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The pink-furred cat pulled her boyfriend along by the wrist and spoke words lost under the noise of the party. Milo didn't need to hear what she was saying to know where she was taking him. During the ride over to the club, during the show, and during the encore, Julie went on about wanting to meet the singer. Milo thought his music was vulgar and noisome. Julie loved rock and roll. She also found the singer very attractive, something Milo intuited from the way she prattled on about his lyrics and smooth baritone voice.

Julie pulled Milo past writhing crowds toward the private room where the singer had retreated. A pair of meaty bouncers, both equines whose necks were as thick as Milo's torso, looked through the two cats.

It was quieter towards the rooms. Julie said in a voice raised just above the din of the dance music, "Can we get through? Can we see Kahnso?"

Stallion #1 looked to Stallion #2. #2 shrugged. #1 said as he pointed to her chest, "Let's see your pass."

"No way!" Milo said, scowling.

Julie swatted him and then tugged up her shirt. Her breasts were plump mounds in a cotton-white brassiere. Stallion #1 nodded and stepped to the side. His counterpart moved in eerie symmetry as if they were mirrored, and together they opened the big double door to the private room.

Milo was dragged through by his girlfriend and the doors were closed at their backs. Milo stared at her with a subtle pout in his features.

"What? Come on," Julie giggled. "It's not like I took my bra off."

"What if they asked to see my balls? What then?" the blue cat pouted.

Julie smiled and kissed him. "Then I would've taken your pants off, duh. Come on, let's go find Kahnso."

Kahnso was not hard to find. Like he was a singularity, all paths here led to him. He was the focus of all attention in the softly-lit room. Framed posters of rock legends in action and repose lined the walls, Kahnso's yowling portrait among them. Milo was unimpressed, but Julie was enamored.

The cats got a drink each. These were complimentary cocktails offered by a topless cockatoo carrying a tray. Milo tried not to stare at her jiggling, naked tits but failed to do so. Julie thought his staring was cute.

They found the singer sitting on an elevated throne with a girl in his lap as if he were a perverse Santa Claus. She was far smaller than he was, but clearly an adult. The scale of the throne threw off the perspective, making it seem as if Kahnso were not seven feet tall but instead a more manageable size.

The gigantic fox's fingers traced the girl's cunt through panties and under a skirt. She was a husky dog, pretty and girlish, and Milo could easily picture his girlfriend in her place, and here he saw a good escape. He tugged her arm by the bicep and urged, "He's busy, we ought to just go. I doubt we-."

Julie swatted at his face, giggling at his attempt to change her mind. "I can get his attention," she said, and passed her half-drunk cocktail off on him. Now she pushed her way through the small gathering, moving inexorably closer to the singer, and Milo knew she was going to show off her tits. This time, she would take her bra off. It was just how things would go. That was what girls did when they were close to rock royalty.

The male cat looked for a place to put the cocktails, of which has had hardly been touched. He settled for awkwardly setting them on an end table taken up mostly by a potted plant and started after his girlfriend.

Julie had a ten-second lead and a spring in her step. She was up to the throne with her bra unclasped underneath her shirt before Milo had any hope of catching her. Just as Kahnso drew a finger out of the husky's panties, the digit gleaming and the girl panting and grasping his arm, Julie stopped at the four steps leading up to the throne.

"Hey, Kahnso! Hey, hey!" Julie called, and hoisted up her striped shirt. Her youthful breasts bobbed free, pink nipples perky and aimed nearly dead ahead like well-aligned headlights. "Look at the-e-ese!"

Kahnso did look, and he smiled. The husky dog was staring at Julie with a sour expression like she wanted this annoying cat to fuck off but would not say so.

"Nice titties, kitty-cat," the big fox said, leaning forward in his seat. He kissed the husky's ear and then nudged her out of his lap. "I'll plow you later, honey. Go see my assistant, tell him to make you an appointment."

Despite the promise, the dog was upset. She left pouting and humiliated, and would forever think hatefully of that annoying pink cat with her perky, plump tits.

Julie tugged her shirt down, grinning at Kahnso. A rush of unreality hit her, telling her that this situation was ridiculous and she should be at least ashamed of herself, but she was overall pretty happy with what she had done so far. She bounced up the steps, followed by her boyfriend who stopped at the bottom and watched her uncertainly. She tossed her bra back and he caught it, then crumpled it into his paws as if it were a note he was unhappy with.

"Oh god, hi! Hey!" Julie bubbled, leaning on the throne with a big grin on her face and a swish in her tail. "I can't believe it, you're actually-, you're so huge!"

