whether or not whoever he wound up with let him out.

"Ok first four are Damien, Ruff, Pebble and Flint," Krei announced as he finished pulling keys out of the pot, "You four pick one of the remaining keys, then I'll give your keys to the lucky person who gets to spend the night with you."

Grinning stupidly and trying to think why he resisted attending the party for so long Pebble grabbed a key and stepped back.

"Carlos," the mew exclaimed with a grin, looking over at the espeon who raised his glass in salute toward the pink mew, his muzzle splitting into a grin where he was reclining on one of the chairs.

Smirking wider Pebble drifted over and wrapped his tail about the psychic cat, snagging his key off the fearow in passing and handing it to the espeon. Pebble could feel Carlos' excitement, he was opening his mind to him and so Pebble let him feel his desire. It felt good and he could barely contain himself as they waited for the others. Ruff wound up with Krei, Damien alongside Ephraim and Flint snagged Erakir.

"Well that's everyone, bedrooms are upstairs and fully stocked," Krei chirped with a flap of his wings as he moved over to Ruff, "I'll see you all soon, have fun guys."

"Oh we will," Pebble grinned, wrapping his arms about the espeon. His forehead touched Carlos', their eyes met and with an unspoken desire filling them both Pebble teleported them both upstairs to one of the bedrooms. It had a bed, cupboards and chests full of toys but neither cared for those or gave much thought to them. Their lips, hands, feet and minds were all over each other as they floated in mid air above the bed, senses gently linking together. Soon what one felt the other shared back, creating a loop of sensations that it was all but impossible to tell who felt what.

They were as two minds with one body, with four hands, four feet, two tails and a pair of harness bound cocks in desperate need of release. Stroking harness straps, circling waistbands and removing decorative accessories the pair started to strip. Pebble's belt of holly went and atop it slithered Carlos's candy-cane sash as lips kissed, fingers teased and speedo's strained as their shafts grew thick and needy. It felt so good to Pebble, or was he Carlos? It mattered not they were as one in their pleasure and need. Keys turned in locks, belts relaxed and stroking, teasing hands eased harness straps from shoulders.

Spandex speedos slipped down thighs then dropped under the weight of attached harnesses to the ground. Rotating together in mid-air Carlos and Pebble kissed, tongues licked and claws stroked through fur that had been held compact beneath harness straps. Noses filled with the thick masculine scent that was filling the room accompanied by the lingering scent of slinky fabric, pre-cum and sex. Pebble's tongue tasted a pair of balls and at the same time he felt a tongue licking his, the sensations doubled as bending and curling around each other the cat and bunny-fox curled together. A tongue pressed between his rump cheeks and plunged into his tailhole at the same time he felt the warm wriggling wetness penetrate his rump even as he shared what his tongue felt as it slid into the espeon's rump.

It was union of pleasure, of need, of tight flavoursome rumps teasing over exploring licking tongues. Sensations, flavour, need all was shared as stomach fur rubbed across their aching, needy shafts. Their bodies experienced pleasure that was mirrored, amplified and kept growing stronger as it bounced back and forth between their minds. Tongues slid deeper, pleasure burned harder as fingers stroked, touched, brushed and then there was orgasm.

It was a slow rise of pleasure, a tightness spreading across two sets of eager nuts. A pleasurable rise, a powerful tingle and then twin fountains of seed. Arching jets like a stream of pearlescent liquid soaking crotch and stomach fur and dripping onto the bed below. Fingers gripped bases in unison, still flowing shafts were lifted, backs arched to create a larger gap. This allowed thick seed to flow across their chests, soak the underside of chins and coat their necks... heads lifted free from their rumps and seed splattered whiskers and taste exploded across two tongues.

Then intertwined, soaked in each others scent and seed two minds withdrew, sharing slowed to a trickle and bedsheets cradled bodies that landed gently. Pebble shivered, opened his eyes panting heavily and smiled up at Carlos as they lay side by side. For a moment he was confused over which set of arms were his but then lips met and a lingering kiss brought their connection to a close.

"That was intense," Carlos whispered, drawing back with a smile, "You're good at that mental link trick, I'd never..." he gulped and ran a paw down his gooey chest, "Done that before."

