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Freyr's Game

"I hate this cold," Lysander said as he cranked up the radiator again, hoping to get his room properly warm. The cheap old dorm building didn't have any floor heating, so his body cooled off whenever he dared to leave his comfortable couch in favour of getting something to eat or drink. He curled his long tail up around him and pulled a basket of cookies to his chest. The snake looked out of the window to watch the snow fall to the ground from the heavens. His eyes often fixated on a single one out of thousands, only to follow its tragic dance to its insignificant demise. He let out of a sigh and closed his eyes for a few seconds.

He'd always hated winter, for it was a naturally difficult time for reptiles like him. However, what got to him most was the fake sense of cheer that the holidays brought with them. People would suddenly pretend to be happy or to care about world peace or some other bullshit charity. It was also an extremely dull time for watching TV. The only things on would be re-runs of ancient films such as Home By Myself and The Horror Before Christmas, and those had grown old after a couple years. However, the absolute worst thing that Christmas brought with it, were the numerous horribly sweet songs surrounding that theme. There was no worse way to torture a man like him.

The food was good though.

Lysander was quite aware of his opinion being a very unpopular one, but it had stopped people from inviting him to their Christmas parties and get-togethers over the years. Not that he had a lot of friends at school anyway, for he wasn't the cool wolf, handsome lion, or sexy fox. Being reptilian meant that most of the school population immediately wasn't interested in him. The black snake was used to it, and didn't mind it that much if it meant that people would leave him alone. Only the people he actually wanted to count among his friends actively took the time and made an effort to get to know him better.

He moved forward to his coffee table and took his mug of hot chocolate in his paw. He switched on the TV and put on one of his favourite films: the first of the Gnarnia films, because, no matter how sappy the story was, that lion's voice always sent happy shivers down his spine and straight down to his slit. He knew the film by heart, so he just lay back, closed his eyes, and moved a paw down his stomach and over his clothed crotch. He pulled aside the thick fabric and sighed softly as he touched himself, sipping hot chocolate at the same time. This was the good life.

He was shocked out his bliss by the typical knocking of his friend on his door: once, twice, thrice, once. It was something they'd come with in their freshman year, and it stuck. Well, at least for Christian it did. "Come in!" the snake said loudly while withdrawing his fingers from his folds, wiping them off on the underside of the couch.

"Meeeeeeerryyyyy Christmaaaaaa-!" the white goat yelled as he threw open the door and ran right up to the snake, who whipped his black tail around his friend's neck and squeezed it strongly enough to shut Christian up. The goat struggled against the strong tail and tapped it repeatedly to signal his defeat. Lysander released him and sat back, looking slightly smug as he sipped from his mug again.

"I hate it when you do that," Christian said after recovering from a coughing fit. He moved over to the couch and sat down next to his friend, who had his red-brown eyes on the white goat.

"It's nothing more than you deserve, asshole. You know I hate Christmas," he spoke calmly.

"Well, yeah, but still. Hey, were you planning on just staying inside for the rest of the holidays?" he asked with a twinkle in his eyes.

"Yes, but your eyes betray that you have something in mind. What do you want?"

"You, but that's beside the point. Well, kind of. I'm taking you to a party, handsome. It's already starting, actually, but I figured I'd drag you out of your lair for this one. You'll like it, I'm sure," the goat said as he stood up and placed his paws on his hips.

"How do you know? You know I'm not going to one of those stupid Christmas parties, Chris," the snake said as he folded his arms. He took another sip like that before slithering his tongue out to taste the chocolate more accurately.

"Because, I will be there, and it's not a Christmas party," the goat said with a smirk. "I am willing to bet that you will enjoy your time there."

"What are you betting?"

"If you happen to have a very bad time at that party, I will let you do whatever kinky stuff you want to do to me," Christian said with full confidence radiating from him. If the snake had eyebrows, he'd raise one of them at that moment.

"And if you win?" he asked.

"If I win, you'll let me fuck your slit," he said with a smirk on his face as he moved over his friend and placed his paw over the spot where he knew he'd find the snake's private parts. "What do you think?"

Lysander regarded his friend coolly and flicked his tongue out a couple of times. His eyes scanned over the goat's light-blue ones, and moved down onto the platinum cross dangling from his friend's neck before nodding. "Deal." What did he have to lose, really? If he lost, he'd get to have sex, which was the same if he lost, though he'd be at the receiving end. It was a win-win situation, really. He knew Christian wasn't exactly intelligent, and that his parents' wealth had gotten him into this school, but he'd expected...well...more.