Kahnso leaned back in his throne, spine straight, appearance decadent but regal as if he were indeed royalty. The smirk was what undermined it all, undoing the air of nobility better than the barbaric hair and the leather bands could. The smirk was a look of lust and interest. His brush tail flicked to the side of the throne, sticking through one of the gaps below the armrests. The diameter of its fluff was almost as great as Julie's torso.

"And you're so perky," said Kahnso with a chuckle. He patted his lap and Julie was his pet at once. She sat sidesaddle on a big leg and that Santa Claus image was back again. Kahnso's paw slipped under Julie's shirt and palmed the thick curves of her breasts. "What's your name, girly?"

Milo came thudding up the steps, scowl on his face, worry in his eyes. "That's my girlfriend you're feeling up," he said in what he hoped would be an intimidating snarl. Milo was never one for confrontation and tended to revert to a whining kitten when faced with the smallest amount of dominance.

Kahnso did not pause his pawing. "And?" He looked at Julie. A sneer crept across his lips. "You date this fag? Seriously? I bet his dick's smaller than my pinky."

Milo was staggered. He looked to Julie with hurt eyes, willing her to defend him from the handsome thug she'd latched onto. But she was giggling, and she began to palm his unencumbered paw. She gripped the pinky and the disparity in their sizes made her look like an infant grasping the finger of an adult.

"He's a little bigger than this," she said, and smiled at Milo. Now to Kahnso, beaming a genuine smile, "My name's Julie, and that's Milo. It's so nice to meet you."

The large fox in the leather loincloth wrapped his arms around Julie and stood. Her weight was nothing to him and he did not stagger, but Julie still squealed and tossed her arms around his neck. Their faces were close now and she took the chance to kiss him, getting a kiss back. Milo grunted and lashed his tail.

"Stop that," he hissed. "I mean it! I have claws!"

Kahnso looked down at Milo. He continued to look down at Milo as he descended the steps. On equal footing with the cat, he was still a giant. There were no lifts on his feet, no tricks of perspective; Kahnso was tremendous. Milo shifted on his feet.

"Kid," Kahnso said slowly, "you draw one drop of blood from me, I'll send you halfway to the morgue. And I'll have my boys outside finish the job." He brushed past Milo, knocking him on his ass toward the steps. Some of the guests in Kahnso's private party snickered, but most were uninterested. Kahnso making a cuckold out of anybody stupid enough to come in with a pretty girl was not a new show.

Julie watched over Kahnso's shoulder as Milo got up and followed. Julie whispered into Kahnso's ear, "Don't actually put him in the morgue, please. He's not gonna do anything. Hell, he keeps his claws neater than mine."

"No problem, baby," Kahnso growled. "But I'll be goddamned if I'm gonna let him tell me who I can't fuck."

Kahnso took Julie into a private bedroom adjoined to the party room. It was like a small hotel suite decorated with Kahnso's sensibilities: shag carpeting in ruby red, a colossal love nest of a bed with pillows galore, another metal-and-wood throne like the one out in the main den, and a fully stocked minibar. Kahnso set Julie down on the bed and turned to the bar.

Just as Milo came in after the pair with red cheeks and the bra matted up into a wrinkled ball, Kahnso poured two shots of tequila. He made his own a double. "Julie, have a sip of this, baby," said the singer, walking close to her with both short glasses.

The girl tugged her striped shirt off for good then took her shot from Kahnso. She downed it in one gulp and then coughed. Demurely, she cupped a paw to her muzzle, then giggled. Now Kahnso did his shot, showing no reaction to the doubled-up liquor.

"Want another?"

"Don't get her drunk!" Milo snapped, but kept a healthy distance from the bed. "I mean it!"

Kahnso peered at Milo from the very periphery of his vision. Then he asked Julie again, "Want another?"

"Actually," Julie said, avoiding Milo's hurt stare, "I hear you're into, ah..." Her smile was tight and coy. "More than just drinks."

The fox smiled. He sauntered back to the bar and Julie studied his bare ass closely, thinking it was really something special that his loincloth was backless. The singer downed another double of tequila and leaned on the bar. He said slyly, "I think I know what you mean."

"No way, no-, no fucking way," Milo said shakily. "Julie-!"

"Oh, shut up, Milo," Julie said, giggling. "You wanted to try cucking, you said!"

Not like this, Milo thought bitterly. He wanted it to involve another woman. Maybe a mutual friend. Not this thug.