"It's a neat trick," Pebble breathed softly, gently pulling his stomach free of Carlos' with a wet sticky slurp, "We're a mess," cock pulsing the mew glanced at the door to the bathroom, "Shower?"

Groaning Carlos sat up and peered at the cat, "You can't be ready to go again already..." he looked down at his dick, one paw stroking his engorged knot, "For that matter why am I?"

"I'm a mew," Pebble whispered as he lifted off the bed and grinned, "Once is never enough, here let me give you some incentive..."

With a moan Pebble shifted; dark fur, bunny ears and glowing rings engulfed his pink body as he changed and settled on big black feet on the carpet. His front was still soaked with cum but his scent had changed adding a sharper, lapine hint to the call of his libido, "Shower?" he asked and laughed as Carlos pounced towards him, it seemed the answer was yes.

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Sprawled on the bed with Krei in a tangle of limbs, stroking hands and feathery wings Ruff was quite sure the fearow was in charge and he was OK with this. He emitted a faint and happy wruff as the bird laced fingers into his thick mane. Quite happy and warm he settled back against the warm feathery embrace of the bird.

"Who's my good fire-pup?" Krei asked with a quiet chirp as he teased the fingers of his other hand along Ruff's stomach.

"Is it me?" Ruff barked lazily and then pricked his ears up and wruffed loudly as talon tipped fingers gripped his bulging package and squeezed, "Me, me I'm a good dog."

"Not yet, but soon you will be," Krei chirped, clacking his vicious beak close to his ears. His fingers gripped Ruff's spandex clad bulge firmly and massaged his hidden sheath before squeezing the thickening shaft inside, "Kneel up and let me get a good look at you dog."

Ruff obeyed without question, Krei was in charge and he was rather excited about that. He'd already surrendered the fearow's key and not even asked for his. Heaving himself up onto his knees the arcanine balanced himself on the mattress by spreading his knees. He then lifted his arms, hands falling forward in a traditional canine beg position.

Tilting his head, harness stretched across his pillowy gut, speedo bulging he wruffed softly and let his tail wag.

"You do look good in that boy," Krei murmured, the fearow running his fingers down the arcanine's chest before stepping off the bed. His own harness and speedo clung to his feathered bulk and Ruff watched him move with a hungry growl, he looked really hot. "Eyes front and get on all fours now pup."

Ruff obeyed with only a little embarrassed whine at how effortly the big bird was controlling him. Dropping forwards he rested his hands on the bed and stared ahead whilst Krei did something behind him, he could hear things being opened and clinking. When he tried to look around a sharp command made him look straight ahead and his dick to bulged harder inside it's stretchy prison. His speedo was soon as taut as possible, barely able to keep his needy dog dick inside, the tight seal of his belt was the only thing keeping him in check. Barking in surprise as Krei's hands gripped his ankles the fire dog lowered his head and lifted his tail and held still obediently as shackles went around his ankles.

It felt like they were connected to a spreader bar and cuffs that Krei buckled into place around his thighs. Manacles were then clicked around his wrists, chains running from each to the bedposts. The fearow smirked down at the dog and increased the tension on the chains, forcing his arms apart, holding him nicely imprisoned on the bed. He couldn't move or pull free and he didn't want to, his excited shaft strained at the spandex and his tongue lolled out as he panted in excitement.

Krei however left him hanging, walking around the bed, crooning soft commands as his fingers teased through Ruff's thick fur and stroked his muscles. Then without warning he stepped away and Ruff turned his head to look without thinking. This brought a sharp reprimand and as he stared forward Ruff bit his lip and felt the damp patch in the front of his speedos spreading as his eager shaft leaked more pre. After a moment Krei returned and climbed on the bed and straddled his back. Ruff could feel the brown bird's own speedo trapped bulge pressing against his shoulders, he was as excited as him. Hands brought a shapeless black mass around in front of his muzzle and before the dog could ask what it was it was being pulled over his head.