"Alright! Let's go then!" the white goat said as he jumped up and closed his coat again. It had been a while since Lysander had seen his friend this excited, which made him wonder exactly what kind of party he'd agreed to go to.

"Give me a minute, it's snowing outside," the snake said as he got off the couch and moved to his coat rack. He put on a coat that covered his entire body and tail, leaving no scales exposed to the freezing ground he would be moving across. He zipped it shut and strapped his tail in so there would be no excess fabric that could slow him down. Lysander hated winter with a passion, because it made his life as a cold-blooded creature so much more difficult.

"Done now?" the impatient goat asked as he hopped from one leg onto the other.

"No," the reptile simple replied as he started wrapping long thick scarves around himself. He put on a pair of gloves as well, and topped it off with a really fuzzy hat. "Ready."

"Heh, you look adorable," his friend said before pulling out his phone and snapping a picture.

"Shut up. Let's go," the snake said as he moved to the door and opened it. It wasn't until they actually left the dorm that he was met with the highly unpleasant slap in the face the cold gave him. His body immediately protested, but his clothes kept him from freezing to a halt immediately. "Is it far?" he asked while shivering.

"Nah, just five minutes from here. They rented the old theatre club house," Christian said as he took the black snake's arm and helped him move along, something Lysander was very grateful for.

"What kind of party is it anyway?"

"You'll find out when we get there. It'll be warm inside, don't worry."

"It'd better be."

Those five minutes turned out to be ten, but felt like eternity as the snake fought against the cold and moved forward slowly, the coat he was wearing slowed him down considerably, but he knew what would happen to him if he didn't wear it. His feral counterpart would have been hibernating as soon as the temperature dropped low enough, but such luxury was not for anthro snakes. Instead, his kind had to deal with these harsh living conditions for a good quarter, if not a third, of the year. It felt like pure salvation when the goat, who seemed perfectly comfortable in the snow, announced that they'd arrived at their destination. Christian knocked on the door in his usual way and was let in by a stunning female marble fox, her white fur turned gold by the numerous candles and fire in the hearth inside. It cloaked her front in shadows, but perfectly outlined the curves of her hourglass-shaped body. It dawned on the snake that the young woman was only wearing a leather loincloth and was otherwise naked. He swallowed as his eyes were automatically fixated on the lady's breasts. He was definitely getting a better idea of what kind of party it was.

"Ah, good, you're here, and I see you've brought your friend. Welcome to our humble gathering," she said before stepping aside.

The warmth that radiated outwards practically pulled the snake inside, and he shed his outside clothes until he was only wearing a red tunic. Trousers were not for him, and he had to wear something to cover up his privates, so a tunic, robe, or dress was the best he could do. He slithered further inside and took a good look around. He'd never been to the theatre club house before, but he was quite certain it wasn't usually decorated with symbols that looked like they came straight out of a Vikings film and skins that once belonged to feral animals covering the floor.

The entire room was cast in a warm glow due to the various sources of fire that were scattered around the place. In the middle of the room was a long table lined with bottles that seemed to contain either wine, mead, or beer, as well as food. The food mostly consisted of pork, roe, bread, cake, and cookies, but there was also some other meat and cheese, as well as salads for those with the taste for that.

What drew his attention more than the food, though, were the barely-clothed people in the room. A gorgeous rat girl with the most beautiful gold-coloured fur walked up to him, holding a glass of beer that she handed to him. "Welcome to our Yule celebration, handsome," she said with a seductive smile. The viper felt himself getting a little warmer as his eyes moved over her boyish figure, his gaze lingering on her nearly-flat chest. She was sexy in a way unlike other women that fit the image of the "perfect feminine body" more, and Lysander found himself lusting after her.

"Thank you, eh... What's your name? I'm-"

"Shh... Names are not important today. We are here to celebrate the gods of old in their preferred way. Eat, drink, and have fun until you can't stand anymore," she said with a teasing look in her warm brown eyes as she moved past him and went to stand with some others.

Even after that short and vague explanation of what the night would be about, Lysander was already having more fun in those five minutes than he'd have during any other Christmas-themed party. He took a sip of the unknown beer in his paw and savoured the taste. "What kind of beer is this?" he asked the marble fox from earlier.

"This is home-brewn Yule beer, made especially for this night. Enjoy," she said with a wink before moving to the center of the room and raising her voice to get everyone's attention.