Kahnso moved beside the bed now, brushing past Julie on his way. The cat took hold of his big, soft tail and ran her fingers through its dreamy puff of fur as it slithered past her.

The singer came away from the space between the bed and the wall with a fine leather briefcase. He spun its combination tumblers quickly and popped it open on the bed's surface. Julie leaned over, eyes going wide as she scanned the portable pharmacy inside. A simultaneous rush of broken taboos and concern whirled through her body. Her heart fluttered.

"What the hell," she gasped. "I don't know what half of this is."

"I don't share my adrenochrome with anybody," Kahnso said dryly, "but I think I can spare a little of this." He trailed his finger along a line of orange prescription bottles secured in cloth loops, looking like shells in a bandolier. The bottle he stopped on and removed was filled with white oval tablets. He shook a handful out, then took a bottle of spring water out of the mini-fridge and downed four of the tablets. He offered the remaining two to Julie along with the water.

Julie looked at the pills, so tiny in his colossal palm. "I don't-, I'm not sure."

"Let's go, Julie," Milo said urgently. He was frozen in place, passing the wadded-up bra from palm to palm. Oh god, oh shit, this is stupid, this is so stupid, she's gonna OD or something.

"What are these?" the girl asked, and then took them from Kahnso. She gulped them down, thinking as she did, how exciting!

"Painkillers," Kahnso said. "Pretty strong shit."

"I'm not in any pain," Julie said warily.

Kahnso winked. "That's not why people take 'em, sugar. Now let's fuck. Show me that pussy, and I'm not talking about your boyfriend."

"Fuck you," Milo hissed.

"Fuck you, candyass. I'll do it after I nut in your woman, how's that sound?" Kahnso turned to face the tom as the edge in his voice rose. Won't be feeling that nasty once the pills kicks in, Kahnso thought. "Huh? Give you some greasy sloppy-seconds, fuck you up the ass with your girlfriend's pussy stink on my dick."

Julie was mortified, but also amused. She loved to see this look on Milo's face: abject revulsion. It was close to his other emphatic responses like anger and fear, but the differences were subtle and she knew them all fairly well. She reached out to Kahnso and touched his naked, chiseled ass. She was not one for rimming and her opinion had not changed, but she could see what some people saw in asses.

"Let him be," she said, but not with any mercy toward Milo. "You have other things to worry about, don't you?"

Kahnso turned back to Julie and for a moment she saw the rapist monster so many women had reputedly been abused by. The snarling jowls, the teeth bare up to the gums, the pupils tiny and the eyes bestial wedges. In that face she saw hatred and lust, and she was lanced by exhilaration. Oh, ravage me, beast, she thought briefly. Then the face softened, the features regaining the practiced coolness she had seen on magazine covers and in interviews on TV and YouTube. He grinned at her and she realized that the calm was a mask he wore.

"Sure, baby. I sure do." He knelt on the bed, sitting with one leg tucked underneath himself. He unclasped his loincloth and tossed it to the floor. Now his sheath was naked, heavy balls below it. A red penis lipsticked from the mouth of the sheath and its flesh was slippery with precum. Julie looked at it with unladylike lust and started on her shorts. There was nothing to them, just a zipper and a button, and that took her no time at all. She shoved them down along with her panties which took longer to deal with because they stuck to her wet pussy and inverted at the crotch.

Milo inched closer, ears flat and cock stiffening. He hated that he was getting hard. It was not Kahnso's nudity or that of his girlfriend, even though he still found her very attractive. He was hard because of the situation and his role of bystander in it. This was cuckolding and he found he was enjoying it, but he was hating it too.

Kahnso leaned over Julie and helped with her panties. He pushed a finger between their fabric and her cuntlips, parting them with his digit going the same direction as their split. The bottom of his finger grazed the pink inside and she shuddered, clinging to him. He pulled away the panties, leaving them around her thighs for her to deal with herself. Then an idea came to him and he said, "Get over here and get your girlfriend's panties off."

Milo was about to say no way, fuck off, but his leaden feet moved. He was listening to this brute because he was the alpha, he was in control, and that was something Milo would never be. He was living vicariously through this seven-foot-tall stud because his own life was lame and his sex life was governed by what his girlfriend wanted. And now she wanted to do "Kocaine" Kahnso, alleged rapist and proven dope addict. He said nothing, keeping his eyes on Julie's delicate muff as her paw moved to the side, moved into his periphery vision where it grasped Kahnso's sheath. He pulled down her panties slowly and got them off of her feet. Only then did he glance at what her paw was doing.

