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Twin Suspicions

By Dark Violet

The first thought that went through October's mind when those twin forms suddenly pressed in from both sides, accompanied by twin growls and twin scents of harsh intentions and hedonistic sex, was 'Oh, Fortuna. Not again.'

"Hey, October." Sinister stated simply from her place on his left, carrying an air of someone who could easily be saying it over a cup of afternoon tea.

"Hey, October." Dextus parroted immediately afterwards from his right, adding to the idea of perhaps a scone or two, even some jam, to the thoroughly relaxed and casual tone.

"No." October stated simply and plainly, upending the metaphorical table. "No, no, thrice no, whatever it is, the answer is no." He continued forwards, not even deigning to look at them, holding his head high above the dark-type waters.

"Aw, Dex, he's being difficult..." Sin whined dramatically, and pressed herself further against that red fur. October's tray that he'd been carrying - a tray that had, for once, been adequately balanced - jolted to the side, the drinks on it sloshing some of their contents in a cold spray that diffused the scent of sweet alcohol around them.

"He just hasn't heard the offer yet!" Dex said with rehearsed hopefulness. Devious thoughts could be heard in every word.

October shook himself as best he could, laden as he was by drinks and now closely flanked by the two Mightyena, and sped forwards quickly. The bedroom corridor seemed a little longer than it had before. "No, no, I don't care for any offer or otherwise! You two are both thoroughly disreputable hooligans and I shall have nothing to do with anything you have to hem me in for! Not again!"

They were at his side again at moments. "And that's very cruel!" Dex said above the clatter of the glasses.

"C'mon, Ninetales. I thought you were on the side of reason, the side of good..." Sinister chimed in.

"You've met me, right?" October said, keeping his gaze forwards at the junction ahead. Turn left there, and there were a number of rooms, some of them he even had to deliver these drinks to. It was a long shot, but maybe refuge could be found with some amicable customer. Or, well, at this time of night the Inner Courtyard would be bustling with people...

Waiters and clientele pressed themselves against doors as the three ferals passed abreast of each other. Gah, why did it have to be so busy!? As much as he didn't want to, at least he'd have liked to have a portal back to the Tower as an option! But with all these witnesses around? Oh, Fortuna. Why did he ever agree to do overtime...?

"Good? Yes! Of course I'm the side of good!" October exclaimed as a surprised Gogoat danced around them. "But reason? That sounds suspiciously close to Order to me!"

"Our mistake..." Sinister said with a worrying air of agreement. October trotted forwards with a tad more speed, the junction nearing. "Now, our offer..."

"I refuse."

"It's very simple." Dex's leering smile was audible.

"I decline."

"It's only a suggestion." Sinister's tail grazed his own.

"I repudiate!"

"You really don't know what you're rejecting." Dextus chipped in as the junction neared.

"Come ooon, Red..." Sinister growled softly, her muzzle finding Octobers neck, wet nose burying into soft fur.

"For us...?"

October almost tripped up.

Sinister wore a smile with all the innocence of a devil.

"Come on then, Ninetales."

"Let's show you this offer." Dextus' tail wrapped with Sinister's across October's back.

Together, the three of them entered the junction, and kept straight, passing the brief sanctuary of the left hand turn. An elevator passed on their right, the doors sliding closed as a Sawsbuck trotted inside, giving them only the vaguest of glances as the bright, mirrored interior disappeared.

Ahead of them, on the left, a set of doors led out to the star-soaked gardens of Plaisir, with cool night air and floral fragrances. To the right were two flights of stairs; one up into the warm, more opulent bedrooms on the higher floors, while the other...

Sinister and Dextus guided him to the stairs that led downwards. The 'Staff Only' sign passed over them unheeded.

He didn't resist, which still surprised some part of him - oh, that part of him wanted to resist. The last time these two had done this, he'd earned the wrath of the darkest of Plaisir! These Mightyena were nothing more than the bane of his life here!

And then, another part said; Really? Nothing more...?

And then the previous part faltered, shuffled its feet, and gave a very meaningful; Hraff...

They allowed him to shuffle awkwardly down the stairs; the drinks on October's tray were barely able to stay stable and only did so thanks to some tricky leg placement to keep his back level. Some still spilt, though, the splash dimly heard in October's mind now swimming with thought and mystery. However, the invigorating scent of alcohol was quickly drowned out by that of old, musty brickwork, the lingering taste of dust in the air, and underfoot, the cold kiss of concrete that hadn't seen sunlight in years.

Lit only by a sparing number of artificial halogen lights, the little service area for the elevator felt more claustrophobic than it should, even with the near complete lack of anything actually in it. Shoved under the stairs were a couple of mops and a few plastic buckets, still giving off the whiff of old cleaning solutions. That was the entire list of items present - aside from a few hanging cobwebs which flittered in the air currents they created. Had the Joltik gotten this far, October briefly wondered, or was their presence just narrative necessity?

The sounds of bustling evening Plaisir life became increasingly muted and muffled as they came to a large, murky metal door in one wall. Sinister half-jumped up onto her hind legs to jam some key into a panel, and yanked it with a small, beast-like exhale of breath. The door thunked, juddered, and ground open slowly, slamming them with the strong scent of machine oil. Once more, October was powerless to resist as he was led inside.

