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Chapter Five

A Prelude to Partying

Had I been able to reflect on the past hour or so, I would've retraced my memories to find a warm, welcoming comfort within them: the confident, yet gentle assurance Perci had given me on the couch, the fiery stirring of my loins at the sight Teej's skyclad bust, and the ease of dopamine flooding my mind thanks in no small part to several puffs of marijuana smoke.

But, for some reason, the moment Cairo mentioned 'kink,' it became hard to focus. Flurries of thoughts crowded my head, none of them pleasant. Any good from the past hour, past day, past week, past month, left me like the carbon dioxide I was heavily exhaling, with each breath I took getting shorter and colder until I was unconsciously holding it in. My heart was pumping and pumping in that cold void of my chest, desperately trying to recreate the warmth I had before that inciting incident. And with the inside of my body going haywire, the outside became just as turbulent, with every sight, sound, and smell coming together into a giant blur, ready to engulf my entire fucking being.

All I can see and all I can think about is how life left me so goddamned underprepared to face the future.

"Pat..."

And it's already so vivid. The pull of the leash around my neck making my already difficult breathing even worse. Forced into being somebody's pet, or worse slave.

"Paaaaaat..."

They'll probably strip me naked since "pets don't wear clothes," but they'll probably just use that as an excuse to expose me and laugh at my wimpy, flaccid dick. Why did I have to be a grower and not a shower? My dick is perfectly average-size when erect. Why couldn't this have been the satanic virgin sacrifice like I thought it would be? It would've been far less stressful.

"PAT!!!"

"W-what!?" And like that, Perci had brought me out of my temporary dissociation.

"Sorry, maybe I should step outside." I excused myself automatically.

"But we're already outside..." Perci deadpanned.

I hadn't taken the time to notice, but she was right. Looking around, Cairo, Perci, and I still stood on the backyard deck, our faces softly illuminated by the gibbous moon. Sounds of various affairs inside were slightly muted by the general ambience of the night.

"Oh..." I bumbled pathetically, looking around, "I see."

Unfortunately, regaining awareness of my surroundings did little to relieve my churning insides. If anything, it made them worse. Not only did I have to deal with the fucking anxiety, but I had to pretend like it wasn't bothering me, and right after spacing out, too. Shit, they must think I'm a goddamned idiot!

"So, uh, we're having an orgy?" I asked, desperately changing the subject.

"Kink party. Totally different." Cairo connected.

That's nice, just one question... What's the goddamn difference? When you bring implements of pain and bondage to a party and force people into submission, no one's really gonna fucking care what you call it!

"Are you sure you're alright?" approached Perci, placing her hand on my shoulder.

"AH!" I flinched, stepping away and jerking my arm from underneath her grasp.

When the hell did she get so close to me? Was I that off my rocker that I didn't even notice someone taking two measly paces towards me?

After moving back a few paces away, I faced my palm towards the girls in warning.

"Please... please don't..."

Fuck it. What does it matter now? If it wasn't obvious that I was freaking out before, then it was obvious now. I could practically sense the secondhand embarrassment coming from the two women.

My breathing was getting intense again, almost whistling through my nares. Holding my head down, unable to look them in the eyes, I could feel everything around me returning to the blur, the girls included. They probably had no idea what the hell was going on.

"Oh shit! I think I know what's going on!" Cairo exclaimed.

Wait, what?

"Perse, I'm gonna need your help for a moment," she said to Perci before turning back to me, "Pat, this might sound a little weird, but we want to give you a hug. Is it okay if we give you a hug?"

"Wait, we do?" Perci questioned.

"Yes, we do." She said to Perci before turning her attention back to me, "Is it okay if we give you a hug?"

...What kind of orgy mindfuckery was this!? Is that honestly something that somebody should actually believe? Especially from two little succubi at a kink party? For all I knew, she could be lying and me trusting her could banish me to a hellish night of whips and chains. Yeah, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck that!

