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Leppy was a very lucky frog - the banned-from-casinos sort of lucky, even though he didn't have the brains to actually cheat. As might be expected of someone with such fortune, he had more money than anyone his age had any real right to have, anyways, and already didn't know what to do with as much of it as he had. He was simple, and had simple tastes to match. He liked casinos because they fed him sweet things and had a bunch of pretty people being nice to him, with flashing lights and pleasant dings that did everything they could to make him feel like the money mattered. That the machines and cards liked him back wasn't a problem, of course, except for the fact that those running numbers often saw his presence as too much of a liability.

On this occasion, however, Leppy had been invited to one, and he certainly wasn't going to refuse. Some guy on the sidewalk outside - a rabbit, as he recalled - had given him a special free-play VIP flyer inviting him to come play in one of the casino's cordoned-off areas. When he'd mentioned that he might not be allowed in, the friendly fellow told him not to worry about it, and sure enough, the guard at the entrance hadn't made any fuss about it when Leppy showed him the flyer. He pointed the way to the "VIP" area, and Leppy eagerly headed in.

Why he in particular was an important person, Leppy didn't care to question. A more curious mind might have looked for commonalities among those in this plush-carpeted VIP section, and would certainly have noticed that those in it tonight were not the sort of demographic you'd usually expect to see in a casino outside of a party. They were all young, and few were doing worse than handsome with their looks, with most definitely on the better side of attractive. There was also an unusual amount of staff there, identifiable by the black-and-red suits they wore, ferrying about plenty of alcohol and cakes. None of the guests looked particularly eager to leave, and it was no surprise.

After collecting a cup of chips to play with, Leppy sat himself down at the end of a poker table, drumming his fingers on the table and waiting for the next hand. Over the noise of the crowd, he could hear some brass jazzy notes in the air, coming from some other room. He sat next to a canine lady with fiery orange hair who looked to be maybe a few years younger than him. Looking at her, Leppy considered himself to be even luckier than usual that evening.

For all his luck, though, Leppy wasn't the most charismatic guy, and whatever hand guided his luck had little influence of the hearts of others. He'd been burned too many times hitting on people, and he wasn't about to ruin such a fun evening so early by doing anything but admiring the view. She was currently engaged, anyhow, with taking the winnings from the previous hand. A disappointed lizard a couple seats down threw his cards down on the table.

"Everyone always underestimates me at these things," she said, and she grinned as she quickly sorted her winnings and ran a hand through her hair. "Wonder why."

"Didn't know you're so damn lucky," the lizard grumbled.

"Guess not." She was still grinning when she turned to Leppy. "How about you? Do you think I'm lucky?"

"Uh- Well, I guess I'll see!" He smiled, nervous, but she didn't seem enthused by his response.

"Whatever." The dealer gave them their cards, and Leppy looked at his quickly before setting his hand back onto the table. A two of clubs and an eight of diamonds! Maybe his luck really wouldn't save him, here. Still, he decided to bet in.

While he was turning his cup over onto the table to get in, one of the staff walked by. "Welcome, sir! Care for a drink?" She was a white rabbit, tall for her sort, not much more than a head shorter than Leppy, and her gold-colored name tag read 'Millie'.

"Sure!" Leppy took a glass of champagne from her. It wasn't the best stuff, but it wasn't nearly the worst, either.

"And you, miss?"

"My name is 'Jas,' and yes, thank you."

"I'm Leppy!," he chimed in, although she didn't much acknowledge his awkward introduction.

"Well, best of luck to each of you! But sir, I think you dropped this," Millie said, handing him a playing card. Leppy blinked at it. It was an eight of diamonds! Leppy peeled his hand off the table and saw a two of clubs and a joker there. Knowing he was on thin ice with casinos, Leppy stammered, trying to understand the situation.

He was saved from having to make a response by Jas exclaiming, "What the Hell?," and holding up two jokers herself. Millie giggled and took off her top hat, holding it out to Jas upside down. Jason peered in, then fished out two cards - presumably her true hand - while Millie collected the jokers.

"Just some card tricks to lighten the mood," Millie said with a smile, shuffling the jokers back into a deck of her own. Leppy had no earthly idea of how she might have pulled any of that off - with one hand occupied by the tray she was carrying, no less - and it didn't look like Jas had seen anything, either. "Mind if I watch this hand?"

"Just as long as there's no more funny business," Jas said, straightening up in her seat and getting ready to play again. "I'm doing quite well enough over here without all that, thank you."

"Oh sure, sure." Millie stuck the hat back on top of her head and put her hands on the edge of the table between them. "No tricks during the games, of course."

Most of the table stayed in for the flop, although the lizard, apparently disappointed with the cards, folded immediately and took his remaining chips elsewhere. The table got two face cards, a jack and a king, both of diamonds, and a three. No help for Leppy, but Jas seemed pleased, and she raised her bet. Millie, who assumedly knew both their hands, had a face no more readable than Latin to Leppy, so no help to be had there either.

For fear of seeming weak, Leppy stayed in. If Millie was surprised by his decision, she didn't show it. Though her presence was unusual, to say the least, she was nothing if not professional. Jas didn't push his bluff with a raise just yet, and the next card down was a two of hearts. It was something for Leppy, at least, but Jas, apparently pleased, raised the bet. Her stack was pretty tall, and the rest of the table, now appropriately afraid of her, folded out.

Leppy squinted, studying the canine, whose eyes were finally on him. He had no clue what she had, but he did like having her eyes on him. "I'll call!" Leppy matched her bet, pushing his chips in. "Gonna push me all in?"

