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"How much did it cost?"

"Okay, hear me out..."

"That makes me less likely to hear you out."

"Look! Look, it's in the rental doc." The cloud leopard boy picked up a diminutive, anthropomorphic sable by the elegant leather harness it was wearing and presented it and the dossier it held to his boyfriend. The sable obediently handed over its papers, which an eye ridge-quirking red-eyed crocodile skink named Shiv snatched and begin speed-reading.

"Two thousand dollars?? For a sex toy? For a night? What is wrong with-"

"For a weekend! And keep reading, look, look!" The leopard's tail flicked back and forth in nervous excitement. One could almost see the anime sweat drops in his posture, with his clasped hands and tight, hopeful smile.

The leopard, wearing a lilac, sleeveless top that complemented his narrow, but leanly muscular shoulders and the soft, gray-and-cream dappling of his fur, was named A Ghost and a Dusk Rose and went by Dusk to most people. He stood fully a head over his partner, Shivering Reeds over Still Water, who had been in the process of unbuttoning his glossy black button-up from work to reveal a white undershirt barely masking the ochre color of his underbelly. Their new acquisition, whose name took up two lines of its documentation, was a golden-eyed sable with a gymnast's tight, compact musculature bound up in a leather harness the color of mahogany and a courteously expansive, vermillion loincloth that reached well past its knees.

In an exasperated bass, Shiv muttered, "There are ten thousand suns, and each listens to the others across the ocean of space for harmonies that will outlive them."

"That's his name?"

"Its name. They all prefer 'it.' Did you read any of this, or just the part where we get to fuck a living teddy bear? Get inside, both of you; I cannot believe you just walked it home like this."

"I took the bus."

"You took a bus? Christ, Dusk, just wear a dildo hat next time, why don'tcha."

"People have Assistants! Some people own Assistants; it's not that weird."

Once they'd closed the door of their townhouse behind them, Shiv yanked down on his partner's shirt collar and shoved a quick, reassuring kiss on his lips before returning to the paperwork. His eyes continued to scan the fine print. "You're cute when you're dumb."

"Don't be mean or I'm not making dinner." Dusk stalked off up wooden entryway stairs to their second floor, sashaying hips just barely on the bubbly side of narrow as he went - obviously accentuated by the lanky, liquid affect all big cats have. Shiv glanced, then stared appreciatively and tasted the air with his tongue before dropping his gaze to their "guest."

"Can you cook?" he asked it. "And what do I call you? Obviously not that whole string at once. There's nothing here about that..."

"I am trained in all domestic services, including meal preparation, sir."

"Listens."

The creature went instantly, perfectly still. Its large, triangular ears suddenly seemed slightly too big for its head, as Shiv appraised the creature. After a breath: "Yes, sir."

"I knew it." He crouched down and met the golden eyes with his burnt orange ones, well aware of the menace most people felt in the face of those massive, reflective orbs. "I don't trust you or your kind. You have these fancy, poetic names, but I 'listen,' too, and you're all spies." He stood up and used Listens' harness to hoist it in the air, noting that the sensation almost felt like moving a magnet, rather than a body with a fixed weight. "God knows Raid doesn't give me a damn thing worth spying on, though, and he has chilled the fuck out since getting his little Assistant, so I guess the sex is worth whatever it is you're planning."

Its gaze darted briefly over to the kitchen before landing back on Shiv. "Pasta carbonara, but the pasta won't be fresh unless you're willing to wait a bit longer."

The lizard blinked his layers of eyelids in a steady pattern. It was an eerie tic he'd picked up from his father that his boyfriend called him out on repeatedly. "That's a good plan. I think Rose thawed some chicken in the fridge this morning. Box pasta's fine - I'm hungry. Kitchen's yours, you little alien." He set the Assistant down and it immediately scampered off to start arranging footstools, washing its paws, and pulling out cooking instruments. Shiv sighed out loudly through his nose and watched for a few moments. He was upset, but he knew Rose felt like he'd done something particularly unique and clever, and he didn't want to stomp all over it by being suspicious and rude. Instead, he satisfied himself by reading through the Assistant's medical records that had been provided and searching the renting company online to make sure it was legitimate. Seemed like it had all the certifications, just... it was worse than a smart speaker. At least he knew smart speakers scrubbed their audio memory on a 7-second loop until you woke them up. This thing was organic, though, and had been globally outlawed by the Disagreements in the Deep until just a few years ago. If he'd read the news right, anyway.

"Hey, Shiv? You want to open that big lambic we got?" called Rose's low tenor from upstairs.

"Oh, yeah, sure. And no rush - apparently Listens cooks." He opened up a rounded cabinet that sat next to their television set across from an extra-wide couch in the main room.

"Oh! Did you tell it about the chicken? And there's fresh rosemary and basil in the window. Oh, and a lemon and some eggs - we could do carbonara!"

Shiv smirked despite himself as he went about uncorking the dark bottle and pulling out two - no, three? two? three... "Hey, do you enjoy drink?" he asked over to the Assistant, and gulped in surprise. It was up on a stool and had 'accidentally' tangled the back flap of its loincloth over its tail, exposing two perfectly round melons of muscular ass cheeks.

"Yes, sir."

"It's, uh." He stumbled a little. Even Rose didn't have an ass like that, and Rose had been a sprinter in college. Wasn't anymore, but he kept in shape, but... damn. "It's fruited. Blood orange and hibiscus."