It was a leather mask, smooth and smelling faintly of leather and sweat. Ruff found it fitted him perfectly and as Krei laced it up down the back and pulled it into place it covered his eyes and ears. Only his muzzle and nose were left free and Krei pulled it tight enough to make sure there were no gaps to see through. Now blinded and with his hearing muffled Krei patted his flank and moved away again.

"Good dog, stay there," Ruff whined but Krei just chuckled, "No point whining, you are a bad dog, bad dogs get trained so... training time."

A hand stroked Ruff's rump, a finger tugged the snug latex around his tail down, forcing the gap open so he could sink a slick lube coated finger into his tailhole. Krei slowly rolled his finger from side to side teasingly then pushed in another, then a third, it felt good and he was surprised at how stretchy the spandex was. Moaning softly Ruff gasped as the fingers withdrew and something rounded, slick and tapered was push into his rump in its place. The stretchy spandex of his speedo spread further, letting the toy in. The length of slick plastic grew thicker as inch after slick hard inch was slipped into his rear. Krei's paw slid beneath his prone body, fingers groped and teased his needy, thick cock and Ruff could feel the spandex growing damper as he leaked copious amounts of pre.

Krei slipped the toy back and forth, popping it in and out for a few minutes, using it to relax and loosen his rump. Then without warning the toy was removed, Ruff whined then gasped as a larger toy was pushed into his rear! It spread his arse wide and he tossed his head and groaned, cock straining hard against the confines of their stretchy prison. Leather pressed against his face, clung to his muzzle and neck and his nose was filled with the scent of soft leather as he whined and tossed his head from side to side. This toy was slowly but surely worked deeper and deeper into him until it was all the way in. Clenching down around it Ruff panted heavily and rolled his shoulders as Krei twisted it around and slid the last inch into his rump.

Krei then let go of it, leaving it sticking out of his rear so he could move around to kneel on the bed in front of Riff's head, "So fire-dog, ready for a drink?"

Ruff didn't need to he told, he couldn't see it but he could smell the fearow's musk. Lowering his head he snuffled like a wild dog until he found it. Krei's shaft was long and curved, a proper bird dick and the big fire-dog loved it. He slathered it with his panting tongue then drew it into his muzzle. Krei held his ears but Ruff didn't need encouragement to bury his snout in the big birds crotch feathers and start sucking him off. He tasted grand, pre coated his tongue and filled his muzzle as he licked, slurped, sucked and savoured Krei's proud bird hood.

Nose buried in crotch feathers, head stuffed with bird scent Ruff knew his place. Even as Krei started to hump his muzzle the dog kept his nose in place and continued to suck. He was a good fire dog and from the sound of Krei's labourer, panting chirps and frantic bucking motions he wouldn't last long. With a delighted whine Ruff was rewarded by a thick torrent of bird seed splashing down his throat as Krei unloaded his seed and the arcanine swallowed.

When the bird's shaft stopped twitching and Krei's hands relaxed off his ears Ruff slurped the cock clean and lifted his head free. The fearow chirped happily, his fingers stroking over the leather clad muzzle of his dog and Ruff shivered when he whispered those important words.

"Good dog."

Krei moved back to his rump, the toy was slowly pulled free, his rump allowed a moment to relax as his cock strained in its prison. The next toy was blunt and thick and pushed into him without mercy. Prepared by the other toys his rump spread about the invader then spread wider as it was pushed inside. It felt huge, round yet blunt at the end, an equine cock of some kind and Krei was pushing it into him!

Muzzle hanging open Ruff emitted a howl that was half whimper, half uncontrolled groan as his pent up, needy dick went off against his will. He couldn't stop it, Ruff wanted to stop, to hold on but the equine toy was forced back as his butt bore down as his cock spasmed and seed flooded his speedo. His crotch was soon slippery from thick jets of dog cum slowly soaking into the tight spandex as the dog filled his pants.

"Bad dog," Krei tutted, fingers reaching around to press against his slowly dripping crotch covering, "I never gave you permission to cum dog."

His hand mercilessly smeared cum over Ruff's nose overloading his senses. He tried to say sorry, to beg for forgiveness but Krei silenced him as he knelt against the side of his body. Hands stroked a long string of beads across his flank as the bird whispered, holding the largest, tennis ball sized bead against his ribs.