"On your first hand of the night? I'm not that mean," Jas said, grinning. Leppy flirted with the notion of going all in anyways, but thought better of it, not wanting to risk giving up his seat next to her so soon. "So let's see how it goes, then!"

Leppy hoped against hope for another two, but what came out was instead another jack. Jas squealed and threw down her hand - jack king, making for a strong full house. Leppy sighed. "I've got some twos," he said, putting his cards down on the table and flicking the corner of one to make it spin. He wasn't used to losing poker - but he got to see this Jas girl smile, and that was at least nice, even if she was taking his chips.

Millie bumped the dealer out of the way and started clearing the table, setting her tray down. "Well, I like the play I'm seeing here! I've got the next one; you go take a break." Neither Leppy or Jas had much of a clue as to what her motive was, but neither of them had much room to raise an objection. She was an employee of the casino after all, it seemed - that she was skilled with cards was not unreasonable. None of the rest of the table complained about the sexy replacement rabbit, either.

The hand she dealt Leppy was better than the last - jack queen. The flop came out without event, and Leppy remained pleased - there was a queen on the table, and a five and a three with it. Leppy stole a glance at Jas, and found that her eyes were fixed on the dealer rather than the competition. Probably not a bad idea, given what she did with the jokers a few minutes ago. Leppy's mind hopped along as fast as it could. If she was looking at the dealer like that, she was suspicious. That meant that her hand was either really good or really bad. If there were any other tells on her face, he missed them.

There were five at the table - the lizard's seat was still empty. Two, afraid of the face card, probably, got out, but a feline two seats down from Jas raised the bet. Leppy called, though it took most of his remaining chips to do so. After a moment's pause, Jas called as well.

The fourth card was an ace. Leppy raised with a smile, and the cat folded. Jas grinned. "You know, I said I wouldn't push you all-in on your first hand... But the second..." Leppy bit his lip. "How confident are you?" She pushed a tall stack of chips in.

Leppy thought about it, but before he got to make a decision, Millie chimed in. "If I might make the bet a little more enticing-"

"Is this funny business?," Jas snapped.

"No, no! Really, it's nothing. I was just going to say that I think the loser of this hand should volunteer for my next trick. Do you agree?"

"What kind of trick?," Leppy asked.

"Well, I can't ruin the surprise!"

Jas pulled on her pile of chips and let them rain back down, clacking. "Well... If he's up for it, I guess Leppy's gonna need something to do, since he's gonna be out of chips here before long. So, sure!"

Leppy sighed. "Well, I suppose I'll have to find out what that trick is, then." He pushed the remainder of his chips in. Jas immediately turned her hand over, revealing an ace and a five - two pair already! "Man, you are lucky," Leppy said. He revealed his queen and jack - only the pair of queens so far.

But there was one card left to show, and Millie turned it over. It was another queen - giving Leppy a three of a kind, and the win with it. Leppy threw his hands up in the air, excited, but Jas wasn't so happy. "You just had to go and keep him in it!," she said to Millie, nearly growling.

"Sorry!" Millie just shrugged. "I figured he was gonna stay to impress you, anyways."

"Impress me?" Jas rolled her eyes. "Ugh. Anyways, what's your dumb trick? Let's get on to the next round so I can get those chips back."

"Ah! Right, the trick." Millie was already shuffling a deck between her hands, letting the cards waterfall between her palms. The lighting from the chandelier overhead glinted off the corners of the backs of the cards, and it was altogether quite an impressive display as they arced around through the air. "First, I'll need you to pick a card, of course." The cards juggled their way over in front of Jas, and Millie fanned them out for her.

Jas picked a card with a huff. "Do I say what it is, or..."

"Sure!"

"Uh, three of diamonds."

"Perfect!" Hardly breaking her shuffling motion, Millie took the card back from Jas' hand and added it to the flying stack of cards. "Just try to remember what it is."

"Patronizing me isn't going to make me want to stick around any longer, you know."

"But that's the trick! See, I'm a hypnotist, too." Millie had transferred the cards to one hand - still shuffling them with just the fingers of that hand - so she could waggle the fingers of her other hand for effect.

"Oh, lord," Jas sighed.

"And I'm gonna make you forget which card you had! Which one was it?"

"Three of diamonds."

"See? Easy enough to recall." Millie had gone back to doing impressive flourishing shuffles, pulling the deck long and snapping it back down in front of Jas' face. "Just try to keep it in your mind for a minute or so. I'll deal you a real easy hand next time if you can," Millie said with a wink.

"I'll, uh, do my best." Jas clearly wasn't buying it. Leppy was too busy watching her to pay the performing magician much attention.

"...Diamonds and hearts, flying through the air around your head..." Some of her words caught his ear, but she was speaking too softly, too rapidly for him to pay close attention. She'd moved around the table to stand beside Jas again, and Jas had slowly turned on her stool to keep watching. The anger, Leppy saw, was still there, but there was something else, too, some touch of confusion. Admittedly, Leppy was pretty confused by all this too, but...

"And you see the card you had in the center of your mind, all the other cards circling around and..." But the look on Jas' face was something else entirely, and slowly the frown on it was softening. And there came a moment... "Turning around and around, out of sight, out of..." There came a moment when Jas' cheek twitched, and then it happened again, and then her eyelids blinked, and then they fluttered - Leppy thought it was beautiful, but it only happened once - they fluttered, and then...

Millie let the flying cards fall into a neat pile in her right hand, right in front of Jas' snout, and at the same time slid her left palm across Jas' eyes. "And... It's goooone, all gone, all the cards scattering and flying off into the black spots in the corners of..." Jas had slumped forward at the touch of Millie's hand. Millie kept her palm on the canine's brow, gently rocking her head in a circle as she kept speaking. Leppy forced himself to tune back into what she was saying.