"Wait, is he... is this a blanket situation?'" Perci piped up.

"What's a blanket situation?'" I inquired.

"Yeah, it's a blanket situation." Cairo answered.

"Oh shit! I didn't realize."

"What the fuck is a blanket situation?" I shouted impatiently.

The time for rational thought had long passed for me and I was ready to assume the worst case scenario regarding everything. So, as far as I knew, a 'blanket situation' was them throwing a blanket net over me and then tossing me in a cage.

"Don't worry," She assured, "Perci and I aren't going to harm you or anything. It's really just a hug, nothing more, nothing less."

"Then just tell me what a blanket situation is," I pleaded.

Cautiously, Cairo raised her hands where I could see them and took one, and only one, step forward. I waited apprehensively for her to try to take another step, but it never came. Thank goodness, because I'm not sure what I would've done if she had.

"So, remember when I said that smoking helps with my anxiety?"

I nodded.

"Well, it really only helps with the mild, residual anxiety. Sometimes, it can get really bad, though. Like your heart is sinking into your stomach and your negative thoughts are all over the place. Do you know what I mean?"

She... she understood?

"Anyway," she continued before I could answer, "it's different for everyone, but when I get like that, physical contact, like hugging, usual helps me calm down."

"But what does this have to with blankets?" I preemptively squawked.

"I'm getting to it," she answered before resuming, "See, the thing about hugging someone with anxiety is that you can't bear hug 'em like you're trying to break their spine. You want to be super soft and super gentle. Basically, you kind of want to drape yourself around the person, like a blanket."

...There has to be more to it than that.

"...So you're saying a blanket situation is just an anxiety attack?"

"Pretty much."

An anxiety attack! I was having a fucking anxiety attack! Why? I mean, I used to get nervous about tests in high school sometimes, but it was nothing studying with a few index cards couldn't fix. I haven't let my emotions get the better of me in a public setting since I was in elementary school, but now I have, and it's worrying those around me.

I could feel something turning. My insides were still thrashing like winds in a hurricane, but... it felt like the winds were changing directions. It was hard to even think with my mental state, but at the same time, Cairo's simple explanation felt like a small dose of clarity among all this stress I've put on myself. No, it wasn't just an explanation, it was empathy. She knows exactly what's going on in my head and how dark of an abyss it is right now.

As afraid as I was of turning into somebody's slave tonight, I doubted she'd be heartless enough to try that shit on me. Plus, Perci didn't even know this was supposed to be bondage night, did she? Losing all faith her just because no one filled her in is kind of an asshole thing to do, isn't it?

"Okay," I yielded.

"Alright," Cairo confirmed, "Now, Pat? If any of this starts to get overwhelming, let us know and we'll stop."

I nodded in understanding.

With all our bases covered, the two women finally approached me. I did my best not to flinch again as I felt Cairo and Perci's hands on either side of my body slowly caressing me as their bodies inched closer, sandwiching me between the two of them. In the back of my mind, I was still waiting for the moment something would go wrong: getting wrestled to the ground, tranquilized by syringe or chloroform rag, etc. But after ten, twenty, thirty seconds, it was just as exactly as Cairo described. The two girls felt like blanket, using their natural body heat to keep me warm. The effects slowly began to make themselves present. My heart no longer felt like it was sinking in my chest and it had become easier to control my breathing. Within minutes, I was back to sanity.

"How much longer do we need to keep this up?" Perci interjected, breaking the silence.

"No way to tell. Another minute or so, maybe."

"Actually, I'm okay now," I clarified.

"You're good?"

"Yeah."

And with that the two girls had left my sides.

"I'm sorry," I apologized, "This has never happened before."

"I'm going to take a guess and say that you're not one hundred percent okay with the whole kink scene," Cairo surmised.

I looked away.

"It's okay. It's not everyone's thing. I get that," Perci assured.