"Thank you all for coming to this yearly Yule celebration. Some of you have been here before, but allow me to explain things for our newcomers," she said as she turned her eyes on Lysander for a moment. "Yule is the celebration of the new cycle of the sun. From here on out, the days will get longer again. Tonight is also about honouring the gods of old, and one in particular: Freyr, a god of fertility. We'll be taking part in an ancient ritual called Freyr's Game. I admit to taking some liberties here and there, but the general idea is the same. Tonight is a night of debauchery and of shrugging off the social order temporarily! Nobody here is better or worse than the other. Tonight, we are all equal! Eat and drink till you've had your fill, and share your bodies with each other to your hearts' content!" she said.

The crowd cheered before the vixen shushed them again.

"Now, today is all about letting go of your inhibitions, but that doesn't mean we don't appreciate people being safe. There's a bucket with condoms in the corner next to the couch, and we have people making sure nobody drinks themselves into a stupor. Pay attention to people's limitations and use your common sense, please," she said before motioning people to come with her. "Let's kick off this party with the burning of the sun wheel!"

People filed out into an outside area, where a large circle with a cross in it was put up. The marble fox took a previously-prepared torch and held it up. "Let the game begin!" she announced before lighting the hay wheel, which was engulfed in flame in mere seconds. The crowd cheered and some stayed to dance around the fire, accompanied by drums, while the ones more sensitive to cold went back inside.

"So, what do you think, bro?" Christian asked with a smile as he moved an arm around the snake's waist. The goat had already shed his clothes and was wearing a loincloth as well.

"It looks promising so far. Where are your clothes?" he asked.

"I ditched them. It's not as if I'll be needing them for long. Here, let me help you," he said as he lifted Lysander's tunic off and tied a loincloth around him that would hide his slit. "There, all set. Have fun, dude," he said before taking a glass of mead and joining people on the couch. People were seemingly getting frisky already.

The young male covered himself up a little and was quite embarrassed by the sight of the frustratingly small loincloth lying over his dark scales, barely covering his most intimate area. He decided he wasn't ready for anything sexual yet, so he went for another glass of Yule beer, having taken to it ever since the first taste. He ate some bread and cake as well before he felt a tapping on his shoulder.

Behind him was the rat girl from earlier, smiling warmly and touching his arm, stroking it gently. "Hey, handsome, I noticed you're standing here alone again. How about I keep you company?" she asked, angling her hip just right as she pressed her small bare breasts against the snake's smooth scales. She held up a condom and winked at him.

Lysander's red eyes grew big as she so blatantly expressed her interest in him. Being a reptile in a mammal's world, he'd not expected anyone to come up to him like that. Could it really be that, at least for tonight, he was considered an equal, someone to be desired? Whatever it was that moved the beautiful rat to come up to him, he wasn't about to say no to her. He moved his arms around her and stroked her beautiful light fur, loving the feeling of it on his dark scales. "I would be honoured," he said with an expression he hoped would come across as a charming smile.

She smiled brightly at his response, and closed the distance between us, nuzzling his face and kissing his cool lips. She didn't seem to be afraid of him at all, despite whatever instincts may have still lingered from her feral ancestors, and she took his arm, leading him to one of the luxuriously long furs in front of the hearth. The female rat gently pushed Lysander onto his back before climbing on top of him and snuggling up to the larger reptile.

He curled his long tail around himself to keep it out of the way of any others, and started stroking the rat girl's back and sides. She busied herself with stroking his chest and stomach, slowly exploring him while smiling. "I really like the feeling of your scales on my paws. This is my first time with a snake," she confessed. The rat guided one of his paws onto her rump and made him squeeze it. "If you want, you can take off my loincloth."

"What about all these people here?" he asked as he looked away from her for a moment to see that others were slowly getting sexually active as well, which somehow made him feel a lot more relaxed about it all. He guessed that this is what it was like in the old days when their ancestors lived in tribes. It was a good and powerful feeling of belonging that empowered him. Emboldened by the others around him, he took off the girl's last remaining garment and moved his claws onto her small round rump, kneading it gently.

They cuddled together like that for a little while, their body temperatures slowly raising, until the girl couldn't take it anymore. She moved to his side and almost ripped off his loincloth, revealing not one, but two penises shyly peeking out from between their protective scales. "Wow! Two? You have two?" she asked in surprise.

"That's fairly normal for snakes, but yes, I do."

"Woah, jackpot!"