The three came to a stop in the middle of the room. It was cramped, even compared to outside - only just enough room to properly turn around in, and most of that was taken up with cables, motors, and beams. Above them, sliding along vertical rails with a low rumbling groan, was the elevator they'd seen before. They were in the concrete and metal pit below its lowest, ground-floor stop, and were now flanked by a couple of old ladders and humming machinery. Barely a metre above their heads was a set of heavy-duty scaffolding and springs, designed as a last-ditch safety measure should the elevator's cable and brakes fail. To top it all off, the scene was lit by a single dull, red security light, high up on one wall.

On either side, the Mightyena left him, continuing forwards slowly. Each of their steps was completely in tandem with the other.

Completely in tandem.

The Mightyena turned as one.

The room was a little duskier than before, the shadows a little darker. Sinister and Dextus looked with their red and yellow eyes, smiling.

"Alright!" October shouted suddenly. "Alright! That's it! I've had quite enough of troublesome Dark Types at Café Plaisir, you two chief among them! I don't know what this scheme is, but th-"

"Aw, hell, Ninetales!" Sinister interrupted, shouting over him and waving a paw dismissively. "Give it a rest, will ya?"

"I will!" October nodded firmly. "Upstairs. Away from you." He went to turn around, but as he did both Mightyena leapt as one over a couple of sets of rails. With their lack of encumberment, they easily blocked the doorway before October could even get started.

The Ninetales gave a dangerous huff, feeling the inferno burning inside him. "I'm not afraid to make stuff melt..."

"What's the harm in just hearing us out...?" Dex said smoothly. It didn't work.

"Ah! Just hear you out! The tired rhetoric of fraudsters, salesmen, and other criminals across the multiverse. Sorry, but I'm going!"

"We wanna fuck." Sinister cut in as October started forwards, making him stop again.

Well, thought October. I mean, he kinda assumed that would be a possibility, but; no! No! That was not enough.

"And?" He forced.

"And we wanna do it here." Dex added with a shrug. "With you."

"Yeah, and who's gonna be after my ass this time when it gets out?"

Sinister wagged her tail. "If you're good enough, us again, for a nice round two..."

"This would be round two! Round one was bloody enough! No!"

"For fuck's sake, Red!" Dextus said, sitting back with a huff. "Does everything have to be smoke and mirrors with you?"

"It is with you..."

Sinister groaned, her shoulders drooping as she padded over towards Dextus slowly. "Oh, c'mon, Red. I thought you of all people would appreciate sex for sex's sake. Look..." She waved her head, eyebrow cocked. "If you really wanna hear it, you're pretty damn good. And we just wanna have a bit of fun, y'know?" She leered at him, turning to face him full on. "I know I wouldn't mind another bit of fire-type spirit inside me..."

"She made such nice faces last time." Dex said, suddenly jumping up with his forepaws, landing on his sister's back and grasping her front. He smirked with her. "I bet between the two of us, we can find out if she has more..."

"C'mon, Red." Sinister said. She took another step forwards, and Dex lowered himself onto her. October now found himself just inches from the two grinding Mightyena, and those two pairs of eyes stared at him lustfully. "Think about it. No-one comes down here, not even for private sex... it's just too cold, too damn dirty, and surrounded by nice warm, comfy rooms. We can turn that key, close the doors, and then it'll just be the three of us..."

"Your fire and our lusts, Red..." Dex growled, his hips pressing against Sinister.

"No games, Red." Sinister muttered back as her eyes half-lidded. "I just crave a Ninetales dick in me, and yours is the one I want. I know you're thinking it as well."

"One hour, maybe two, and the only lasting effect will be an angry Typhlosion wondering where his waiter's gone."

"Careless, reckless hedonism...."

October found himself briefly at a loss. Two parts of his mind were fighting; the war machine of his Libido was liberally assaulting the fortress walls of his Better Judgement.

Though, this was October, after all. The 'fortress walls' of his Better Judgement could best be approximated as a few hastily stacked sandbags and a couple of dead tree branches. Its usual response to getting attacked by such parts of his brain as the Libido, Nicotine Addiction or Dramatic Flair was to draw up signs saying 'Hail the conquering hero!'

And there was that third faction, a hasty alliance of bafflement and curiosity....

October eyed them for just a moment longer. Of course, now he knows they're up to something, he can be on the lookout for it - perhaps even get one up on them. And in the meantime, look what I get to do...

He could already tell where this was going by the time the war-wearied borders of Better Judgement encountered a patrol of yet another vice.

"Rf... hf... hff... fine!" He said, a flame leaping from his mouth. "But! I have terms!"

Dex raised his eyebrow. Sin, however, seemed a bit too preoccupied with what her brother was doing to manage anything more than a distracted "Hmmm...?"

October moved side on, craning his head back at the tray on his back. "I never saw these drinks. I don't know where they came from. In fact, they were never here." He grinned at the two of them. "No Typhlosion that has the wherewithal to run a bar could possibly rain consequences on someone who had nothing to do with a problem, right?"

Dex smiled. "Beginning to think you're a Dark-Type...."

"I can only get so wet..." Sinister muttered, eyeing the selection.

October gave another gleaming grin as he twisted back, wrapping his muzzle around the top of one of the tall glasses. There were three of them in total, in glasses about a third of a pint, and all three from Plaisir's strongest menu - around thirty percent alcohol by volume and filled to the brim. October sometimes found it therapeutic just reading that section of the menu; it was nice to know that such a service existed, after all.

