FSE

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Written by @SalaciousMoo / EmmaTheMoo Art by DoctorDJ

In the quiet little park, James and Chloe were an odd sight. James with a friendly smile and his well-kempt hair, the svelte, unassuming human would struggle to raise so much as an eyebrow in a crowd.

As for the woman next to him? Well...

Chloe fit the bill for trouble to a tee; tall and imposing with a well-built physique, she tended to loom without trying to. “It's nice out tonight," said Chloe, walking alongside James like a guard dog, his hand swallowed up in the furry mitt of her paw.

James agreed, it was perfect weather for a date. Though, after ten of them, perhaps it was a little silly to keep calling their nights out as dates. He did so anyway.

He glanced over to her; to an untrained eye, Chloe might have looked upset. The black and white fur of her face gave her a natural scowl, but James saw her black lips subtly curl into a grin. It was interesting that after enough time, you could learn a person's tells, and by now he was confident in his ability to read her body language. She looked relaxed. Even without the smile it seemed obvious to him; shoulders laid back, not squared forward, voice growly but only just so, assertive without impatience.

“Yeah, pretty much perfect," he replied, straying closer to his girlfriend. James draped himself across her arm and a furry thumb slowly rubbed the palm of his hand. 'God, that shirt really hugs her chest tight', he thought, amazed that her outfit accentuated both a hardened body while also accommodating her more feminine charms. 'She must have got it tailored'. Rolled and cuffed sleeves did her arms wonders and left nothing to the imagination.

He stopped daydreaming, certain Chloe had to have caught him staring by then. A glance upwards confirmed his suspicion. She leered, flexing her bicep beneath his cheek, the swollen knot of muscle effortlessly jumping and rolling, and chittered at the flustered look on his face.

“I feel like a jock showing off for a cheerleader. Just warn me if you're gonna swoon," She ribbed.

“H-hey!," James sputtered.

“Relax, I think it's cute."

“I'm not cute…" he grumbled and slapped her arm in mock offense. He winced, it felt like he'd smacked concrete. That only made her laugh harder.

James couldn't quite recall what had first attracted him to such a rough and aggressive woman, but he was glad he tried, and that she gave him a chance too. She had her fair share of quirks, granted. She didn't like to mince words, often to the point of being crass, and her flirting was the same. Coming home on his birthday to her naked and sprawled out across his sofa wasn't even in the top ten of the stunts she pulled.

They still couldn't go back to the Denny's. Or that one gym's sauna.

She was also particular about scents—his scent in specific. James would often finish a shower only for her to give him a cursory sniff and rope him into cuddling, taking great care in brushing her fur against his bare skin. Chloe tried explaining that she felt more at ease when he smelled of her, and that it meant they were an item. Not that James objected to the impromptu snuggle sessions. Her pelt was soft, and he couldn't really 'smell' what scent she was even talking about save for the smell of clean fur. So, he was content to humor her and spend the hour in her arms.

That, and she loved it when he broke out the brushing kit. It had been a bit of a shock, but very adorable, especially how she'd smile and make little cooing sounds when the comb went over her tummy.

Not that he would tell her that. No, then she'd get huffy, which made it even harder not to find it cute. His heart warmed just thinking about it.

A shoulder thumped into his chest, his musings short with a stumble; James lost his footing, but Chloe was quick on the draw and caught him, canceling his meeting with the ground.

“Whoops!" the jogger muttered. James blinked and straightened his shirt. A man with overlong hair and a hoodie held up a hand in a flippant apology, having not bothered to stop.

“Hey! Watch where you're going, asshole," Chloe spat.

The jogger turned, indignant, a scowl written on his face until he rounded upon a murderous glare. “I didn't-" he started, blanching as the fur around Chloe's neck bristled sharply. She let out a snarling rattle, voice filled with rising anger. His bravado deflated about just as quickly.

“What? 'You didn't' what?!" Chloe glared, short tail whipping harshly behind her. The jogger back-pedaled; eyes widened in fear.

James felt her hand tense up in his palm, the tips of her claws unsheathed. He had to diffuse this, and fast. He rubbed her forearm, stepping between them, “It was an accident, honey-bear, he didn't mean it, right…?" He glanced to the man, ducking his head slowly in a hopefully understandable signal to just roll with it.

The man took one look at Chloe and nodded meekly, “Y-yeah, it's my bad. H-have a good night." He stammered, still backpedaling, keen on putting as much distance as he could from the irate badger.

“Don't worry about it, dude," said James. He could tell Chloe wasn't happy about the jogger getting away, but she didn't go after him, not while he held her hand.

Neither said anything, nor did they keep walking. After a moment Chloe slumped her shoulders, trying to meet James in the eyes only to grumble something to herself.

He broke the silence first. “Hun, we talked about this."

Chloe hung her head and flicked an ear with a rattle. “I'm sorry, I can't help it. You know how I am... I don't mean to…. to… It's just..." She struggled to find the words, exasperatedly clenching her free hand.

“I know you're trying to do the right thing, but I can handle myself too. He was just some jackass." He stepped closer, hands still entwined, and the consoling brush at her forearm traveled up the fur of her bicep. “You don't have to keep picking fights for me, but it's sweet of you, Chloe."

“I just don't like people messing with you," she ground her shoe against the gravel. A furry arm wound up across James' back, drawing him in close.

The difference in height meant her modest chest bumped against his neck. He reached around her flank, resting his cheek against her breast, and hugged her back, “of course, love. It means a lot you look out for me." He assured her. Sometimes she misdirected the anger and passion she carried, but James felt it came from the right place.

“I love you too, that's why I get so angry." Her voice turned quiet, “people used to always pick fights with me when I was small…"

James nodded solemnly, consolingly stroking her fur.