"Even better, sir." It turned and faced him each time it spoke, but its expression was fully unreadable. He did love the sound of that 'sir' a little more than he'd thought he would. Rose's tenor surprised him from right next to him. "Isn't that ass incredible?"

"Does it feel a little weird to you that it's the size of a child? Why make them that way?"

"Salesman said it made them more approachable, feel less dangerous to the public. Would you ever let that in the house if it was Schwarzeneggerian?"

"Schwarze-what?"

"Like. Mr. Universe or whatever."

"Oh, yeah. No, not at all."

"I knew a word you didn't!" Rose high-fived himself just as Shiv finally turned to look at him. The leopard had changed into a silken, crimson shirt open down to his navel and fully translucent dancer's pants over a similarly translucent thong.

Shiv's jaw dropped. "I'm reasonably sure I'd be blushing if I were warm-blooded."

Rose purred and pressed his chest up against his boyfriend, then used his delicate fingers to flatten Shiv's face against his slender, vibrating chest. "We'll fix that, now won't we," he murmured. Shiv's own rough fingers found their way to the cat's rear end and squeezed. They shared the embrace for a while, until Rose pulled away - his pink cock now fully visible and erect behind the scrim-like material of his garments - and fished inside his shirt's pocket for a bag of small pills. "Especially with these!"

Shiv took the bag. "You still have some of those?" Each one was a vibrant purple gel capsule one could assume would dose 1000 mg of whatever it held. "Could've sworn we went through them when Dex and Sal were over."

"Noooooope! I squirreled some away 'cuz I knew Sal - that lush - would take all of them, and it was hard enough to clean up with his just double-dosing; can you imagine a fruit bat triple-dosing on these?"

"Well, first, he would've died..."

"Okay but other than that. He already came hard enough it bruised your - oh, thanks." He paused to clink glasses with Shiv, who'd finally poured their beer and handed him one. At the beckoning of a finger, Listens trotted over to take one, as well, before returning to its work.

"Oh, god, yeah. Did I tell you Raid's little Ass-assistant" - Rose snickered over his glass - "noticed it under even my complexion? And he asked! I told him it was a hickey. What am I gonna say, 'oh that's just a cum bruise on my jaw'?" He was relaxing rapidly in the presence of his partner, and reached out a paw just to hold his hip while they chatted. Often, he kept his voice measured and low even at home out of habit from having stayed closeted well into his twenties, but he'd been making efforts to change that. He and Rose had been together for a little over a ye- oh. Oh, no, they'd been together for a year. Exactly a year.

Reptilian faces mostly only permit muted emotions, but Dusk Rose had made a point of getting to know them, and he let out a bubbly laugh after Shiv had gone silent for several long moments and his eyes had steadily widened in realization. "Yes. Happy anniversary to you, too, hon." It was an honest laugh, and Rose made sure Shiv knew it was earnest by backing it up with a firm kiss.

"Srry," Shiv mumbled into his lips.

"Don't worry about it. You be Mr. Business, I'll be Mr. Romance. Ooh, what's the ABV on this? It's so good."

The couple descended into chattering and moving about to set their table, all while their Assistant for the weekend finished up its presentation. It plated out portions and a salad with a simple vinaigrette, then topped off everyone's glasses, including its own after a brief, nonverbal communication with Shiv.

There were a few moments of awkwardness in the couple's small dining room, which was usually only used with company, before Rose said, "Should we sit on the couch? Listens, make yourself a plate and get on the couch with us."

"It's so weird," Shiv muttered as he started moving his own foodstuffs. "I have a fetish for having my flaming hot boyfriend sitting exposed in these formal settings but I also have one for never not touching you." The three of them sat down, with the Assistant against Rose's hip, and turned on a background music channel to better enjoy the meal. Midway through, Rose offered one of the violet pills to Shiv and took one himself. Shiv swallowed it, then casually slid his slacks off, to reveal tight-fitting, neon blue trunks with a glistening, colorless stain already dampening the crotch. Rose stared down, then back up.

Shiv shrugged. "I'm surprised I didn't poke a hole in them, you got me going so fast when you came down."

"So, um." Rose squirmed while his own member started to poke out his sheath again in anticipation, making it slightly harder to balance his plate on his thighs. "You saw the part in the contract where..."

"'If you can fill it before you return it, the rental is free.' That part?" He'd gone back to his pasta, pretending nonchalance. "Weird as hell, but, y'know. Kinky." The rest of that paragraph had detailed, yes, obviously with cum, and please do not harm the merchandise.

"Y-yeah. So, I thought we might, y'know... share?"

The mood, all at once, shifted slightly. Shiv's posture became a little cold, in fractions. "With whom?"

"I was thinking Dex and Sal? I mean it just makes sense."

"I don't like the way Sal talks to you."

"I don't mind it."

"I mind it, Rose. You're mine. I don't mind if you want other dudes to screw you now and then. I like watching it, I like helping it happen, I like the sounds you make, but I do not want to hear him call you 'his little slut.'"

"I mean... I like... being called names."

"But you are not his. I know you don't think it's a big deal, but you don't see the fucking faces he makes while he's riding my_Rose's ass and calling _my Rose 'his.' I will put up with it because they're good friends and they're fun lays and you like it and get off on it, but not on our anniversary."

"You didn't even know it's our anniversary!"