Of the three he was carrying, the one that October had selected was an ungodly concoction of rum, brandy, cinnamon whiskey, cola, and some spicy berry juice. "Bermuda Tempest" it had been called; he'd made a mental note to learn the full recipe for later. The near-black liquid swirled with something unidentifiable as he whirled the glass around. The smell alone could intoxicate an Eevee and fend off most things bigger. Perfect.

Dex dismounted from his sister, a flash of pink between his legs not escaping October's wary attention. He forced himself not to tense as both Mightyena jumped forwards for the other two drinks, but yet still found himself relaxing as they drew back with a glass in each muzzle, like him. Sinister's was cloudy white, with a sledgehammer-scent of aniseed from its fizzing surface. Raki with Lemonade; much simpler than October's, but packing an identical punch.

Dextus' was a deep red, dancing with frozen berries and only vaguely smelling of alcohol above the fruity overtones, even to his vulpine nose. October hadn't heard the name nor the ingredients, but he'd seen how much suspicious-looking clear liquid had been poured into it; whatever the smell, whatever the look, it was probably stronger than the other two choices combined.

"Hon..." October mumbled past his glass. "Hoo... Hwee!"

Together, they jerked their heads back. A series of strangled, forced gulps came from all three as they simultaneously necked their chosen concoctions. October didn't hear much of their reactions beyond that - hell, he didn't even find out much about the taste of his drink. The feeling of it searing his gullet, a harsh fire spiralling down his throat - it was like he'd just given his brain a mental enema.

He returned to his senses to find himself staring at the ground blearily, brought back to reality at the sound of his glass smashing onto a nearby metal rail, sending gleaming red shards spinning across the floor.

"Oooo-wee!" Came a twin yell. October blinked as his mind fought to recover from several shots-worth of alcohol imbibed in the course of a few seconds. He stared at the Mightyena as they glanced at each other, grinned at him and then each other again, and then tossed their own glasses towards opposite walls. They shattered too, more shards littering dark, unlit corners.

"I like the way ya think, Ninetales!" Dex grinned. He glared at him without any sense that he'd been affected. October found it unsettling.

"So do I." He said, drawing back his lips to smile broadly at the two of them. "Right. I estimate that we all have about three minutes left of sobriety. Let it be known now that I trust neither of you as far as I can toss you, and I'd rather toss you than trust you in the first place." He tossed his head in a necessary dramatic flourish. "That said, and I say this with a healthy dose of trepidation alongside the usual base desires - I think it's time for some Mightyena cunt."

"That's more like it, Red!" Sinister snarled, and then launched herself forwards. She hit him full on the chest, clearing the broken glass, and sending him toppling backwards against a juddering black machine which resisted both their weights. October turned what was almost a yelp into a snarling growl, forepaws forced against his attacker even as she pressed herself back down. She forced her muzzle close to his, and together, they grinned.

From the opposite side of the room, there was another shuddering, juddering, and the large iron door began to roll closed. The shape of Dextus slipped through soon after it had started, and slowly the diffuse lights of the exterior of the room began to fade. October's gaze was still mostly taken up by the growling Sinister, and he watched as her eyes slowly darkened as the light from outside went from a swathe, to a shaft, to a sliver - those eyes darted over his face all the while, down, and then back up again, shaking with a lustful madness. Then, with a clang, the door shut and the light disappeared; those eyes now reflected the single light red emergency light left visible.

"Since you're so scared, Red" Dextus called from over near the door, "there's a panel over there on the left of the door. Just open it up and there's a release lever there." He stalked closer.

"So now you know how to get away from this room," Sinister muttered, her forepaws exploring the Ninetales' chest, "all ya gotta do is work out how to get away from us..."

"Pah! Scared I am not! Pure vulpine awareness is all. And what happened to this no-strings-attached sex we wAAAAhhhhhh...!"

It seemed that his Libido had conquered more than his mind. It was now sitting rather happily in the Captain's Seat for most of his body - not content with hooking a forepaw around Sinister's gyrating hips, and even a tail around her own (it was fourth, of course it was fourth), it had seen fit to stimulate blood flow too. A significant amount of sensitive black flesh was now being pressed against by Sinister, who seemed to be taking the opportunity with relish.

"Sorry, were you saying something?" Sinister mocked. Her voice was laden with that sound again, that edge. "Do carry on. I hope I'm not being distracting...."

That hot spade ground against October's shaft. It wasn't gentle, it wasn't passionate; these were words unknown-of to the Mightyena. This was desire, this was need. Perhaps this really was just plain old want for sex after all...

Oh, she was going for it. Those hips worked up and down, side to side; he could feel wetness across his fur, a mix of his own juices and hers no doubt. No doubt of course; he could smell it now, the scent of anticipation and hormones and sex, with hints of alcohol and adrenaline teasing the edges. He snarled as those scents did their exact job and made him buck back, feeling his shaft throbbing and growing with each grind of those eager female folds.

Sinister wasn't just moving her hips anymore, either. She bent him back over the unidentified machine, paws on him, claws grinding against his hide. Her snarling gaze wandered down and up his body as she rolled and rocked that way and this, clearly enjoying every part of him, every aspect of sitting astride a Ninetales, complete with a series of growls and grunts and gasps.

October would have none of it! Delightfully... wet... and hot... cunt... as it was... no! He was no toy! If she wanted a fight for dominance....

He managed a snarl back, even if he did find himself grinning through it. Both forelegs wrapped around her rear, claws digging into the thick fur of her back, forcing her down against his crotch to hold her in place. His shaft slipped between the fur of her rear, grinding up and down, slick and wet. He bared his teeth, looking up at her...