Those surrounding arms hugged tighter as she continued. “I know you can handle yourself, so can I. That's just the thing though, if you swing back, some people see it as a challenge. The biggest person in the room, you know? It just made me angrier and angrier. I dunno..."

Chloe was almost leaning on him now, head hung low. He felt her lips brush against his crown as she murmured, holding him as if afraid to let go. James swallowed the lump in his throat. He felt for her and wasn't sure what to say. His hands left her flank, reaching up to cradle her head. “I'm sorry, Chloe."

“Don't be, it's not your fault." She sighed, kissing his temple. “Besides, I enjoy the fights at least a little. It's who I am, I guess."

“Only if you want to be, hun." He murmured.

She nodded slowly, lost in thought. “I'm sorry if I soured the evening."

“Aww, no honey-bear, you ruined nothing. Between you and me, seeing your fur all puffed up really gets my heart racing," he whispered good-naturedly, snug within the secure hold slung across his back and shoulder.

Chloe snickered and gave him a noogie. “Ass."

He smiled swatting away her hand, “Mhmm, you love me though~."

They parted, and Chloe looked down at him with a soft gaze. She had such a striking visage, innately fierce and angry looking, but right then it held such a tender look. Her eyes sparkled, and some part of him wondered if they were tears, but James knew better than to say anything.

“'Course I do." She whispered.

Seeing past her anger wasn't the right way to put it. James tried to take it from her perspective; Chloe was assertive, loyal to a fault, if sometimes overbearing, but all of this was to keep someone she loved and respected safe. Never once did that righteous anger get pointed his way, not seriously anyway, nor did James suspect that to happen.

Neck craned; he kissed her cheek. Why dwekl in it. The thing about love was you tried and made things work, right? “Why don't we just forget him? We can ditch the park and enjoy some dinner," he offered.

The tension slowly disarmed, her fury little more than embers in a firepit compared to the burning mess a few moments earlier. “Maybe…" she rumbled, pulling him back in her embrace as she thought it over.

“C'mon, we can get ya some beer and wings." He nudged her.

Chittering laughter tickled his ear, her stocky shoulders bouncing and nudging him back, “Now you're talking!" She boomed, “I know just the place. Though, first we should head home to grab my jacket. The special one."

“Your leather one? Why?"

Chloe's pearly-white teeth gleamed in a fang-filled smile. “You'll see."

--/--

James eyed the stairwell apprehensively. Drab, steel and concrete, straight down into what looked like an inconspicuous basement floor. Above it, a lonely sign hung on the wall, “Heaven's Hellhole".

He turned to Chloe, glancing around the rest of the street. It was a sketchy part of town, a lot of graffiti-tagged and neglected buildings and a spatter of apartments. He side eyed the few motorcycles parked out front, “This the place?"

Chloe nodded, “Yep. Best damn wings in town and cheap beer. Been here plenty of times."

“Heaven's Hellhole is an interesting name for a pub."

“It's not _exactly _a bar. Can't really call it that or the cops get nosy, but it serves liquor and food." His girlfriend licked her teeth, “you look nervous."

'Nervous is right.' James swallowed, “Place seems a little rough is all I'm saying."

She slung a heavy arm around his shoulder, playfully pulling him to her side, “What happened to 'I can take care of myself', eh, Killer?"

James chewed his lip, eyeing the stairwell.

She chuckled, patting him on the back, “n'aww, you'll be fine. These are my kin, they're good people." Her claws carefully ruffled his hair. Seeing Chloe back to her usual self was reassuring to James. “Just stick by me if you're scared, no one's gonna touch ya. Especially not on my watch." She added.

'That's not really reassuring, Chloe.' James thought to himself. 'Then again, I did offer to take her out and after what I've said in the park, I sure as shit can't wuss out. It'd just vindicate her. Oh well, too late now.' He shrugged, taking a step towards the stairs before being stopped with a firm, but gentle arm on his shoulder.

Chloe looked like she'd suddenly remembered something. “Before we go in, I have to let you in on something. This place is a…" she hummed for a second, mulling over her words, “a private affair, don't go telling people about it, and you can't invite people. You'll be alright because you're with me, though. Got it?"

James cocked a brow at the odd warning, nerves resurfacing for a moment before he pushed it out of his mind. He nodded and put on a brave face all the same, “Yep! Lead the way, love." He tried to act nonchalant, though somehow, he doubted Chloe bought it.

“That's the spirit!" She cheered, dragging him down the stairs. It left him with a mix of morbid curiosity, and a healthy dose of concern. “God is this gonna be fun."

--/--

Inside was a den of smoke and debauchery. James could hardly hear himself over the din of the dive bar. Cigarette smoke clung to the exposed brick walls, the whole place smelled of beer, fried food, and weed. The hanging Edison lights, and the coloured neon signage left a glow amidst the haze, plastered everywhere were trinkets, old posters, and a painted mural of the same tire and crossbones emblazoned on his lover's jacket. The couple slowly waded through the cluster of densely packed people. Most of them wore leather, denim, and some other fibers he couldn't recognize. Few dressed differently. James couldn't help but notice the identical lettering, and that from what he could tell only women sported the same motifs as Chloe's.

“This is a biker bar, isn't it?" He half-shouted into Chloe's ear. She gave him a blank look.

“Sort of? It's a bar, but not really. It's owned by my club; we just aren't supposed to tell anyone. What, did you think the colours on my jacket were for playing dress-up or something?" She snorted, jovially elbowing him.

“Well, no, but I didn't realize you were actually in a motorcycle gang." No sooner than he said that a paw gently lay itself over his lips and muzzled him. James blinked.

Chloe looked around for a second before turning her attention squarely on him. “Don't call it a gang, not here, some people might get angry if you do. We're a club. “

'That was one way to settle nerves. What the hell have I got myself into?' He chewed his lip. “Got it, sorry…" He mumbled, spitting out a bit of fur as the paw left his lips.