Julie fondled Kahnso's penis inside its sheath. Her fingers moved slowly, loping over this great red meat as if she were an archaeologist gently studying some artifact. Her pink digits slithered under the sheath, rubbing growing cockflesh and the pink inner walls of the sheath with the same motions. Each time she drew back her fingers, they were more and more damp, as if a mouth were leaving saliva in their follicles.

The tom shuffled around to the bar as if in a daze and poured himself a shot of tequila. When he downed that, he had another. By the time he wobbled back to the bed and sat on its edge, Kahnso's penis was fully exposed. A turgid fifteen or sixteen inches of red rocket ship, it demanded attention even from a straight man. He thought with some bitterness, I hope that hurts, Julie. I hope that knot hurts like a bitch.

Kahnso shoved Julie onto her back, the girl cat reacting with a shocked mewl. Milo's senses were dull from the tequila but the soft, shocked cry of his girlfriend caused his ears to perk, his heart to switch to a quicker gear. He tasted the bloodlike residue of adrenaline in the back of his throat. "What the fuck are you doing to her?" he demanded, but his voice shook. If he punches me once, he's gonna put me in the hospital, Milo thought as a full stop to his demand.

"Gonna fuck your girl, pussy," Kahnso growled, nuzzling into Julie's pretty, grinning face. With cats, Kahnso preferred bigger ones; tigers, lions, and panthers in that order. Julie still had the hallmarks of the big felines he loved, mostly the muzzle shape and the sharp teeth. He licked her neck, her cheek, the side of her head. His tongue was warm and juicy like a steak barely heated before being slapped on a plate

Did he mean he's gonna fuck my girl's pussy? Milo drunkenly considered. He was a lightweight and he knew he shouldn't have drunk the tequila at all. The liquor made it hard to hang onto that angry thread. Even now his adrenaline was simmering away and his erection was coming back.

Julie mrowled to the singer, pink tail whipping, clawed paws petting Kahnso's barbaric hair and prettyboy snout. Her head was starting to swim from the opiates. She visualized a hot air balloon lifting her up, pulling her mind out of the overcast clouds and into glorious sunshine where air was thin and good times were easy to come by. Good god, Kahnso was handsome and she couldn't believe this was happening to her. Milo didn't matter, not right now, and she may as well have said just that when she crooned, "God, Kahnso, I think you're everything a girl could want."

"Money, big dick, drugs, Lamborghinis," said Kahnso, grinning as he counted the ways in which he was perfect. "And I'll even let your faggot boyfriend lick the sweat off my nuts while I fuck you," he added, casting bloodshot red eyes on the blue cat.

"Fuck you," Milo said, surprised and repulsed. His voice was petulant.

"Asshole, then? Lick the sweat off my asshole?" Kahnso offered, smiling insufferably. Milo gave no reply. Kahnso went back to the pink cat beneath him. Every part of her writhing feline form demanded licks and kisses but he was a hungry fox in a big henhouse; more girls than Julie needed ravaging tonight. He rubbed his penis against her pubic mound, knot on her pussylips. It gave a rough approximation of where his cock would be once buried inside of her. The pointed tip lay just north of her navel.

"This is gonna hurt pretty good, kitty," Kahnso said, speaking in a murmur which was meant for Julie. Milo heard him clearly thanks to keen ears, but wished he hadn't. "So I want you to be real free and easy with those claws, baby. You go ahead and ra-a-ake those right the fuck down my back and draw all the blood you want out of me, honey." He kissed her lips, thought about making out with her, decided not to. Maybe after he knotted her like a rope. "Got it?"

"I got it," Julie sighed, closing her eyes. She opened them again when Kahnso, now straightened out on his knees, prodded her pussylips with his cock. She hadn't had a canine one in a long time. The shape was interesting but the size, even in her druggy state, was scary. But Kahnso was a man worth suffering for, she thought. How many other girls could say they got fucked by him? Probably a lot. Like, a fucking lo-o-ot, she immediately thought, and then giggled.

"So funny, girl?" Kahnso asked, the first word lost in a heavy fricative from his drunk tongue and lips.

"Oh, it's-, just thinking about something," Julie tittered.

"Probably thinking about what a fag your boyfriend is." His penis pressed slowly into her, the pointed tip making penetration simpler, the girth making it troublesome again. Julie was wet and snug; it was like sliding into a piece of heated, damp velvet. Anal sex was nice, blowjobs fucking fantastic, and Kahnso was always a sucker for a good titfuck, but vaginal sex was the end-all pleasure. There was a reason it was the time-honored tradition.