"Dog will learn only to cum when given permission," Krei whispered in his ears, "All of these beads are going inside you now... then you're going to suck me off again. If you cum before I give the order I'll break out the vibrators... now dog.... Let's see if you've learnt anything..."

Krei slipped behind him again, a paw held his tail up and fingers slick with lube slipped the first bead into his arse. Then the next, they were small, tiny round spheres but each one was slightly larger than the last. Ruff whined and lowered his head, panting and trying to control his cock which was still hard, the knot engorged. His balls still wanted to go off, he had more seed to give and the beads were slithering deeper with each new one. His body wanted to cum but Ruff desperately tried to hold on, to keep his second orgasm at bay as Krei popped bead after bead into him. It was unbearable but at the same time so very good, he had to hold out, he just had to, he wanted to be a good boy.

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Steaming hot water from the shower head poured over Ephraim's head, soaking his thick mane of blue hair whilst plastering his fur to his skin. Steam curled up from the marble basin and licked around his ankles and knees, rising up to condense against the spandex and leather of his harness. It mottled as condensation across the glass walls of the large free standing cubicle. Grinning happily Ephraim turned from fiddling with the water settings and turned to smile at Damien. The white furred ninetales was standing just outside the shower, shutting the door to keep the hot air and humidity out of the bedroom.

"You going to join me now Damien?" Ephraim asked as water spilled through his thick hair and ran down his back.

"Oh yes, I think there is room for two of us," he replied and walked over, stepping under the water. Leaning his head back to allow the water cascade over his body. Soon enough his fur was slicked down, clinging to his body and revealing the muscles beneath. When wet he had a shaggy ruffled drop dead gorgeous wild look to him that was such a contrast to his smooth primped and proper ninetales look.

"So," Damien said with a smile, shall we make a game of it? Whoever can pin the other down get's to play with their rump first?"

Ephraim laughed quietly and nodded, "Oh yes, I think that would be a most excellent game. You look quite dashing under the running water, who could say no to you?"

"So wet fox meet your approval?" Damien replied, reaching out to trace his fingers along the lines of the mew's chest straps, "I thought wet cat would look more bedraggled myself."

Shaking his head and letting his feet lift up off the ground Ephraim curled his body around the ninetales, "I'm cheating of course, after all I am mew," his long tail coiled about a large bottle of gel and reeled it into his hand as he came to a halt, crotch level with Damien's muzzle, "We're renowned for being pretty."

Squeezing a large handful of shower gel into his paws Ephraim started to lather the goop into Damien's thick hair. It took to his beautiful thick braid, foaming up but quickly rinsing out as water poured over them. With a twist of his mind Ephraim manipulated the controls. The hot water from overhead died and was redirected to hiss as hot steam out of vents around the floor. Without a stream of water constantly washing away the gel Ephraim was able to create a thick lather of foam throughout Damien's hair. The big ice fox meanwhile pressed his snout forwards and rubbed it up and down against Ephraim's bulge as the mew was so kindly still floating in front of him.

"You're a big cat," Damien murmured, "Shall we let this out?"

"I'd like that..." Eph breathed softly as he floated around Damien and lathered soap into his chest, running his fingers over the fox's chest, "Perhaps I'll let you out too."

Damien murmured something in reply but Ephraim wasn't listening. He was too busy admiring the ninetales' muscular frame. His hands rubbed soap into his svelte pelt, frothing up large amounts of foam. Damien joined in, his hands rubbing foamy soap into Ephraim's body in turn. Fingers and hands teased and stroked, played and rubbed across muscular arms, powerful legs and increasingly larger bulges trapped by harness and speedos.

The water came back on as Damien turned a tap, a hot deluge that rinsed away soap suds. Smirking hungrily the ninetales grabbed Ephraim's tail and started to reel in the floating mew, setting the bells on his speedos to jingling as he palmed the key to the felines padlock. A quick twist, a click and Ephraim was free. The blue furred cat shrugged his shoulders, wriggled his hips and with the aid of his wet fur slid free of the harness. His dick sprang to attention and Damien smirked in delight at the sight of it, bobbing forwards with his muzzle to lick that long shaft.