Chloe gave his shoulder an apologetic squeeze, “Nahhh, I should have told you that earlier. I'm sorry, monkey. It's just been a little since I've been here, I'm being scatterbrained and jumpy—"

“HEY! Chloe, that you?!" A voice bellowed out from the clamoring crowd. James saw Chloe jump, turning pointedly to whoever called her out.

From the sea of people emerged a daunting figure. The rhino sported a jacket just like Chloe's, although it had a few more studs and straps. The woman broke into a leering grin, “it is you, how long's it been since you showed your face here?" She boomed, pushing her way through a few patrons, and purposefully striding towards the two of them.

James stood warily as Chloe left his side and matched the Rhino's stride. His chest tightened. Only a few minutes in and already it looked like there was a stand-off. Chloe got within striking distance, flexed and readied in the same way he'd seen her knock out at least a handful of men before. They both swung, the motion a blur, but to his surprise and relief rather than a blow their palms met with a forceful clap, loud enough his hand hurt in sympathy. They pulled close together, forehead pressed to forehead as they stared each other down.

“Haha, you old witch, how the fuck are ya?" The rhino chuckled, her voice was feminine, yet it also held a gravelly edge.

“Been good, Maria, been real good. Real busy,“ Chloe replied, the two breaking apart.

He'd never admit it, but James felt a little better when she rejoined his side.

Compared to Maria, Chloe almost looked small, and that was saying something. His girlfriend had a soldier's physique, well built but with a hint of softness that came from a balanced diet. A body that heralded strength without care for the finer points of refining that came with bodybuilding.

Maria on the other hand was just big. Big In every sense of the word; broad as she was tall with wide shoulders, her denim jeans stretched over ample hips, gut kept in by several belts, it was a miracle the rhino's leather jacket fit at all; she was near to bursting out of it. She caught him staring, and James' heart skipped when she flashed him a blunt-toothed smile, teeth white as the two wicked horns jutting from her head. “Who's the pretty-boy?"

She caught him leering and now paid James back and then some. The woman eyed him up and down. The look on her face sent chills up his back. He felt like a piece of meat.

Leather-wrapped arms entwined his chest in a blur. A sputtering wheeze forced from James' lungs as Chloe pressed him to the solid wall of her abs. “My boyfriend." she said warily.

The rhino snorted, still sizing James up. He could see the gears in her head turning, “Cute, don't break this one."

“THAT WAS ONE TIME!" Chloe barked; ears splayed across her skull in embarrassment.

“Mmmhm... sure, sure."

James didn't like the mischievous glint in Maria's eyes. She leaned forward, drawing closer to being eye level with him, but stopped to flaunt her hardly contained bosom before his eyes. “Better keep a tight leash on the boy. Who knows, someone else might snatch him up." She said with a bawdy laugh, watching his gaze trail towards her chest.

Chloe tightened her hold and threatened to lift his feet off the ground. James couldn't believe his ears. Watching his girlfriend act possessive was making his stomach flutter, and right then Maria was doing a perfect job of continuing to wind Chloe up. At the rate they were going, he worried his ribs would snap.

James tried to adjust himself in the increasingly restrictive hold, but Chloe met his squirms with a quick nip to his ear, wordlessly commanding him to stay still. His focus lurched, as if she'd hit a reset in his brain. He craned his neck to glower at her, 'That was definitely on purpose! She knows what that does to me.'

The room felt sweltering, growing more intense the longer she guarded him so fiercely.

James wheezed, cheeks flushed scarlet while his ribs creaked, but Chloe persisted, gripping him tighter. “Don't you even get any ideas! He's mine." She rattled, glaring at Maria.

Maria brushed off the threat with an obnoxious grin, playing with the zipper to her jacket, “Oops~" A blunt claw snagged the catch, and pulled it down, flashing the rhino's ample cleavage in full view of James.

He swallowed. She wasn't wearing anything beneath the jacket. Even in the foggy lighting those massive, stormy-grey melons sheened with a gentle layer of sweat. They were huge. Each the size of his head. She crossed her arms beneath her chest, bouncing it slowly with an audible, strained creak of leather. Her mouth-watering tits looked dangerously heavy. Sticking his head between them would be a recipe for a concussion, and not even from Chloe, either.

The hapless man's heart thundered in his ears, held like a treasured plushie while two larger women fought over whose turn it was to play with him. He felt guilty even thinking about it. 'I would never cheat on Chloe...but this is unreal.' He hoped they wouldn't escalate further, otherwise he was sure one of them was leaving in an ambulance...

Maria thankfully backed off, though that smug grin never left the coquettish rhino's lips. “God that's so cute, look at how he blushes." She chortled, “Found yourself a fun little chew toy, eh? Good on ya. I'll grab us all a few beers, come meet me at the bar when you lovebirds are ready. First rounds on me."

Chloe and James watched her leave. With her gone, the stifling grip around him vanished too, he gasped his first proper lungful of air in far too many minutes and rested unsteadily against Chloe, her hand secured itself around his waist. “H-how do you stand her?" He rasped, “I've seen you kick someone's ass for less…"

It was strange, for a second James swore Chloe almost looked worried.

She shrugged, “Maria's a pain, but she's the best friend you could want. I've scrapped with her plenty, but she's a tough bitch—'s why I like her. Too many people act like pussies around me."

He supposed it made a little sense, sort of. “So... are we gonna take up her offer on the beer?"

Chloe nodded, “Fuck yeah we are. If we don't, then fat ass over there will drink it all herself."