She was staring down at him. A smile was fixed on her muzzle - no, more than a smile. It looked almost like one of those optical illusions, where the picture seemed to move, despite it staying still. That grin seemed to just grow wider as he stared...

A darkly mischievous, private smile...

"Handful, isn't she?" Dextus muttered, appearing suddenly by October's head. The Ninetales jumped - only to be forced down as two Mightyena paws wrapped themselves around his chest from behind, and one grey-furred, lupine cheek was pressed against his. "Think you've got it bad. Try having her be your twin sister..."

"Hey!" Sinister shot back. "What, can't enjoy myself? Shame I can't do it at home. You wish you were as feral as he is..."

"See?" He said, shrugging off the comment. "Of course, if you wanted a gentle fuck, you wouldn't be here now..."

October gritted his teeth, wordlessly glad of the distraction. "You two are the most scandalous, awful duo that the Café has made the mistake to advertise..." October said, giving a jerk up with his hips.

"Oh yeah..." Dextus muttered. His muzzle brushed October's ear. "And doesn't that just set your fires blazing...."

October let out a series of long-drawn out growls and grunts, bucking wildly against the girl astride him. He had a burst of pride when she dug her claws in, paws wrapping tight in order to stay in place. Ulterior motives or not, he wasn't gonna give her an easy ride.

Flames licked at the back of his throat as he bucked up again, feeling the first nubs of his knot slide out against her cunt. He grinned, watching her wave above him like a ragdoll before trying to get a grasp back on the position. Her eyes switched between dominant glare and wide surprise - he snickered to himself. The alcohol was probably already kicking in for her. He jolted forwards to throw her off balance again, pressing her back against his shaf-

Woah, and there was the Bermuda Tempest whirling through his mind. He blinked suddenly as Sinister fell forwards again, her muzzle stopping just short of his with a mad grin. He shook his head and breathed out slowly.

"Good, ain't it?" Sinister grinned. "Eclipse taught me that. A swig and a half of whiskey before you jump on someone, and the ride becomes that much more fun!"

"Especially when both join in." Dextus muttered from beside October's head again. "I wonder which one can maintain control the longest? Both of you had biiiig drinks. All that Raki for her, though. Eastern-European, right? Strong stuff, Sin..."

"Hrf!" October managed. "It's not the Turkish spirit she has to worry about, though! It's the Ninetales one!"

Sinister fell forwards again, forepaws on his front. She stopped, and frowned at him, strands of black hair falling over her face.

Dextus groaned. "Oh, for fuck's sake..."

"Red, that was terrible." Sinister agreed, even going so far as to lift away slightly from the cock.

"Hey!" October said in defiance. "I thought it was good!" Indeed, he was having to stifle a giggle. It was a good joke. "To hell with you, you come up with something better!"

"Okay, how about this." Sinister said. "Two Mightyena and a Ninetales walk into an elevator shaft. The Ninetales knows to keep his mouth shut and let the Mightyena have their good time by leaving the jokes aside and fucking them like..." She growled, grinning again. "Like the demon he is!"

The alcohol was working quickly. October barely registered the individual words she'd said, but he understood her meaning. He understood that it was defiance, at least. That was enough. He threw his front half forwards, claws digging into her hips again to throw her back against his crotch, grinding his shaft back against her. Pleasure shot through him as he enjoyed the feel of wet fur against his throbbing, bulging shaft. It was only the last remnants of sobriety that stopped him from breaking the skin under that fur.

"Better!" She grinned.

"This is for me, not for you!" October retorted absently.

"Fuck you, I can enjoy it if I want!"

"Needing a paw?" Dex offered. "It's been a while, and you're not even inside her yet."

"Back off, backrug, I'm loosening her up..." October said, lounging his head to one side to stare at him. He was almost invisible in the red-hued darkness. He giggled to himself. "A girl like your sister's gotta be shaken a little before she can be stirred..."

"Oh my fuck, that doesn't even make sense." Sinister shouted. "Now are you gonna shove your dick in me or fucking what!?"

October laughed darkly. This was a fight he was winning. "In my own fucking time!"

Okay, maybe it was a closer win than he thought; In his own time better be fucking soon, he thought to himself. He had to admit, as fun as it was to watch her squirm, it was hard to not roll her over and give her the breeding his mind was desiring. The alcohol certainly wasn't helping at this point...

And then Dextus was there too, his own forepaws around Sin's front, hanging over her head with that disconcerting toothy grin that Mightyena did so well. October was dimly aware of the male's hindpaws near his own, and that warmth around his crotch was no longer just Sinister's cunt. The way it jabbed, the way it spurted warmth across his fur...

"Alright, Red! So my girl wants dick, right?" he chuckled, turning and pulling back on Sinister to stare at her with an unsettling mixture of devotion and leering desire. "I think we should make her regret asking!"

"Impossible!" Sinister yelled from between them.

October laughed. "You take her rear, I take the spade?"

"Nope!" Dex grinned darkly. "Why should you get cunt all to yourself? Has a Ninetales not learnt to share?"

October didn't even pause. His mind was being carried by the Tempest. The nation state of Better Judgement was now little more than a service station on the motorway of Inebriation.

"Deal!" A growl rumbled darkly in his throat, slipping from between his teeth.

"Oh, no..." Sinister grumbled from somewhere between them. "That's not how cunts work... I'm gonna fucking get both of you..."

"You can fuckin' try. You two came out on top last time, but you forget the skill of the fox!"