"You best let me free, remember our agreement, whoever can pin the other first gets all the rump they want."

Distracted as he was he didn't noticed Ephraim unlocking his belt. The first hint he got that he was free was when Ephraim's paws pulled back the elasticated material and fished his hefty fox shaft free. Blue fur was seemingly everywhere, tail, limbs, squeezing, teasing hands and stroking feet. It was hard to keep up with Ephraim. He was quick and slick and the steam that filled the shower as Ephraim switched shower modes again made it hard to see him.

"I've not forgotten, you just need to catch me first."

Teasing Damien was fun and with a soft mew Ephraim fluttered behind the big nine-tales. His hands wrapped about Damien's wrists and he held them pinned to the glass. Damien yelped and struggled as he realised what Ephraim was intending, tails whirling and flipping from side to side the fox tried to pull his wrists free. He was such a svelte light boy he'd be easy to manipulate but something was wrong. Ephraim laughed as Damien grunted and discovered that the mew was suddenly immovable. He was also huge, his meaty blue scaled hands held Damien's wrists firmly, his body pressed up against the fox's back and his feet were firmly planted on the floor.

"How..."

He glanced back and Ephraim's reptilian muzzle split into a huge smile, turtle beak grinning widely. The wartortle shifted his grip and let Damien feel his long, tapering dick as he let it slip and slide through his tails. He was at least as tall as the fox now but twice as broad across the shoulders and his shell gave him extra mass to make Damien's formidable strength second best in the shower now.

"I think you'll find this counts as pinning you in place," Ephraim's voice murmured, the plastron or underside of his shell pressing Damien firmly against the glass wall.

"Ah damn, that's oooohrrfff," the fox cut off as the turtle pressed himself home. Slick smooth hard flesh spread Damien's rump and speared him to the wall. Panting heavily, thick loose, wet hair hanging over his face Damien clenched hard which made the turtle moan. Ephraim pulled back, then humped forwards, settling into a eager rhythm as he tried to fit his whole shaft into him. Ephraim was big like this, strong, powerful and his cock slid in and out of Damien's rump with ease. Damien closed his eyes and braced himself against the glass wall of the shower to help the turtle along.

Ephraim felt good, it was nice to be this big and beefy for a change, to have someone's rump wrapped about his cock. The water also felt great against his scaled hide and shell and Damien was an expert at teasing with his rump. With long, powerful, eager strokes Ephraim buried his long curving turtle-hood inside the fox. In return Damien clenched his butt, tugging and teasing his cock every time he thrust home. He'd then relax so Ephraim could pull out and then bare down again as the mew turned turtle slid home once more.

Hot water pounded down over them both, Ephraim thrust his hips forwards and back, Damien barked and yipped in pleasure and matched his movements to the wartortle's. Minutes passed, their bodies locked together in rocking, moaning, groaning pleasure until with a soft whimpering moan Ephraim lost it. Ramming hard into Damien his cock went off, a jet of seed searing through Damien's insides, making him cry out in surprise at the force of it. Ephraim didn't just look like a wartortle, his shaft had followed suit and mimicked the crashing wave of a water types orgasm. A torrent of watery seed flooded the ninetales' rump and with an eager gasp Damien splattered a jet of pre against the glass.

Ephraim just kept on cumming, resting his head against the glass the fox kept his eyes closed and shivered in pleasure, just letting the mew have his fun. Eventually the torrent ended, the turtle stepped back and with a shuddering breath to gather himself Damien turned. Ephraim was back, hanging in mid air and grinning, his tail coiled out and tugged on the fox's cock.

"Your turn!

Muzzle splitting into a huge grin Damien stepped forwards and grabbed the mew by the shoulders, "Oh yes, my turn."

-0-

Holding the flame on his tail up to a new cigar Flint puffed several times to get it going, wreathing his head in a cloud of smoke. Satisfied that it had taken he released his tail and flipped open the lid on one of the chests lining the room. Whistling softly the charmeleon reached inside to feel the leather strips inside and nodded in satisfaction.

"I think this is everything we need," he declared as he turned to face his partner for the night.