--/--

Chloe hadn't lied about the wings. They were fantastic. James hadn't even noticed that he packed away two full plates, not between the impromptu drinking contest and rapid-fire banter between his girlfriend and her longtime buddy. They already burned through the first round; Chloe's warnings of Maria's drinking habit definitely proved to be true.

Maria guzzled her mug, setting down the empty glass with a crass belch. “How was that?"

Chloe eyed her phone, “Not bad, about three and a half seconds."

“Your turn." The heavy-set girl turned to James, “Gotta see this, Chlo' can knock 'em back like you wouldn't believe."

Chloe rolled her eyes, “Fine, but only because I know you won't shut up about it otherwise."

James watched amazed as Chloe followed suit, glaring at Maria and downing her glass faster than he could start the timer. She beat her chest, trying and failing to stifle a burp. “Satisfied?" She sneered at Maria, though James could see the hint of a grin curling her lip.

Maria shook her head, raising a finger for another round. “Not even remotely, I'mma beat your record yet, Chlo."

One round turned to two, which quickly turned to four and a shot. In that time, a small crowd had gathered to talk to Chloe. More than a few were old friends, happy to see the badger again. It didn't go unnoticed by James that his girlfriend edged herself closer towards him as the number of people around them grew, paw none-too-subtly laid along his thigh.

The message was obvious enough: 'Hands off'

James jittered in his seat, stomach fluttering as that warm paw idly brushed him, the gesture alluring beyond measure. Thrilling. Solely by being within her grasp conceded his submission to Chloe, completely hers to take should she choose. Cementing, flaunting even her power and status over him to the other girls. That she desired him.

Chloe was saying something, but he wasn't paying much attention, the drinks warming his belly also doing their best to make his mind swim; the temptation of more lewd thoughts sitting at the forefront of his thoughts. He blinked and caught the tail end of a story she was telling.

“... that's how I met James," Chloe chortled, and the gathering snickered too. They cast hungry eyes his way. Each one mirrored the one Maria gave him earlier and had never stopped giving him since—an undeniably lecherous gaze, one that all kinds of vivacious thoughts danced behind. What would happen if he wasn't by Chloe's side, he wondered?

His wandering eye locked with a leering bear, the curvaceous grizzly flashed a cheshire smile and slowly ran her tongue across her teeth with a wink. They looked enormous. And sharp.

Maybe it was best to remain by Chloe's side.

“You always seem to go for the smaller ones, eh? Have you broken this one in yet, hun?" A muscular lioness drunkenly chortled, picking at her fangs with a claw.

An unseen paw blindsided James and pulled his head against the familiar cushion of his girlfriend's bust. He fidgeted, steaming beneath the collar as Chloe casually manhandled him, “Pffft, it's not my fault all the cute ones are so small an' fragile!“ She drawled, voice turning low. Her timbre rumbled in his chest, the tip of her tongue brushing his ear, “Besides, he likes it rough."

Raucous laughter erupted all around. His blush deepened as his tipsy girlfriend's comments exhorted the growing peanut gallery. A clawed digit trailing his neck and stopped beneath his chin, guiding him toward her waiting lips. “Mmm, come here, you know I love you." She crooned in a lovey-dovey way.

That was it. 'If she's gonna tease me all night, then I should return the favor' he fumed.

Emboldened by a night of heavy drinking, James waited for Chloe's arm to leave his shoulder. He turned. Her eyes met his and James pounced, hopping from his seat and onto her lap. He exploited her shocked grunt, seizing her black lips with his own and locked them both into a deep kiss. Excited cheers and whistles egged him on. Never one to be outdone, Chloe rose to his challenge and responded in kind.

Recognizing iit as a dance of dominance, the badger's paws sifted through his hair, gripping roughly and holding him there all the while her tongue wrestled with his own. Pushing. Twisting. Winding. Her hot breath blew across his face, her pleasured groans echoing into his cheeks. His girlfriend's broad, dexterous tongue soon forced its way past his lips and filled his mouth. It was electrifying. Fog creeped into his mind and sat heavily, smothering out any conscious thought aside from the heart pounding pleasure of being dominated. It was so tempting to heed its call, to submit and taste the pleasure it promised. He resisted. Arms slipped beneath hers, he anchored tightly to her solid frame, focused only on the smack of their lips, desperate to hold out and match her resolve. It came crumbling down the moment that insidious tongue crept towards his throat, the unfurling length probing deeper and deeper until it plunged downward, the shock amplifying his ecstasy.

James gagged, clinging tighter and fighting tears as she wore him down. Pain mixed with the dizzying touch of roaming paws feeling up his thighs.

Desperate, James went for a low blow. His hand slipped beneath the edge of her shirt, reaching up and slowly trailing the tips of his fingers across her abs. The badger quivered, clenching the fistfuls of his hair and tugging hard as he kept the pressure up. Slowly, the tide turned, and he leaned into her as her strength waned, pushing her back towards the bar top. It was only when the edges of his vision grew fuzzy that she pulled away with a wet, lurid sound. Her tongue popped from his slack lips, a thin strand of saliva connecting them still.

He gasped for breath, chest burning with the urge to cough. Chloe looked far worse for wear, flustered and breathing hard. James glimpsed a stunned looking Maria before his girlfriend yanked him into a bear hug. Ragged, feverish breath rattled in his ear, the pinpricks of claws poking into his back through his shirt. “When we get home... I…. am going to fucking break you. You and the bed, you smug little shit." Chloe slurred, slipping a hand beneath the edge of his shirt, dragging a claw tip against his abs. His heart pounded in his ears, lost in the wild look in her eye, the deep black pools burning with a hunger that raised the hairs on his neck. Intense flirtations amplified by liquid courage. Staring into her eyes he could see the gears in her head turning, knowing the badger's vivid imagination, he could only imagine what she had in mind.