Milo leaned a bit closer and made himself more comfortable on the bed. Kahnso's prick sliding into Julie sparked equal feelings of betrayal and arousal in the blue tom. His eyes scanned his girl's face, saw the emphatic pleasure, and went back to the penetration. That was ironically easier to stand.

Julie whimpered and mewled as Kahnso pressed into her. She once whined to him, "No, no, slow down, slow down." Her voice was growing sloppy, far sloppier than it would have on booze alone. The pills were doing their thing with dispassionate efficiency, dulling her brain but driving pleasure hormones through the roof. This is an excellent treat, her brain decided, and I'm going to party now.

Milo stared, eyes down to wedges, face an unreadable mask. He rubbed himself through his pants, trying to do it surreptitiously, but the thought hit him that Kahnso did not care at all. Pussy and fag and loser - all of the names were general insults. It was bullying but it wasn't very focused. Kahnso was focused on Julie and had no interest in what he, Milo, was doing. The cat still didn't want to outright masturbate. He dreaded this becoming a regular event for them. A multimillionaire singer was one thing and Milo could almost stomach that - but what if she wanted some random stud at the bar next? Could his masculinity take that? He blocked out the thought and asked, quietly, "Kahnso, can I-, can I have some of your pills? Just a couple?"

Kahnso made an ugly, annoyed sound. He looked up from Julie, who crooned and writhed arrhythmically beneath him as if she were doing a dance on her back. Her eyes were open but vacant; windows into an empty house. "Mmyeah," he muttered. "Take whatever. They're, um-." He pushed further into Julie, now his knot was against her yet she seemed not to notice it. The bulk was incredible, the size and shape bringing to mind a fist. Milo looked away. "It's Percocet. That's it."

As Kahnso began to fuck the girl, who murmured about just how amazing and good and big Kahnso was, Milo looked into Kahnso's portable pharmacy and imagined someone pulling prints off of the bottles. The idea struck him as paranoid, but he rolled it over and over in his mind as if examining a puzzle. A little precaution couldn't hurt him.

He looked around, found a silk rag initialed K.K. laying on the countertop, and used that to pull out the bottle he wanted. He shook out two of the innocuous tablets (they look just like Tylenol) and washed them down with a sip from the water bottle. "Winners don't do drugs," he muttered to himself as he put things back the way they were. Feeling like his fate was sealed, he retook his place of shame on the bed.

It was impressive to Milo just how gigantic Kahnso was. That sense of scale was hard to grasp in pictures. He moved so smoothly, or at least he had before he imbibed. There was still a kind of beastly grace to the way he gyrated against Julie, muscles flexing and balls dragging on the silky comforter. He pawed at her breasts, licked one of the plump mounds. His attention drew a coo from Julie and she pawed back at him, demure fingertips trickling down his sweating, furry breast with awe as to his size. She braced her paws on him and appeared like she was attempting to hold him up.

The pills took hold of Milo quickly. His stomach was empty; the only thing he had eaten was part of a nacho platter, and Julie had had most of that anyway. The rush the medicine brought on was like a wave of pleasure in his head. Oh yes, he could see how people got hooked on these things. In not quite an instant, things seemed to be pretty okay. That was the quality things now had: okay. His girlfriend was being satisfied by a big alpha monster and that was okay. He slid down his pants, slid down his briefs, and masturbated with a sloppy paw. His penis seemed almost numb, the pleasure therefore slow to build up. That was okay too.

"Ooh, man. Oh, this is fucking good, you're so good," Julie said in a warbling little voice. "Ooh, my gawd..." The tips of her claws traced through downy fur, digging to the flesh as if finding ground under powdery snow. Without realizing it, she began to carve into him, drawing blood which loped down her fingers like ink from a fountain pen. Again without realizing it, she imbibed on the smell of the blood, her latent feline instincts activating yet more pleasure/reward centers of her brain. The Percocet soaked her in opiate ecstasy and all neurons seemed to fire towards one common bliss which the sex was slowly, but certainly building towards.

Each grinding thrust bumped the bulb of Kahnso's knot into her. Its great size threatened her, but she was presently too stupid to know it was going to hurt like hell when he got it inside of her. She pulled him down, pulling his hair with blood-caked paws. "Sugar me," she hissed, and met him as he obeyed her, noses meeting, lips parting. Her tongue was immediately overpowered by Kahnso's thick slab which sang so well. Julie didn't mind that his tongue was beating hers down and slathering the inside of her mouth. Like Milo, she found most things pretty okay right now. She loved a good kiss regardless of how inebriated she was.