"And now I do, and I still don't like it, and..." He clenched his teeth and breathed in and out, slowly and deeply, a few times. His posture gradually loosened. "And I'm sorry I forgot it, and I'm very grateful you didn't. Can we... can we finish dinner, and I'll think on it? I just... full transparency, Rose, last time Sal was over, I almost threw him through a wall, I was so angry."

Rose muttered, "Well, if getting you that riled up makes you fuck the way you did after they left..."

A fork clattered loudly on the plat for emphasis. "I'm serious." He forced Rose's gaze for a few seconds before a smile softened the glare. "But also, yes, it was gratifying to hear you roar like that."

With the momentary rift at least partially mended, they lapsed into an easy silence except for the sounds of eating and stifled, floral belches from the beer. Listens had remained completely silent. It collected plates as they finished and stood, and started washing up. The couple leaned on the doorframe between their kitchen and living room and watched while sipping on the last of the lambic. During those few minutes, micro-movements, like micro-expressions, drew them fractionally closer together, with postures turned slightly more towards each other, and, well, groins tented slightly more obviously. "I am a little sad that if both of us are going to be working to stuff that unbelievable ass, I won't be stuffing yours," Shiv mentioned.

The leopard met his eyes and flicked his tail. "Use me as warm-up?" he purred. "I got ready upstairs."

Shiv swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry despite the drink in his hands. "Yeah, that's the last straw. Two minutes." He fairly ran upstairs to powder his nose, as it were, and hopped down half the flight when he was done. He gulped down the last swig and set his glass aside, loudly. "On your knees."

"What? And I mean, you don't have to clean up if it's just me-"

"On your knees, bitch."

Rose smirked for a faint moment before resisting. "After the way you've treated me tonight?"

With an almost casual movement of his hips and pivot on one foot, Shiv lashed his long, muscular tail out in front of him to thwack behind Rose's knees and force him to the ground. Listens appeared, somehow already prepared to catch his dropped beer glass, and disappeared as quickly. "Especially after it. If Sal's coming over - and start texting while you put that tongue to work - we're gonna make it absofuckinglutely damn clear to him whose ass that is."

Rose looked up at him with faint pink showing on his ears and a beaming smile. Shiv met it with a gentle smile of his own and rubbed the cat's head from nose to nape, then gripped that nape hard in his claws and jammed his partner's muzzle into his crotch. "Get started. Listens, get Dusk's phone from upstairs. Now." The Assistant fairly vanished at the deep, commanding voice, while the lizard let out a pleased moan at the feel of Rose's rough tongue dragging along the fabric of his underwear and across his scaled skin. His smooth cock tented his trunks rapidly and his internal testes, hidden though they were, were swollen with need with the help of the pill he'd taken. Rose's cock was rapidly throbbing its way out of its sheath and to full hardness, as well, while he sucked the scent of his partner in through deep, heady breaths and dragged his underwear down meaty, broad thighs. The skink stripped off his shirt to reveal a slim, but tone belly. He was also lean, preferring diet to exercise to stay fit, but when he did exercise, it was to lift, giving him a toned upper body and massive thighs.

"Good kitten," he rumbled, "and thirsty tonight." Listens slung the phone in an underhand toss to Rose, who fumbled, caught it, and made sure to wrap his lips around Shiv's straining cock before he started typing. Said lizard cock was naturally drooling precum, and it was a constant, trickling flow under the influence of the pill he'd taken. "Fuck... that's a good bitch..." The leopard's lips moved across its slick surface again and again before accepting it into his throat, which was pleasantly simple given the tapered tip. Then, unexpectedly, he gagged - Listens had gotten belly-down on the floor and by now had its own muzzle bobbing up and down Rose's shaft in turn. In a flash of possessive urge, Shiv stepped on the small creature's fantastic ass and put some weight on it. "Same goes for you, Assistant. Those two're gonna say some bullshit, but tonight, you and this lovely slut are mine."

"Yes, sir," it said between bobs of its head. For a few long moments, the soundscape was fully nonverbal. Sucking noises and soft, breathy moans issued from the trio, punctuated by tapping. Shiv grinned down at his partner, reveling in the sense of servitude, and even more at the little creature that was even subservient to Rose. This was the partnership. This was what was wanted, and what was needed.

"Cming," Rose mumbled around his boyfriend's cock.

"Already?"

"Mmf, no, dummy." He looked up, though he first shivered with pleasure and pulled on Listens' nape to hilt the sable's muzzle against his groin. "Mmmm... Sal and Dex are on their way."

"Well, that can only mean one thing." He flexed his groin, the mere action alone splattering precum over his partner's face, then closed his dinosaur-like foot over Listens' entire head, lifted - again feeling that odd, magnet-like shift in its weight - and transferred the creature under one arm so he could plant his other hand under Rose's jaw and drag him backwards on his ass over to the main room, on top of a lush, plush, black carpet. Rose made an excited choking sound as he was manhandled and thrown on his back, then wriggled fully out of his bottom garments, only to yelp again as the Assistant was dropped on his chest.

Shiv didn't wait. He couldn't wait. It wasn't just the heady sensation of lust from the pill, it wasn't just how unbelievably attractive his boyfriend looked splayed out and spattered and disheveled in that crimson shirt that matched his name on the ground, or the mewling sounds of need. It was frustration borne on love: he needed to show Rose what he meant, and so after the barest of teasing prods under the leopard's thrashing tail, he slammed his precum-and-spit-soaked cock inside, knowing he could take it.