"Soooo deep asleep, so heavy, heavy, happy..." God, that rabbit's voice was nice to listen to. He could almost understand how it had knocked Jas out like that. "Spinning down deeper and deeper..." Millie let go of Jas' face, and her chin hit her chest almost at once. Millie took her shoulders and turned her around, saying "deeper and deeper" all the while, then gently pushed her face down to lay on the table next to her chips.

Leppy started to clap, but Millie reached out and caught his wrist without missing a beat. "She's out, but the show's not over yet, mister Leppy. Wouldn't want to wake your little crush just yet!" She leaned down to coo into Jas' ear, "Because she's so happy that she's so deep asleep, so bubbly and happy, so heavy and warm, and she'll listen to anything I say, I think, because she's just so happy that there's nothing I could say that wouldn't make her happy to hear."

The feline on Jas' other side chimed in. "Cool, now make her gimme some of that fat stack of chips she's still got!"

A mischievous grin broke out onto Millie's face. "How about I make her give you a show, instead?" She leaned in closer to Jas' ear and whispered something that was inaudible to Leppy, and Jas' near-snoring breaths didn't reveal much about what she was being told. Millie gave Jas' shoulders a soft little rub before leaving her to return to the other side of the table.

"Leppy, can I borrow one of those chips?" Raising his brows, Leppy nonetheless slid one across the felt surface to her. Millie snatched it up off the table and flicked it with her thumb up into the air. Flipping around, it sailed out back across the table and smacked Jas' forehead with a little clunk. To Millie's credit, it landed back on a stack of Leppy's chips.

Jas was sitting up in her seat in a flash, smacking her lips and blinking. "Huh-uh! What?"

"Jas," Millie called, waving her fingers, "do you remember the trick I was doing?"

"Trick?" Jas squeezed her eyes shut tight and furrowed her brow. "Weren't we playing poker?" She reached a hand up to rub her forehead. With her eyes closed, she missed Millie's bow, and presumably had no idea what the smattering of applause and laughs from the other people at the table were about.

"Poker, yes! Let's get on with it." By the time Jas had taken her hand off her forehead, Millie had dealt the next set of hands. Leppy peeled his cards off the table and checked what they were. A two of clubs and a seven of diamonds. He let them flick back against the table, and his eyes landed back on Jas, who was doubled over the table with one elbow on it, her hand outstretched in Millie's direction, with the other one down below the table. Leppy had a clear enough view, sitting next to her, to see that her wrist was planted between her legs, and that her crotch was grinding on her wrist, and then she made the absolute cutest noise Leppy had ever heard. It had all the release of a falling tree and all the passion of a whole night of sex in it.

"Fuuuuck," Jas sighed, her voice fluttering along with her eyelids. A moment later, her eyelids went wide, and her pupils were rolled up and crossed. Her whole abdomen clenched and her legs jerked straight down beneath the table, toes curling into the carpet. Even Leppy could put the dots together - that hypnotist had made it so that something would make her cum her brains out, and that something had certainly happened.

"Soooo fucking... Good." Jas came back to her senses and pushed herself upright, all memory of the time she'd spent doubled over the table apparently gone from her mind. "Uh..." She sighed. "Where's the flop?"

"Sure you're ready?" Millie beamed a buck-toothed smile around the table at all the wide-eyed players, who dared not stop the show.

"Uh, yeah," Jas said, straightening her spine out and yawning wide. "Feel like I need a..."

Millie turned over the top three cards. Six of spades. Ace of diamonds. Nine of diamonds. Whatever Jas was saying was cut off as she mouthed "Oh fuck," and Leppy was treated to another 'show,' as Millie had so lightly put it. This time was even stronger and louder, and when she was finished she seemed to be having a hard time keeping her tongue in her mouth.

"Guhnna... Raise," she said, huffing as she picked out her chips with shaking hands. Someone down the table whistled. Jas' bright orange hair was a tousled mess, and she was left seemingly unaware of how hard she was breathing. "Whaddare ya all looking at me for?" The other players, Leppy included, hurried to pretend they hadn't been doing just that, most pretending to focus on their hands.

Jas seemed to be calming down, and Millie turned over another card. This one was the jack of clubs, and it didn't seem to elicit the same response from Jas. The other players now seemed to be more interested in watching Jas than the game itself, and all but one, who had folded after Jas' second orgasm, had just called all the bets. Leppy was still in, too busy trying to figure out what about the cards had made it happen to her to remember he had nothing going for him in this hand.

The round finished with another jack, and Leppy and Jas both lost some chips to a guy a few seats down who had a three of a kind. A few more hands played out, and at least once per, Jas was yelping and doubling over the table. Her shorts must have been creamed to soaking, but if she noticed, she wasn't showing it. A good number of people in the crowded VIP section had taken notice, and were watching her while they played slots and blackjack.

Finally, a time came where it was just Leppy and Jas left in. Jas was breathless, and Leppy was pretty sure his cock was about to pop a seam in his pants, so neither of them were really playing their best at that point.

"Oh, good!," Millie said. "I'd like to add something to the pot again."

"Nff... Funny bihness," Jas said, half-drunk on pleasure.

"Of course not, dear," Millie said, leaning forward. "Nothing funny going on here." Some of the other players chuckled. "I'm just going to tell whoever wins this hand a little secret. That's all!"

"Whatever," Jas said, trying to scowl but largely failing to pull it off.

Leppy certainly made no objections, so Millie continued. "Good! Alright, get ready, Jas! I have a feeling you're about to get real lucky." Millie turned a card. Three of diamonds. "Is this your card, miss?"