The rat stroked the area around his penises and dared slide her dexterous fingers over them, causing them to unsheathe more. She drew moans from him when she finally started stroking his sensitive members, first one, then the other, then both at the same time, using both of her paws. She was clearly enjoying exploring him, and he had no qualms about allowing it whatsoever.

Lysander slowly coiled his tail around her body and surprised her by lifting her up and turning her around, so her sex was at his lips. His tongue slithered out to tickle her folds, drawing a squeal from her. Her scent was intoxicating, and he felt his control fading away. He laid her down on top of him again and started licking between her folds with his black forked tongue. He groaned happily when he felt the girl's muzzle sinking over one of his cocks as she was stroking the other. The snake slithered his tongue inside of her and thrashed it around to find her sweet points, which he assaulted after finding them. The feeling of the rat's muscles clenching around him because of his actions was positively addicting.

She pulled off of his cock and took the other one into her muzzle for a while before sitting up and looking over her shoulder. "P...please, I need you in me," she said as she pulled one cheek to the side to show off her dripping sex, spreading the folds with two fingers to show the glistening pink flesh. She ripped the condom package open, before sliding the rubber over one of his cocks. She hadn't counted on him having two of course.

He smiled at her and narrowed his eyes slightly as he wrapped his strong tail around her again. He took hold of one of his members and pointed it upwards. "Ready?"

"Stop teasing!" she protested with obvious need as she weakly struggled against his grip.

He grinned at this and slowly lowered her onto his cock, his tail leaving her immobile. He sighed happily as throbbing meat sank into her hot depths, being hugging and kneaded by the wet walls of her entrance. She moaned loudly and squeaked as he started moving her up and down, effectively using her as a cock sleeve like that.

"Oh! Oh fuck!" she moaned as his alien cock explored her depths over and over, going deeper every time, until her soaking sex was slapping against his smooth scales with a lewd sound. He held her tightly against him when he slowly rolled over, keeping his meat deep inside of her. Lysander nuzzled her neck and flicked his tongue against it before he effectively started dancing horizontally, using his serpentine body to the best of his ability. He rolled his body back and forth in elegant waves, pistoning his hard cock into that wonderful velvety sleeve, making sure to use his full length.

He had the rat squirming and moaned in his coils, completely overcome by the sensation of being fucked by a snake, which was surely unlike any sex she'd ever had with a mammal before. It took a special kind of person to appreciate the way he was making love to her, but she seemed to enjoy it quite well. Her moans were starting to get louder and higher, and the viper picked up the pace, encouraged by her vocal expression of the pleasure she was feeling at that moment, which in turn fired her up even more. He grunted when the rat's moist walls suddenly clenched tightly around his dick, sending him over the edge as thrusting into her felt more amazing than before. He shuddered all over and squeezed her even tighter as he came hard, sending half of his seed right into the condom inside of her, while the other half shot out of the other half of his hemi-penis and wet the inside of her legs.

After coming down from their blissful aftermath, the snake uncoiled and let go of the girl, slipping out of her as he sheathed. He took the condom off and tied a knot around it. The rat took it and grinned. "This is for the ritual," she said a she placed it in a bowl. Well, the marble fox had definitely failed to mention that. "You'll see," she said before kissing his lips. "Thank you. That was the experience of a lifetime. I'll have to freshen myself up now. Have fun," she said and winked before leaving for one of the adjacent rooms.

The outside door opened and the white vixen let in two muscular reindeer males, wearing long coats. "Ladies and gentlemen, further entertainment has arrived!" the vixen announced before clapping. The others in the room followed suit and started cheering, so Lysander joined in. The two large antlered mammals grinned and dropped their coats, revealing a skimpy outfit consisting of short, tight, leather trousers, and a leather bowtie. They didn't exactly fit in with the theme, but nobody seemed to mind that. They looked perfectly identical, down to the last detail, so Lysander couldn't help but wonder if they were related or even twins.

The twins moved to the center of the room and stepped onto one of the nearly-empty tables before they started dancing sensually to the music created by the drums, flutes, and lutes played in the room. The people who had previously been dancing and making music outside had joined the people inside to look at the two men, who seemed to bask in the attention.

The dancers took off their clothes after a few minutes, without ever missing a beat. The touched each other quite sexually, which turned the snake on a little, especially with the secret fantasy that those two could very well be brothers. They were eventually joined by a lithe little lynx lady and a white goat boy. Hold on, was that Christian? The viper chuckled when he saw his friend move up to one of the brothers to dance with him, his paw quickly moving onto the man's unsheathing member. The snake moved his claw down to his slit and teasingly poked his finger in, rubbing over and between the folds.