Milo moved closer to the action with the locomotion of a worm. He was close enough to stare at Kahnso's profile. His eyes roamed Kahnso's body and Julie's with a feeling of inadequacy layered beneath lust. The drug and drink was opening the floodgates of feel-good hormones in his brain, papering over his negativity so that instead of feeling particularly good about being a cuckold, the bitterness merely seemed like a void. He still comprehended his situation but felt no real response to it, and his interest in the sex was detached as though he were watching porn on his computer.

"Are you gonna put that in her?" Milo asked in a voice just beginning to slur. "It's too big."

Kahnso ignored Milo. Julie's drunken eyes lolled his way but they were a doll's eyes, her gaze free of comprehension. Milo reached out and touched her breast where Kahnso wasn't. He loved her breasts, even now.

The fox's body was massive but surprisingly limber for something made up of so much chiseled muscle. His gyrations were unstable but they were doing the job, and each one was pushing the knot against Julie, widening the split of her cuntlips and attempting to wallow out the vagina itself.

Julie mewled for Kahnso, for his cock. She was aware of some pain like someone in a coma hearing a visitor's voice. Her participation in the kiss was nearly passive but her body was pressing back against his, instinct and reflex spurring dulled muscle and nerve. There was pain, but Julie was on painkillers. Only truncated signals made it from her loins to her brain. She had no idea just how much she was being stretched by the singer.

Milo's masturbation grew faster. He rolled onto his back, it being an easier position for self-abuse, but he turned his head to see his girlfriend's satisfaction. He viewed her roaming paws and swishing tail as displays of lust for the rock star, not knowing she was so wasted as to be basically asleep. Believing that she was being so completely indulged gave Milo a twinge of pleasure. His favorite porn was the kind where everybody got off.

Kahnso, the only one in the room who had reasonable control of his faculties, left the kiss with Julie and planted his paws on the bed to support his great frame. He glanced at Milo, drawn by the wet slap of the tom's masturbation, and smirked as he saw what was going on. "You like it. Fuckin' queer," he hissed.

"You're not gonna put that in her, right?" Milo asked, sounding very stoned and not interested. He was masturbating quickly now, back arching somewhat. This was normally how he behaved when he was close to an orgasm but now he needed to work hard just to stay in the mood. "It's gonna stretch her way out."

"That's the point, stupid," Kahnso spat in an I-can't-believe-you-don't-know-that tone. He turned back to Julie, whose eyes were closed and arms were splayed. She was breathing hard, this visible from the heave of her breasts, but otherwise she appeared serene. Kahnso dragged his tongue up over her breasts and along her cheek.

The slurp roused Julie somewhat. She opened her eyes like a kitten doing so for the first time, then closed them again. "Gonna cum," she burbled. "Feels good..."

"Goddamn right it does," Kahnso concurred, hips piston-pumping Julie's drugged body. The red, pointed shaft of his cock was coring her out and Kahnso had no regard for her size or relative fragility. She was still wet and that was good enough for him. The bulb that was his knot smashed into her pussy with its seemingly impossible girth, forcing vaginal flesh wider and wider.

The tom's narrowed eyes were focused singularly on the penetration. Kahnso made him think of a dinosaur, an unlikely beast, something which should not be able to exist, but here he was and his penis was also a monster. Its shape was familiar to anyone who had ever been with a dog or a wolf or a fox, but its size put stallions to shame. He found the knot difficult to comprehend. He knew its biological function but he had no idea how something that big could feel good for anybody. Milo was so close to an orgasm. His paw moved so fast that it was a blur.

Kahnso murmured something to Julie. Still there? was Milo's guess at it, but he wasn't paying much attention. Julie mewled in reply, speaking no words, simple language beyond her now.

Kahnso's pace slowed and his posture changed with it, becoming more compact as though he wanted to curl around Julie and make a protective shell using his body. He braced an elbow on the bed and hugged her tightly with the other arm, keeping her close so his lumbering thrusts would not shove her away. Every push of his hips now threatened to bury the knot, pushing so furiously on her cuntlips that they throbbed and began to redden under their thin pink fur. Julie took notice of the harshness and whimpered for Kahnso. Whether it was a sound of encouragement or a plea for mercy was unclear.