Jas didn't hear her. Her face was down on the table, eyes shut. There was a cute little frown on her lips as her whole body twitched, her tail stiffening out straight behind her. Then it fell limp, and with a sigh, her whole body sagged downwards, totally relaxing.

"Oh, dear. I believe she's folded! Well, you can applaud now, if you like. I doubt she'll mind at this point." Leppy broke out into a grin, clapping with the rest of the players.

"Thank you, thank you," Millie said, collecting the cards and moving around the table to where Jas was slumped over, shuffling the cards between her hands as she'd done before. "Well, Leppy, I believe I owe you a secret!" She pulled a few diamond cards out of the deck and handed them to Leppy. "If you haven't already figured it out by now, anyways, it's diamonds that do her in. Turn these over, and you might find her a little more approachable."

The remaining cards were flying between Millie's hands again. Leppy watched as they fell and rose and jumped between her palms. "But actually, I have two secrets for you, Leppy. Want to hear the other?" Finding that his lips were already parted but that he couldn't bring himself to speak, he nodded. "The secret," Millie said, leaning in closer to him - close enough that he could feel her warmth and the soft breath of the shuffling deck on his face - as her voice took on that sweet cooing tone again...

"Leppy?" He blinked and shook his head a little, and she continued. "The secret," she repeated, "Is that your eyelids are drooping right now, and that you kept drifting off when I was putting her under," and the cards were a a glittering blur dancing between his eyes that he couldn't lose sight of for a second. No matter how hard he tried, he felt glued to them, and all his efforts to look away just made him feel more and more like he was caught in a tornado of blurry, dancing cards.

"...suuuch a good subject that even just watching me work could..." Leppy was utterly confused, and all the reasons why we're confusing too. His mind kept wandering, even though he felt he was being spoken to, and every time he brought himself back around to the words they sounded more and more like nonsense, like "skipping through a meadow in your mind with a smile on your face and the nice warm sunbeams all..."

His hand twitched in his lap, jolting him back to attention long enough to hear more "soft warm sleepy froggy, sinking sliding slipping sleeping, sleeping..."

Something dark passed over his vision, and suddenly he found that she was right. He was sleeping, and everything was perfect and warm and happy.

When Leppy returned to his senses, he was sitting at a slot machine, his hand in the middle of putting a coin into it. He paused. A lady to his right - a blank-faced canine whose name he knew to be Jas, for some reason, was mindlessly pushing another coin into the slot of her own machine. Her mouth was slightly open - his mind still muddled, Leppy reached out and shook her shoulder. It did nothing but make her bushy orange hair bounce about.

Leppy rubbed his eyes. While he was doing so, he heard a series of dingdingdings and clanking coins from her machine. When he looked again, she had a sizable pile of winnings waiting for her, though it didn't immediately seem to register with her. She just took another coin from her cup and brought it up to the machine - but the movement of her hand slowed, and then stopped. "Wait..." she slowly smacked her lips a few times. "What?" Her eyes landed on her neighbor. "Leppy? I mean... Wait, how do I..."

Just as confused, Leppy let his eyes wander back to his own machine. His collection bucket was full of winnings as well. "We... Won?" He cracked his neck, finding it stiff. "But I don't remember..."

"Good evening, everyone!" A familiar voice was on the speakers. "Would my volunteers for the evening please come to the stage?"

Leppy saw Jas stand up and start walking, and realized a moment later that he was following her. "Where are we going?"

Sounding suddenly more weary, Jas said, "The stage."

"Oh."

They climbed up onto it, and found two chairs on the stage waiting for them. Jas took one, Leppy took the other. Leppy looked nervously out at the crowd. It was just people playing casino games, but heads were already turning his way. "Jas?"

"Yeah?" Jas was squinting into the stage lights.

"Who are you?"

"What kind of a question is that?" She rubbed her eyes.

"Well, we just know each other's names, but..."

Leppy was interrupted by Millie, as she climbed some stairs to join them on the stage. There wasn't really much applause, but her stage presence was instantly felt, even from where Leppy sat. "How nice of you to join me this evening!" She had a microphone clipped onto the collar of her suit, now. Leppy didn't remember that, from when he'd seen her before. Of course, he only half-remembered seeing her at all. Like with Jas, looking at Millie made him feel an eerie sense of déjà vu, more than a distinct recollection.

"Now, I'll admit to having cheated just a bit this evening," Millie said. "I've hand-picked this lovely, suggestible pair from the crowd. But they're no plants, and after their show tonight, I doubt you'll have a doubt left about that!"

More heads were turned their way by then, though many only put half their attention to the show, enthralled by the machines at which they sat. "Excuse me," Jas said, "What the fuck is all this?"

"Excellent question! Jas and her friend Leppy, here, want to know what this show is all about! Allow her to demonstrate." Millie wheeled around to face them, smiling. "Jas, attention!"

With such a speed that she knocked her chair over, Jas shot out of her seat and stood straight and tall. Her arms were stiff at her sides, and her tail was stuck comically straight out back behind her. Her eyes were open wide, but to Leppy, they looked unseeing. Millie took something from her pocket and took a step towards Jas, fixing a mic to the collar of her shirt as well. "Good girl!" She gave Jas a few pats on the head between her raised ears, and she got no response for it. "Jas, are you hypnotized?"

"Yes ma'am," Jas replied, without a ghost of hesitation. Hypnotized? Leppy blinked. It was strange, but somehow, it felt correct. Deeply correct - in an odd way, it satisfied him to admit how correct it was. Hypnotized.

"Can I lie to you, Jas?"

"No, ma'am." Leppy remembered liking Jas the moment he saw her, and seeing her like this stirred something deep in his belly that made him squirm in his seat.