"MINE," he hissed as six inches of cock speared into Rose's underside. His talons scored the hardwood through the carpet as he lunged in again, but despite the violence of the movement, his bright orange eyes locked onto his partner's and wouldn't let go. The cat yelled out an inarticulate syllable and his claws and fingers scrambled for purchase on Shiv's body, finding handholds in the natural ridges encrusting his dorsal side. "Yours," he gasped as the air was fairly knocked out of him with a third full-body thrust.

Listens, for its part, knew to get out of the way, and made itself absent to prepare for the incoming guests. Shiv barely registered it. "I don't care about a fucking contract. I'm gonna make you smell like me and taste like me, Rose. I will whelm you in me." His muscular hips rammed in again, to get out another yelp, before he settled into a harsh, determined rhythm. Reptilian claws ensnared the leopard's narrow hips and that deceptively compact body began bucking the full, fat length of his cock into Rose. The other's tapered, textured member dribbled precum, thicker with each thrust in against his prostate, while he managed to eke out a nod amidst the urge to let his eyes roll up and back into his head with the jolts of pleasure and pain and stimulation deep inside him.

Again, and again, and again, with a wet sound as Shiv thrust in and up, finding those perfect angles to grind the glans of his cock against before tilting his hips again, putting the spring-like architecture of his reptilian body into the final movement to slam against Rose's insides, making the cat yelp each time and making his cock drool, even fountain, with precum. "Assistant. Drink that up," Shiv rumbled as he saw the sweet-salty fluid going to waste. Listens slipped onto the scene, laid its rippling, Adonis-like belly on top of Rose's long, slender torso, and wrapped its lips around his cock. Its garment was still on, but was flipped to the side so its perky, round ass and a pair of plum-sized orbs were perfectly visible in front of Rose's eyes. It held its head still and let the bucking of Shiv's hips roll the leopard cock in and out of his mouth.

"F-fuck, Shiv, I-I'm gonna, I-I can't...!" The cat's clawed hands roamed through the short Assistant's fur, increasingly tense, increasingly desperate, trembling, his personality only letting him grab the fur of his neck, but not do what he needed. Shiv groaned through the pressure inside him from the pill, from seeing his partner lose control and need him, and snatched Listens' nape away from Rose's claws to jam the sable's lips down to the hilt. The creature barely startled and needed no hesitation before swallowing the cat's cock into his throat. A big cat yowl scratched its way out of Rose's throat and Shiv stared hungrily at him as the climax came on. The skink rammed into his partner, faster, getting off on the climactic, spastic squeezing of his ass. The electric sensation, louder somehow in his mind from his lust, from his love, a detonating rock concert, built up and exploding throughout his body, finally found its exit and erupted into Rose. Cum sprayed into him like from a faucet until it was splashing out around the couple's hips, warm and fragrant and thick. Shiv pulled out after the first several blasts and lifted himself up on one knee so he could fire the rest of his load over the strange Assistant and Rose both, more than a cup of the spunk still left to go and plenty to drench both of them. Listens finally pulled up and off to look up at Shiv, meet his eyes while its face was criss-crossed with jizz, take a deep breath, and visibly swallow. Not a drop of Rose's climax had gotten loose.

"This thing is thirsty... Well done, thing," Shiv grunted with real, impressed approval. He ruffled its ears once, smearing his cum around, before walking himself on his knees to sit by his drenched lover and deliver a hot, hard, lasting kiss that slipped into tenderness for long moments. His hands slid through fur, spreading his essence in an even glaze that coated him, waist to muzzle.

The doorbell rang.

The couple locked gazes as the evening's earlier tension surfaced again. Shiv smirked, though, with an impish, multi-lidded wink, and barked, "Listens. Glasses, wine. We have guests." The deluged critter obeyed instantly, despite gyzym dripping down its body. Rose struggled to his feet, similarly soaked, with his attention rapt on Shiv.

"Wha- you're naked, still, I-"

"Hush." He owned this house. He and Rose were partners, yes, and despite the power dynamic, Rose had an equal say in decisions they made. And also, in his house, he answered the door the way he wanted; he made the statement he wanted to make; this domicile and the things in it belonged to Shivering Reeds Over Still Waters. People had often said his kind looked like dragons. He'd found it paid off, in many areas of life, to now and then act like one. His entire, firm, slate-gray body visible and on display, red cock still at full mast despite what it had already unleashed, Shiv unlocked and opened the door. "Dex, Sal," he greeted with a smile. He laid one hand possessively on Rose's bare ass and the other on top of Listens' head. "Good to see you. This is Listens, our Assistant for the weekend, and the four of us are going to stuff it so full of cum it can't walk."

Sal, a skinny, six-foot-four fruit bat, and his partner, Dex, a five-foot-nine, albino lion with a rich, copper-red mane, stood in the door. Sal blinked down at the arranged trio, parsing the message Shiv was sending by answer the door like this, but Dex didn't hesitate.

He grinned hugely, grabbed a glass, and gave first Rose, then Shiv, one-armed hugs, getting his tight gym shirt stained and transferring some of it to Shiv's nude body in the process. "Glad y'all're warmed up - Sal could hardly walk, you had him so stiff. You got those Spunkalot doses?"