With a heave, he shoved himself forwards. Dextus and Sinister toppled back, the latter giving a yelp, before they fell to the ground with a couple of grunts. Dextus ended up lying on his back between two large girders, looking over Sin's shoulder, his forepaws grasping at her hind legs and holding them wide open. That cunt gleamed in the red light with juices from all three of them now, no doubt. October stood over both of them, straddling the two, but he hadn't pulled away; the next moment, he was back at them, grinding his shaft over the wet, welcoming cunt Sinister's position was so kindly presenting to him.

"You wanted feral, right?" October saw the opportunity to monologue and decided to gorge on it. He didn't even need the alcohol for that. "You wanted beast? My dear wolves, you should be very careful. I'm October! I'm the spirit of chaos! When you call for beast, you-"

The speech was cut short by Sinister yelping suddenly, eyes wide and mouth drawn back into a large, indulgent smile, tongue lolling across her muzzle. "Oh my fuck, yessss...!"

October raised his eyebrows. "Damn. Knew I was good at speeches..."

Over her shoulder, Dextus raised an eyebrow and smiled smugly. "Sorry, Red, but you took too long. Keep the posturing until you're inside her next time." He showed those teeth again.

He became aware of the slick sensation of Dex's cock sliding against the underside of his own. October lifted himself up to stare downwards. The pink Mightyena shaft, dull in the current lighting, was now sunk halfway into Sinister's cunt, which stretched around the bulging mid-point.

"Hey!" October said, flames once more licking at his lips. Every motion made the alcohol swirl around his head. "God damn wolves, no sense of dramatic flair!"

"Oh, go pose on a mountain." Dextus said. "I'm the one with my dick in a girl." The Ninetales glared at him, eyes dark, and huffed out a single hot breath.

"Well if she thinks she's getting off easy..."

"Oh, I don't..." Sinister muttered, biting her lip. October stared hungrily at her exposed neck for a second longer than he probably should have. Above them, the elevator descended to the ground floor, not a metre above his flourishing tails.

He gritted his teeth together. The Libido gave a command. He drew himself back, putting a paw on his sensitive, gently throbbing shaft, and pushed that pointed vulpine tip against the smallest gap he could make between Dex's cock and Sin's folds. Both Mightyena growled and bucked, but he was not letting them go. Not when he was this close.

"Ninetales time..." He muttered, simply, and slammed his hips forwards.

Sinister's yell echoed off the claustrophobic walls, causing October's drunken mind to briefly wonder if the soundproofers, that had apparently enjoyed a free run of the Café during its construction, also worked their magic here. The elevator above them started to slide up, causing him to chuckle as he imagined a few perplexed customers going with it.

And it really had been a loud yell, and a lot of squirming and grunting. Not unjustly either; my god, she was tight with Dextus' shaft in there too, tight enough that the slickness from her juices barely aided in his initial thrust. It was almost too tight for him to shove any of his cock into her.

Almost.

October somewhat prided himself on the power of his hips, and this excursion/extended stay at Plaisir had allowed him plenty of practice with (and let's face it) a damn fine form. So when he thrust forwards, he really thrust forwards. He could feel the stretching flesh of Sinister's cunt around his shaft, how it pressed oh so tightly against his cock, rubbing and squeezing delightfully. More flames licked around his tongue as he enjoyed the intense experience!

A series of yelps and gasps continued along below him. He paid them little heed - Sinister's predicament would be the envy of a few he knew about in the Café, and if a couple of canine-style cocks was too much for her, then hah... score one for the fox, he figured. Oh, and Dextus was probably responsible for some of it too. But October was the one with the more powerful thrusts. Time to show her some more, he figured.

He placed two forepaws on her chest, stared down, and began to thrust again. He grinned at her through the ever-increasing veil of intoxication, cackling to himself as he took in her eyes squeezed shut and sharp teeth tightly ground together. She was panting heavily, her chest rising and falling beneath his paws as she moaned and grunted expletives at them. He just smirked more broadly at that.

"Hey, Dextus!" October said eventually, not holding up his pounding at the overfilled cunt. "She ever made noises like this before?"

"Only with one person that I recall." He said darkly. October looked at him, his head still hooked over her shoulder. Once more, Dextus was staring at her with a disconcerting mix of love and distinctly unbrotherly desire. "Only one..."

October found it better not to ask. He figured he knew the answer. His hips answered by thrusting all the more. His mind sparked anew, egging him on, desires tumbling over one another to fuck the trapped wolf below him. And oh Fortuna, the feeling! Those wet, ribbed walls pressed down on his throbbing shaft, squeezing it, making every thrust in an effort and every slide out a relief that was almost granted. His claws almost raked at her hide as his hips shook with the pleasure...

It wasn't just her, of course; that was part of the whole incredible experience. Every thrust made his shaft slide against Dextus', black flesh against slick pink. Their motions were erratic, hardly in time, not even a semblance of rhythm between the two as they fought to fuck Sinister the fastest, the best. It was as fierce a competition as it always was, wolf and fox, brother and lover, and that competition burned brightly.

And yet, despite the rivalry between the two, there seemed to be an unspoken accord - when one pulled back from those inviting depths, the other did not delve into her as far as they could, shoving the other out of the way; they did not force the other out. It seemed that as competitive as they were, they were united in one goal; fucking and stretching Sinister as roughly as possible.

October could almost hear Sinister's breathless giggling...