"Will you obey me, Jas?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Jas - Turn around, touch your toes, lift your tail. Ass up, ass out. Show 'em what you've got back there!"

Leppy got the less-fortunate view of the situation as Jas wheeled around to show the world her backside, although seeing her unquestioning, innocent expression as she did so was a treat all its own. Someone in the audience whistled, and Millie laid a hearty smack on one of Jas' buttcheeks, but she stayed silent, with her hands on her toes and her legs straight.

"That's the kind of show Jas is ready to put on! Now, for volunteer number two." Millie left Jas where she was and walked over to Leppy. "Leppy, attention!"

Leppy was vaguely aware that he was standing, but that was the last thought he had for a while. When the gears in his brain started turning again, there was a mic clipped to his shirt, and he could hear some of the nearer people giggling over the noise of their machines. Beside him, Jas yelped, and fell to the floor in a big hairy heap.

"Don't worry, Leppy. I'm sure nobody heard what you just said!"

"What'd I say?" Millie raised a hand and snapped her fingers. "I'm a dumb slutty frog and I'll fuck for free!" His hand lept to cover his mouth. Where had that girly tone that had crept in there come from? He had to get out of there - he started to bolt for the stairs.

"But Leppy!" Millie called out to him. "You're tied to the stage by an invisible cord, just like Jas!" Suddenly, Leppy found that his steps were hardly taking him anywhere - he was almost running in place. "If you pull it too tight, you'll fall!" Leppy resisted still, reaching out with his hands and laboriously pulling himself forward, inch by inch, until -

Oof. Leppy was flung backwards, landing on his ass next to Jas. The canine girl growled. "Fuck all this," she said, standing up and marching away from Millie and Leppy. Millie didn't even say anything, this time - she just watched Jas' steps slow to almost a halt, held up a finger to signal that the audience needed wait only a moment longer, and then Jas flung herself back onto her butt, landing with her head on Leppy's lap.

Millie bowed, and there was some light applause, mostly drowned out by all the noise. "Now, you two, you really should know the rules of this game. You signed up to play, after all."

"Game?", Jas croaked, rubbing her head and sitting up.

"Yes! Whichever of you makes the other cum first gets to leave the stage, and the other has to be my assistant all week long!"

"Make me cum?" Leppy folded his arms, indignant. "That's ridiculous! You can't just expect me to-"

"Please," Millie interrupted, "Both of you, take your seats, and we'll get this game started!"

Both of them grumbled, but both of them righted their chairs and sat down, arms crossed across their chests. "For round one," Millie said, "I'll be letting Jas have some fun with Leppy. Here, take this bell." She pulled a little bell out of her pocket and handed it to Jas, who grabbed it quickly. "Whenever Jas rings this bell, Leppy's going to feel like there's a nice vibrator strapped to his dick, making him want to cum really badly! But he can hold out, can't he?"

"This is fucking stupid," Jas said, blowing a bit of hair out of her eye. Nonetheless, she lifted the bell, and-

Ringringringringring. Leppy sat up straight, arms gripping the side of his seat. "Wh-what the fuck?" His voice was shaking already. "That works?"

"Yes!" Millie sounded as cheerful as a nice teacher informing a student that they'd gotten an answer right. "In fact, I know Jas has a bit of a domineering side. So she's gonna be good at using that thing! And she's gonna get reeeeeal into it, too."

Jas fought off a smirk that crept onto her face - for all of about five seconds, and then it came back. "She's right, you know," she said, still ringing the bell as she stood up. "I think I'm gonna make you cum your pants before you even get a chance to fight it, froggy." She turned to face Leppy, leaning over him, putting a hand on the back of his chair over his shoulder. He looked up at her pleading with his eyes, because his dick was twitching already, begging for release or relief. She rang the bell slowly into one of his ears, and spoke slowly, sweetly, softly into the other - "I bet you'd loooove to cum for me, Leppy."

Leppy's eyes crossed, and he shuddered, feeling sure that his pants would be a mess soon - but even as that feeling pulsed in him again and again, the deep knowledge that he should be cumming, he felt that he wasn't - wasn't able or wasn't willing, it didn't matter. The buzzing on his cock felt incessant, and Jas was whispering sweet nothings into his ear that he couldn't even parse but made him want to melt into a puddle - but he wasn't cumming. Aching in his jeans, but not cumming.

"Aaaand... Time!" Millie did something to make the sound a timer in a boxing ring would make play over the speakers. "Jas, drop the bell and take your seat." Grumbling, Jas complied, sending a final shiver through Leppy's body as the bell dinged off the floor. "Of course, this won't just be a one-sided competition! Leppy's got something in store for Jas, too. See, Jas told me when I was hypnotizing her earlier about this absolute obsession she has with long tongues. Leppy, open your mouth and show everyone what you're working with!"

Leppy's mouth surprised him by opening wide enough for his big blue tongue to spill out. "As you can see," Millie said, grabbing his tongue and holding it up - she was wearing white gloves, of course - and she gave it a little squeeze. "Leppy, here, has exactly the kind of fat, long, drooling tongue that gets Jas all worked up and makes her want to fuck herself raw thinking about having it inside her!" She pulled on Leppy's tongue, which was fortunately stretchy enough to accommodate, in front of Jas. "Isn't that right?"

Jas was wide-eyed and near paralytic. "I... Didn't realize..." She blinked and swallowed hard. "It's so... So..."

Millie let go of Leppy's tongue, and it snapped back into his mouth. "Indeed! Now, Leppy, you've got a few minutes to tease this poor girl to orgasm with it. Good luck!"

Jas asked a question on Leppy's behalf. "C-can he..." She swallowed again. "Can he take my pants off?"