"Look It's just..." I hesitated, "I don't want to want to be a part of this. I don't want to be anybody's pet... or slave, or whatever."

"No offense, but I don't think you know the first thing about kink. Nobody's going to make you do anything you don't wanna do, Pat. You know that, right?"

"But isn't that the whole dynamic?"

"It really isn't."

"Perci," Cairo butted in, "you said it was Bear who left out that tonight was a kink party, right?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Because it looks like there's a certain grizzly that needs to be punished for causing our friend unneeded stress."

The siamese cat then proceeded to sashay her way back into the house, leaving me alone with Perci.

"Pat?" she called.

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry about not telling you about tonight. I swear, I honestly thought it was just gonna be a simple night if hanging out. Nothing crazy like this."

I shrugged, "Eh, I wouldn't worry about it."

"But I ended up giving you an anxiety attack."

She had a point.

"Well, isn't Bear as much at fault for telling you about torture-each-other night? Actually, speaking of, is he going to be alright, with Cairo... doing whatever to him?" I asked.

"Cairo knows his limits. She's not going to do anything that he'd consider actual torture."

At some point, I should really ask for some clarification on the differentiation between this and actual torture.

"But seriously though, if Cairo is going to put Bear through the ringer, then things are gonna get loud, and if this really isn't your thing, then I recommend we escape to the back room and just chill until it all blows over, watch a movie or something. I can keep you company... in a totally PG-rated fashion, I mean."

I responded with another shrug, "Well, it's better than what I thought tonight might be."

"You mean 'becoming somebody's pet?'" She puzzled.

"Actually, full disclosure? In the beginning, I thought your friends were gonna make me the virgin sacrifice at a satanic ritual."

"You did not!" She laughed.

"Well, I figured 'What would be the worst case scenario?' and that's just... where my mind went."

"Awww, poor Pat! We'd never do that, especially without your consent," She oddly assured me as she made her way towards the house, "Now come on, let's go find a movie before things get too hectic."

With our conversation at a close, Perci finally opened the sliding door and the sounds from inside made themselves crystal clear.

"YOU SHOULD BE FUCKING ASHAMED OF YOURSELF!!!"

Specifically, Cairo's chastising.

She was currently pointing a finger in Bear's face, while the massive grizzly had his back pressed up against the wall, like he was hopelessly trying to phase through the wall and escape the berating.

"Y-yes." Bear stuttered out of character.

Cairo slapped him.

"Woah!" I clamored at the sight as I walked back inside.

Perci was quick to whisper in my ear, "It's just part of the act. Don't worry."

"YES, WHAT!?" Cairo screamed in Bear's face, before I had a chance to ask any questions.

"Yes, Mistress!" He cried out.

"That's right! Don't ever forget my title again!"

I made a quick mental note to never piss Cairo off.

"Check in?" Cairo asked, momentarily breaking her anger persona. Huh?

"Totally Green." Bear responded, with all the fear from his voice prior completely absent.

"Perfect! Now, I'm going to go get my toys," Cairo announced going straight back into character, "And if you move a single inch while I'm away, I'm gonna break your fucking soul! Do you understand?"

"Y-Yes, Mistress."

**SMACK**

What the...!?

I spun my head instinctively to the other side of the roomwards to find the topless Teej bent over the couch, with Dwight standing behind her, paddle in hand.

**SMACK** "Mmmmmm, aw yeah."

Wait, was she... moaning?

Goddamn, if anyone was going to be a dominatrix, I would've assumed it was Teej, but seeing that vulgar loudmouth not only get paddled across the ass, but enjoy it? ...And I thought the laid back stoner being a cruel, venomous mistress was a surprise.

"Harder, Dwight! I can barely feel it under the jeans?" she begged.

"Teej, if they're such an obstacle, just take 'em off then."

"Know what? Fuck it, I think I will."