Rose loosened up immediately while Sal stooped a little awkwardly to get a glass, and pulled the remaining two pills out of his ruffled shirt pocket. "You bet your ass I do."

"Hell yeah; I'll bet every ass here on it." Everyone gradually moved indoors. Its hands free, Listens went about preparing the main room for an orgy, moving furniture in ways that constantly strained its muscular body against the restraints of its harness. Dex gulped down his pill and watched the little creature move while he started undressing to reveal the broad chest that he'd imprisoned behind a shirt he must have had to spray-paint on and a rapidly-growing bulge against a pair of hot pink boxers. "Oh. My god. I've never actually gotten to see one of these up close. Can I touch them? Him? Her?"

"'It,' it insists, and yes," Shiv answered. He found himself already feeling possessive of and protective towards the creature. It was so perfectly obedient. Just as he'd heard about them, it anticipated desires before they were expressed; molded itself to its masters' personalities - several times, it had waited for commands from Shiv, because the skink liked to give them and be obeyed.

Dex picked it up by its harness in one hand and cradled it against his body so he could keep drinking. "Oh my god y'all still have this Zinfandel? Fucking excellent. Look at this thing! How is it still dressed? How's it going to hold, what, twelve gallons of semen? We were swimming by the end last time! Should be a piece of cake to get y'all's money back. Is that what we measured it at last time we did this? That's what it said on the packaging and speaking of packaging oooooh, baby, look at it!" He ran a broad paw that took up almost Listens' entire belly down its rock-hard six-pack, flipped the loincloth out of the way with his thumb, and revealed a fairly shimmering, golden-orange cock with a tapered, spade-shaped head, a fat belly, and a series of nodules running dorsally down its length. "It's better hung than you are, Shiv!" he laughed. Shiv had been too focused on Rose to notice, but the loincloth was damp with precum, and when he walked over to squeeze the Assistant's cock, more of the stuff flowed out easily, onto his hand. It was warm - warmer than it seemed like it had a right to be - and tasted like ambrosia, when he licked his fingers. "Good lord," he muttered as he appreciated those magnificent loins.

Sal, looming in the background, had poured his own glass of wine down his throat while Dex chattered and was undoing his belt and shorts. Rose moved over to help him out of his sleeveless shirt - a necessity for bats, given the wings. Anthropomorphic bats often had their thumbs and first two fingers free, while the last two were loaded down and restricted by the leathery membrane they were known for. Sal was no different. He grinned and reached down to cup one of his nuts through his underwear, each one easily the size of an overripe mango due to his heritage. His basso voice rumbled, "Each of you got out two. These boys pumped out the rest."

"Well, they'll need to work overtime - he didn't even seem to notice my load. This is gonna be fun," Rose answered, and squeezed the other nut as he gave Sal a fond smile.

Gradually, the four congregated on the floor as they finished drinks. "Everyone got clean dicks and buttholes?" Dex's tone was jovial, but everyone met one another's gazes and nodded agreement. "Good, 'cuz lotta dicks goin' in a lotta holes tonight. Brought lube in case we need it, but everyone looks wet already. Cheers to that!" They all cheered, clinked glasses, and downed their last gulps. There was always an air of hesitation, of needing to move gradually, no matter how many times they'd had these double dates. In a matter of moments, though, given the night's anticipation and the heat in the room, Dex wrapped his lips around Listens' member and seated the thing's thighs on his shoulders before he'd even finished kicking off his boxers. Seeing another cat's ass to please, Shiv stood, planted a foot between his powerful shoulders, and sent him sprawling onto his front, where he kept his ivory muzzle buried in the sable's loins. The lion scooted his hips this way and that in playful avoidance until Shiv managed to snatch his tail, hike it up, and start working two precum-soaked fingers underneath it to the sound of pleased, muffled snarls.

With their boyfriends occupied, Sal and Rose slammed together like a magnet. "Wish we could all finish in you, you beautiful cum sock," Sal rumbled as he started sliding his way, inch after inch after inch, into Rose's well-used underside. Rose whimpered and folded his ears back while he squirmed in pleasure, but reached his hand out to grab at Shiv's thigh - missing and hitting Dex's first, given that the skink was already half-buried inside him - which prompted an interlacing squeeze of that hand. Their eyes met briefly again and they exchanged a smile before going back to whom they were doing.

"Do whatever you want - but finish in the Assistant!" he reminded everyone. "We're gonna make this fella a little cum balloon by the end of the night!" Inarticulate snarls met him from across the room, and the foursome went into an orgiastic frenzy, swapping positions and partners with intimate familiarity merged with uninhibited, raw lust. Minutes passed in estrus-like heat. Teeth sank into shoulders, a string of foul insults swarmed from Sal's lips into Dusk's ears - earning only one warning scratch - and finally, Sal called for Listens to be passed over. It was tossed weightlessly across the short distance like a football and had its rear end immediately impaled on nine inches of bat cock.