That turned a few more peoples' attentions to them. "Uh," Leppy said, "I'm not sure if I agree with this whole-"

"Clock's ticking, Leppy!" Millie tapped her wrist, which he was almost certain hadn't had a watch on it just a moment ago.

"Leppy," Jas hissed, covering her mic with her palm. "I don't even give a fuck about the game or this stupid rabbit anymore or however many people see. Gimme that tongue right now or I'm gonna... I'm..." Jas closed her eyes and breathed in, steeling herself to say it - "Please?"

"I..." Leppy looked out at the people around the casino, suddenly more self-conscious than ever before. He could win now, couldn't he? And he wouldn't have to be up here all week with Millie - and Jas would, and that meant maybe that he could come back and watch and see her again. "Uh... I could lick you? Somewhere? Is that okay?"

"Sounds like a pretty fuckin' good start to me, dude." She already had a hand between her thighs, rubbing herself through her pants. "C'mere and just, like, do anything."

Leppy found himself able to leave his seat, and so he did, standing in front of Jas. "So, uh, your hand?"

"Anything." Jas held her free hand up to him, and Leppy took its wrist and brought it to his mouth. This was about the weirdest thing he'd ever done, he thought, but at least the sight of Jas closing her eyes and humping her own fingers distracted him a little from the fact that people were going to see him do it. And, really, what choice did he have? His tongue rolled out and licked its way across Jas' palm.

Leppy, unlike his smaller, four-legged genetic relatives, had normal, non-sticky saliva - if, perhaps, a somewhat excessive amount of it - and it glided easily over Jas' palm. Her fingers twitched once and then wrapped tighter around the soft, almost plush blue thing in her hand, and she made a whimpering noise that Leppy couldn't imagine she'd ever made outside of a lonely bedroom. "Ohhh, man," she shuddered, sliding down a little in her seat as her thighs spread apart and the tongue ran through her fingers. "That thing's... Crazy."

"Ish it?" Leppy was too caught up in the enraptured look on her face to care that he was speaking with his tongue out. "Ahh... Thanksh."

From behind them, Millie reminded Leppy, "Clock's ticking!"

"Alright, listen up." Tugging on his tongue, Jas pulled Leppy closer and tilted her head to the side, baring her neck. "I'm not gonna ask you to eat me out or anything, but just, like, lick my neck and face a bunch, and I'm gonna shove my hand down my panties, and... Uh... Call you in a week."

"Shoun's goot to me!" Jas released his tongue and, the whole business about the audience behind them forgotten with her vague promise to call him, he started to run his tongue from her collarbone to her jaw. It was a bit furrier up there than it was on her palm, so it was a slow, messy affair, but if that was bringing her down, she kept it from showing. Jas moaned out loud and, true to her word, had gotten her fingers in herself in a hurry.

"Well, it seems like things are certainly heating up for our contestants," Millie said, and Leppy was annoyingly reminded that people were watching him lick a dog's neck. Still, he really saw no way out of the situation. He was trapped on stage, after all. "But I don't know... I think Jas told me she didn't think she'd be able to cum without a nice big tongue inside her tonight?"

"Oh, God, Leppy," Jas whined, he hips rolling in her chair, "Just fuckin'... Kiss me, and- And use your, your..."

Leppy wasn't going to turn the invitation down, when she put it like that. He pulled himself away from her neck, its fur matted with his spit, and he closed his eyes, moving his mouth forward for the-

"Time's up! Leppy, Jas, attention, please!"

The next thing Leppy knew, he and Jas were standing up again, both facing Millie, and a crowd of turned, grinning heads, most of which were still blindly feeding coins to their machines while they watched. Jas's shorts were halfway off, pushed down around her thighs, and her panties were peeled down so tantalizingly close to revealing everything beneath them.

"Now that we've had some time to cool down," Millie said, but Leppy was anything but cool. His pants were still on, for all the good it did him - the outline of his hardon was still quite clearly traced down his left thigh. "Let's get really intimate!" Millie pantomimed reaching down to the ground and picking something up with both her hands. "I'm gonna pull those ropes around your waists reeeeeal tight," she said, and she gave what she was pretending to hold a yank. Leppy and Jas both nearly fell over. "Until you two are smushed together!"

Millie gave it a few more yanks, and before long, Leppy and Jas were pressed together chest-to-chest. Jas grunted as Millie cinched their (nonexistent) restraints tighter and their waists drifted together. "Is that your boner on my hip?"

"Uh, hey, I don't think you can even blame-"

"I can and I will!" Jas frowned, and she looked like she wanted to fold her arms, but found Leppy's body to be occupying the space already. "Ugh. Just, like, try to think about baseball or something until we're not stuck together."

"Excuse me, but just a minute or two back, you were-"

"That was for your tongue, not your dick!"

Millie seemed to not like the direction Jas was taking things. "Jas! Don't you know it's rude to turn down having a dick rubbed on you?"

"I-I mean," Jas huffed, "Sorry, but... It's just..."

Leppy was suddenly filled with indignation about the slight. "Yeah, jeeze. I'm just trying to rub my dick on you, here."

She sighed. "Fine. I guess, I dunno, this competition just has me antsy."

"Well, no need to take it out on me!" Leppy turned his chin up, and very consciously rubbed his bulge against her thigh. Jas sighed, but didn't complain.

"I know why Jas is cranky," Millie said. Jas whipped her head around with daggers in her eyes, but Millie continued before she could defend herself. "It's waaaay past her bedtime, and she's about to fall asleep any moment."

"Whuh? No way, I... I'm not..." Jas looked up and yawned wide enough for Leppy to look down and see every tooth in her mouth. "Ssssleepy," she muttered, smacking her lips.