The fog lingered still, dancing across his perception and colouring the world with its hazy splendor. James let Chloe hold him, his cheek rested against the crook of her neck. He chewed his lip. Her paw groped his rear, and it took the last of his will to stop himself from squeaking.

“You're loving this, aren't you? All this attention from me, all these girls seeing it." She asked with a sly smile, fully knowing the answer.

Her gaze was bewitching, smoldering with wordless promises of tearing him apart—and how he'd love every second of it. The smell of alcohol on her breath, the unusually open and vulgar way she spoke of their little game, it only made it hotter. Stupefied, he could hardly find the words to respond. It was just so hard to think straight.

“Oh my god, you totally are. Look at you, all rosy-cheeked an' flushed." She giggled. “Now when did my chew-toy become such a slut for Mistress's attention, hmm?~." Chloe growled lowly, the hand rubbing at his neck, squeezing his shoulder. “And out here in public too, how dirty."

James inhaled sharply, ready to melt in his seat. “C-Chloe please…" He gibbered. But she shushed him with a claw to his lips. His heart leapt, and he grew lightheaded in his excitement.

“Don't 'Chloe please' me, dear. I know your fantasies." She laughed softly, the claw at his lip turned to drag towards his Adam's apple, the glint in her eye going unseen. “And now I wanna have some fun. In fact, I'm gonna see if I can make you moan like a whore. You ready cutie?"

A muffled mewl tumbled from his throat into the bristly fur of her shoulder despite himself, and following her guiding paw he tilted his head, baring his neck in servility. Full lips brushed against his offered neck, their pillowy cushion juxtaposing the sharp tip of teeth that followed in their wake. Her breath came in low huffs and the sound of her guttural, rumbling, purring made his toes curl.

Lavished with wandering lovebites, his ears burned at familiar voices chuckling at his predicament. He wanted to pout, but a hard pinch turned his protest into a poorly stifled moan instead. He squirmed, trying so very hard not to cry out as Chloe peppered his neck with kisses only to just as quickly nip at the tender flesh with the sharp edges of her fangs. She struck again and again, delighted by the noises she could force from his lips and intent on toying with him until he was a neat puddle atop her lap.

She paused, letting him shudder and catch his breath. Between the sounds of the bar and Chloe's murmurs, James only caught parts of the crowd's conversation, but it was enough to cement his embarrassment.

“He squeaks like a mouse..." said one.

“Y' think she can make him go a higher pitch?" leered another.

“... In bed, maybe." They both tittered.

Chloe ignored them, focused utterly on James. There was a low creak behind him, and she loosened her grip just enough for him to see that Maria had occupied his seat.

“Don't suppose this spot is taken?" Maria asked with a wry smirk.

Chloe drew James right back into a smothering bind. “Not at all, make yourself at home…" she replied, tone husky still. She surprised James with another nip at his ear.

Maria gave him a sidelong look, still sporting her telltale smile. “Thanks, I think I will." James didn't like that look. His worry grew as her eyes gleamed with an idea, “how about I buy us another round and why don't we see about making ourselves at home, eh?" she offered nonchalantly, nudging Chloe with a knowing grin.

'No way she just offered—Chloe wouldn't ever! Would she?' James braced himself. Any second now this is when a fight would start but for the second time that night Chloe surprised him.

“Make it two... and we'll see," she hiccupped.

--/--

James lost track of time tangoing with the freshman's dearest friend, the rolling black out. He faded in and out of stupor. Conscious at random moments and times only to close his eyes and suddenly be somewhere else; stumbling towards a taxi and then resting against Chloe's side.

Groping hands and fiery breath, lips trawling across his neck, and searching digits playing with his hair only for James to blink at an unfamiliar weight pressing against his back.

In the time between opening and closing his eyes, James found himself then falling backwards towards a bed. The world parted from his senses, sprawled across crumpled sheets. He counted his blessings that could still see straight, nausea thankfully absent. The bedroom's humble furnishings comforted him and gone was the cloying smell of the bar and the constant noise.

Tranquility lasted a second longer before a soft, gray hand brushed across his shoulder and dashed it. James jumped, looking over in shock at the sight of Maria staring down at him from the edge of his bed. Fright melted into confusion. Stood beside the imposing rhino was Chloe in the middle of peeling off her tank top, jacket nowhere to be seen.

Deep down, his mind argued he should have expected Maria to be here, but James Couldn't recall why.

“M-Maria?" James slurred, heart pounding at the impromptu strip tease. Chloe growled, a worrying smile on her lips. Pearly whites gleamed against the dim light of the room's lamp, her gaze boring right through him. The rhino was next, pulling down her jacket's zipper all the way down. The generous view of her cleavage blossomed into a lurid display as her pendulous breasts bounced free. James' eyes fixed towards her chest as they hung tantalizingly before him, reminded that she hadn't been wearing a bra; next came her belly, Maria sighed in relief as the sizable ball of supple gray spilled out from her snug jacket and into the cool air. Delightfully squishable looking, her middle rivaled her bust with its opulent softness.

No amount of muscle could compensate for the heavy frame she carried, like knots of iron cord coated with thick, sumptuous padding. It only emphasized her unapologetic mass.

He sat transfixed, both girls letting their pants fall to the floor in messy piles, now nude. “I saw the way you looked at her," Chloe growled, stalking up to him. James froze. Laid halfway over the mattress, feet brushing the carpeted floor, his attention wandered towards Chloe's nethers. The perk buds of her breasts peeked from between the down fluff of her chest, the fur between her legs damp and matted. Panting like a dog, she radiated a feral ardour, glaring at him, and looking as if she was moments away from leaping onto the mattress and tearing into him.