Without even getting up from the end of the couch, her hands dashed to the button of her jeans, loosening it from its buttonhole in record time. In only a moment, her shorts went from being snug around her waist, to being kicked off her legs. Her ringed tail was raised high, showing off how the skimpy panties hugged her voluptuous rear end under her red, translucent pantyhose.

She gave no thought or care to anybody in the room. Not even the green-feathered stranger staring bug-eyed directly at her cunt sandwiched between voluptuous asscheeks. She knew what she wanted, she didn't care how she got it, and now she was eagerly waiting for her tiger boyfriend to deliver.

"YOU PIECE OF SHIT!!! YOU MOVED!!!"

Once again, the sound of Cairo's malicious bout of emasculating Bear permeated my eardrums, fully distracting me from the scene in the couch. Turning my head back to the commotion, I saw Cairo return with a riding crop in her right hand and a plastic bag containing items unknown in her left.

"It was an accident!" Bear cried, only to be struck on the hip.

**WHIP**

"I. Don't. CARE! I gave you an order and you disobeyed me! Do you know what that means?"

"...P-punishment."

"That's right, pet. Now give me your clothes!"

**SMACK** "Oh, fuuuuuck yeah! That's loads better!" Teej howled.

My eyes bounced from one scene to the other like a tennis ball at Wimbledon. Cairo's demands would pull me into her scene until Dwight brought the paddle down against Teej's rump again, drawing me back into her masochistic display.

**SMACK** "Oh, fuck!"

**WHIP** "Now, slave! Off with them!"

**SMACK**

"I meant all of them, you worthless dolt!"

**SMACK**

"Yo, Pat!"

"Huh?" My attention grabbed, I poked my head up, looking for the source of the call, finding Perci lingering by the hallway to the other rooms of the house.

"The movie remember?"

"Oh right! I'm coming!"

"TV room's over this way," she said, making her way towards doorway at the end of the hall.

Following her, I soon arrived at a fairly small room, decorated with wood paneling walls and dark red carpet. A long, black leather couch sat on one side of the room while a large, 60-inch, flat screen TV sat atop a large ground shelf, packed with DVDs, most of which appeared to be horror movies.

"Here," she said, offering me the remote, "I'm not too big on scary movies, but other than that, pick whatever you want. I'm gonna go get snacks. Any preferences?"

"Potato chips, please."

"All right, I'll be back in two seconds." she reassured as she trekked back into the party.

Remote in hand, I sat down next to her and fired up the cable box. However, checking the listings, I didn't find any to be too interesting: sports, movies I've never heard of, shows I don't watch, etc. After a few minutes, I admitted defeat, lightly tossing the remote onto the cushion next to me. Hopefully, Perci would find something we could both enjoy when she gets back.

I tilted my head back and closed my eyes, getting comfortable while I waited for her to return with snacks. With nothing to really do but think, I let my mind wander. At first, I merely reflected on the possibilities of the types of chips in Bear's pantry, hoping he had chip with ridges over flat chips. However, it wasn't long before my thoughts were less about the kitchen and more about the living room where various acts of promiscuity were taking place.

In my mind's eye, I saw Bear, stripped completely by Mistress Cairo, blushing as he covered his groin, while Cairo was slowly walking circles around him, tracing the end her riding crop along the thick strands of his exposed, russet-colored fur.

And willingly bent over the side of the couch was the half-naked raccoon, with her light-brown fur tinted red by her remaining garments, while her immense bosom lay bare to anyone who wished to gaze upon it.

I had to concede there was something positively alluring about these individuals being so open about their sexuality. It was like watching porn stars at work, but without the camera crew. Even so, I wasn't exactly over the hill about the use of pain and humiliation.

It's not like I've been living under a rock and have never seen BDSM before. I've seen enough sex comedies to see it pop up once or twice for an uncomfortable joke. There's also that trilogy of horrible books (that shall not be named) that brought the whole thing into the spotlight for a while a few years back.