"Shit," Milo said, voice slurred into the mushmouth of a stroke victim. Kahnso's knot, the fat red fist, was pressing against Julie's loins so powerfully that simple physics demanded something give way. Milo knew it would be his girlfriend's pussy which would buckle under the pressure; she was the path of least resistance and she would gape for him whether or not she wanted it anymore. Milo found this incredibly hot and he came thinking about how Kahnso's knot was going to savage her. He galvanized into a bowed shape, paw gripping his cock as if to strangle it. Then he shot, covering his shirt, ruining it with several sloppy ropes of semen. He flattened out like a puppet with cut strings and lay panting, his eyes glued to the live sex show happening a foot away.

Kahnso's knot bullied past the pliant flesh of Julie's loins, burying itself with such power that Julie shrieked despite her drug-induced stupor. She whined beneath Kahnso, clawed paws raking over the singer's back and shoulders like so many threads of razor wire. Blood oozed into his fur, forming senseless runes in the swirls Julie's fingers left. His pleasure peaked with the bloodletting and he unleashed his sloppy mess into Julie. Julie's own pain turned into a begrudged pleasure, the tears in her eyes and grimace on her face belying the fact that she too was cumming. The obscene bulk of Kahnso's knot and the way her vaginal walls pulled taut around it coupled with the scent of blood and the feeling of Kahnso's mighty bareback orgasm drove her over the edge. She let loose a primal yowl, arms and legs hooking around Kahnso and claws plunging deep into the meat of his back.

The singer's body heaved as pleasure dragged on and then wore thin. Pain and fatigue filled in the vacated space his climax left behind. He decoupled himself from Julie. He had no feelings whatsoever for this woman - love, he believed, was for fools who couldn't pull a steady supply of fresh pussy - but he was tied to her. He knelt with his cock buried inside of her, his knot straining her loins and permitting no fluid to leave.

"Hey, you. Fuckface," Kahnso said in a tired, rather bland tone to Milo. "Bring me that tequila." He added as the cat got up off the bed with slow, exhausted motions, "Just bring the bottle. Fuck the glasses."

Milo came back to Kahnso with the half-drained bottle. After he passed it to the singer, he peeled off his sticky shirt and fell back on the bed again, letting his legs hang off the edge.

The big fox took a few pulls off the bottle, then offered it to Milo. In his present state of everything's pretty okay, he thought a drink sounded nice and he had a short one. He coughed and passed it back to Kahnso.

"Your wife's pretty hot," the fox said, and had another couple of drinks. The tequila was steadily vanishing and Kahnso showed no sign of rejection or even irritation; Milo had no idea how he could drink the stuff like it was water.

Passively, Milo corrected, "She's just my girlfriend." Then, with the subtlety of an afterthought, "So that means it's okay for you to fuck her."

"Still makes you a-, what do the kids call it, a cuck?" Kahnso snickered. "Hey girl, pink cat chick. You still with us, kid?"

"Mhm," Julie answered, sounding very distant, very tired. "I'm just resting my eyes... these pills, what do you call them, perky-sets?"

"Close enough," Kahnso said, palming one of her tits. "Hey. Milo, right? Fagboy!"

"It's Milo," the tom quietly affirmed. "I'm straight. I'm serious."

Kahnso thumbed Julie's clit. The girl hissed softly; she was tender, still in afterglow. Kahnso tugged back his hips and Julie's vulva seemed to swell outward as the knot bound up inside of her. She whimpered, toes curling, claws coming out in reflex.

"Don't!" she said, grimacing.

Kahnso ignored her. Life, he found, was so much easier when you ignored whatever came out of their mouths. Usually it was please stop or I think I love you, two extremes, and Kahnso didn't care to hear either. The bottle of tequila occupied one paw but its counterpart held her hip. He pulled back his hips again, putting effort into it this time.

The girl yowled with pain the pills could only attempt to dull. Her paws swiped at Kahnso, instinct telling her to attack what was causing her so much agony. Her claws slid through the flesh on his chest and brought stings of pain with them. Kahnso dropped the tequila on the bed where it began to spill, and he wrangled Julie's wrists in one implacable hand. He did it so efficiently that Julie felt like a child being apprehended by an adult; she was powerless.

Kahnso's knot popped loose of Julie's vagina and the cat screamed, arching up her back and reeling in her legs. Then she kicked with them both, swinging her feet wildly at him. Kahnso let her wrist go, tugged back what was left of his cock easily and shoved aside her legs, causing her to do a quarter spin on the bed. He saw her hissing face and thought about slapping the shit out of her, but the barbaric urge passed. He sat back on the bed and picked up the bottle, sucked out the last remaining sip from it, and tossed it off the bed. It thudded against the carpet but did not shatter like he hoped it would.