But his mind was still swimming in twin pleasures, base and artificial, as he gazed blearily forwards. He hooked two forepaws around Sinister's neck without even thinking about it, and rammed his hips forwards again at the same time as Dextus. Above a roaring wave of pleasure, he was just aware of Sinister's shouting, but he was more aware of his tails. While some rolled around in their own version of a blazing fire, Fourth had curled down in an explorative grind against his and Dextus' crotches, pressing roughly against their balls, teasing their flesh and enticing (at least October) with brief jolts of pleasure as a result. It seemed, though, that Ninth had decided to join Fourth in some indulging, and was eagerly wrapping itself around the tails of the two Mightyena, holding them tightly together, and keeping them in place.

Another thrust sent more pleasure rolling through the Ninetales. He was riding what he assumed to be the peak of the drunkenness now, inputs to his body either dulled or enhanced, every motion throwing his perception off-balance. His tongue lolled from his muzzle as his hips worked over and over again, grinding wetly against Dextus' throbbing shaft, delving it as far into Sinister's cunt as he was holding it.

He found himself staring down at Dextus, the Mightyena's head pressed firmly against Sinister's. His tongue was lolled just like October's, and his eyes were rolled back in his head. October could feel the grinding and quick jerks of his hips up into Sinister beyond elongated rests...

And then the brief respite, as much as it was, ended. Dextus was thrusting hard again; his teeth gritted, he growled, and he glanced up at October with a dominant smirk as he began to thrust wildly into his sister once more. "See?" He snarled beyond the feminine yelps and gasps. "We told you that you'll enjoy it. I bet you wish you'd agreed sooner, huh...?"

October barked a laugh, more fire lancing carelessly from his throat. "Can it with the self-absorbed gloating, you meek spectre! Leave the theatrical speeches to the experienced adventurers!"

Sinister yowled suddenly as they both happened to thrust in in unison. "Shut the fuck up, the both of you and slow the fuck down! I'm not... fuckin'... used to this size!"

"Even after him...?" Dex muttered harshly, his voice low and laden with a continuous growl and tinged with darkness. "C'mon, stop whining. Lie back, Sin... enjoy this...."

To October's fleeting surprise, she did just that. Suddenly her head was back again, and the next sound was not a grunt of pain, but the drawn-out growl of pleasure. Her eyelids fluttered as October continue to thrust in and out, humping the now less-complaining girl between them. They could even hear the low rumbling of the machines again, drowned out previously by her shouts for relief.

"That's a good Sin!" Dex muttered, and then turned to face October. "You're having a good time yourself, I know you are..."

October said nothing. He was still splashing around in two pools of enjoyment at once. He heard Dextus' words, but they weren't worth responding to just yet.

Then a thought occurred...

"Well, if she's so used to it now..." He said, looking down again at Sinister's pleasure-ridden face, his hips slowing to a stop for effect. Well, he meant to slow them to a stop, but Captain Libido had decided to keep that rolling motion up, making his body jerk and twitch as new pleasures continued to roll in. He allowed the mutiny on the grounds of it feeling damn good. "I think we should show her what we can really do. If you'll work with me here..."

Dextus turned to look at Sinister with him. She blinked, glancing between the two, panting hard. "What're... you..." She mumbled, blinking again heavily. "Guh..."

"Go on then, Red." Dextus replied after a moment of consideration. "Let's see what you have in mind..."

October cackled, hooked his forepaws and what tails he managed to quickly rope into service around the two Mightyena, and hoisted them into the air.

Near to the copulating trio, a large circular podium supported one of the four, heavy-duty emergency springs for the elevator. October noticed it only a few moments ago, but he'd already figured it'd be perfect for this. Somewhat more carelessly than he'd intended, he dropped the two Mightyena against it, slamming Dex's back into the spring itself and his hips against the podium. "And for the main event..." He said as the two growled a dual complaint, and re-wrapped his paws around Sinister. Ninth joined in for this one, too, wrapping itself around Sinister's waist. Keeping his hips still (jerking, needful motions notwithstanding), October lifted Sinister into the air, sliding her up both their shafts, before letting her drop down again with a satisfying yelp.

Dextus spasmed behind her, barking out a quick laugh. "G-gah, I like it!"

October grinned wildly. "I know."

Sinister let out the merest hint of a whine beyond a grunt of exertion. Her eyes wavered around the room in a mix of drunken stupor and sexual exhaustion as they both stared at her. "It doesn't matter what I say, October'd do it regardless... and..." She shuddered suddenly, eyes shutting. "And if you don't do that again as hard as you can, then October's not gonna be the first to bite someone!"

To October, the invitation was more than enough, but he took that particular comment as a challenge. His claws dug into her again, this time to be joined by Dextus' forepaws, as they lifted her up and then slammed her back down against their shafts.

Oh Fortuna, he thought to himself. I'm working with Dextus. What has Plaisir come to? Do I know? ...Do I even care?

Of course not.

Full speed ahead, Captain Libido barked to his mind. Give 'er all she's got. October snarled to Sinister, to Dextus, to the red-bathed darkness around them, and slammed Sinister back down onto both their shafts.

Oh, the feeling, the feeling! Her cunt was just as tight as before, but now she was being used like a fleshlight; albeit one that was four feet tall, warm-blooded, and growled and rolled and bucked with each motion. Not that any of those were drawbacks, of course. Those tight walls squeezed the shafts all the harder, slipping and sliding against them, coating every last inch with her juices as the two pointed shafts delved as far into the depths as they could get. October's knot pressed up against Dextus', two twin orbs squashed together, slapping against the violated entrance to that cunt each time they yanked her back down their shafts. Their balls too ground against one another; two loads of cum ready and waiting, October thought. Ohoho, she wasn't getting away from this. She was theirs.