"Enjoying the show?"

Turning around, the reptile found a tall, dark, and handsome Frisian stallion standing before him, his luxuriously long, wavy hair reaching down to his V-cut. His mossy green eyes were relaxed and friendly, while alluring and seductive at the same time. There was no doubt in Lysander's mind about what this equine was looking for. He didn't know what he'd done to deserve the attention of these beautiful people, first the rat and now this man, but he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth, pun intended.

"I just changed the channel to something more interesting," he said with a slight smirk on his face.

"Heh, smooth. Come on then," the black horse said as he turned and walked away to the couches, not even looking over his shoulder to see if the snake was coming, but fully expecting him to follow instead. The dark snake slithered after his next dance partner, his eyes glued to the equine's curvaceous flanks. He was sure Fibonacci would have had a field day with this man's rump.

Unfortunately, his view was blocked when the stallion sat down on the leather couch and spread his legs. "I've heard that snakes can swallow things multiple times bigger than their own mouths. I'm here to test that," he said as he started playing with his balls, rolling them around in the palm of his hand.

"You are a forward one, aren't you?" Lysander said as he crossed his arms and cocked his head.

"Why waste time when we both know what we're here for? Stop talking and put that mouth to good use, handsome," he said.

The viper usually wasn't into dominant types, but he figured that he'd comply this time. After all, he was at a party and was looking to enjoy himself. Besides, he had a reputation to uphold, apparently. He moved between the male's legs and stroked the insides of both before flicking his tongue at the heavy black balls, taking in the heavy musky scent of the stallion. There was something about equines and the way they smelled that rubbed him the right way, and he was soon slathering his tongue all over those orbs. A large pillar of flesh slowly rose up in front of his eyes, and it wasn't long before it had grown to its full glory.

Needing no further encouragement, Lysander pulled the massive black cock to his muzzle and took him in completely, inch by inch, to make sure the horse felt all of it. He swallowed to put his throat to good use, massaging the delicious pole inside of him.

"Oooh, fuck yeah," the stallion groaned while looking down at the snake placing a hand on the back of the scaly head to guide him a little. He snorted and shifted a little as he started leaking pre in copious amounts.

The black serpent slid the tip of his own tail in his mouth, along with the cock, to wet it with the equine's natural lube. He moved the tail under the man's sack and sought out the delicious donut. Once had heard a surprised gasp from the horse, he knew he hit the right spot, and gently wiggled his tail inside of him, penetrating that strong ring. He started bobbing his head along the man's shaft, wrapping his agile tail around it for extra effect. Lysander absolutely loved the feeling of the horse's preputial ring sliding past his lips over and over again, and, as was apparent in the man's reactions to him, the equine loved it just as much.

The stallion gripped the couch in his strong hands and groaned loudly as he was pleasured like that. He wouldn't last long like that. The feeling of that wriggly tail inside of him was stimulating him in ways he'd never experienced before. It was only a few minutes before the equine couldn't take it any longer and whinnied loudly, emptying those heavy orbs at the same time, flooding the snake's mouth. His entire body tensed up, putting those wonderful muscles on display for the snake, who was happily drinking down the most generous offering.

Lysander pulled off and grinned down at the spent Frisian on the couch. He slipped his tail from his hole, and coiled it around the man, flipping him over onto all fours. He moved behind that lovely ass and stroked the flanks.

"Wh...what are you doing?" the stallion asked while panting as he looked over his shoulder.

"The gods demand that you offer your virgin ass to me," the snake simply stated as he reached for the bowl next to the couch and took two condoms out.

"Urgh... Shit. Fine."

The snake needed no further incentive and started rubbing up against the glossy black fur, unsheathing his hemi-penis quickly. He wrapped one condom around each of his cocks before pushing them together and against the stallion, who had been previously stretched by his tail. He looked around for lube and found some next to the bowl. He lined up his meat and lubed himself up generously before slowly pushing into the man, penetrating him with both dicks at once, drawing a loud groan from the horse.

Despite being a virgin, the horse could accommodate him relatively easily, and it wasn't long before the snake started thrusting into him, picking up speed over time. He looked down and smirked at the sight of those dark cheeks swallowing his cocks over and over again. This never got old. Lysander pulled out all the way, leaving the hole vacant for a moment, only to thrust it right back in all the way when the stallion dared look over his shoulder to see what he was up to. There was something so right about getting a dominant male to submit to him, that he couldn't get enough of it. Unfortunately, all good things come to an end, and the viper hilted himself all the way into the horse before blowing his load.