"Aaaany moment now," Millie said, doing a swaying sort of step as she walked closer. "I can see it in her eyes, they're so tired, and they're just... About... To..."

She took a final step and pressed her finger to Jas' forehead. "Boop!" Jas, whose eyes had been squinting already, stiffened and then slumped against Leppy's belly. Apparently still bound by that damn invisible rope, her waist stayed pressed against Leppy's leg, but her whole upper body fell onto Leppy, her orange hair nestling in the croock of his neck.

"Uh... Hey!" Leppy shook her shoulder but got no response. "No fair! How is she supposed to cum first if she's asleep?"

"Leppy, you and I both know how often you have wet dreams!" The irony of Millie's statement - which he suddenly knew to be true - stung him with embarrassment, and he turned his face away from her.

"Y-yeah, but... Does she?"

"Stick your tongue in her mouth and find out!"

Leppy felt real, real weird about making out with a sleeping girl. Like, really holy shit I shouldn't be doing this weird, but Leppy's feelings hadn't had much impact on the night's events thus far anyhow. Before he knew what he was doing, his hand was caressing her (still pretty wet) cheek as his tongue pushed its way between her lips. Even sleeping, her body seemed real eager to take it into her mouth, her own tongue yielding the way at the lightest slip of his. Her brow furrowed ever-so-slightly, and she made a whimpering little moan into his mouth.

"I bet something like that can give a perverted dog like her all kinds of dreams," Millie said, sliding closer to the pair's embrace. "Maybe she's not even thinking about a tongue anymore, maybe it's a nice, thick blue tentacle sliding around her cheeks. Or, ooh! Maybe it's a big, big dragon's tongue and it's standing over her and she can't stop it - or couldn't if she wanted to, anyways." She leaned in to Jas' ear. "Bet she knows how right I am." Jas whimpered again.

Millie pulled away from her. "Now, Leppy, this is hardly fair. Whip your dick out and start jacking it."

"Hhmph?!" Leppy's pants were already bunched around his ankles.

"Now, don't cum all over her paws, or you'll lose! And it would be pretty rude."

"Nggmf..." Leppy 'protested' to the extent that he could with his tongue in someone's mouth and his cock in his hand.

It must not have been very convincing, because Millie went right on chattering away. "Looks like this could be a close one! Even in her sleep, Jas knows she shouldn't cum, no matter how much she wants to, and Leppy here's dutifully stroking away, trying his best!" She turned her attention away from the audience - who was still, largely, at least as interested in their casino games as the unusual happenings on the stage - and back to her pair of unwilling volunteers.

"Past, hey, Leppy. We haven't got all night. You know I could make you cum just by telling you to, right?"

"Mm- nn-nn!" It wasn't very clear whether he was saying she couldn't or pleading with her not to do it. He felt on edge already just stroking himself - he didn't know how he'd held out so long, even without that damn rabbit telling him what to do!

"Well, anyhow," she continued, and Jas slid a little further down against him, so he had to take his hand off her cheek to wrap it around her back and hold her up. "I've let you last this long because you're putting on a show for the people, but it's gotta keep getting better for 'em. If you fuck her, maybe I'll let you hold out long enough to win!"

"Mmuh mmf mfmp!"

"I know she's asleep! But does it really matter anymore? She'd do it if I told her to, anyhow." Some precum dripped from Leppy's dick down onto Jas' thigh. "What'll it be, Leppy? Wanna give up, and do this every night for a week, or can you fuck her hard enough to win? Get that dumb tongue of yours out of her mouth."

Leppy complied, and the sleepy whine that came from Jas was like someone had just pulled her teddy bear away from her. "Guh, you... Crazy... Fuckin'..." Leppy was breathless from the long makeout-and-jerkoff session he'd been subjected to.

"Save it for the aftershow, froggy." Millie got down on a knee and pulled Jas' panties down, then took her by the shoulders and spun her around so that Leppy's cock pressed against the base of her tail. Her wetness soaked into his thigh almost immediately, and Leppy shuddered at the warm, slick feeling. "She waaaants you, Leppy," Millie cooed. "Give it to her."

Leppy couldn't resist. He let go of his dick and put both his hands on her hips. "Attaboy," Millie teased, "Now pick her up with those big strong arms and fuck a win outta her."

With a strength he'd never known himself to possess - Jas wasn't heavyset by any means, but she was about as tall as Millie, and Leppy's arms were pretty lanky - he grunted and hoisted her hips up. The back of her head rested on his shoulder, and her toes dangled several inches off the ground. With her breathing closer to his ear, Leppy could hear her snoring a little, but she didn't wake. Nor did she wake when he stood up on his toes, humping his hips up until his cock found purchase and slid into her very-ready snatch.

From there, it was a blur. Leppy felt a strength within him - and Millie was saying things that were probably encouraging, but he couldn't hear her with his heart pounding in his ears. He'd wrapped his arm around Jas' belly to better support her, at some point, and he was fucking her like an absolute engine, pumping her like there were pistons in his thighs and hips. But for all his effort, his arms could only hold so long, and they started to shake, close to giving out. If he'd gotten much closer to making Jas cum, he couldn't tell. He's heard her make a strangled sort of moan once, between snores, but she was so deep asleep that all his effort was barely even quickening her breaths.

All at once, Leppy's body did give out, and Jas slipped off his cock and fell forwards as Leppy landed on his ass, out of breath and not able to immediately push himself off the floor. He looked up to see that Millie had caught Jas, and that she was whispering something into Jas' ear... and then she reached up and snapped her fingers, and Jas' eyes shot open.