"Fuck, FUCK! It's like velvet, it's fucking perfect in its ass, oh, ah, yeah...!" Sal moaned, looking almost comical as his beanpole frame and skinny hips bucked away on top of the little creature, which made odd, alluring, Siren-like sounds of pleasure as it was scooted across the floor in the midst of the bat's orgasm. Sal's massive nuts, each nearly the size of the asscheeks they were slapping, tightened up against his body as he bellowed in climax. The sight of it sent his partner over the edge, and Dex barely pulled himself out from on top of the skink that had been power-bottoming for him (even Shiv needed to get fucked now and then, and "Slam that cat cock in me like you've gotta repopulate the Savannah" was certainly not an invitation Dex ignored) long enough to wipe his cock with a towel and jam it in Listens' muzzle so he and his boyfriend could spit roast it. Even so, the first blast of his orgasm was too fast for him and it sprayed out across the thing's back, more volume in one shot than most entire climaxes contain. "I-its tongue, too, fuck, this muzzle...!"

Shiv and Rose clambered over to tend to one another while they watched, each one with a paw stroking the others' cock, hips trembling in need, mouths slightly ajar as they panted, eyes fixated on the scene. Dex stroked down its toned shoulders and back, paws worshipping the little creature in the midst of his orgasm. Sal reached under it to stroke its cock as well, eliciting a chime-like squeal of pleasure. The chiropteran and cat pair continued pumping their hips, continued cumming, and everyone there knew how much spunk especially Sal could make under the influence of their magic pills, but the diminutive Assistant swallowed both loads without even beginning to look bloated.

"I'm c-close, here, gimme its ass," Rose stuttered. Sal backed off on his knees in bewilderment, and Rose, like the other big cat, loosed one stream of gyzym before he could stuff his cock under the sable's tail. He yowled in climax. Shiv grabbed deep in Dex's mane and eased him out of the way - though not before an appreciative, rough kiss to his muzzle - to press his wet cock behind those perfect, black lips and into the yielding, muscular throat, where he let loose his own blasts of orgasm. "Roll it over; I have to see..." They rolled it like an actual spit roast, exposing the rock-hard, throbbing cock and gorgeous chest and belly, but easily another gallon of spunk later, when they both slid out, the only response was a sort of pleased, high-pitched sigh as the thing caught its breath before stretching out its long belly, to show that the barest swell was finally present.

"What the fuck," Dex gasped. "Is it cumming it all back out? Has it cum at all?"

"No," Shiv panted, "but I still have a few more in me for it; I know that."

"Oh, I'm sure you do, mini-dragon," Sal answered with a grin. The two more dominant partners locked eyes with challenging grins. "And I'm gonna fuck 'em out of you."

"Alright, spaghetti hips; show me, then," Shiv snarled, before fairly tackling Sal to the ground. The group went to again for the next hour, two hours. While they did, they passed around Listens, calling for it as they reached their climaxes like they were calling over a waiter or a pool boy. Orgasm after orgasm they pumped into it. Each one took a turn working through an entire round from start to typhoon-like finish, and no matter what they did, no matter how they stimulated it - lips, tongue, fingers, ass, chest, even gentle teeth - it never once climaxed, as though determined to demonstrate it could contain them all without giving up a drop of its own semen. Its precum, though, continued its steady, magmatic flow, soaking into everyone present as they took turns. Warm, spreading, seeping - and largely unnoticed.

"Nnnfff... fffuck... fhhhh..." Shiv panted, soaked in sweat, fur matted across his body, as he fairly shivered, hips spasming and seizing as exhausted pelvic muscles fought to climax for the sixth time that night. He yipped with surprise when Listens' ass cheeks clenched around his dick as he slid out, as though to catch his last drop. The little creature writhed slowly on the floor, surrounded by utterly winded men, then rolled onto its knees, then feet, then stood up on its tippy-toes and stretched over its head to again show off its tummy. There was obvious bloat, now, but it had to have taken gallons upon gallons.

"Boys, boys, boys," its semi-synthetic voice chimed out while it met each of the four gazes and stunned them with the sudden break in character. They were hypnotized by its neon eyes. In fact, they felt sluggish, with their bodies weak and warm and worn out. It smiled and gave a firm flex of its butt and groin to make its brilliant cock swell appetizingly. "I suppose it's good you have me for the whole weekend. Guess I'll go fix myself a snack."

It sauntered off to the kitchen, leaving the four of them in a loose heap of limbs, all their cocks spent and flopped messily about.

His mouth dry, Dex offered, "I think I've... think I've got more of those pills at uh. At home? Didn't think we'd need them."

"I think if I had a second one, I'd die. No idea how you did that last time. Where'd you get them from, anyway?" Shiv asked between breaths, his eyes closed where he'd lain his head across Rose's soft, gray belly.

"Some place out of town. Lily Boutique. Weird ermine guy."

Rose's tummy went tight under his boyfriend's head. "Rose?"

"Oh, of fucking course," the leopard moaned. "That's the guy."

"The guy?"

"The guy who rented me Listens."

"It's the same spell, it's the same fucking spell."

"We were scammed?" Shiv choked out.

Dex broke into stifled, drunken laughter while they collectively groaned. When the noise had settled, Rose asked, "So, y'all wanna do this again tomorrow night?"

A trio of "yes" answered him while Listens walked back in bearing waters, once again quiet, professional, and obedient - a picture of beauty with its black fur matted and striped from cum, with its vermillion member still perfectly, fully erect and seeming to glow, with its strange eyes and compact, muscular, dense body, with its elegant, angular muzzle and ears - after the single, brief change of character, and passed them around to people simply basking in the molten afterglow of the orgy. Perhaps with a slight smirk quirking one corner of its mouth.

AN: Here, you're welcome to stop. I, however, obsessed with vore as I am, have provided a vore-filled ending below, which you're also welcome to enjoy.

