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Gadget groans, grabbing Rob by the arms and rolling him off of her. The poor guy sprawls out, a dumbfounded, yet pleased, look spreading over his face. Fifi holds her hand out to help Gadget up, and the two girls sway on over to the backstage.

Chase peeks his head over Dawn's leg, purring profusely as he watches, his tail slinking back and forth.

“You know… what they say about… curiosity," Bane pants, wiping his brow.

The cat chuckles and nuzzles against both Dawn's and Bane's legs. “If this kitty weren't curious, he'd never be with ya."

Bane pets Chase's head, giving him a few scratches behind the ears. Dawn watches with a soft smile on her face. Yeah, this band is so different than anything she was expecting. They're wild, sure, but they're also nicer than many people she's met in her life. Maybe they can actually be friends?

“Oh, Madam Dawn!"

Fifi's call snaps her out of her daze, and she again feels the fire in her heart at the sight.

Both girls stand before her, hands on their hips. Snapped around their waists are strap-ons, sized specifically for their bodies with dildos attached to them that match their owners. Gadget's is ribbed like layers of scales, a soft humming coming from the device as it glows with a soft warmth. Fifi's is translucent, flopping around as she waves, with an impressive pair of fake balls attached to it. The tip also has a hole where a small tube moves down into little containers housed in the nuts.

Bane barks and lifts his hands off of Dawn. “Go on, babe. You don't need me anymore. Go and have your fun."

Dawn nuzzles up against Bane's cheek and then places a quick peck on his nose. The wolf gives her a lick in return, but she slides off of him, his deflated knot slipping out easily. Chase climbs up onto the wolf's lap to have a nice seat for the show to come.

Dawn slowly steps toward the other women, licking her lips to get them glistening. As she goes with one foot in front of the other, trickling spots of wolf cum drizzle off of her and onto the stage. The lights highlight the sweat over her body. There isn't hiding it. She's become addicted to the action. She's looking forward to the next lay. She wants to ride both of those poles right here and now!

Before she even realizes it, both furry ladies walk up to her, Fifi from the front, draping her arms over Dawn's shoulders. “We hear you like the touch of a woman from time to time."

Dawn's hands slide down Fifi's sides, past her tail, and to her rear. She gropes the skunk and brings her close, locking lips with her.

Once they break, Fifi's eye flutters and she takes a step back.

“Now, my friend. I must ask, have you ever had the spit roast before?"

Dawn doesn't say anything else, but gets onto her knees. “Ah, such a good girl," Fifi replies, petting her head. “You will do well listening to us."

“Let's give that vagina of yours a rest," Gadget says, popping open a bottle of lubricant. She pours it over her fake cock, then eagerly pushes the head up against Dawn's tight hole. The lubed up dildo vibrates and rubs up against her walls, scratching them, massaging them.

Dawn grits her teeth, clawing at the ground before looking over her shoulder towards the mouse. “W… what are you…? Aah!?" She shudders, shaking her head. “D… Damn that's…"

“Please relax, Madam Dawn," Fifi says, her rubber cock poking Dawn in the forehead. “And continue to be the slut you are turning into. It is only the best for you that this show must go on!"

Dawn's vision blurs slightly, as if a haze of lust has clouded not only her judgment, but her vision. She wraps her lips around the fake phallus, closing her eyes and letting her body be lost in the pleasure.

Once connected, Fifi asks Gadget “ready?"

“Never been more ready in my life!" Gadget responds.

Fifi grips Dawns hair. Gadget grabs a hold of her ass. Together, the two women thrust against her, one pushing in while the other pulls out. Dawn groans with incomprehensible joy as her body bounces against the insatiable fake dicks of the two hot anthro women.

All the while, Rob gets his strength back and he sits up, his cock becoming rock hard once more. Bane sits down next to him, Chase landing on the opposite side. “Mind if we all enjoy the show?" The wolf asks, grabbing his own member.

“W… wha, but isn't that-?"

Chase winks. “It ain't gay, we're just a bunch of bros enjoying a great show. Now come on and give yer cock a tug, no one cares!"

Chase already pulled his own feline dick out of his hyper tight pants, the barbed thing erect and ready to enjoy the show. Bane grunts as he watches the women, a slight flaring in his lips as he growls to the sight. Rob shrugs and leans back against the speaker, grabbing his own junk. Hell, they're right. He's just enjoying perhaps the greatest show in his life. There's no reason to get worked up about who he's enjoying it with, right?

Meanwhile, at the show, Dawn's eyes roll back. Two wonderful anthro girls are fucking her crazy with their thick fake cocks, and she never handled such a thing before. The floppy rubber dildo Fifi wears bends and pushes into different parts of her mouth, becoming coated in her spit.