The Frisian collapsed through his arms and slumped onto the couch once the viper let go of him. He was panting heavily with his eyes closed, and all strength seemed to have left his chiselled body. It seemed he had to work on his stamina still.

"Thanks, handsome," Lysander said before spanking him once he had pulled out. With one last look at the stallion's used ass, he walked away and deposited the little cum balloons in the same bowl as before. He sought to replenish his energy with another bottle of beer and some more food. He covered some bread with roe and enjoyed the little balls popping in his muzzle with salty deliciousness. He went to stand close to some of musicians in the room as he enjoyed the music they brought to the party. It really added to the overall atmosphere of the place, and even though he didn't recognize most of the songs played, he was almost certain that some of the songs came from the Moth Scrolls series, the popular video game that came out years ago, but which was still being played up to that day, with the needed mods of course.

He was happily swaying to the music when the marble fox's voice piped up again. He looked over his shoulder to see her standing next to a young male, barely eighteen from the looks of him. He looked like a fox at first glance, but his muzzle was too broad, and his frame too strong and broad, like a wolf's. He was probably a hybrid between the two.

"Only one last official event needs to take place, and it will start in a few minutes' time, so please be patient for just a little while longer. In ancient times, our people would slay a sacrificial hog to appease the gods. Rules have changed, and this is no longer desirable in our society, however, we have come up with a replacement. Instead of literally slaying a hog, this brave young man will take upon himself the role of sacrifice. He will offer his body and mind to the gods tonight, and only for tonight," she said before giving the folf a wooden hog mask, which he put on without hesitation. "Gather round, my friends. Let us fill the hog with our energy and desire, for he has offered himself to Freyr!"

The ones willing to participate gathered around the nubile boy in a circle and stroked themselves to full hardness, the snake among them. The wooden mask only covered the folf's upper half of his face, leaving his mouth free, for good reason. He sank to his knees in front of a grey wolf and took him into his muzzle. At the same time, he moved his paws onto the cocks of a hare and one of the reindeer brothers. People soon got impatient and moved in on the boy, rubbing their cock against his soft shoulders and back. The other half of the twins pulled the boy up by his rump and inserted him into the boy, party hat on of course.

The black serpent found a friendly husky and cat, who he jerked off while they took care of him. Once they were about to blow, they moved closer to the "hog" and shot their loads all over him. The boy pulled off of the horse cock he was servicing in order to catch as much of the seed as he could, catching the rest on his mask and fur, before moving back to the quivering pink equine member before him. The whole thing turned into a big circle jerk, with the occasional female thrown in to spice things up. They could also fill the hog with their sexual energy, after all. The folf didn't seem to care, as he indiscriminately serviced all who presented themselves to him.

Lysander noticed that it was almost Christian's turn, and he sneakily slithered behind him, waiting for the right moment. At the same time as when the white goat's cock past the hog's lips, Lysander pushed two fingers into his friend's well-stretched hole, drawing a loud moan of both pleasure and surprise from him.

"L...Lysander!?"

"Shhh...just enjoy it," he said with a smile as he fingered the cute little tushy, adapting his speed to the boy on the floor.

"S...s...so? How do you -aahn!- like the party?" Christian asked. He had taken hold of the masked boy's head and was humping away at him, impaling himself on the reptile's fingers in turn.

"Heh, well, I must admit to having enjoyed myself. I guess you won the bet, Chris. How about we go home after you blow, hmm?"

"F...ffffffuck yeah!" the goat said as he clenched tightly around the snake's fingers and blew his load right down the folf's throat.

"Woah, that was fast. Come on then," he said as he slipped his fingers around. He went to the bathroom to clean up a bit, before going to the coatrack to start the ritual of completely wrapping himself in clothing again. He spotted the rat girl from earlier and waved at her with a smile. She quickly moved up to him and slipped a piece of paper into his coat.

"Call me sometime, alright? I wouldn't mind a replay of tonight's show," she said before kissing his cheek. "Bye."

He felt himself getting warmer already, and he had the feeling the cold wouldn't bother him as much as before on his way back. It took a while for Christian to finally finish saying goodbye to everyone so they could go; apparently, he'd gone for quantity over quality.

The snow was even higher than before, but Lysander just couldn't find it in his cold-blooded heart to complain about anything else that night. He was certain the gods of old would safely see him home, as thanks for his generous offerings.