"Faggot, come here," Kahnso demanded of Milo, who only stared at him, apathetic to the pain his girlfriend had just been in. His paw closed around Milo's neck and the tom cried out in surprise. Kahnso dragged him closer and then grappled with his head, cupping it at either side like the jaws of a vise.

Milo looked down at Kahnso's cock which was still erect, its surface marbled with semen. He thought about how Kahnso could probably crush his skull like this if he wanted to. With that weighing heavily on his mind, he asked Kahnso quietly, "What do you want me to do?"

"Suck my cock clean," Kahnso demanded, gaining a sneer which was wicked and not at all undermined by his dozy, drunken eyes. The paws came away and Milo was grateful. He turned his head to look at Julie, saw her passed out with semen oozing from her snatch. Would she even remember this?

"My dick's not over there," Kahnso said like a teacher correcting a student. "Want me to just stick it up your ass instead?"

Milo winced. "I'm doing it, I'm doing it." He added as he inched his nose closer to the flesh, "Fuck."

The cat's lips parted slowly. This was not the first time he had had a cock in his face but it was something which he decided years ago was not his thing, not at all. This was not okay, unlike everything leading up to it, but he feared that crazy look in Kahnso's eyes and he knew about the fuck-you wealth that backed up everything this hedonistic creature did. Kahnso could kill him and his girlfriend, and nobody would touch him. That was what Milo told himself, anyway.

Julie's flavor greeted Milo's tongue first and that was worse than the taste of semen and the stench of male musk, but those were present too. Her flavor was alien here; it was something familiar to Milo and did not belong on this object. He closed his eyes, forced himself to go deeper. Kahnso's cock was bigger than any cock he had ever seen in person before, let alone put in his mouth. It hurt his jaws just to take it in. Keeping his teeth away seemed like it was going to be impossible and Milo wondered if Kahnso would kill him if he left any nicks.

Suddenly Kahnso's paws clamped around Milo's skull, the vise returning to crush his head like a gourd. The cat's paws shot up to Kahnso's wrists and tried to pry them off but the grip was implacable. Milo kept his claws trimmed and filed unlike Julie, so he lacked his most basic defense as a cat.

"Taking way too long," Kahnso declared, and started to jerk Milo in and push him back, using the cat's mouth to wipe his prick clean. The pointed head of his cock stabbed into Milo's throat with the first pull and the cat retched, but held back the quite understandable urge to vomit. Tears swelled in his eyes and his paws lunged for the fox's loins where he shoved with all his might but still couldn't stop what was happening. Kahnso pulled him down again and again, making his nose kiss the knot every time. His teeth scraped the flesh but Kahnso didn't seem to care. He was laughing, sounding not really evil but like a drunk frat boy. "No homo, but your mouth's fucking tight! I should've fucked you first!"

As soon as I get home I'm taking a hammer to all of Julie's Kahnso albums, I swear, I fucking swear, Milo thought with a mixture of agitation and exasperation. The singer pulled Milo down to the knot and held him fast in that vise grip. A headache started to throb in the cat's temples and his paws pushed and swatted, fingers yanking fur and pubic hair in a desperate attempt to make the fox let go. Milo struggled to draw a breath and his vision quickly began to go gray. As abruptly as he pulled Milo down, Kahnso let Milo go and flopped onto his back with an unbearable, giddy laugh.

"You retards never see it coming! Oh, gee, I guess I just have to suck his dick clean and then I can leave. Are you fucking stupid?" He laughed like a hyena caught up in it's yaps. "Oh my god. You guys are always such pussies. And so fucking stupid."

Milo wiped his lips off on the backs of his arms. He felt sick and used with the flavor of Kahnso's cock heavy on his breath; he wanted nothing but to go and puke but he willed his stomach to settle, not wanting to give Kahnso the satisfaction.

Milo sat and waited for Julie to come around again. He could have slept, but he didn't want to, not around Kahnso. The singer, however, was entirely uninterested in Milo and Julie both by then. He was playing on his phone when Julie woke up and he rebuffed the girl's attempt to kiss him before she left.

"Fuck off. I'm busy," he told her.

"Fine," Julie muttered, feeling stupid but also exhilarated. Her pussy ached, her fingers were bloody, and her boyfriend smelled strange (what the hell did I miss?) but she didn't regret what she had done. "You were good, though. I thought you should know that."

He glanced up at her. "As if I need you to tell me that." He glanced at Milo wearing his cum-stained shirt. "And tell your faggot boyfriend to watch the teeth when he sucks a dick. Get lost."