“On the bed, properly now." Chloe purred. Her hands hooked roughly beneath his thighs. His lover's body lacked the liberal cushion of Maria's, and it was precisely because of this that he saw the muscles of her upper body visibly flexed as she lifted him effortlessly, like he weighed nothing. His heart fluttered. The thought tickled something buried deep within his mind, arousing a blush as she threw him across the bed. Now 'properly' sprawled across his back, staring up at her, she crawled after him.

“You've been naughty today, Monkey." She said, advancing on him in a dramatic, slow fashion, and gesturing with pointed jabs of her claws. “Very, very naughty…" The caress of her short fur bristled at his legs, leaving a quiver in his middle like a pair of fingertips trailed across his stomach. His pulse quickened, heart pounding harder with every inch she drew nearer.

She was close enough now that her breasts hung over his pecs, her body practically atop of him. “You know I don't like to share, but" Chloe laughed, leaning in close to lick at his Adam's apple. His hands clenched at the loose sheets, fear and arousal clawing at one another to dictate how he should respond. At the moment, it was like she was tasting him. Drinking in his stupor. Terrified, yet turned on beyond all belief, he didn't stop her. “I decided, what better way to punish than with exactly what you wanted."

“I'm going to let Maria have her way with you," she sang. Those words crashed through him, and physically so did she.

Springing forward, her short claws tore into his clothing and ripped away fabric with seemingly no care for his safety. But it was an act. They'd played this game before. Chloe's claws treaded closer and closer with every swipe, thrilling him with the prospect of cutting. He waited for the kiss of her nails, but their loving sting never came. He panted. He felt so hot. Boiling. Vulnerable in a way that left him begging for more. Just like in the bar, her teeth suddenly found his neck, this time there was no one to stop her, and their edges pressed in on his jugular. He froze, watching her with wide eyes. They smoldered with a fire so bright he struggled not to shudder between her jaws, in no position to argue against her plans for the night.

What aroused him most was how much Chloe was enjoying herself. Unabashedly reveling in having him pinned beneath her, pupils turned to deep black pools like a cat with a mouse to toy with. Powerful, humid gusts blew across his chin, a long familiar tongue unfurling and circling his neck. Winding and coiling; feeling the rapid-fire pulses of his heart. Her paws gripped his back, the edges of her claw tips pressing in. Prickly, electric thrills zipped up his spine, his legs like jelly.

“Honey!" He moaned, finally finding his voice. The sensation of his larynx bumping against her tongue, able to feel his own desperate rasps, drove him wild. He mewled, his desire for her throbbing painfully against the firm meat of her thigh.

She withdrew, the phantom pressure of her teeth still palpable. “Yes, dear?" she cooed; the sweetness of her voice far divorced from the wickedness of her disposition.

“Safe word's still pineapple?" James asked quietly, not daring to move.

“As you wish, baby," Chloe nodded, chuckling darkly to herself. Her head left his view. “Now loverboy, let's see if you've been doing the sit-ups like Mistress asked you to..."

He opened his mouth to ask what she meant, gasping instead the moment her lips kissed his tummy, coaxing subtle flexes of his abs. He was especially ticklish there. He didn't get to follow her, not when the bed seemed to dip to the side. Maria swung a thunderous thigh across his chest. The bed sank on either side of him, creaking beneath her elephantine weight. The rhino loomed above him, bawdy glee written across her face. He gaped up at her and her steaming folds stared back. The scent of her arousal hit him like a wall. James had but a moment to take a breath before she sat down and plunged him right between her squishy thighs. He moaned into her searing depths, head swimming with the almost overpowering tang of her honey. Silky, slick flesh spread and brushed against his cheeks. He reached his hand across the grand expanse of her flared pelvis, squeezing tightly the fat of her drumsticks as she rode his face. The ample, twin moons of her rump pressed against his belly, thick cheeks taunting him with being just out of his reach. His cock jumped, stiffened to full mast as he pictured what this must look like to Chloe. Could she even see him buried beneath Maria? Or did the gargantuan woman leave naught but his legs twitching and curling beneath her titanic figure?

Her wide, matronly hips lurched, her rhythmic rolling became shuddering twitches as he tasted her, breath hitching with the slow drag of his tongue trailing over her silky walls. She ground against him with growing fervour, wet, lewd squelches echoing in his ears; Maria lost herself at the moment, absorbed with the all-consuming sensation blooming from between her legs and filling her core, complimented by the adorable squirms of her smaller lover.

No... not a lover, a toy, thought James. Maria treated him like a toy, rewarding his slow laps around her clit by tensing her fat thighs around his head. He felt so hapless, so small compared to her titanic size. It tickled something deep inside of him, heightening his eagerness to please and serve.

Even beneath several hundred pounds of writhing lust, James heard her cry out the moment he sealed his lips around her sensitive nub. His world of sumptuous, jiggly flesh quaked all at once, and James feared she would crush him with how tightly those powerful legs locked across him, smothering him between pillowy flesh and wrought iron muscle. The bed creaked, the springs decrying the abuse as Maria bounced atop her knees. Hot juices leaked from her depths like a sieve, dripping down James' chin in thick rivulets as she coated him with her nectar.

Maria's mound swallowed his nose as she bore down on him and refused to let go as she rode out another climax. Her spasming vent gripped his tongue, clenching erratically as her scent flooded his lung. It was sweltering beneath her. The weight, unbearable.

Sweat rolled down his forehead and became lost within the mess of his lips, his chest creaking more the lower down she sank. His erection ached almost painfully, yearning bottled and begging for release from his devilish girlfriend's choice of punishment. The alcohol threatened to take him once more, but James wanted nothing more than to savor the moment and forced himself awake, adrenaline still coursing through his veins.