And fuck, how amazing it was. Two opposite ferals working together at last, tugging her up and down. Dextus too seemed to be having trouble keeping his hips at bay, his own haunches twitching and jerking, trying to grind his knot further against her. October merely snarled happily and joined in as they forced Sinister to ride them simultaneously.

October's head lolled back. His mind was turned to scents suddenly - the heady aroma of sex was combined strongly now with that of sweat and musk. But past that... yes, there it was indeed, the sharp iron tang of blood, staining the air. Of course, he'd smashed that glass, but... his hindpaws felt fine, not a single cut...!

His head lolled forwards again. Even in the vague red security light, he could see fine rivulets of blood across Sinister's chest, thin lines of it stretching from Dextus' claws. October stared up at him. The Mightyena gazed back with a gleaming smile.

October rammed his hips up into Sinister with a powerful gasp of desperation. His paws worked in unison, dragging her down as his mind went into overdrive. Thrust, yank, back, up, thrust, yank, back, up, thrust! Yank! Dextus worked now at the same time, one of them following the other's lead - who, it didn't even matter. Perhaps it was neither - perhaps this was just instinct driving them into perfect synchronisation.

He must have been vocalising something - even if it was just moans. Fire lit the scene, spilling from his open muzzle and licking at the elevator's supports. His mind buzzed, his body sparked, pins and needles reaching right to the edges of his paws. Again and again, that lancing pleasure driving his body ever closer to that peak, approaching oh so rapidly now. Almost there, almost! He was losing his mind to the experience, losing his faculties - conscious thought sliding away, generously lubricated by the alcohol, but more so by those two wolves in his grasp...!

And then he was staring, vision blurred and head spinning, but still aware of the piercing Mightyena gaze. Was it Dex with such pretty eyes...? No, Dex's head was there, eyes screwed shut, gritted teeth gleaming. No, it was Sin staring at him, Sin whose eyes were suddenly wide and drove meaningfully into his own...

October held it for as long as he could, and then leant his head back, teeth naked and bared as he gasped and moaned into the cold air, eyes shut against the swirling, ruby world he swam in.

"Go on, Ninetales!" Came a voice. He didn't even try to fathom who it was who said it. "Go on! Do it, Crimson!" October stared blearily back down at Sinister's exposed throat, her head upturned, that soft, fluffy grey path exposed so nicely. "Bite!"

And then his teeth were at her neck, sharp points sunk past the fur and into the skin. That iron tang from before was no longer a scent, but a taste, dripping into his mouth and mixing with his saliva. His claws dug sharply into whatever they were holding onto, his mind lost now to this present moment, and with hips thrusting wildly, he crested the peak, diving recklessly into his orgasm.

Fortuna... that sweet release, driven by instincts and desires over so many years, even more inherent in Ninetales than other species; he was a slave to it in this form, and he loved every moment of it now as he relished it in this moment. How his shaft throbbed, how that cunt tightened, how Dextus' cock pulsated with his own personal ecstasy. October's cum spurted deep into Sinister, each jerk and throb of his cock spilling more of his seed into that cunt that seemed to welcome every last load hungrily.

Fire spilled out around his jaws; blazing, aura-fuelled flames that singed the Mightyena's fur. He didn't care; she'd taken far worse. She was taking so much right now, too. So delightfully much. His eyes slid shut as he surfed the crest of orgasmic bliss for as long as his body allowed him to - and fuelled by the alcohol, that was a damn long time. Spurt after spurt, jerking and throbbing and tensing, his body gorged itself on Sinister's tight, accepting form, and Dextus' dark, dangerous, tentative alliance towards that common goal of base delight.

October's jaw went limp shortly after the fires died, and he let go of Sinister's neck slowly. His entire body was shaking, paws holding Sinister close to his chest, his body pressing her back against Dextus. His tails jerked as they tried to hold energy, each one drooping between sudden motions of life. All of a sudden it felt like, along with his seed, he'd poured every last ounce of energy into the Mightyena in his grasp.

He opened his eyes again. Two panting faces greeted him in the red-lined light. One of Dex's eyes was open, staring at him, watching. October didn't have the energy to think of a quip, let alone jerk back warily.

"God damn, Ninetales..." He muttered to himself. "You really are a beast..."

"Ohhhhhhhh..." Sinister groaned, her forelegs batting against October's underside weakly. "You don't know the fucking half of it..."

October drew his head back and looked. Two trails of blood speckled her fur, but it wasn't flowing - anything that had been pierced seemed to have stopped quickly. But what was there framed rather nicely an irregular splatter of singed fur all down her neck. It wasn't even subtle; even in this low light, the fur was certainly darker, a Rorschach painting of blackened fur bounded by where his jaws had bitten down.

He decided that he should at least look vaguely apologetic, even if inside, he secretly admitted that he was rather proud of it.

But his mind still swam with alcohol, even if this orgasmic afterglow of serenity was granting him an ounce of sobriety. His hips jerked again by themselves, and he stared down Sinister's front at their crotches. A mess of glinting, dripping fluids combined all three of them, October's knot half-buried in Sinister's cunt. He could even imagine that he could see a bulge just north of that fluffier fur around the crotch. He smiled again, giving a happy, long growl.