When Dawn woke up this morning, her only concern was what she should wear. Now, she's stark naked and filled in both her mouth and her ass.

Thinking on her ass, the vibrator shoved up in there pushes against her inner walls, filling her ass like nothing has ever before. Hell, nothing has ever filled her ass before. How vanilla were her and Rob before today? It's becoming harder to think about it. Her tits bounce, knocking up against her from the force of her body's shaking between the two. Is this what they mean by calling them “knockers?" What a crazy thing to think about, but her mind is such a mess, she can't keep a single thought in there for long.

“Golly," Gadget gasps. “She's really going at it."

“Oui, oui. She has become quite the insatiable beast. Madam Trisha will be most pleased, I believe."

“Well, Madam Trisha doesn't have her now, we do, so we'd better have some real fun." She holds up a small switch in her hand. “Hope you're ready for a real pounding, Dawn, this Gadget designed super strap-on is going to rock your world, pun intended!"

She pulls the dick out from her and presses the button. The rough thing hisses and retracts into a softer shape, then extends as parts and pieces rotate and fit together in a marvel of engineering that is sure to make the greatest of architects blush. Once done, she no longer has the hard plastic ribbed thing, but something as long and malleable as Fifi's and growing longer.

“My, my, what is that?" Fifi asks, her hand stifling a gasp.

“This," Gadget says, giving her new dildo a flick. It wobbles like a gelatin treat. “Is my latest and greatest invention. A friend of mine let me borrow their nanomachines. I'm so used to working with junk, I just had to give something high-tech a whirl."

“Oh my, I must meet this friend!" Fifi exclaims.

“Maybe someday, but for today, this long bendy cock is going to meet Dawn's colon!" Gadget bites her lip, gripping Dawn's ass harder than before, and slams her hips up against the milf's thick butt!

Dawn's mouth goes agape as the science fiction penis pushes deeper inside her than ever before. Five inches, then six, then seven, then eight!"

“Surely, if you're going to please Mrs. T, you'll need to be the freakiest out of us all.

“Oh, but to out freak everyone in the party, that would be quite the feat, no? Oh, but speaking of freaky, I think you need a treat." Fifi grabs Dawn's cheeks and squeezes, keeping her mouth open. With her free hand, she holds her rubber cock and holds it to her mouth. Cool white liquid shoots up from the ball sacks and up through the false glans. When it splashes on Dawn's tongue, it isn't the salty taste of cum, but a sweet treat, like a refreshing soda. Dawn immediately grabs the cock again and hungrily sucks on it.

“Oh, yes, this is quite the training cock some mistresses use to make their pets hungry for the dick," Fifi says, rubbing Dawn's shoulders.

“It seems like it is working the charm, no?"

Gadget grits her teeth and stands on her toes. She pushes herself slowly deeper and deeper into Dawn, until the poor woman is well and totally filled up with the fake cocks of both girls. She cannot hold on anymore. Her whole body trembles in the excitement. She's doing this in front of her husband, in front of everyone… in front of Trisha. She gasps through her delight and glances at the crowd. On the other end of the field is Trisha, sitting on a lawn chair, her legs spread out and a college kid between them, eating her out. She stares straight back at Dawn and blows her a kiss.

With that last encouragement, Dawn explodes once more, squirting her ejaculation all over the stage. Yet, even when she collapses, the two girls keep it up, pumping into her weakened body.

“You'll need to do more than that for Mrs. T!" Gadget exclaims.

“Yes. You think you are difficult to satisfy? Oh, the things she'll do for you."

“That's quite enough," Bane says, a hand on Fifi's shoulder. “I think the little lady needs a rest, don't you?"

Fifi pouts, but pulls her cock out. It pours its carbonated goodness all over the floor. Meanwhile, Dawn collapses, the sugary treat drooling out of her lip.

“Yeah, Gadget. I think that was our grand finale," Chase says, ruffling her hair. “Give it a rest, or we won't be able to perform our next gig right."

Dawn groans, looking now to her husband. The man squeezes his cock, his face the very mask of straining, but as soon as she sees him, he roars in a pathetic groan, shooting thick ropey sperm into the air, and onto her back.

“D… Damn," Rob says, collapsing onto the ground. “That… that was intense… more intense than anything else I've ever done."

“Don't give up yet, lover," Dawn says, reaching out and grabbing his hand. “It's not over, yet."

Rob leans in and kisses her hand. “Well, maybe for a little bit. I'm bushed…"

The two lovers scoot together, holding each other close in a tight embrace and not letting go, even as the band goes about getting dressed and putting away their equipment. The show certainly is over, but the real fun is just about to get started.