The weight grew and grew, ratcheting up until he worried she'd break him. He'd lost track of how many orgasms she wrung from him, the rhino having long grown undone. Powerful, lurching rocks turned into quivering twitches, content to sit and relish in his unending determination to bring her to nirvana. When the oppressive mass abated, his chest remained delightfully tight in memory of the gargantuan rump plonked atop of it.

Covered in sweat and remnants of her juices, James stared blindly at the ceiling. Low, sharp breaths rolling through his nose. She was all he could smell, and it did nothing to help his drooling need. A weak, mewling moan tumbled from him as a pair of brawny arms lifted him, laying him across something soft... and warm. It made the mattress seem stiff and uncomfortable by comparison. His nerves were at their limit, crackling and firing off at the slightest touch. The squishy, smooth leather now caressing his back nearly sent James into spasms. Mind swirling, lost in a sea of alcohol and overstimulation. He registered what exactly cuddled against him when a pair of heavy, globular beach balls spilled over his shoulders and flattened beneath the pull of gravity. Impossibly soft and malleable, they hugged his neck. Her entire body glistened with sweat, coating his body as his bare skin caressed hers.

A mirthful chuckle jostled the cobwebs in his head. “I think I broke him, Chlo'," Maria rumbled. Her hands reached over, and James moaned aloud when she gripped his cock, body spasming from the testing jerks to his shaft. The sensation went crashing through him, his hips desperately twitching into her palm.

Chloe laughed, “Oh this is nothing, you should've what I did to him on valentines' day."

Anticipation welled inside of him as she rejoined them on the bed, Maria kept him on edge with erratic pumps. His fever rose, stewing in his mounting lust as Chloe straddled his lap and sandwiched him between Maria. The weight of her body forced him to sink deeper into the rhino's soft tummy.

Chloe appraised him, sitting atop of him and thinking to herself before she took his wrists in her hand and placed them atop of Maria's horn. “Now, you're not gonna touch your cock," she gripped his hair, coaxing a pathetic quaver from his throat as her teeth gently set against his cheek, “or else I'll punish you. Understood?"

“Y-yes," James choked, feverishly smiling despite the fear tangling his stomach in knots. Chloe's teeth clamped around his shoulder, her lips sealed to his. Sharp pinches and subtle sucks set his nerves alight as the badger marked him with a hickey, withdrawing with an audible pop only to set her lips against the edge of his neck.

“Yes Mistress", she corrected him in a stern tone.

“Yes, Mistress!" James repeated, clenching the smooth ivory as Chloe rolled her hips, erection pulsing steadily against her wet lips. His lover slowly glided along his shaft, lubing it with her own need before rising onto her knees.

“Good boy,“ she chuckled, looking quite pleased with handywork. He felt her claws along his flank, pink lines trailing in their wake, piling more of her marks along the canvass of his body. “Now that you've tasted the forbidden fruit... I think it's time I reclaim my little sinner. Don't you think, Mari?"

“By all means…" Maria chuckled.

Without warning, Chloe lowered herself atop his spire. Streaks of white danced across his vision, blissful warmth enveloped his member. He squeezed tighter against Maria's horn, the rattling-roars of his girlfriend's ecstasy echoing in his ears as she took him to the hilt.

“Gonna... remind you.. who you belong to!" She growled, the breath driven from his lungs as she slammed her hips down, roughly meeting his lap. His feet fruitlessly clung and pulled at the sheets, head lolled back, and eyes unfocused, feeling Chloe's hips rising upwards. Aftershocks trembled through him as she came crashing down, again, and again, and again. The gigantic jugs either side of him wobbled like jello with the tempest of Chloe's riding, the force of her thighs smacking against him rippling through the both of them.

“Rhhhfff, take it! Moan for me, slut!" She yelled. He relented, a cry ripped from his throat, thankfully dulled by the welcome reprieve of her lips, pain and pleasure swirling through him as she pulled his hair, and hungrily kissed him. She took everything he gave her and still yearned for more, drinking in his messy sounds of bliss. Her tongue pushed towards his throat, twisting around his own and humiliating him as she brutishly used him, spasming walls clenching tightly around his throbbing cock.

James was already close. Dangerously near the edge of his will, Chloe rode him without mercy, meaty smacks mingling with the growing moans of their passion. He fought for breath, his gasp interrupted with a low shudder, saliva still connecting their now parted lips. “M-Mistress, I'm gonna…" he choked, knuckles matching the white of Maria's horn.

“Then beg!" Chloe's voice pitched higher, joining the quickening tempo of her rolls, each downward press smacking into his eager thrusts with a meaty smack.

“Please!" He started, words interrupted by a girlish moan. She doubled down, sending shocks through his chest from the seal of her lips around his neck; kissing, biting, suckling, it scrambled his thoughts and made it hard to even speak.

“Louder!" She repeated, tightening her legs around his waist, clinging to him. Every second became an eternity, absorbed in the feeling of her muscular body tightening around his as she chased euphoria.

“I wanna cum! Please, Mistress!"

“Does my little slut need it~?"

“Yes!"

The response was not verbal, Chloe bore her full weight atop of him and held him down. Pain flared along his chest, writhing beneath her as her teeth toyed with his nipple.

Around him, Maria pleasured herself, kneading at her bosom with one hand while the other brushed his jaw, a finger trailing his lips, probing them. James' mind unraveled beneath the merciless barrage on his senses, submitting to anything and everything the two desired. He yielded, picturing her magnificent breast whilst suckling on her digit. The humiliation of her patronizing chuckle doused the flames with gasoline. He let out a choked cry, warmth and pressure exploding from deep inside his groin, vision blurring as he came inside Chloe.

She followed him there, arching her back towards him as her abs visibly flexed beneath the fur of her belly, her tight cunt milking his member with rolling clenches, the muscle of her abdomen adding to the effort.