Then again, the movies always played it for jokes and the horrible books were criticized as just being about an abusive relationship (which it was). This, on the other hand, was between consenting adults who genuinely enjoyed BDSM as recreation, and as far as I knew, had plenty of experience with it.

It made me wonder about that manic pixie dream poodle and where she stood amongst all this sinful behavior. What perverted pursuits would Perci be partaking in if she wasn't babysitting me? Would she be half-naked and bent over the couch waiting to be paddled, or would she be shouting at David and threatening him a riding crop?

My imagination instantly set about with the former option, picturing Perci standing in the center of room as David stripped her of her garments leaving her naked for everyone to see. She'd want to cover up, but the mountain goat wouldn't dare let her hide such beauty from her audience.

Of course, it's just an act. She wouldn't actually she embarrassed. It's just like she said, "Why should I be? It's only my body."

But I'd bet my beak that would change once the touching and teasing came into play. A caress of the nipples, a brush of a finger against her labia, and in no time, her cheeks would glow red and the slit between her legs would grow wet with her fluids.

But that would only fuel her tormentor. The teasing would turning to full-on groping. Caressing her nipples would lead to pinching them until she moaned. The finger brushing against her secret lips would slip between the folds and sink itself into her body.

Her knees would grow weak from all the stimulation, but she would hold because that was what I demanded of her. Even with my hands holding her breasts and my fingers penetrating her womb, she knew that falling to the floor would be seen as disobedience, and disobedience of any kind would be met with punishment.

"Havin' fun there?" I heard her say... the real her.

My eyes shot open. With my daydreaming put to an abrupt end, I was met with a very still-clothed Perci, standing in the doorway and cradling an assortment of junk food in her arms.

"What were you thinkin' about?" She asked coyly, "Anything good?"

I was also met with the grave realization that while my brain was preoccupied with the exhibitionist power fantasy, I had, at some point, impetuously began rubbing my erect member though my jeans.

"M-Maybe, I should just go," I faltered, quickly removing the condemning limb from my crotch.

"Why?"

I couldn't answer. I could feeling my heart sinking into my stomach and I doubted Perci felt like dealing with a blanket situation when the person having it was pleasuring himself to the thought of playing with her body like a doll.

"I can just call a taxi and be out of everybody's hair," I continued, standing up, ready to bolt out the door once Perci got out of my way.

"Pat, I'm not mad at you."

"Why not?" I shot back without thinking.

My mental state may have slowly been coming undone, but I quickly reminded myself that lashing out was only going to make it even worse. Internally crushing myself, I sat back down.

Perci dropped the snacks onto the ground shelf and sat next to me.

"Listen," she spoke, "you've seen what everybody's doing in the living room, right?"

"Yeah," I meekly replied.

"I don't know about you, but I think it's definitely worse than a little fondling."

"I guess."

"You've probably noticed by now that we are huuuuuuuuuuuuge perverts."

"The nudity and the spanking kind of gave it away..." I pointed out, mockingly rolling my eyes.

Perci chuckled at my comment, offering a small bit of relief for me. With everything back to normal, I picked up the remote and handed it to her.

"I didn't see anything particular noteworthy to watch. Maybe there's something you like that's on right now."

She proceeded with checking the listings much like I did. Then she checked them again. After her second run through the guide, she let out a defeated sigh.

"Why is there nothing good on?" she complained.

Damn, well there goes that idea. Not much else to really do back here. We could hunker down on all the snacks Perci brought, but knowing my eating habits, that would last me 20 minutes at most and leave me with sores all over the insides of my mouth from all that sodium. The only real option available was starting up a conversation, and I've already said my piece on how that's not the easiest thing for me to accomplish.

"Honestly, do you wanna just go back out there and watch everybody fool around?"

I almost cracked my neck with how quickly I did a double-take. "What?"

"I mean it's more entertaining than what's on TV," She pointed out.