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It passed out water, then sat at Sal's feet where the great bat had splayed out and began to massage those feet with its paws. It hummed quietly while they all breathed and began to recover. The sound was theremin-like. It filled the room, alien and strange. Muscles cramped from hours of sexual activity - necks and hips and calves and shoulders and abs - all relaxed at the odd sound, and from the sense of luxurious warmth that had begun flowing through them each at the first touch of the Assistant's ever-flowing precum. They'd been soaked with it as they'd passed the creature around, though it was hard to tell the effect from those of wine, fatigue, exhaustion, and the sense of romance in the room. Quiet breathing and the Siren hum from Listens were the only real sounds.

Its fingers worked at Sal's paws, strong and confident, and while they did, its body began to change. Subtle changes. The floor beneath it sank slightly as its weight increased, though the only difference in size was that of its plump cock and balls, which had not once deflated the entire night and were now swelling to double in size in half a minute. It took Sal's foot and, with a soft moan, pressed the big toe into the slit of its cock. Reality seemed to shift at the point of entry, the little creature flexed its groin muscles, and the entire foot slid inside. The flesh stretched, but mostly, the bat's volume seemed to simply compress. He didn't fight, either - his mind was a muddled haze. The second foot was pressed in alongside it, and Listens moaned quietly as it began to move and sound itself with the giant bat's feet, then ankles and calves. The cock bulged and swelled, though never as much as it should have. Precum dribbled out like a burbling fountain over his limbs. Now knees, now thighs - the Assistant sat back on its knees and simply guided the bat's legs into his cock. Strong arms and a stronger groin swallowed inch by inch. The sable licked its lips and let out a hungry moan as those massive, spent nuts were gulped down into his cock. "More..." it whispered.

No one seemed to notice. Rose was sound asleep. Dex was collapsed against the couch with his eyes half-lidded, just seeming to breathe deeply and sink into his relaxation. Sal's hips, then slim waist sank inside, now that the Assistant's cock was as wide around as its meaty biceps. Its voice chimed out with newly awakened need, and it fell forward onto hands and knees to roll its hips as though it were slowly, steadily fucking - but instead, each movement, each rock of its heavy nuts forward, simply swallowed another several inches of Sal's body. His chest forced it to stretch wider, then shoulders, as with a gasp those, too, dropped in. Small distentions of his scrotum, as though Sal's body were the size of a kitten's, were the only indications that the strange creature was engulfing this much larger person. Neck, head, and muzzle followed rapidly, and Listen's frame shook with orgasmic pleasure - but, instead of spewing cum, the cock gripped and pulled and gulped until it was unperturbed anymore by Sal's body, and a heavy swing of the creature's balls, with a faint outline of the bat, showed he'd been fully pulled inside.

Listens licked its lips. "Gotta... balanced you out..." it breathed, staring hungrily at Sal's boyfriend. It crawled its way up to stand next to the bodybuilder. Dex's broad, leonine paws were first - one, then the other. His glazed over eyes met Listens', and he made a soft mewl, but whether it was objection or pleasure was impossible to tell. It was muffled, regardless, when with a whimper of ecstasy, it bucked its hips and drew Dex's forearms, biceps, and muzzle inside, to coat and smear that red mane with the constant drip of precum. Its hands roamed the muscular chest in greedy anticipation, seeming barely able to stand as the cock stretched enormously to contain the lion's shoulders as he started sliding over sideways from where he'd been sitting. Sal had been too far gone to move, but some remnant of Dex's will made him stretch and squirm. Listens cried out, then let out a shuddering laugh of pleasure, clearly enjoying itself. The texture of Dex's mane, and then of his swollen pectorals and stocky torso, was heavenly as it slid inside it - all the pleasure it had denied itself from these boys' efforts, now multiplied into this ecstatic consumption. It reveled as it tucked Dex's cock into its own, to suck that hefty maleness and balls below in, the entire impressive stature reduced to a toy, a meal, an experience. Hips, thighs, knees, and delectably noodle-like tail, with the feathery tuft on the end, all slid inside as it bucked its own lower physique to tilt the remaining parts of the lion up and up so they could slide inside, with a little help from hands that laced with lion toes to shove them down. Again, it shook and shivered and moaned in orgasmic bliss, and Dex's shrunken body dropped in alongside Sal's - his on the right, Sal's on the left - to land beneath the shapely cock like two new testes while that spire continued to pulse, harder than ever.

"More..." it whispered again and eyed the remaining two. It startled as it met Shiv's very open eyes.

"Knew it," Shiv breathed. He didn't seem to have control of much of his body, but he could speak. "Knew you... little traitor."

Without dropping the gaze, it answered in its musical tones, "Read more carefully in the future, if you have one. But. You fucked me harder than anyone. You get a very special reward, at least." It walked over to Rose, easily pulled the much larger male out from under his boyfriend, and began massaging the cloud leopard's feet.

"Don't... dare..." Shiv twitched on the ground where he lay belly down.