Her breaths were quick, then. Wild, even. She sniffed the air and then turned towards Leppy. Somehow, her eyes on him then felt like the laser sights of rifles pointed at him. He tried to say something, anything, even just a simple "No," but all his words hardly came out as more than a wheeze.

And Jas was on him in a split second, jumping down and planting her knees on either side of his belly. With one hand reached back behind her to guide his cock and the other tearing through his shirt to clutch at his chest, Jas lowered herself onto him, and her ass slapped down on him hard enough to make his balls jump. There was something like fury - or like a fire - in her eyes.

He pleaded as much as he could, but if Jas heard him over her own pleasure-tinged growls, she didn't show it. Millie had made her uncontrollable, and, Leppy suddenly realized with some despair, Jas wanted to lose. She wanted to cum. Her eyes squeezed shut and she threw her head back, mouth agape, but the frustration was clear.

Leppy didn't feel so lucky himself. If Jas couldn't lose, even mindlessly trying to as she was, how could he win? His cock was worked near raw already, even wet as she was for him, but every time she rode him up and down, the tightness of her pussy felt like it had been made to milk just him, and he was nearly tearing up from biting his lip, holding his quivering cock back. He was so exhausted that he couldn't even fight her off him if he wanted, and if found himself wondering whether he'd lose if he passed out. He wouldn't have had to wait long - his head felt foggy, and his breaths we're already labored pants, even more ragged than Jas' own.

"Uh oh, everyone!" Millie's voice rang out sweetly. "Looks like Leppy won't last another ten seconds, and Jas just can't seem to fuck herself hard enough on him to cum first!" It was true the moment she said it, of course. Leppy had been on edge in his own mind before, but Millie's instructions had held him back - now, she'd put him on a clock!

"Just five seconds left in him! Quick, Leppy - check your pockets!" Leppy forced his arm around Jas' bouncing thigh to reach his jeans - and from his front-left pocket, he pulled out the ace of diamonds.

"Three, two..." With the last bit of strength in his body, Leppy reached up and put a hand in Jas' hair, and he tilted her head down to face the card he showed her. "One, zero!" Jas' growl choked in her throat and turned into a wail, and her pussy's convulsions around his cock left no question that she was losing this game - but even as she was in the middle of it, Leppy found himself awash in a haze of release, and he airily realized that his cock had been fucked so numb that he hadn't even noticed himself starting to cum.

Millie said more, but her and Jas and the stags and all the sensations blended together in his mind like cotton candy, and soon he felt like he was laying in a bed of just that, and that everything was perfect and fine.

When he woke up again, the stage and Millie were gone, though Jas wasn't. He was lying in bed with her. Groaning at the sight of sunlight, Leppy rolled out of bed, and he found that his legs shook beneath him when his feet found the floor. Pushing himself up on the edge of the bed, Leppy stood up straight and looked at the window. They we're in one of the rooms at the hotel over the casino. Still lying in bed, Jas cracked an eye open at him.

"Still naked?"

Leppy looked down. "Uh... Huh."

Her frazzled bush of orange hair wasn't doing anything to improve her hungover sort of look as she pushed herself up so that she was sitting. "It's 'kay," she said, yawning. "So'm I. And, I mean, we fucked, 'n... Stuff."

"We... Did." The gears in Leppy's head turned a little. "And we... Both lost."

The back of Jas' head laid against the bed's headboard as she rubbed her eyes. "I don't think winning was ever in the cards for us, last night."

"All week too, then," Leppy grumbled. "I'm sure we can't leave."

"Not until we're called."

"'Course." Leppy sat back down on the bed and laid back with his head on Jas' calf. She'd smoothed her hair out, and was quickly pulling herself together. "Uh... Sorry?"

She squinted at him, then shook her head. "No. You shouldn't be, anyhow." She grinned, and looked more wolf than dog again for a moment, a flicker of that wild passion that had closed out Leppy's memory of the night passing over her face. "You were fun." Jas looked to the door. "But that rabbit bitch..."

"Is gonna be our boss for the next few days." Leppy closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. "We... Probably shouldn't be giving her much attitude."

"Doesn't mean I can't think about putting her in the dirt once she gets outta my head." Jas sighed. "But, uh, you're probably right. I think we're gonna be here for a few days." She was silent a moment, then said, "Uh, Leppy, remember that tongue thing?"

"Yeah." Leppy paused again. "S... Sorry again?"

Jas rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Stick your tongue out and gimme."

Leppy still felt like he'd wronged her somehow, despite the fact that it was all Millie's doing, so he went along with it - he rolled towards her, and he stuck his tongue out, laying its wet blue length across her belly. "Aaaah."

"Hooooly shit." Jas was wide awake, and her eyes were fixed on it. "Okay, okay. Leppy? This is the stupidest thing ever. But, uh, God. Okay. We've got a week, and I am gonna need you to stick that thing in my throat again for, like... A week."

Leppy snatched his tongue back into his own mouth. "You know, if you'd told me I'd be turning down making out in a hotel room with someone like you-"

"You won't," Jas interrupted, grinning.

"I will," Leppy continued, "Because I am exhausted enough already, thank you. Moving that thing all around is tiring work, you know."

"Leppy, I reeeeally hate to do this, but, like... You understand, right? That rabbit's in my head, and I remember now, last night, she told me I could... I gotta..." She snapped her fingers, sounding unsure of herself a little as she said, "Leppy... Attention?"

It was enough. Leppy sprang up off the bed to his feet, standing straight and still, looking intently at a wall. "Ohhh, shit. Okay, uhh..." Jas set to pondering how to more carefully phrase 'ravage my mouth with that delicious tongue of yours while you fuck me senseless.' And so began the most exhausting week of Leppy's and Jas' lives, enlisted as Millie's temporary assistants at the casino.