As much as I didn't want to admit it, she was right. Seeing that hot-headed raccoon turn into a submissive pain slut was rather satisfying. Even seeing Bear forced to undress among friends in his own house was a unique enough sight to question my alleged heterosexuality. But was I really willing enough to admit it, especially when I had no understanding of it?

"I just figured you kind of enjoyed what was going on in there, you know? That's why you were doing the thing."

"What thing?"

"You know..." she answered, grabbing her crotch, "this thing."

"Can we not bring that up?" I snapped.

"Sorry, sorry," she backed off, removing her hand and ending her erotic charade.

"I just..." she began, pausing to think her words over, "I know what you said before about not wanting to be somebody's pet... and if it's not what you want, then I can respect, and so will they, but kink is sooooooooo much more than that. It's... it's intimacy... and communication and therapy... it's taking the weirdest, most depraved part of yourself... and sharing it with someone who's just as crazy and perverted as you are..."

Put like that, the whole ordeal sounded more melancholy than the hedonists in the living room let on.

"It's... ugh," she grunted, throwing her head back into the couch cushion, "It's really fucking hard to explain... but if there's even the slightest chance that you may actually like it... I don't want you to feel embarrassed or conflicted by it... and neither would they... I mean, there's always gonna be that part that feels weird, but when you're with someone who's into the exact same thing as you... it's pure ecstasy."

It was kind of ironic, when you think about it. Her speech was passionate and, in a peculiar way, wholesome. Out of content, it's likely a listener wouldn't even realize she was talking about BDSM.

She mentioned 'being with someone who's into the exact same thing as you,' but how would I know if anyone is that someone if I don't even know what I'm into. Those people out there are only acquaintances, borderline strangers to me. Maybe, if they were people I already knew and had some level of rapport with, I'd feel more comfortable talking about something so sensual, but taking part in it...

At the same time, who said I had to take part? If I recall correctly, no one had any issue with me while observed them act out their respective sins.

Is that it though? The whole solution, I mean. Is this something that I should just accept as the current happenstance and just stop overthinking the whole debacle? After all, It's how I approached smoking weed and so far I am neither dead nor in jail like the PSAs said I would be.

In the end, this whole internal deliberation comes down to two choices. The first is that I sit here on this couch, watch uninteresting TV like a loafer, and eat junk food with a girl who's just as disinterested in the TV program as I am. The second one is that I could stop being a coward, go out there, learn something about myself, make friends out of all these crazy perverts, possibly lose my virginity (best case scenario), and walk away from tonight with a hell of a story to tell...

Looking at it like that, was the safe option really the best option?

Thinking about it, my leg was fidgeting like mad, as if it knew it was supposed to be moving, going somewhere new and unexpected, only yielding due to the brain holding it back.

At last, my mind submitted, pushing myself off the couch and standing upright. facing Perci.

"I'm gonna go out there, I want your word nobody's gonna force themselves on me."

I didn't think anyone would, but better safe than sorry.

"Of course! That's our rule, too."

"And if anything makes me too uncomfortable, I reserve the right to call a cab and get the hell out of there."

She sighed, but nonetheless conceded, "If you must."

"Okay, good!" I resounded, "And another thing. If we go out there, I'm gonna have a shitload of questions about what's going on. Are you gonna be willing to answer them?"

"To the best of my ability, yeah." she remarked.

"Okay, one last thing... I don't have a one last thing. But if I think of something within reason, I'll let you know."

"All right, but Pat?"

"Yeah?"

She stood up, "I know this isn't your typical night out with friends, but please try to have fun."

Part of me wanted to say, "Easier said than done," but given the ground rules I had just laid out for her, a simple reminder not to overthink everything was fair game. I took a deep breath in, letting it fill every square inch of my lungs before releasing. One last utterance escaped my beak before facing the doorway and making my first steps towards the living room.

"Carpe fucking diem.