"You'll all be fine. Probably. You just belong to me, now. And you can start by cleaning up after yourself." It turned its back on Shiv and lifted its tail invitingly. "I like lizard tongues nearly as much as I like cat paws." It opened its jet black muzzle wide and engulfed both feet at once with a hungry moan. Shiv rustled behind him, long tail thrashing, and crawled forward in jerky movements. Listens smiled and gulped loudly, swallowing ankles and calves into its throat - where they just barely distended it outwards. At the sound, Shiv struggled forward again, only to find his neck snatched by the surprisingly muscular, sable tail, and his pointed nose and jaw shoved up between smooth, warm, well-lubricated cheeks smelling - of course - of the spunk of four men. He grunted and struggled, but his thin, forked tongue slipped out to press into the velvety cheeks he'd so ferociously fucked, and he moaned with lust.

Immediately, the voracious Assistant clenched and pulled, and Shiv's nose slipped inches deep into that hole without an effort. His tongue flicked out to tickle along the creature's insides. It steadily knelt backwards, sliding his muzzle, then eye ridges, then entire head into its sphincter, before carefully rolling onto its back.

"Fuck me one last time," it mumbled messily around Rose's thighs between swallows. "Get... so deep... I need that... need to be full..." Its rear clenched and stretched and pulled, and this time, its body was shuddering and shaking well before either one had been fully put away. The textured flesh of the skink was sliding past, rocking against, jabbing into its prostate as shoulders and arms slid inside. It fairly screamed when dorsal ridges slipped inside it, like a ribbed toy, as its throat and jaws worked like a vortex around a meal that should have been impossible. It writhed on its back, absolutely lost in the bliss of pleasuring itself with its meals. Slim, athletic leopard belly slid past its lips while the tapering body of the skink finally provided its last challenge - the hips and those powerful, thighs. Shiv squirmed and let out muffled moans as he was pulled inside, but whether from pleasure or frustration or both, it was hard to tell. His cock had gone hard again, regardless. Listens used a foot to tuck it up inside its ass, then paused in its constant, bucking, swallowing consumption, to instead use the dominant little reptile like a toy: it planted its feet on Shiv's thighs and arched, again bucking its hips, but then let a few inches of the skink's hips and cock out, using those hips like they were a canine knot. It fucked itself with Shiv's lower body and cock while it moaned around Rose's chest. Wild now, with its massive, bloated member and newly occupied balls swinging and spilling splashes of precum with each movement, it stuffed Rose's hands down alongside his torso. Its paws then clutched up at the leopard's head and muzzle and began pushing it inside, with sharp sable teeth scraping against neck and chin and muzzle. Its chest squeezed powerfully around the leopard's body as it was pulled inside, where he was reduced visually to a bare lifting of its ribcage. Ravenous, it continued feeding, swallowing, but not letting up on the lizard trapped halfway inside its ass, until it felt Shiv climax and fire cups of semen despite his performance already - in fact, climaxing at the same moment his boyfriend's muzzle was fully engulfed in Listens' maw, behind a hard swallow and sharp click of teeth, like a gate slamming shut.

"MINE," it bellowed in a suddenly basso rumble that shook the apartment. It finally came. While Shiv's tapered, thrashing body began vanishing rapidly, deeper and deeper inside the diminutive body, its foot-long cock fired a constant rope of cum thicker than its thumb over its muzzle and across the room. It writhed as its climactic bucking and Shiv's shoved his body inches at a time inside, the long, muscular tail taking seconds and seconds of climax to slide in, a foot at a time. Spunk splashed liberally across the apartment - rug, furniture, walls, ceiling - while its nuts clenched and gripped around the trapped Sal and Dex inside them. Its noises cracked glasses and rumbled floorboards, for minutes on end of a single, constant stream of orgasm. By the end, every surface was coated, claimed, soaked - there was almost a layer of spunk resting on the floor.

Then, it quietly stood up, which caused a gentle splash of its own essence, and stretched. It answered a hesitant query of "Is everything alright?" from a next-door neighbor with a perfect mimicry of Rose's voice: "Just boys being boys!" It looked down and ran its paws over the two gentle swells that distorted its already cum-bloated abdomen and hummed, then cupped the new occupants of its balls. It would be nice to add them to its mass and capacity - it hadn't managed to break furniture, yet, and that, it felt, was a travesty. It checked the floor - ah, yes, its mass had in fact cracked the floorboards. It collected Rose's phone and typed out a few messages to a new number.

"Nice place. Good people. Picked up two extra. One you sold to. They thought this was planned."

"Cute. Good job. Did you christen it?"

It sent a panorama.

"That's a good sable. I'll be outside in two - got caught up in a call with the Chasm."

"Yes, sir."

"See you soon."

"800 kilograms now, approximately."

"Fuck. Too bad you can't keep 'em." This time, the appraisal came from just outside the apartment door. An ermine was waiting outside, and came in when Listens opened it. The weasel picked up his mustelid Assistant by its harness and gave it a firm kiss to its forehead before hefting it. "800 kilos? Enchantment's holding perfectly. But, we don't what?"

"Kill people, sir."

"Catch and release."

"Yes, sir."

"Hm." He closed the door behind him. "Listens?"

"Sir?"

"You have about two feet of crocodile skink tail hanging out of your ass."

For the first time in its entire night of debauchery, Listens' ears went crimson.

The ermine smirked. "Enjoyed yourself on him, did you?"

"Yes, sir." It gave a whimpering moan, and its cock began to stiffen again as it took its time drawing the remaining length of Shiv up into its body.

"Well. All ours, now." The ermine clapped. "Finally have a new location. Let's set it up. Witness will be over soon to help. We can fuck, first, if it'll take the edge off."

"Yes, please, sir."