"Alright!" Sinister muttered breathlessly. "Alright! You boys have had your fun! Now... get the fuck out of me...!" She kicked with her hind legs. October yowled in surprise, and the last remnants of his Libido resisted for just a few moments more before he pulled back, slipping his shaft free of the tight trappings. It was almost a relief at this point as the cool air of the elevator shaft swirled around his cock, fluids from three different creatures now dripping from it. He fell onto all fours, staggering before he was able to regain his balance. His tongue lolled from his muzzle again as he panted needily, and finding cool metal against his hind legs, half-fell into a sitting position on a small unidentified platform of metal. In front of him, Sinister leant forwards in a semi-controlled topple onto the floor, Dex's cock sliding out of her with an audible schlick and a more audible gasp of pleasure from the both of them.

October sighed in exhaustion, grinning as all three flopped about their little, secret alcove. They barely moved for a few minutes, with October at least holding a nigh-constant grin of satisfaction. Fourth found his still-free shaft and was gently teasing its tip wearily, up and down the length.

Well, thought October, as Dextus finally rolled upright from his laid-back position on the pillar and dropped to the ground, moving towards the doors. They didn't exactly gain much out of it that they could exploit him with, right? He thought he managed to shoot into Sinister first, by what his bleary memory could recall, but that was hardly a problem. The singed fur could hardly be held against him, either, right? There were a number of fire types at Plaisir, and he was sure he'd seen burn marks on more than a few waiters, not to mention the odd customer - what salves couldn't deal with were more worn as trophies than anything else, and if anyone would wear such a mark as a trophy it would be her...

October became dimly aware that Dextus was taking a while over by the doors, the room still bathed in that deep red hue, and the room a mix of exhausted panting and humming machinery without a hint of those heavy doors clunking open. He slid his gaze over to the dark shape, fiddling with something against one wall.

"Uh..." Dex was muttering to himself. "Um..."

"What...?" October said, with more weariness than anything.

"Hey, can you find the lever here?"

October blinked, rolled his eyes, and clambered to his feet. "Move over. Let the adventurer handle this..." He clambered over a few metal girders, and nudged Dextus out of the way.

There was no lever in sight. The wall to the left of the door was completely blank, save for a single piece of metal welded entirely shut, with four heavy bolts in the surface for good measure. It didn't look like a lever. In fact, it looked suspiciously like where a lever would be, unless...

"Bloody..." October muttered. "Bloody gods-damn bastard of a contractor! Who the bleeding hell built this blasted place!?"

"What...?" Sinister grumbled from where she'd flopped down in a puddle of sexual juices.

"The lever!" October exclaimed, alcohol-ridden mind giving him a sudden burst of thoughtless anger. "They didn't put in the lever! Oh, Fortuna, I am not stuck in here with you! Oh, by the hells below I am not going to be stuck in here with you!"

His mind said there must be another way. Part of him figured he was missing an easy solution. But through exhaustion and drunkenness, he dismissed those thoughts, and instead replaced them with a single state - anger - and a single solution - fire.

"I said I had it!" He shouted. "I'm not afraid to make things melt, I warned you!" he staggered before the doors, turning towards them as the inferno lashed at his throat. "I'll show those no-good contractors not to mess up a perfectly good hideaway! I'll-!"

He stopped just as white-hot flames spilled around his maw. There was laughter behind him. He whirled around, seething, ready to blast a gout of flame, only to be confronted with the two Mightyena again. Sinister was slumped over that unknown humming machine, grinning at him, as Dextus lay against her side laughing his head off.

"What!?" October demanded. "You laugh at my attempts!?"

"Look at the fucking other side of the door, you half-baked Ninetales..." Sinister chuckled to herself, nuzzling up against Dextus.

October's eyes were wide even as he span around. There, to the right of the door, was a red lever with "Door Release" printed in large, obvious letters above it.

He stared at it. Behind him, his fifth tail drooped almost guiltily from a previously raised and ready position.

The Mightyena fell about in a bout of hysterics.

October grumbled, and with a shaft dangling below him and dripping female juices and cum, started to waddle over towards the lever.

Bloody Mightyena, he muttered to himself internally as he yanked it, the doors clunking into motion. Internally, some lone resistance member of Better Judgement sat smugly in a hideaway, waving a fist and shouting a quiet "I tolds ya! I tolds ya I did! They're up to no good!"

Oh, and there was another dim voice of recollection, drowned out as he was by the floodwaters of intoxication. They really were up to no good; one of them perhaps more than the other. An idea settled poorly in his stomach - that perhaps tonight was a message about who held the power here.

He pushed the thought from his mind.

After all, he figured; he still had the last vestiges of the post-orgasm afterglow to enjoy. He staggered from the elevator shaft into the dull, yellow-white lighting of the small basement room beyond. And anyway...

Maybe there had been a plan. Maybe something had been gotten from him. Maybe, in some subtle, unseen way, he'd been tricked. But for now, he had to admit... he didn't really care all that much.

Inside him, a pleasingly sated Captain Libido smiled. October mirrored it as he waveringly stalked off towards the stairs.

* * *

In the darkness of the elevator shaft, now only dimly additionally lit by the pale glow of an exterior light, a tired Mightyena nudged his sister with his nose.

"Hey, Sin..."

"Mmm...?"

"Why did we do that again? Like... why...?"

There was a pause.

"'Cause it was fun, Dexy."

"Oh, fuck yes..."