He thrust wildly into her spasming hips, eyes threatening to roll back as she carried on for what felt like an eternity. Mercifully, she uneasily raised herself off his lap, and fell onto the bed beside Maria, moaning hoarsely and still quavering with the aftershocks of her release. James couldn't look away, awed with how Chloe still played with herself with shaking hands, his seed leaking from her spread lips. Slurred moans echoed from between the collar of Maria's breasts.

His arms cramped, and it relieved him when the rhino eased them to his sides. Afterglow dulled his pain like ambrosia, everything feeling light and floaty. It was kind of like being on mushrooms, when he really thought about it. And Maria was comfortable... and soft... and cuddly. He wouldn't mind just staying like this.

James' mind continued to wander, and the man didn't resist in the slightest when his living bed eased him onto his side and squashed him face-first into the meat of her breast. A large, thumb-tip sized nipple poked at his cheek, and almost unconsciously he sealed his lips around it. A low, shuddering moan sounded around him no sooner than he did that.

Her usual abrasive personality lost in carnal indulgence, Maria pressed her other tit towards his head, rolling them together. She said something to him; the words lost beneath the inches of buttery fat and the strained span of his attention.

He lost himself in her, suckling happily, and enveloped in rich comfort. It was a pleasant break from the intensity of the night. Something, or rather someone, took his semi-erect cock in their hand and played with it, rubbing their thumb along its tip.

It was enough to get him firm and at attention once more, though he was far too spent to say anything. He went with the flow, ready to let either girl pleasure themselves with him. His heart kick-started as something wet and warm enveloped his sensitive member, a lewd slurping tickling his ears. He struggled to remain still, and he blacked out soon after.

--/--

Everything hurt.

James groaned into his pillow, cuddling closer to blot out the horrid light piercing his eyes. And then his bed moved. With a confused blink, he looked up and froze; In his hands was not a pillow but a breast, Maria's in fact. She looked down her muzzle and flashed him a smug smirk, “Morning, princess~" she cooed, pulling an arm around his back, and drawing him between the soft dough of her generous sweater puppies.

Pain flared along his back, stings radiating and pulsing elsewhere in sympathy. The sudden shock left him gasping, shivering at the rush. He squirmed within her hold, a strange heat rising from wherever she touched his body, his cursing muffled beneath several hundred pounds of rhino and deriding laughter. He winced, Maria messed his hair with a knuckle before finally releasing him.

“Hope you remember last night, Chloe was a real animal." Maria said absently, checking her phone.

James collapsed onto his back, glaring at the woman. His retort cut short by the throbbing pain in his head, and the sight that met his eyes. Finally, free to see the consequences of last night; Chloe had turned his body into a patchwork of scratches, hickies and teeth marks. The pain flared looking at it, cooling moments after and transforming into an electrifying sensation. His morning glory throbbed, body tingling in vague memory of the moment. 'God, what happened last night?'

Maria looked up and noticed his shock. She gave James a wry look, “The other girls were right, you do make adorable sounds when she bites you, eh~?"

James blushed, “S-stop," he started.

The burn at his ears deepened, Maria hooked an arm around his side and pulled him close, leaning over to let her bosom spill onto his chest. “Why? You seemed to love being teased last night," she chuckled, “Especially when I wrapped you around my tit and I—"

“Found it!" interrupted Chloe, stumbling into the room. Looking around, James realized this wasn't his home, nor did he recognize it as Chloe's.

“Told you it was under the sink," Maria grunted. “Just had to reach in and take it," she said, groping Jame's cheek.

James looked pleadingly at Chloe. The badger thankfully joined them atop the bed, and sat in the middle of the two of them. She handed Maria the bottle and gave James some space between him and the handsy woman.

Maria eyed Chloe and took a swig. “So, hair of the dog and then round two?"

“Four." Chloe corrected her.

“Whatever, you in?"

Chloe mulled it over for a minute. “Sure... but first I gotta take care of James."

“Cool..."

Chloe scooped him into her arms. To his relief she was extraordinarily gentle, taking care not to press in on his sore body, and eased him onto his side so he faced her. Her furry paw cupped his cheek, tracing a heart-shaped mark as he wrapped his arms around her in kind.

His stomach fluttered, lightheaded from staring into her soft eyes. “Love you…" He rasped, voice hoarse, but for reasons he couldn't remember why.

“Love you too, hun." She kissed his forehead, this time without the added twist of her fangs.

“Is it okay if we just cuddle for a bit?"

“ 'Course." She cooed, nuzzling against the top of his head. Her paws stroked him, slow and careful as to not aggravate his bruises.

Aftercare was an interesting thing, especially essential after the rougher sessions. Like the ying to the yang, what they did in the evening, they must repay in the morning.

James focused on the sound of her steady breathing, the soothing rise and fall of her chest, subtle bristle of her fur, and the warmth of her body. She wasn't that much taller than him, but when she held him like this, he felt so very small. It was comforting in a way.

Only bits of pieces of what she'd said last night stayed in his memory and hearing her whisper quiet affirmations in his ear of how much he meant to her, how she treasured him? It gave him some clue. It left him fuzzy; content in a way no orgasm could match, though they came close. Still exhausted but unwilling to fall asleep and miss this moment with her, James did his best to stay awake.

He winced as her hand brushed his back, and she paused. “I wasn't too rough with you, was I?"

James laughed, grimacing at the pain in his ribs, “No, no. It was fine… I just need some time to recoup is all."

Chloe hummed, nose twitching as she sniffed at his hair. “You still smell of me…" she said dreamily, and James could just picture the prideful smile on her face.

“That's because I'm yours."

Maria groaned at that, but they both ignored her.

“So, good date night then?" James asked her, glancing up from between the valley of her bosom to meet her eyes. They sparkled like the first time they'd gone home together.

She licked the tip of his nose, “Perfect."