The dragonite smiled back from where he was leaning against the wall. His orange scaled body and cream plated stomach and chest gleaming softly. His harness was snug, his speedo bulging every so slightly from a hint of dragonic arousal and Flint grinned widely as he imagined what he was going to do with this dragon.

"Glad to hear it, so... you really ok with trying that out on me?" Erakir asked with a shy smile, "I mean... if it's too much I understand."

"Get over here you," Flint demanded and met Erakir blushed and started forwards. Flint met him halfway, working his cigar to the side of his muzzle he rose up on tiptoes to kiss him. His own black scaled body felt hot, the speedo clinging to his waist and groin was tight, the fabric straining as his cock strived for freedom. Breaking free of the kiss he took a couple of steps and set his cigar down on a tray. He then dragged his hat off his head and lifted one foot, resting it on the edge of the bed and posed for Erakir.

It was gratifying to see the dragon's bulge swell and his eyes travel across his body hungrily. Holding the pose for a few moments longer Flint allowed himself to enjoy his view of the dragon. Then after a few moments he broke the spell by climbing onto the bed and strolling over to wrap his arms about Erakir's shoulders and kissed him.

"On the bed dragon..." Flint ordered with a soft grin tugging at his muzzle, "I like your idea."

"Sure," Erakir rumbled, clambering onto the bed in his gentle, considered way. He lay on his back and gasped softly as Flint moved swiftly, pressing one of his taloned feet down atop the dragonite's bulging speedo. He wriggled his toes and watched the dragon squirm then hopped off the bed and raided one of the chests. Once he had everything he needed Flint straddled Erakir's legs and rubbed his hands over the dragon's bulge.

"Guess I best take these off you first," he teased holding up the key, "Shall we let you out and see what we have to work with?"

"Yes, please," Erakir whispered with a whine as Flint continued to tease the big guys bulge. Then with a deft twist the lock clicked open and the smaller lizard helped the larger to shed his blue harness and speedos. The leather and spandex slid free of his body, sliding along his legs and off and Flint murmured in delight at the massive pole that sprang to attention.

Leaning forwards Flint licked from base to tip, savouring the dragon's rick flavour before drawing his head back and smirking, "Let's get you ready dragon."

Climbing over the bed Flin grabbed the cuffs and straps he'd pulled from the chest. A padded manacle went about each wrist and ankle and were then attached to a leather strap that was tied firmly to large d-rings embedded in the bed frame. With his arms pulled up above his head and his legs spread wide the dragonite was nicely trapped leaving Flint free access to his shaft. He wasn't done however, the next step involved a long bar of soft rubber wrapped around a metal core that was slipped between Erakir's jaws. Leather straps attached it to his head, effectively gagging him with a horse's bit.

With the dragonite properly restrained Flint settled down between Erakir's and Flint wrapped his hands around his prize and started to stroke it. Warm flesh pulsed beneath his claws, Erakir groaned and pre oozed down his length and pooled around the charmeleon's fingers.

Panting softly, breathing in his scent Flint twitched his tail from side to side, the flame on the end glowing brighter as he got more excited. Leaning forwards he wrapped his lips about the tip of the dragon's shaft and grinned as Erakir groaned and bucked and tugged on his restraints. He was so big, warm and the flavour was brilliant and the dragon was clearly enjoying Flint's administrations.

For the next several minutes the lizard worked the huge dragon shaft, sucking on it, teasing it, licking along its length until he felt the dragonite was close. He pulled back as Erakir started to bang his head on the pillows and moan in need. Flint licked his lips and left Erakir whining in impotent need.

"Yoff canff stopf d'ere," he gasped lifting his head and staring at Flint, "Plefse, so clofe."

"Hmm sorry dragon," Flint grinned as he licked his claws clean of the dragonite's pre, "I need to slip out of this..." standing up on the bed he used his own key on his belt lock and sighed in relief as the pressure was released. Glancing at Erakir the charmeleon smirked and climbed up onto his big broad stomach and walked his chest and slide down to straddle his neck. With his knees on either side of the dragon's head Flint wriggled his arms through the harness straps and pushed it down. Free from its constraint he was able to peel the tightly clinging spandex off his needy, cock. It sprang free and thumped Erakir in the chin as it filled the dragon's nostrils with a thick waft of Flint's pent up masculine scent. The dragon groaned and tilted his head head down and pressed his snout against the fire-lizard's shaft and Flint smirked and tilted his head back and growled in delight.

"I've been wearing that all day dragon," he teased with a smirk, "I am sure you'd love to enjoy it's scent for a bit but I've got something else in mind..." drawing back Flint slid down Erakir's body and made sure to tug and tease on his cock on the way past.

Then with a teasing smirk Flint knelt between Erakir's legs and loosened the restraints on his legs, just enough to allow the lizard to lift them and gain access to his plump orange rump. A dollop of lube, a deep throated growl and a snort of steam from his nostrils Flint claimed his prize. Holding onto the dragonite's thighs Flint slid home, held himself all the way inside and then started to draw back. Halfway out he thrust forwards again then drew back out... in, then out, rocking himself back and forth. Panting heavily and growling, snorting smoke rings without the aid of a cigar Flint closed his eyes and rode his own pleasure, entirely ignoring Erakir's cock whilst he made good use of his plush rump.

Tossing his head back as his loins grew tight and his thrusting started to grow erratic Flint blew out a small stream of fire and hissed in delight as he emptied himself into Erakir's rump. Seed filled the dragonite as he squirmed and wriggled, whining in need as his unspent, rock hard and needy cock bobbed back and forth in front of Flint. Grinning he ignored it, letting Erakir feel his clawed paws petting, stroking and teasing all over his thighs and stomach but getting nowhere near his cock.

"Good boy," Flint huffed with a grin as he pulled himself back out, "Now then shall I just pop out and get a snack and leave you here?" he asked as he tightened the straps on Erakir's legs and restrained them again, "You won't mind waiting will you?"

"No," Erakir whined and squirmed.

Grinning at the dragonite Flint wriggled from side to side and lifted his tail higher as he climbed forwards onto his stomach, "You sure, I could go and... no? Well then I should just," Sitting backwards Fling pressed his own black scaled rump down atop Erakir's cock. It was big and thick but so very slippery with pre and lube that Flint wasn't having too much trouble sliding it home.

Throwing his head back and crying out Flint continued to impale himself on dragon dick, his own spent shaft starting to thicken once again. Sticking out his tongue and gasping in delight at the feel of that cock slipping into him the charmeleon wriggled from side to side and slide lower. He could feel the dragonite spreading his insides, slipping deeper with every second. It wouldn't take long to fill him fully and damn his gut was going to be swollen with its size but it felt so damn good!

"Oh damn you feel so tight," Erakir whined, bucking back and forth in his restraints, "I... I am not going to last."

"Good," Flint cried out, "Don't hold back dragon..."

Banging his head on the pillows Erakir roared, bucking upwards with his hips and cried out as after all Flint's teasing he finally got to cum. Flint joined his voice to Erakir's as his insides were filled. This was one hell of a way to spend christmas after all!

-0-

Blinking his eyes open Flint lifted his head and then braced himself against the smooth cream scaled stomach he was lying atop. The air was heavy with the scent of sex and reptile and blinking bleary eyes the charmeleon rubbed a paw on his stomach which felt full, "Erakir?"

"Ah you're back," the dragonite rumbled, "You passed out," he chuckled softly, "I went off a bit like a fire-hose, guess it was a bit much for you."

Sticking his tongue out Flint sat up with a content rumble, "I don't mind, it felt amazing, so..." tracing his fingers up Erakir's chest he smirked at the dragon, "Should I let you go? We can have a shower then see if anyone wants to swap partners."

"Sounds like a plan," Erakir wriggled against his bonds and smirked, "Or I might just tie you up and get some fun payback in."

Flint paused in the act of releasing the dragonite, his muzzle spreading into a huge grin, "Both of those sound fun... whatever you prefer dragon."

Sitting up and rubbing his wrists the dragonite smiled and reached for the black scaled lizard, "Well then I know what I want."

Flint yelped as he was picked up but didn't resist as Erakir pulled him over. It was going to be a fun evening! Christmas parties at Krei's place were always fun!

~fun